FORBIDDEN TOUCHES: My Biker Stepbrothers' Dirty Secret

Bully

KAYLEE

I rang the bell at my aunt's place several times, huffing as I glanced at my wristwatch. It was almost time for my first period, and I was still standing in front of the beige, two-story building, which her husband's grandfather had given to them as a wedding gift.

From the cracked walls and the old-fashioned style of the house, it was clear that the house had been built a century ago.

I sighed, stepped onto the porch, and began to press the doorbell again, not stopping until I heard footsteps getting closer to the door.

I watched the doorknob click, and the door pulled open, revealing my aunt's stern face.

She only lived a few blocks away from us. This was one of the unbearable reasons why I became her daughter's babysitter.

“Hey, Aunt," I flashed a false smile.

"I need to take Debbie to–”

“No need!" She snapped, the anger obvious in her voice.

I wondered how she sounded when she called my mom to complain about my lateness in carrying out my gruesome morning duty.

"What?” I tried to maintain a confused expression while hoping Debbie had fallen ill or something. I knew this thought made me sound like an uncompassionate devil, but I didn't care.

“Mark took her!" She snapped, narrowing her eyes.

Mark. That was her husband. He was the total opposite of my stepfather in body and behavior. I didn't really like him that much, but I could be good enough to add him to my white list.

My shoulders slumped, and I pulled up a sad, guilty face even though I was bubbling with excitement inside and itching to get away from that porch.

“I'm so sorry I was late, Aunt, I had woken quite late with a migraine and… and…"

“No worries, just go to school before you lose points for being late," she said, her voice softer.

I grinned and nodded, still making sure that guilt was still there on my face.

“I will pick Debbie up from school," I said, but she shook her head.

"I will do that, besides, you need to work hard for your final exams,” she said.

I nodded my head and chuckled before spinning around.

The smile on my face dropped, and the guilt faded the moment my feet left that porch.

I had had a narrow escape from my house, and I believed this was just a gift for surviving.

I had muffled a quick response to my stepdad when he asked that question and ran off with a complaint that Aunt Cassie would eat me alive.

Well, she almost did.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I walked into the school and realized that there was not a single soul outside the building.

I gripped my backpack tightly and held my breath as I walked into the building, making sure my footsteps were silent as I padded across the corridors.

I rushed to my classroom and pulled the door open, but my heart sank when all eyes turned in my direction.

I tried to keep the smile on my face, but I couldn't, especially after my eyes fell on Britney.

She was leaning on her desk, her eyes resting on me while a smirk dangled at the sides of her lips.

I knew she had a scheme on her mind, but I couldn't prove it.

I sucked in a deep breath, raised my glasses, and walked fully in with my head dropped.

“Can you walk faster and take a seat, you're clumsy as hell!" Britney spat, and the class burst into laughter

My heart tightened, and I sank my nails into my palm, flushed in embarrassment and anger.

"Words, Britney, words!” Mrs Anderson, our English teacher, cautioned. But I knew Britney. She wouldn't listen. She had never listened to begin with.

I sighed and dropped down into my seat right in front of Britney's.

I could feel her eyes on my back, that smirk widening. She was planning something, I knew it.

I pulled out my book and grabbed a pen, daring not to turn around.

I pulled all my attention on Mrs Anderson, leaning away from the laughter in the class, the mocking smirks, and of course, my stepbrothers’ face popping up in front of me.

"Hey!” Britney hit my chair from behind, causing my heart to flip.

I slowly dropped the pen and gulped hard, trying hard to stay calm.

"Did you do the assignment?” She asked as she leaned closer to me, hitting her breath against my shoulder.

“What assignment?" I whispered in a quivering voice.

"From chem class, don't act dumb now!” She almost snapped.

My trembling hand froze, and my eyes widened as it suddenly hit me.

I had forgotten to carry out Britney's task last night because I was f*****g my brothers on my mind.

