My Hot Stepbrother

Pov Clara's "Perfect." I stare at my reflection in the mirror and smile slightly. There's nothing wrong with complimenting my own beauty. "Nathan will definitely like seeing me looking this gorgeous," I murmur while adjusting my hair one last time. After feeling satisfied, I grab the backpack I prepared last night. My next destination is clear: the dining room. I always make sure my stomach is full before heading to college. When I reach the dining room doorway, I only see Leon there. My mother is nowhere to be found at the moment. Honestly, this is strange. This is the first time I've seen him having breakfast at home. Although we've been stepsiblings for 10 years, with a relationship that could be described as fairly normal, I certainly know some of his habits. One of them is that he never has breakfast at home. My mother, Helena, married Adrian Lucero, Leon's father, 10 years ago. He's a fairly respected businessman in our town. Since I arrived at the doorway, Leon has been staring at me without blinking, like the gaze of a predator stalking its prey. What's wrong with him? Did he hit his head on something? I stare at Leon for a moment. His face looks calm, but his gaze is hard to read, as if he's holding onto something he wants to say. His slightly messy black hair falls over his forehead, giving a disheveled look that somehow makes him look incredibly handsome and even more captivating. I don't want to lie - Leon does have a handsome face. I quickly look away. That's not something I should be thinking about. He's my stepbrother, after all. Besides, I like Nathan, the captain of the Panther basketball team at my college. Without saying much, I walk to the table and grab a prepared sandwich. But just as I'm about to take a bite, Leon's voice stops me. "Why did you come home so late last night?" Leon asks. I turn toward Leon, slightly confused, the sandwich not yet bitten. I see his expression is cold, with a piercing gaze. "Is something wrong?" I ask. I try to act nonchalant while sitting in a chair a bit far from him. "What's the matter?" Leon leans back in his chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He doesn't answer my question and instead throws another question at me. "Are you going out with those friends of yours again?" I sigh in frustration. What does Leon want? This isn't the first time he's been overly protective of me. "Yes. I went to the club with Vivian, Emily, Rosalyn, and Kevin. I'm an adult, and the club bouncers didn't stop me from entering." I deliberately bite the sandwich, trying to look relaxed. His expression changes instantly, if only for a moment, before returning to cold. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't like you going out with your friends, especially if Kevin is involved," Leon says softly but firmly. I furrow my brow, holding back the anger bubbling in my chest. "Why do you always have a problem with Kevin? He's just a friend in my group, Leon. Just a friend!" Leon leans forward. His gaze is now more intense. "He's not good for you, Clara. And I don't want you to repeat this again." I laugh softly, feeling Leon is joking. "You don't have the right to control my life, Leon, even if you're my stepbrother now." Leon's previously flat gaze now turns into something terrifying. I feel my courage shrinking a bit, but I try to remain calm. He looks at me like a predator ready to devour its prey. "I do not accept refusal. I don't like–" "Leon, please!" I interrupt his words. "I'm telling you again, don't control my life. I can choose my own friends. You're not my boss or anything I have to obey!" He smiles slightly, but it's not a smile that makes me feel relieved. "Don't ever regret this, because I've already given you a warning, Clara." I stand up, looking at him sharply despite my slightly trembling body. "You don't need to give me any warnings. Just take care of your own life and don't mess with mine! Conversation over!" Leon's gaze follows me as I grab my bag and leave the dining room. My heart is still beating fast with anger churning in my chest, but I try not to show anything. *** It's now 11 AM. I've just finished a pretty challenging class. I leave the classroom while stretching the muscles in my body that feel stiff. The bright weather slightly reduces my stress, though my mind is still troubled by Leon's behavior this morning. In my opinion, Leon has gone too far. He's too controlling of my life, and I really don't like it. I plan to go to the library while waiting for lunchtime. The path to the library passes through the outdoor basketball court. That's