OUTCAST: A Stepbrother Romance (6 page)

D
id
the kids who vandalized our house come back?

W
as it a ghost
?

I
looked
towards the window and saw the silhouette of a man in dark clothes, his face hidden by the darkness and the shadow cast by his cowl.

T
hat hood gave him away
.

I
rushed
towards the window and pulled up the glass pane.

“
N
ash
! What’re you doing sneaking up like this?” I asked him. He was precariously holding on to the sill for balance, his body resting on the bricks around the frame outside.

“
I
got your text
,” he replied. “Is everything okay?”

“
Y
eah
,” I told him. “Come inside, quick. You might fall off.”

I
helped
him up the opening and he entered my room. He looked around the surroundings for a bit, checking if something was amiss.

“
W
hat happened
?” he finally asked with a tone of grave concern.

“
S
ome kids vandalized our house
,” I answered. “They spray painted the wall outside.”

H
is face turned
furious all of a sudden.

“
W
hat did they write
?” he questioned angrily.

“
A
word
that probably doesn’t mean anything,” I told him.

“
W
hat word
?” He was so enraged that it was almost scary.

“
L
eva
,” I replied.

“
F
uck
!” he responded. I didn’t expect that kind of a reaction from him. I thought he would be as perplexed as I was. But judging from his tone, he knew what that word meant, and he wasn’t happy about it.

“
W
hat does it mean
, Nash?” I asked him, hoping for a straightforward reply to appease the anxiety that was threatening to devour me.

“
Y
ou wouldn’t understand
,” he said dismissively. He looked out the window, surveying the area outside as if he was expecting something menacing that threatened to endanger us all.

“
T
ry me
,” I challenged him.

“
N
o
,” he firmly said. “I have to go.”

“
N
ash
, wait...” I tried to stop him, but he didn’t listen.

H
e leaped
out of the window from where he entered, held on to the branch touching the wall for support, and deftly climbed down the rows of narrow bricks that unintentionally formed a makeshift ladder.

O
nce he was
on the ground, he looked up at me.

“
A
lways keep the doors locked
,” he uttered, almost like an order.

T
hen he darted off
, towards the back alley along the fence of Mr. Jamison’s garden. Darkness immediately claimed him and he disappeared from my sight.

A
nd I was left wondering
...

W
hat kind
of trouble has he gotten himself into?

T
he rest
of the week passed without much fanfare.

C
heerleading
practice has become a smoother experience for me. I have mastered the steps for the basic routines and Jaynie has decided to let me join the rehearsals for the more complicated numbers.

F
inn has been sweet
. He always was, but for the past few days, he was even more loving. He showed his concern over the incident that happened at our house, going to the extent of volunteering himself to watch over me as I slept just to ensure that I was safe.
Of course we would have to share your bed
, he mischievously reminded me. I turned down his offer with an affectionate assurance that I was okay and that things weren’t as grave as they seemed to be.

A
nd Nash
? I haven’t seen him since the night of the vandalism. Aunt Susan said that he came back home for like two minutes just to change his clothes. She didn’t even get to say hello. She didn’t even get to see his face with that
“ridiculous looking hood”
he always wore.

I
wondered
how Nash has been doing. Have his wounds healed? The laceration on his rib in particular? Have his bruises disappeared? Has he made some enemies? Enemies who went to the extent of getting inside his head by threatening us, his family?

I
t was
Saturday afternoon and I was in my room, browsing the web with my iPad, checking Facebook for some juicy gossips about people I know, visiting TMZ for the latest dirt about hollywood celebs, and checking if my village has been raided in Clash of Clans.

I
t was
a slow and lazy day.

T
oo slow
. Too lazy. Too relaxing.

I
knew
I was forgetting something.

T
hen I remembered
the promise I made to Finn.

W
ell
, you be a good boy, and maybe,

you’d get a reward this weekend.

H
e’s been more
than a good boy. Supportive and devoted and kind. Many are of the opinion, females mostly, that he’s the hottest guy in school. He could’ve won the heart of any girl he wanted. Yet he chose me. And it’s been a wonderful, wonderful adventure ever since.

