STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

After school on Friday you and Briana are hanging out in your room.

She's trying on trying for the party tonight. You've already told your mom that you're sleeping over at Briana's. Briana turns, running her hands down the length of the short, tight blue dress that hugs her curves. Her blonde locks are pulled up into a messy bun with a few ringlets hanging down framing her round face.

"What do you think of this one?"

You tap your chin, eyes scanning down the length of her, before you answer honestly.

"It looks good, but I'd wear the wedges. It'll make your legs look longer and irresistible"

She glances at the black wedges at the foot of your bed and nods her head, walking to scoop them up off the floor. She sits on the edge of your bed.

"You're right...god. I'm so excited about tonight."

"Me too."

You sigh, and let your head fall back against your desk chair.

"I just need to fucking unwind, you know?"

Briana brings her gaze to you as she slips her feet into the wedges. She raises a brow at you.

"Is it all that built up lust for Oliver?"

You roll your eyes.

This again. She's fucking relentless.

"No. I already told you, I don't want him. Jesus. Is your motive to press me until I change my answer?"

She shrugs, flashing you a cocky grin while sticking her tongue out.

"All I'm saying is, I sense some electricity."

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair, tugging at the tangled spots, before your eyes move to the dress you've picked out.

Yeah, more one that destroys everything in its path.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, and reach for your shirt, tugging it over your head. Just as your arms are up in the air pulling it off your bedroom door bursts open and there stands Oliver. You yelp, and grab the shirt, bunching it up to cover yourself considering you're not wearing a bra.

I really have to stop getting caught naked by him.

"What the hell, Oliver? Do you not know ho to knock?"

his lips sideways as he leans against the doorway. Your eyes roam down his lean muscle, in his tight black t-shirt and basketball shorts. Your eyes widen slightly as you make out the outline of his dick in his

be huge. Especially if that's the size

think you'd lock the door

have too. Its called privacy. You have no

your head angrily at him, narrowing

"Get the hell out"

chest, and focuses his gaze on your chest where you see

for him... he's the same arrogant asshole who thinks i want

"I'm enjoying my view"

you

he directs his attention to Briana. If you were angry about how he was eyeing you, when he slides his gaze over your best friend and openly licks his lips, before he smiles so wide his perfect teeth are gleaming, you're

him when he

as Briana blushes, and

are you

glance back and forth between

better not

to a party tonight. Our friend Jenny is

your

"Briana!"

you and turns her fascinated

should come! It'd be

out your room, slamming the door

completely ridiculous. She knows how much we don't get along... and shed inviting him for her own benefit despite how uncomfortable and annoyed it

the kitchen, where you rummage through the cabinet

early to tart drinking after

your lips. You cringe when the

of choice

the bottle back in the cabinet above the fridge and take long strides down to your bedroom in the basement.

he's

sitting on the end of your bed. Both their heads turn when you enter. You ignore

leave? Don't you have your

right about one thing; he doesn't

wasn't really attempting to be friends

scoff and look

Bri entertains that she's dummer than i

from your friend and all your

stands, towering over you. He looms above you with a cunning

leaves without

place your hands on your hips. You frown at her.

comment. You really need to lighten up. Maybe he's an asshole to you because you don't

out. The last thing i wanted to