something I really like because I'll get to see how amazing Nathan is on the basketball court. But my steps stop when I see Leon leaning against the wall at the end of the corridor. My body jumps slightly. How could he be here so quickly? "Clara," he calls me. His gaze pierces through me, as if trying to freeze my steps. "What now, Leon?" I sigh, trying to keep my tone from sounding too annoyed. "How long are you going to keep bothering me?" He comes closer, closing the distance between us. "I want us to talk," he says, his voice sounding cold. "About last night." I glare at him. "I already told you, Leon, there's nothing more to discuss. You don't have the right to forbid me from being friends with anyone." Leon narrows his eyes. "I just don't want anyone to hurt you. Is that wrong?" "Hurt me? My friends? If anyone is likely to hurt me, it's you, Leon Lucero!" I shake my head in frustration. "You're going too far!" I try to walk away, but he grabs my hand, his grip strong enough to make me stop. "I'm serious, Clara. They're not good people for you. They just want to take advantage of you." I roughly push his hand away. "You don't know anything about them!" His gaze changes. There's something dark in his eyes that makes me shiver. But before he can speak again, another voice breaks the tension between us. "Clara!" Nathan, the captain of the Panther basketball team, calls me while waving his hand. He approaches with a wide smile, holding a small box. "Nathan?" I'm slightly surprised, but happy to see him. "What's up?" With all my strength, I shake off Leon's hand that's again gripping my wrist. Nathan scratches the back of his head, a bit nervous. "This... I have something for you. I hope you like it." He hands me a small box. "Oh, thank you," I reply, smiling genuinely. "I'll definitely like anything you give me." While I'm talking to Nathan, I can feel Leon's dark gaze piercing me. He stands motionless, but his aura is so oppressive. I can feel his anger, even though he doesn't utter a single word. *** That night, I return home after spending time with my friends. In my room, I look at the small gift Nathan gave me. A beautiful crystal keychain. How nice, I like it. Thank you, Nathan, I whisper, as if Nathan is in front of me. I feel tired, so I decide to go to bed early. After turning off the light, I climb onto the bed and start to drift off. I feel like I'm dreaming. Someone is approaching me, caressing my face and starting to touch parts of my body. I don't know if this is real or truly a dream, but I feel my body tensing. "Relax." That soft whisper sounds in my ear, but I can't be sure who the person is who is now lying on top of me. Seductively, their lips begin to trace my neck. No! This must be a dream. But why does my mouth keep moaning pleasurably. Especially when I feel the clothes clinging to my body slowly coming off, almost nothing left. The movements that make me float continue to hit me. I struggle to open my eyes, as if a thin fog is covering my eyelids. I try to move, but it feels difficult. A hot haze spreads through my entire body, making me feel strange. "You're so beautiful like this, Clara." I'm not mistaken. This isn't a dream, but why can't I open my eyes. I seem to recognize the voice, but who is it? What's even crazier is that my body increasingly craves this person's touch when suddenly they move away. But only in a matter of seconds, they approach me again and start to spread my legs. "Ah!" I moan softly, but full of pleasure when the union between me and that person occurs. I want to refuse, but my body keeps asking for more. They touch my face gently, and I become even more enchanted. My mouth even cries out loudly. "Please, faster!" "Sure," they whisper. I can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. I feel trapped in unbearable heat, while that person remains on top of me with full control. I can't clearly remember what happens next. Their shadow, their touch, their kisses, everything feels like a beautiful dream that I never want to end. I growl as I feel a burst of pleasure at the end of the journey. My body arches, my breath is panting and sweat has flooded my body, but slowly my body goes limp and seems to sink completely into the dream world. Slowly I blink my eyes. I look around the place. "I'm still in my room," I say. I wake up with a feeling I can't describe. My body feels strange, but what makes me more anxious are the vague memories of last night's events. I look at my bedroom door, locked tight from the inside. There's no one here except myself. Another dream? But again, it feels so real.