I stared at the full-length mirror bolted to the back of my door, taking in my reflection and the stacks of boxes piled around my room. I’d dug out my skimpiest pajamas. I normally just wore an oversized hoodie and yoga pants to bed, but the silky shorts and form-fitting cami had felt right in the moment. Not because I gave two shits about catching the positive kind of attention from a guy like Titus though. Somehow, I knew he didn’t want to find me attractive. In fact, I was pretty sure whatever attraction he did have for me disgusted him on some level. I didn’t think it had anything to do with being his stepsister. He didn’t seem like the kind of person to care about social norms.
Maybe if I could get close to him and trigger another moment like the one with the vibrator, I could crack the mystery. A wicked thought unfurled in my mind and, before I could chicken out, I stripped out of my clothes until I stood in nothing but my boyshort panties.
I went to my door and opened it. If I thought Titus’s dad would be up here for any reason, I wouldn’t. But his and my mom’s bedroom was downstairs, and nothing was on the second floor except for my room, Titus’s, and our shared bathroom. There was no reason to come up here.
I counted on Titus walking by and catching a glimpse of me.
Would he come in here again?
The thought of him coming back had my core pulsing.
I climbed onto my bed and passed out the moment my head hit the pillow. The darkest of dreams teased and tormented me, filled with white eyes, amber flames and black-hearted stepbrothers.
The next morning, I woke up and groaned at the daylight streaming in through my window blinds. I wanted to keep sleeping so I could bury myself back in that dream. It felt so real. Jesus. I raised my fingers to my mouth.
My lips felt sticky and sweet. I could practically taste him on my skin.
Laying on my back in my bed, I stared up at the ceiling, allowing the dream to come flooding back.
My sex dreams weren’t like other girls’. I dreamed of monsters taking me, with huge horns and hands that could snap me in half. I squeezed my eyes shut and summoned the scene my subconscious had woven last night.
I was lying on my back on the forest floor in the middle of the Pine Barrens, with the wooden sculpture of the Jersey Devil from the town hall looming over me. It had been on fire. The dream had been nightmarish…until a shadowy figure with one glowing, white eye stepped out from the trees.
Titus.
He’d taken me in his arms, spread me open and fed me cock as the flaming statue loomed overhead.
My hand slipped into my boyshorts and slid through my folds, tracing circles around my clit that were both teasing and forceful. Just like Titus’s ministrations.
My toes curled into my comforter, and my spine arched off my bed as my climax neared. Almost there. I damn near fell off my bed when a heavy knock jerked me out of my lustful stupor.
“What the hell?” I snapped.
“Breakfast,” my stepbrother growled from the other side of the door—thecloseddoor.
My heart lurched to my throat when it dawned on me. I’d left the door open. He must have closed it sometime in the night. Meaning that he had seen me. That’s what I had wanted, but now that I had to go downstairs and face him, it was a whole different ball game.
I scrambled into a pleated skirt and a black, knitted top with a heart-shaped cutout that showed off a bit of cleavage, then braved the walk downstairs.
I found him in the kitchen, seated at the table. He was grumpy as ever, glaring into his bowl of cereal with a broody-as-fuck expression. It was way too angry for how many rainbow marshmallows made it into the spoonful he shoved into his mouth.
He had a bowl ready for me, sitting next to the spot beside him. Without looking at me, he jabbed a finger at the chair. “Sit.”
I debated defying the order, but decided that I might get more answers from him if I played nice, so I obeyed.
“So, what the fuck was that?” he growled, breaking the silence after several minutes of awkward chewing.
“What was what?”
“My new sister, sleeping naked.”
I sent him an all-too-sweet smile. “I wasn’t naked. I had panties on.”
“You don’t need to bait me into your room. If you wanted a sleepover, you could have just asked.”
I almost swallowed my spoon. “Excuse me?”
He pushed my bowl toward me. “Eat.”