My lips parted and slammed shut, my heart racing in fear.

“Nerd? You didn't do it?" She knocked my side with her elbow.

I coughed, feeling air knocked out of my body for a second.

Mrs Anderson stopped her explanation and looked in my direction.

"What's going on there, Britney and Kaylee?” She asked, raising her brows.

Britney jerked her head up and cursed under her breath.

“Nothing! My pen stopped working, so I just wanted to ask for her own,” she lied and dropped down into her seat.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and ran my hand through my hair. No matter how much I tried to stop my hands from shaking, it just didn't work.

This had been my fate ever since we moved into this town. I had always been bullied by Britney and her little minions ever since I joined this high school in my freshman year.

My brothers were high school seniors at that time, and they never cared to defend me. That was what made me even hate them from the start. I hated them to the point I saw them as strangers and refused to believe that we shared any kind of familial bond.

They were the most famous in school then, carried their egos and girlfriends around, but never acknowledged or defended me once. Their father wasn't just the problem. They were, too. They were scumbags, every one of them.

More times than most times, I wished my mother hadn't remarried, but I knew she had no choice. She was in love, and she needed money, and Mr Davidson was ready to offer it all, including taking up the role of a father for me, which he never did. He barely called me his daughter and always sided with his sons, and my mom, being the saint she wasn't, had no choice but support him.

Sometimes, I wondered if I should run away and look for my father instead, but with these creepy thoughts filtering into my head, I doubted if I could pick up that challenge anymore.

I gasped out as Britney slammed a note down on my desk. She smiled and began to pack her books.

I gulped and looked up at Mrs Anderson. She was done with her class and was writing down the project we were going to submit in her next class.

I looked down at the note, and my belly knotted when I read the words scribbled down.

‘Meet us in our joint.’

I sighed and slammed my eyes shut, all words fading as my head spun.

Life was a mess. I was a mess. A f*****g mess.

As the bell rang, I grabbed my bag and marched off to my locker. I pulled it open and dumped my bag in before slamming the locker shut.

I looked up and down the busy corridor before walking down to the place where they always met.

I walked into an empty classroom and pulled open the trapdoor. My legs trembled as I began to go down the ladder that led to an underground room in the school.

I didn't know who made that underground classroom, but whoever did deserved hell.

The door slammed shut, and darkness surrounded me. I clenched my fist, trying to remain calm before the lights came on.

A gasp escaped my lips when I saw Sam lying on a pile of sheets, stark naked with a camcorder in hand.

His large d**k was lying between his legs, half erect. His eyes were fixed on me, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Like what you see, huh?" He whispered, and my heart sank.

I looked away, flushed.

"I guess she does,” Britney's voice came up. I heard her footsteps, but I didn't move or bother to find out what she doing. I stiffened when I felt her hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, poor nerd, you're so scared," she whispered and flicked my hair back. She was naked as well, her t**s erect and staring right up at me.

I looked away, letting out a low sigh.

She giggled and turned to face her boyfriend.

"Since I'm in a good mood, we'll just let her film!” She said as she walked towards him. Her large ass quivered with each step she took towards Sam.

Sam's eyes darted in my direction, and he smirked.

“I can't waste my time beating her up," he mocked, and I heard Jane and Juliet laugh from a corner.

"Hey, catch, and make sure you film it properly,” Sam jolted up and hurled the camcorder towards me.

Yeah, that was what I did when I wasn't getting beaten up by them. I filmed them while they f****d. All five of them.

I didn't know what they did with the videos, and I didn't care.

And even though this was stupid, I partly enjoyed doing it. Watching them f**k and suck until they were wasted.

I pressed my lips together and pulled the camcorder into focus as the other girls appeared with Ben, giggling and going to their knees to suck his c**k.

“You ready?" Britney turned and asked as she straddled Sam, the tip of his c**k hitting her ass crack.

“Yes," I muttered and clicked the REC button.