I
t came with consequences
, naturally. A lot of girls envied me... or at least I thought they envied me. Their looks... the way they treated me... the way they smiled their fake smiles... I knew that they were wishing for the day when Finn and I would break up. For them, perhaps, I didn’t deserve him. I wasn’t the prettiest girl in our campus. I wasn’t the most sociable girl in our batch. I wasn’t born with a prestigious family name that commanded instant respect. Yet, I had the heart of the young man they coveted the most.

K
yla’s
one of those girls.

S
he’s had
the hots for Finn since Day One. There were times when I tried to analyze her infamously promiscuous reputation. Was it because she desired the attention, more than the penises she has claimed? If so, whose attention in particular was she hungry for? She has been flirting with Finn since our first year of middle school. Finn told me that much, one time.
She likes boys... not just me,
he reasoned out. I always pondered if that was the truth, or if he just didn’t want me to worry.

T
ime and time again
, though, Finn handled her advances pretty well. Sure, he was polite to her. He didn’t dismiss her outright. But he didn’t fall for her trap, either. He was just friendly with her... much to her dismay, I was sure.

F
inn has always been
loyal to me.

A
lways
.

A
nd it’s the weekend
. It’s time for his reward.

I
got
out of bed and opened my dresser. I picked out the sexiest-yet-non-sluttiest attire I could find. It wasn’t that hard to choose. My wardrobe isn’t expansive at all. A white spaghetti-strapped top, a yellow skirt that flowed just above my knees, and my ever-reliable white sandals with straps that wrapped around my ankles. A lot of people may find my getup quite conservative, but it was the most provocative outfit I had.

F
inn’s house
was just a bus ride away. Madrone Lane was just beside Gold Bug Park. I could surprise him at his place, spend some
naughty time
together - just as I promised - then we could while away the afternoon at the park... talking about us... about our plans... about our future together...

S
ome fifteen minutes
after I rode the bus and I was at Giovanni Drive, and a three minute walk away from the love of my life. I strode at a brisk pace. I couldn’t wait to see him.

H
ow would
we make love without making love
, I wondered? Kisses galore escalating into a torrid clash of tongues?
Then what?
Our naked upper bodies would rub against each other to further intensify the passion we’d be sharing?
After that?
His lips would roam all over my breasts, nibble at my nips, and explore the areas around them.
And then?
As he normally would, he’d try to make me happy.
Finger fucking
was the term he used. He’d top it off by going down on me and his oral skills would make me climax.
And what about him?
Well, he never complained about me sucking his cock until he came.

T
hat was
the extent of our sex life. He respected my decision to hold off on actual intercourse, but we always managed to gratify our cravings.

B
ut for that afternoon
, I wanted something different. I wanted something that would spice things up. His parents were usually out during the weekends... off to visit his grandmother in Sacramento. His dad is one of the most prominent lawyers in Placerville. Just about everyone in the city knows him. He works very long hours everyday, and he looks forward to the weekends for that drive to the next city. It has always been a way for him to regenerate his energy.

F
inn
and I would have the whole house for ourselves. Granted that their house help, Gina, would be there... but she was the shy, quiet type. Most certainly, she heard our moans and screams and wails during some of our wilder escapades, but she never said anything. She never told anyone.

I
wanted
our sex - if we could call it sex - that afternoon to be totally unforgettable. Something he would remember me by whenever we’re not together.

B
ut my mind
was suffering from a drought of ideas.

I
t’s not
like I think of kinky things all the time. My sexual fantasies were pretty much vanilla.

I
should’ve watched
a lot of porn. It’s everywhere on the internet these days, anyway. But I didn’t, and my sexual creativity was proving itself to be lacking.

M
aybe we could do
it while showering? That was a nice thought. It was something we haven’t done before. And the fact that he has his own bathroom inside his chamber would make things easier and more convenient.

