Tease: A Stepbrother Romance (4 page)

“Are you okay?” I asked.

I jumped off the bed and put my hands out to help her up, but she slapped them away.

“Get the fuck away from me,” she said. “And put that thing away!”

She couldn’t stop staring at my dick. She didn’t look too mad at me, so I wrapped my hand around it and moved closer to her.

“Put this away? Where do you want me to put it?”

I grinned as I swung my dick closer to her and she lifted the blankets over her face. She didn’t say anything, but I could make out the shape of her body under the blankets. She was shaking.

Shit, I did it again. I’m such a fucking dick.

As I opened my mouth to apologize, I heard a giggle escape from under the blanket
.
I pulled down the blanket so I could see her face.

“You’re drunk, but somehow I’m the one who fell off the bed,” she said, laughing. As she collected herself, her brow wrinkled and she frowned. “Wait a sec, what are you doing in my room? And why are you naked?”

“Sorry, I guess I got lost.” I shrugged.

I couldn’t tell if she was still mad at me, but I wasn’t going to press my luck. I got up and grabbed my clothes. As I pulled on my jeans, I noticed Sierra hadn’t stopped looking at me.

“See something you like?” I asked.

I gave her my best I-know-you-want-it smile. It was a half smile with a quick raise of my eyebrow and when it came to girls, it had never let me down.

“No, I’m making sure you don’t take anything of mine with you,” she said.

Just like that, she ruined my smile’s perfect record.

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing of yours that I want,” I said. I picked up my shirt from the floor and walked to the door. “You know, for a few seconds there I thought maybe we were getting along.”

“Guess you were wrong.”

I nodded slowly as I replayed the last few minutes in my head. I promised myself I would leave her alone and up until then, I really thought I could. But hearing her laugh and seeing her in her nightshirt did me in. She deserved one last tease.

~ Five ~

Sierra

I locked my bedroom door after Jagger left, but I could’ve left my door wide open if I wanted to. He didn't mean to come into my room. He didn’t mean to kiss me.
Or did he? Maybe it was all a set up. I can’t trust him.

Issy was right. Everything pointed to Jag being a decent guy, but I couldn't get over what a prick he had been in the past. Even if he was a prick with gorgeous eyes, abs you could wash clothes on, and a...

Stop thinking about it!

I couldn’t. It was imprinted on my brain. Every time I closed my eyes, there it was. And I couldn’t help myself, I kept closing my eyes. I needed some kind of intervention.

Picking up my phone, I started texting Issy.

Sierra:
You awake?

Issy:
No, but what’s wrong?

Sierra:
Nothing’s wrong.

Issy:
No one texts at 5am to shoot shit. And if that’s why you texted, then I’m going back to sleep.

Sierra:
Okay, okay. I saw it.

Issy:
Saw what?

Sierra:
IT. Jagger’s it.

Issy:
It’s 5am. My brain isn’t working. His what?

Sierra:
Wake up then, dammit! I saw his dick. His cock. His weiner. His tallywacker. His rod. His weenie. I SAW HIS PENIS!!!

Issy:
I knew what you meant, I just wanted you to say it.

Sierra:
Bitch!

Issy:
That’s what you get for waking me. Is it big? Is he wandering the house naked? If so, I’m coming over.

Sierra:
It was huge! He was naked in my bed.

Issy:
You SLUT! I thought you hated him.

Sierra:
He was drunk and passed out. He thought he was in his room. I told him to get out.

Issy:
You saw it and nothing happened?

Sierra
: Right

Issy:
Then I’m going back to sleep.

Sierra:
No! I need to talk about this.

Issy:
It’s a dick. Unless he was doing something with it, this can wait until I’m awake.

Sierra:
But I need to talk!

Issy:
Was this your first sighting?

Sierra:
No, you know about Devon.

Issy:
Then get over it. Draw pictures of it, cast it in bronze, just let me go back to sleep!

Sierra:
What a great friend you are.

Issy:
Did you get a picture of it?

Sierra:
No.

Issy:
Then you’re a lousy friend. Pictures or it didn’t happen.

Sierra:
Good night.

Issy:
G’night!

***

I woke later that morning to my phone buzzing from a new text.

Jagger:
I think you deserve to be teased more.

Sierra:
I knew you were a dick.

Jagger:
You mean you like my dick.

Sierra:
Grow up!

Jagger:
Get it up?

Ugh! I give up!

Worried about what Jagger had planned, I spent most of the morning in my room. The later it got, the angrier I became. But instead of being mad at him, I was mad at myself. How could I think he had changed? He was still a huge dick.

Huge dick.

I couldn’t help but giggle. As I sat on my bed, I pictured him naked. Of course I was surprised to wake up to that, but what a way to wake up. Even though it was brief and he was too drunk to realize what he was doing, that kiss was memorable.

Grabbing my phone, I left my room and went downstairs to the kitchen. As I poured some Cheerios into a bowl, my phone buzzed.

