It was always going to be me.
Doesn’t matter if people think it’s wrong, she’s mine to own in every single way, including her body. I’m going to be her one and only. Her pussy will only know my cock and that’s the way it should be.
But not yet. She’s going to crave it, crave me even more than she already does even though she won’t admitit. I’m going to drive her crazy first. It’s the Rites, after all, and she’s my target. I’ll push her to her breaking point and then I’ll take her all for myself.
I finish up with my workout and practice, getting home before her. I know she takes her time after practice. She’s always taken long showers, I can only imagine how thorough she is washing her long dark hair. The way the water falls over her body, as she slides her hands through it, washing herself.
One day it’ll be my hands, grabbing that same skin and my tongue tracing the trail the water leaves over her.
Soon.
I also know she’s going to try and go home first, that’s when she’s going to see that I’ve taken the liberty to move all her stuff for her. I’m generous like that.
I’m sitting on my couch, feet kicked up and scrolling through my phone while I wait. Of course I have her location shared so I’m able to check in periodically, which is why I know exactly when she gets to heroldhome.
Now, it’s only a matter of time before she shows up here. I should’ve set up cameras in her room to see her reaction. Dammit, I should’ve thought that through a bit more.Next time.
My front door is thrown open so hard it hits the wall, and without looking I know it’s a pissed off brunette.
“Colin what thefuck?”Mayson screeches, and I’m unable to hide my self satisfied smirk.
“I told you, babe, you live here now.”
“Stop calling me that you asshole. What the fuck did you do?”
“You clearly aren’t safe, I talked to the RA of your dorm then nicely moved your shit out for you. You’re welcome.”
I paid for it to be moved, but semantics.
“Did you tell my mom? Or your dad?”
“I let them know you’d be living here,” I grunt. Because no, I’m not about to tell them the details. Even if I was the one that slipped the drug into her drink, it wasn’t to hurt or take advantage of her. I want her fully aware when I do that. It was just to get the ball rolling.
She narrows her eyes and I meet her glare with my own.
Then something happens I didn’t expect. Her face softens, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay.”
Okay?
She walks past me toward the stairs and I just watch her go, waiting for her to retaliate. To scream at me, maybe try to hit me or something. All the things she’s normally done. But she doesn’t.
She just walks away. I don’t even hear the bedroom door slam. I’m frozen while I wait for a scream, a crash, some sort of retaliation, but there’s just…nothing.
I don’t like it. I want the reaction from her, that’s the fun of it all. Though, she’s surprised me before. Just like the time I fucked her best friend when I knew she would be coming home. She didn’t know I was back from break my freshman year while she was still in her senior year of high school. I didn’t give a fuck about her friend, I just knew she’d tried to sit on my dick for years.
Mayson was at practice or a game or some shit and I made sure she’d come home to see her friend riding me. She stood there completely frozen. I expected her to scream or react in some way, but she didn’t. I looked directly into Mayson’s wide eyes while her friend screamed faker than a porn star, and I winked.
She took off into the house and I got rid of her friend as fast as possible. The next day I went to get dressed and realized my stepsister had cut a hole in every single one of my shorts. Right where my dick lays.
I couldn’t even be mad, I was just impressed.
Of course, she’s also a fighter and there’s been plenty of times she’s reacted instantly with screaming, and throwing fists at me.
I push off the couch because I’d rather not give her the opportunity to cut holes in more of my shit again. When I get upstairs I notice her door, which is right next to mine, is closed, and that mine is exactly how I left it.
I’m not sure if I should be relieved or worried. Turns out I’m neither. I’m excited, and hard as a rock thinking about her being so close to me again. Just like when we were younger. I couldn’t do anything about it then. Couldn’t have our parents finding out, but now they aren’t around.
No one is here to stop me from doing anything I want to her, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