I
should keep
that in mind, in case I wouldn’t be able to come up with a better plan.

O
h well
, I was sure I could think of something, even later when we’re making out.

T
he most intense of schemes
, after all, are born in the heat of passion.

I
reached
his place and rang the doorbell.

A
minute passed
by and no one answered.

I
rang
it once more and waited.

A
fter another minute
, the door opened and Gina peeked out.

“
H
ey Gina
!” I greeted her. “Is Finn home?”

S
he didn’t say
anything in response. She didn’t even completely open the door for me. She didn’t invite me in like she always did many times before. Instead, she just stood behind the wooden entrance, her head sneaking out, with her mouth closed and crooked and her eyes wide open as if she was shocked to see me.

O
r was
she afraid that I was there?

B
ut why
?

“
G
ina
, is something wrong?” I asked her, worried that something might have happened.

S
he carefully and
slowly shook her head... as if she was nervous about something... as if she was hesitant to respond.

S
omething wasn’t right
. Fear and worry began to seize my heart. Why did Gina look so terrified? Was there a thief inside the house? Was she being held at gunpoint? Did the people responsible for the incident at my home manage to find Finn’s residence?

“
G
ina
, let me in,” I told her firmly. “I need to see Finn. Now!”

M
y tone startled
her and she quickly walked away from the door, then dashed past the living room, towards the kitchen where she usually spent most of the day preparing meals for Finn and his family.

I
pushed
the door and it opened, creaking at the hinges before stopping midway from the other end. I went inside the house and looked around. Everything seemed to be alright. There were no signs of a break-in. The place was clean and well-kept.

T
he terror
that gripped me a few seconds ago... it was probably just my imagination.

I
shrugged
off whatever feeling of dread was left in my gut and proceeded to go upstairs, where Finn’s bedroom was.
Third door to the right, third door to the right
... I always had to remind myself. I was still traumatized by the shame I had to endure when I mistakenly entered his younger brother’s room a few months ago. Thankfully, eight year old Clive has yet to know about the birds and the bees and the secret meetings they sometimes have to go through.

T
hird door to the right
... third door to the right...

O
nce I was
outside his bedroom, I contemplated on knocking to let him know that I was there, thrilled to be with him. I decided not to. I slightly turned the knob to check if it was locked. It turned. I quickly withdrew my hand from the handle. I wasn’t ready yet.

T
hink
, Andrea, think...

W
hat’s
the best way to give him an afternoon that he’ll surely enjoy?

T
hen I had a eureka moment
. With a smile on my face, I turned the knob once more and entered his room.

A
nd I saw him
.

D
ancing
to a music I couldn’t hear. He had his headphones on, connected to the iPhone he was holding. His back was turned against me. He didn’t have a shirt on. The only garment he was wearing was the pair of stringed white sweatpants which I always found sexy. The muscles on his back were beautiful to watch, thumping as he swayed from side to side. The exhilaration I felt only intensified... to the point that I could no longer contain my glee.

I
tapped
his shoulder and he turned to face me.

T
o say
that he was shocked to see me would be an understatement. He looked at me with wide and unblinking eyes as he mouthed the words ‘
oh my God
.’ He had the same expression as Gina’s... my presence seemed to have startled them into stupor. It was very evident from how pale he suddenly became, as if all the blood was drained from his face.

T
hat was
the nature of surprises, I guessed. To catch the other off guard and to stagger him to a state of vulnerability. Based on his reaction, I believed I have succeeded.

H
e removed
his expensive headphones - a wireless pair of Beats Studio - and dropped them on the floor. He didn’t care if the fall broke them. Was he that shocked to see me?

“
A
ndrea
, what are you doing here?” he asked anxiously.

“
I
t’s the weekend
,” I purred naughtily. “And I promised you a reward, right?”

“
B
ut
...”

I
didn’t allow
him to continue.

I
knelt
before him and unstrung his pants. I pulled down the pair. He wasn’t wearing any underwear... his cock immediately stared at me. It wasn’t how I expected it to be, though.