Jagger:
Ever see Magic Mike?

Sierra:
The stripper movie? No.

Jagger:
Now you don’t have to.

What is he talking about?

As I ate my breakfast, my phone buzzed again. Jagger sent me a video, but all I could see was black. I didn’t know what to expect, but how bad could a video be? I tapped play.

Pulsating dance music started and the light came on in the video. He was in the family room. Jagger came on the screen dressed in loose black pants and a zipped sweatshirt. He started dancing to the music and removed his sweatshirt. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt underneath. I picked up my phone to get a better look and laughed as I watched him do body rolls like I had seen in the movie trailer. And then the video ended.

Damn!

Just as I was going to replay the video, another popped up on the screen. I pushed my bowl of cereal aside and watched the new video. Jagger swayed and hip thrusted to the music. I was not ashamed to admit it - I was drooling. The video stopped just as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants.

Noooo!

I waited for what felt like an eternity for the next video to appear, but nothing came. Carrying my phone, I ran into the family room to see if he was in there, but he wasn’t. I checked to make sure I still had cell service, and after a while when nothing else came through, I sent Issy a text.

Sierra:
Let me know if you get this.

Issy:
Got it. What’s going on?

Sierra:
Nothing. Just making sure my phone is working.

I started the second video again and mid-way, Issy texted me again. Grumbling, I closed her text without reading it and continued the video. Another text came through, so I quickly closed it as the video ended.

The texts were annoying, so I emailed the video to myself, figuring I could watch it on a bigger screen. Grabbing my laptop, I brought it into the family room, hoping to run into Jagger. His hip thrusts and body rolls mesmerized me so much I didn’t hear the door open or anyone walk into the family room.

“Hi honey, what are you watching?” Mom asked.

As she stepped closer to look at my laptop, I slammed the lid closed.

“Nothing,” I said.

“I thought I heard music.”

“Umm, that was probably Jagger. Not me. I wasn't watching anything.”

“What about me?” Jagger asked. He stood in the entryway of the family room with my mother’s overnight bag slung over his shoulder. “You okay, sis? Your face is red.”

“Sis? That’s sweet. I’m glad to see you two getting along,” my mom said as she took her bag from Jagger. “I’m going to unpack. Did you decide where you want to eat for dinner?”

“Dinner?” I asked, confused.

“You didn’t get that text?” Jagger asked with a devilish smile. “You must have been really busy.”

I stuck my middle finger up at Jagger and he gave me a big smile, then a quick body roll like in the video before walking out of the room.

Grabbing my phone, I quickly opened my texts. One text was from Issy asking what was going on, and the other was from my mom to both Jagger and I asking for help carrying in the bags and where we’d like to go to dinner as a family.

My phone buzzed and I looked at it, expecting Issy again. Instead, it was a series of photos from Jagger in what he was wearing in the video. The first photo was him completely dressed, the next without his sweatshirt, then shirtless, then from behind. The last picture was of his pants on the floor.

Great. A family dinner with the jackass with a nice ass. Life really wasn’t fair.

***

We ended up at a steakhouse for dinner. It was one of those fancy places with wide chairs that sat along each of the four sides of the table. I liked it because it meant I didn’t have to sit next to Jagger and I could still look at him if I wanted to. He was too hot to ignore, even if I did hate him.

Unfortunately, his being so hot had its drawbacks. One of them was that between seeing him naked and now seeing the videos, I wanted to see more. I knew there had to be one more video. I just didn’t know when Jagger would send it. Or if he would even send it.

I forced myself to tune in to the conversation at the table. Something had to get his naked body off my mind.

“We’re expecting about fifty people to fly out to Oahu for the wedding,” Mom said. “I’m really glad about it. I didn’t think so many of our friends would want to take a flight that’s so long.”

So long…and large. What’s wrong with me?

“We’re lucky to have so many people who want to celebrate with us,” Phil said. “Most of them are staying longer than just the weekend of the wedding. I’m glad the hotel didn’t make it hard.”

Make it hard…great, now I’m a twelve-year-old boy.

“And Phil and I were talking about how wonderful it is to have you and Jagger there beside us. We’re so glad you could come.”

Cum…that’s it, I give up.

I covered my mouth as I tried to shove down a giggle. My mom and Phil kept talking about the wedding, but I tuned out. Nothing was going to get Jagger’s hard dick off my mind.

As I looked at Jagger, our eyes met, and he grinned. He picked up the bread basket and held it out to me.

“I think there’s some long, hard bread in here for you,” he said.

Great, now he’s reading my mind.

I had enough of him teasing me. I couldn’t even call it teasing anymore because I was completely addicted. With the privacy of the white linen tablecloth and no one directly beside me, I pulled out my phone, hoping to get a glance at the shirtless picture he sent me earlier. To my surprise, I had a text from him.
 

I opened the text and sure enough, it was a video. I looked up at Jagger, but he wasn’t paying attention to me. It had to be the final part of his striptease. What else could it be?