STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 5

Scarletts P.O.V

Your phone vibrates just as the last bell rings signalling you're done with school. You reluctantly pull out

your phone, knowing damn well who it is. With a long sigh, you read the text from Oliver.

Oliver: I'm here.

He's not getting the hint. I don't want to ride with him.

Scarlett: I told you I'm not riding with you. :(

Oliver: Yes you are. Let's go.

You huff angrily, shove the phone back into your pocket, and wave a quick goodbye to Bri as she slips

out the front door. She mouths a quick 'good luck'

I'm definitely going to need it.

Following the flow of traffic out to the front of school, your eyes scan the row of cars lined up against

the curb. It doesn't take you long to spot him.

Just keep walking. I can ignore him. I told him I wasn't going to ride with him, and I fucking meant it. He

wasted his own time and gas driving here.

You begin your walk past his car, ignoring his voice as he calls for you from his seat with the window

down. You ignore him, and continue crossing the street, pulling out your phone to busy your hands so

you have an excuse to keep your gaze down.

"Your being a pain in my ass! Get in the damn car."

You fucking wish

"Scarlett, I'm not kidding. I have shit to do, get in the fucking car."

Unable to ignore him any longer, you lift your eyes from your phone and peer into the car. Your eyes

meet, and like it always does, your breath hitches in your throat.

God, why does he have to be so hot? Makes a girl forget herself.

You quirky brow and shake your head.

"Go do whatever it is you have to do. I'm fine."

You wave him away. Aware that he's swearing to himself in the car.

"Get in the car or so help me..."

You roll your eyes

"Or you'll what?"

You halt, crossing your arms over your chest, and challenging him with a snide smirk. He firms his lips,

his agitation blatant in the way his brows are raised. You're amused with his frustration.

Feels good to be the one pissing him off. A taste of his own fucking medicine. Doesn't like it much,

does he?

"Keep walking and find out..."

"Fuck off, Oliver. Your no it may damn babysitter, I can get myself home."

You lean down, softening your expression mockingly as you address him again.

"Or is that too hard for you to understand?"

A mirthless laugh escapes his lips. You don't wait around to listen to his response, instead you continue

walking, chuckling softly to yourself.

His face... was fucking priceless!

Turning back to your phone, you scroll through your timeline. Its not until you hear tires screeching and

see his car is up on the sidewalk in front of you that you pull your gaze from your phone.

"what the fuck Oliver! What the hell, you could have hit me!"

Oliver hops out the car, stalking towards you with a cocky expression on his face.

"I warned you."

You shake your head, backing away from him onto the grass of someone's lawn, before he scoops you

up and tosses you over his shoulder. You flail your limbs, slam,into your palms against his back.

"Put me down you stupid son of a bitch! I'm not a little fucking kid! Oliver!"

"Shut up, and maybe listen to someone other than yourself. I told you I was picking you up. Stop being

a fucking Jackass."

You gasp, and struggle to move as he tightens his arm around your waists. With one hand he reaches

for the passenger door, throws it open and bends to drop you into the seat. He gives you a stern look

and slams the door in your face.

What a fucking asshole... who the hell does he think he is?

"You're so fucking annoying."

Twisting your head you watch as Oliver grins triumphantly and pulls out onto the road.

"I don't know why you seem to want to make shit difficult for yourself."

Shrugging, you peer out your window.

"It's just who i am. And if you weren't so horrible to be around, you wouldn't t have to fucking convince

me."

"Horrible to be around? Hm... that's fucking rich coming from you."

You frown

"How so?"

"Didn't seem too horrible to be around last night. In fact, I remember you enjoying yourself."

You press your forehead against the glass and let your eyes flutter closed.

Glad to know this will be held over my fucking head for a lifetime. Its not like he didn't want it, I mean

why wouldn't he lock his fucking door?

"Well, maybe you wanted me to watch? Why didn't you lock your door? Or watch porn on your phone

with headphones like normal people do?"

He scoffs, visibly tightening his grip on the steering wheel with agitation.

"I didn't stay there to watch you. I was shocked. It was just a response to seeing you... like that"

"Even now, i can tell your turned on."

You glance don at yourself, wondering what the he'll would give him that impression.

"You keep clenching your thighs together. Every time you take a deep breath you push your breasts

froward, and i can guess that your nipples are hard?"

How the hell does he know? They hardened the moment he picked me up.

"It doesn't matter."

"So, you're not denying it, huh?"

You're captivated by his grin. The way he slowly licks and then bites his lips as his lips spread upwards

into his smaller, revealing his gorgeous white teeth.

He seems pretty proud of himself.

"Contrary to your twisted view, not every woman wants your, Oliver."

