Page 3 of Screwed
Once they are gone, I look around with a huge smile. All mine, for two weeks anyway. I even took two days off of work so I could just relax and sleep in.
Sitting down on the couch, I flip the TV on and grab my cell phone. I pull up my favorite pizza place, and order a large bacon and pineapple pie. They say it’s going to be an hour, but I don’t care. I decide to go take a long hot shower. Not something I can do at home. We run out of hot water fast, but here it’s endless. Running outside, I grab my toiletry bag out of my car. Closing the door behind me, I laugh to myself when I don’t lock it or set the alarm. Those two act as if they live in the slums, but it’s a beautiful, safe neighborhood. Nothing like where my apartment is.
I set the shower and step in letting the water pound on me. It feels so good letting the water pound my tired muscles. My imagination starts to wonder as my eyes drift closed. The soapy water running down my body, my hands running along my hardened nipples. Snapping my eyes open, I shake my head. God, it’s been so long since anyone has touched me. I miss the feeling of strong hands on my wet body.
Stepping out of the shower, wrapping a huge white fluffy towel around myself, I go back to the guest room, well my room for now. Pulling on my white silk bathrobe, there is no need for a night shirt or hell panties. I’m here alone. Plus, having this material rub against my naked body feels fucking amazing.
Brushing my hair, I pull it off my face, before going to watch some TV, before the pizza gets here. Taking a detour into the kitchen to get a drink, I stop dead in my tracks. Letting out an involuntary scream, but I’m rooted in place.
“What the fuck?” the guy standing in the kitchen says, grabbing his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”
I scared him? Who the fuck is this and why is he in my mom’s kitchen.
I stare at him waiting for him to say something, but he just stands there looking all sexy as fuck. Wait, what the fuck.
“Umm who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my mom’s kitchen?” I yell, holding my robe tightly closed.
A smirk spreads across his face, his ridiculously handsome face, and he runs his hand through his hair. “This is your mom’s kitchen?”
“Look, I don’t know what the fuck you want, but I’m going to ask you nicely to get the fuck out of here before I call the cops,” I say, trying to sound tougher than I am.
He tosses his head back laughing and I’m beginning to think he’s crazy. A fucking crazy man is standing a few feet away from me and I’m going to die. He’s laughing about all the ways he’s going to torture me before he kills me and no one will know for at least two weeks.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he says.
Damn, I wish I would have had some mind blowing sex before I died. This is going to suck.
“Yeah, so I’m going to call the cops now,” I say as I slowly back away from him.
“Good, tell them Jim’s son is home,” he says with a laugh.
Jim’s son? What the fuck?
“You’re Jim’s son, Shawn?” I ask completely shocked. I’m sure it shows on my face, but damn they haven’t talked in years and now he’s standing in the kitchen.
“And you’re Jana, Susan’s daughter,” he comes back with, letting his eyes roam all over my body. “You always walk around like this in front of people?”
What a prick, hot as fuck, but still a prick.
He stands in front of me and I’m surrounded by his smell. It’s a mix of expensive cologne and scotch. His intense blue eyes lock onto mine, holding me in place.
“I guess I’m your stepbrother.”
Chapter Three
Shawn
Of course, the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on is my stepsister. I can tell she’s checking me out and not as her stepbrother, but as a guy she wants to rip off that silk robe. That thing is doing nothing to hide her hard nipples, which isn’t good for me right now. Since the idea of bending her over that stool, gathering that wet hair in my hands, and fucking her, keeps flashing in my head.
“What are you doing here? I mean, sorry, but Jim didn’t say anything about you coming,” she says, making me focus on her full lips.
“He didn’t say anything because he doesn’t know.” I cross my arms and look around. “Is he home?”
The doorbell rings and she rushes to answer it. I grab onto her arm and stop her from going any further. She yanks her arm out of my hold and pins me with a look that I assume is her attempting to look angry. Her green eyes bounce back and forth studying mine. “What the fuck are you doing?” she yells.
I shake my head pushing past her. “Why the fuck would you think it’s alright to answer the door wearing that? Go put some damn clothes on,” I bark at her.
She needs to cover up, because I’m not a man who likes to be tested. Right now she’s testing me whether she knows it or not.
