Puck Me, Stepbrother Dearest

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[AXEL]

The exit was too far and my patience was gone. I grabbed Jeff by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“Why the hell are you in Asheville?” I bit out. “And what the f**k are you doing around my stepsister?”

He shoved me off. “You fuckin’ traitor. You ratted me out in court!”

“Because you fuckin r***d that girl!”

“Like you weren’t there,” he shot back. “We were brothers. You broke the code.” His gaze flicked toward Selena’s table. “And now your stepsister’s gonna pay for it.”

My rage boiled over. I grabbed him again and pinned him harder this time. “Don’t even think about touching her.”

His laughter grated on my nerves. “You can't do s**t. I'll tear her apart…and this time, I'll make it worse.” He shrugged off my grip and stepped closer. “And you know what? I'll be the one leaking the video.”

My whole body went rigid. I wanted to punch him, knock him out cold, but I forced myself to stay still.

He walked back to the table like nothing happened.

Shit.

I’ve done a lot of messed up things.Got involved with the wrong people. Made choices I can’t undo.

But nothing comes close to that night. Watching Jeff and those assholes take turns on that girl after they drugged her. And I just sat there like a coward doing nothing. They even tried to drag me into it. I got out of it with some bullshit excuse, that I was too wasted.

I detest Selena, but she doesn't deserve this. Hell, I would never forgive myself if another girl becomes a victim because of me. Not even her.

—-

I’ve basically turned into a stalker. Living with Selena makes it easy. I get to keep an eye on her. Her life is basically boring and predictable. And so far, no sign of Jeff.

But I knew he’s out there, waiting for the right moment.

Everything felt under control until I overheard Selena and her friend talking about a Halloween party.

Panic set in immediately, because I knew that the bastard would take that chance.

—-

I got to the party late after a game against Duke College. The place was packed, and everyone’s wearing ridiculous costumes and hideous masks.

I tried a little harder to fit in with my black hoodie and jeans, and the skull mask with blue neon threads design stitched around the eyes and lips.

My eyes scanned the room, but no sign of her. How the hell am I supposed to find her in this crowd? Damn! Hope Jeff hasn't succeeded?

I headed for the stairs, eyes moving fast. Then, I spotted her.

Her signature messy blonde hair in a bun and that…shit. That bulbous ass in that cat woman costume? Yeah. No way I’d miss that.

When I saw the guy she was dancing with, panic surged through my veins. It's him.

I shoved through the crowd, not taking my eyes off them.

Selena took a drink from Jeff, and I watched as she swallowed it down, oblivious to the danger she was putting herself in.

Stupid girl. Didn’t she know better than to take drinks from strangers?

I got closer, and nudged the girl beside her. Selena's drink spilled down her costume.

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry,” Selena apologized immediately.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you blind?” the girl snapped.

The situation escalated fast. Jeff stepped in, playing the hero.

I felt a twinge of guilt for causing the scene, but I knew that drink was definitely spiked.

“I'll go get you another drink,” Jeff offered, walking back to the bar.

What an asshole. Does he want to overdose her?

Now was my chance.

I walked straight to Selena's side and up close, I could already see it. Her movements were off.

“Hey. You okay?”

Her emerald eyes met mine. For a second, I thought she recognized me, even though I changed the tone of my voice.

“I.. I dunno. I just feel…so..hot.”

I glanced toward the bar. Sure enough, Jeff was approaching with another drink.

“Come on,” I said, grabbing her arm. “Let's get some fresh air. You're drunk.”

“Noooo,” she slurred. “I still wanna dance.” She threw her hands on my shoulder, guiding my hands down her waist.

My heart almost burst out of my chest. If she knew it was me, she’d never do this.

I pulled her away from the dance floor. Driving her home crossed my mind, but that could go wrong. Any of her friends could think I'm a creep who wants to take advantage of her.

“My name is Selena,” she slurred. “What's yours?”

“Roy,” I said without thinking.

She smiled. “Cool name.”

I ignored the need for a chitchat, scanning the hallways and thankfully, there's a slightly ajar door. I got her inside and locked it behind us.

At least, she'd be safe under my watch. I barely turned when I felt her body press against mine. Every damn nerve in my body stood up.

What the actual f**k?

I pushed her back, but she dropped onto the bed, giggling. She tugged off her mask and started unzipping her costume.

I stood frozen, watching her.. “Hey…what the hell are you doing?”

She rolled her eyes. “I told you I'm hot.”

“Stop. You dunno if I'm some creep or.. a serial killer.”

She giggled again and now, she's only in her bra and panties.

I tore my gaze away immediately. “Please, put your damn clothes on.”

“Nooo,” she whined, patting the bed. “Not until you join me.”

I exhaled slowly.

If Jeff had gotten her instead of me…I shut that thought down fast. I'm not here to babysit her, but I've got no choice.

“I will. But put your clothes back on first.”

She pouted. “You're no fun.”

She complied and I gave in. But she rolled to my side, straddling me.

Sweet Lord! We're not even naked but her on top of me in this position is doing terrible things to my body.

Her hands touched my mask, but I grabbed her wrist. “No pulling it off.”

“But I wanna kiss you,” she murmured, dryhumping me.

Guilt tightened my chest when I realized what was happening to me. I'm in bed with my stepsister and I'm fuckin hard, even when it wasn't intentional. I gently pushed her off, but she did the unthinkable.

She yanked my mask off.

Her eyes widened, and panic surged through me. She probably wouldn’t remember any of this by morning, but it was a risk.

“Your lips….” she rasped, tracing my lip ring.

Before I could stop her, she leaned in and crashed her lips against mine.

Holy f**k!

Her lips were soft and the way she kissed me; sucking on my tongue and nibbling my bottom lip made my brain shut down. I reciprocated, kissing her like she was mine.

For a second, everything else faded. It was just her and the taste of her lips.

Then it hit me.

My stepsister for f**k sake!

I bit down on her lip hard and pushed her off me. She giggled again and rolled to her side. The soft snores that came next made me realize she's fallen asleep.

I dragged a hand over my face. This is my fault and I know I'm the only one who could protect her. But…after what just happened? Hell! Maybe she's the one who needs to be protected from me.