He chuckles, tossing his head back slightly. You watch as his hair falls gently on his forehead.

"Oh bay, its not a twisted view. I know you want me."

He flexes the fingers on his right hand, you watch as he lowers it to your thigh.

Oh fuck, oh fuck...

You feel your insides clench deliciously, as the heat begins to stir within your pussy. Your nipples ache,

yearning to be nipped and licked. You tilt you head back slightly.

'Oliver... I-We cant"

"I know you like the feeling of my hand on your thigh, Scarlett"

Fuck yes...

You shift in your seat, which causes his hand to move further up your thigh, even closer to your

throbbing, dripping sex.

"No... it doesn't matter what i like."

"I love watching you squirm. I can tell you're aching for my fingers to stroke your slit. Just tell me baby.'

Olivers grin is gone, replaced with a tense expression of lust as he swirls his thumb on your leg.

Inching closer and closer to that sweet spot of nerves you know desperately needs release.

"Oh yes please."

You arch your hips forward. Your eyes flutter closed, he trails his hand slowly upward, dipping down to

your inner thigh when he's centimetres from your clad pussy.

"You're panting, scar"

"I need..."

"I know baby, i know"

"Touch me, Oliver."

"I feel the heat from your pussy already, Scarlett."

He grazes his thumb on your thigh next to your pussy. Stroking the sensitive sport over and over,

coming so close to touching your slit, but never actually caressing that part of you. A small whine slips

from your lips as you rick your hips forward.

"So very tempting, Scar. Fuck, I'm rock hard just watching you thrust your hips"

He continues to tease you with one had as he drives with the other.

"You're such a tease"

"You enjoy that."

"No"

"oh really?"

With a smooth languid stroke, he runs his finger up the length of your slit, stopping just where your

clitoris is to rub the aching bundle of nerves.

You ache your hips, pressing yourself against him.

"That feels to fucking good."

You think you've whispered it to yourself, but by the deep groan that escapes his lips you know hw

heard you.

"Fuck yes, bay. I just want to put my head in your pants."

This is moving so fast! We're literally parked in front of the house.

At that moment, you watch as your mothers car comes barrelling down the street towards the house.

You frown, reaching for his hand, you place it back on his lap. The side of you hand grazes his

hardened bulge, and you firm your lips, willing yourself to calm down.

"That'd be a stupid idea anyways."

He remains quiet for a moment. You take a deep breath, attempting to ignore how uncomfortable you

feel in the silence. You tell by the street names you're almost home.

I really need to clear my head.

Oliver runs a hand through his hair, stopping at his neck to rub gently as you pull up in front of your

house.

"Scarlett, i cam assure you you'd have the time of your fucking life."

He reaches for his door handle as the turns the car off and pulls his key from the ignition.

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You quirk a questioning brow.

"Lots of experience, baby. I know when i have skills."

He grins at you, winking before shoving open the door and getting out of the car.

That stupid grin. I'm gonna knock it off his fucking face.

You fix yourself, taking a few deep breaths before you exit the car and greet your mother with a wave.

"What are you two up to?" Asks mom as we approach the front door.

Oh, just a little car groping is all.

"Nothing much. Oliver picked me up from school."

Your mom tilts her head, an admiring expression making her eyes widen. She gasps.

"That as very nice of you, Oliver!"

Oliver rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly pulling his lips into a tight smile. He nods.

"Believe me, Katrina, the pleasure was all mine."

What an ass... always fucking teasing, until we get caught and get in to trouble. And all for what? A few

rubs and tugs here and there. I don't know if I'm upset behave it's wrong, if I'm upset that we might get

caught and the teasing would end.

Your mother doesn't correct him for using her first name. Instead, she smiles once again and begins to

head into the house. You slap Oliver in the arm. He frowns adds sidesteps away from you.

"What the hell was that for?"

Your eyes shift to your mom, watch g that she's walked into the house so she cant hear your

conversation.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Oliver crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head with mock confusion.

"I'm not really sure what you mean by that?"

"Don't fucking plate coy with me. You need to stop hinting at stuff"

Oliver lens forward, pulling his arms free to run his thumb down your puckered bottom lip.

"You're cute when you're pissed off."

Way to get off track.

You shake your head. Swatting at his hand.

"How about you don't touch me..."

Oliver chuckles, goading you by capturing your chin in his hand. You begin to yank your face free, but

he tightens his grip just enough to keep you locked in.

"You love pretending that your body doesn't want me."

"It doesn't"

I don't give a shit if I'm lying! I'm not going to give him the satisfaction! All I've managed to do it feed his

fucking ego!

He loosens his grip enough for you to whip your head free. You glare at his back as he twists on his

heals and saunters into the house. You feel your face flush with anger.

He's so fucking infuriating!