My Boyfriends Brother

Chapter 18 Sierra’s Scream

1 Month Later...

*****

“f**k Michael...yes...right there...” 

“You like that?” Michael said, pushing his length deeper inside me. 

“Yes, yes, f**k yes!” I moaned into his ear. “Don’t stop!” 

He’s was getting me close. I could feel the build up inside of me. Michael grabbed my breasts and with his other hand he gripped my ass. Pulling himself deeper inside of me until I felt the build up release. I screamed and moaned at the pleasure of my orgasm. 

“f**k, I’m coming too,” Michael said forcefully. He held me tight as he released himself into me. I could feel the spasms of his d**k against my walls and nothing felt more victorious. 

Michael slumped over to the side, breathing heavily. We laid there for a minute, trying to catch our breath. 

Michael and I started having these kind of sessions more and more. 

I stopped seeing Mathew and that made things so much easier for us to explore each other. I was beginning to truly heal and I was finding comfort in Michael. I think it’s safe to say he found comfort in me as well. I couldn’t help but start to develop feelings for Michael. We fell into each other so easy and we just clicked. 

It wasn’t always easy though. The guilt I felt about Mathew still lingered. After my birthday, the following couple of weeks, I could’ve sworn I saw him. When I did, weird things always seemed to happen. I can’t tell you how many light bulbs I’ve had to replace. I questioned whether it was a power surge or if Mathew was somehow to blame. 

I kept having to push the thought of Mathew out of my mind. Distracting myself with Michael. At first that’s what Michael really was for me, a distraction. Not anymore though. I turned onto my side and stared at him. How could I of not seen this before? He was handsome, kind, thoughtful. He was everything I’ve always wanted. I hated myself for thinking this of Mathew’s brother. It wasn’t fair and I knew it sounded kind of f****d up. How could I be falling in love with my dead boyfriends brother? 

Falling in love...

Falling in love? 

Oh s**t! I am. 

Michael turned to look at me and smiled. 

“Hey.” Is all he said. 

“Hey.” I smiled back. He pulled me into his chest then, holding me there. 

“I haven’t felt this happy in a long time,” he whispered. 

“Me too.” 

*****

It was getting late and Michael needed to run back to his house to grab a few things. Michael seemed to be staying at my place more often than his and it had been a few days since he went back to check on his apartment. 

“I won’t be long, I promise,” Michael said, kissing me on the cheek before he left out the door. 

I sighed as I plopped myself down on the couch in the living room. I hadn’t really been left alone in awhile, it was nice. Whenever I wasn’t at work, I was with Michael and same for him. We really became two peas in a pod in such a short amount of time. Funny how things work out. A short amount of time had passed and I thought, Michael should be back soon. 

As I reached for my phone I felt the energy in the room shift. 

“I see things are going well with my brother.” I heard the voice before I saw the face. I turned in the direction of the voice and there he was. Mathew. I felt like I just got punched in the chest because I couldn’t breathe. 

“How-how long have you been there?” I asked the ghost of Mathew. 

“Oh Sierra, I’ve been watching you and my brother for quite awhile now,” he sounded mischievous. His grin widened and he had a manic look to his face. I couldn’t speak and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. 

*POP* 

The light in the living room went out. The room was dark and I could only make out my surroundings from the moonlight that shown in from the window. Mathew looked incredibly terrifying. His ghost almost glowing in the moonlight. My breathing quickened as I struggled to breath in and out. Taking in what little air I could. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. 

“My brother seems to be enjoying your company. Doesn’t he?” He began walking over to me. “Don’t worry, I haven’t been spending all my time watching you. I’ve been working on myself,” he chuckled. 

“It’s been fun really. Learning new tricks.” 

Just then, the shells I had on display on the table flew off. Scattering onto the floor in front of me. 

I screamed. 

“YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST FORGET ABOUT ME?” The ghost yelled, his voice echoing around the dark room. I felt my body chill and I was still frozen in place. I was struggling to breath. 

“YOU THINK I WILL JUST LET YOU BE WITH MY BROTHER? MY OWN BROTHER SIERRA! HOW COULD YOU?” His voice boomed and I could feel the air around me cool down several degrees and I could see what little breath I could exhale. I began to shiver as well, I could feel the goosebumps crawling up my skin. 

“I WILL NEVER LET YOU FORGET ME!” And again as he shouted, more items in the house flew to the ground. “YOU ARE ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!” I could hear plates rattling in the kitchen. A few of them fell to the floor and the shattering of porcelain echoed throughout the house. 

I finally managed to take a breath and I shouted back, “what do you want from me?!” 

The rattling dishes silenced and Mathew spoke quietly, “I want you Sierra. Only you...” he walked closer standing directly in front of me he bent over. His eyes had almost a red glow behind them and it shook me to my core. 

“What happened to you?” I whispered. 

“I died.” 

Just then, the front door opened and Mathew disappeared. I felt my body relax and I could breath, the chill in the air had vanished and Michael rushed over to me from the door, dropping a duffel bag. 

“Sierra, are you okay? What happened to the lights?” He asked grabbing my shoulder and pulling me forward on the couch. 

“Mathew” I stuttered. I was still struggling to regain my composure and my breath. I had never been more terrified in my life. I could feel tears starting to pool in my eyes and I couldn’t hold it in and began to sob. 

Michael pulling me into his chest, lulling me to calm myself. I began to dry heave as the tears were spilling out fast and faster. My body was shaking ferociously. 

I had never felt so helpless. 

“Michael, Mathews ghost was here. He did this.” 

“Why would he do this?” Michael asked looking into my eyes, searching for an answer. 

“I think you know why Michael. He’s angry with us. He doesn’t want us to be together.” I sobbed and pulled myself back into Micheal’s chest. 

“Sierra we cannot stay here.” 

“Where are we supposed to go?” I cried out into his chest. 

“We will figure it out. We’ll just start driving and make it up as we go along.” He said pulling me back to look at him. He took my face in his hands and whispered to me, “I love you and I’m not going to let my vengeful dead brother take you away too.”