Stepbrother Frat Page 2

  The pretty blonde just stood there gaping, staring and speechless. “At least you got into a sorority,” she finally managed, not having a rebuttal.

  I shook my head at her, pulling the sliding French doors open. “I thought you were better than that,” I said, biting back a sob as I slammed it shut in her face. I pushed my way past the Zeta brothers who were crowded in the kitchen, whooping and hollering every time someone got their ball in a cup. I hate them. I hate all of them.

  “Karla, are you okay?” Samantha, one of my sisters, asked, trying to stop me as I rushed for the front door. Samantha was sweet, I thought, but according to Darcy she had said some pretty nasty thing about me behind my back. In fact, according to Darcy all of my sisters had. So I shrugged Samantha’s hand off my arm and continued my trek to the front door.

  I wanted to return my sorority pin and relinquish my status as an active sister. I wanted to drop out. Mostly, I just wanted to bury myself underneath all of my blankets and disappear in a pool of chocolate and wine. Well, mostly chocolate, I didn’t really like the taste of wine. Acquired taste, Darcy kept telling me. Well, fuck you, Darcy, and fuck your wine!

  “Leaving so soon?”

  My stepbrother’s rich voice stopped me in my tracks. There he stood, leaning against the wall with two plastic cups full of beer. He handed one to me. “For my college-going little sis,” he teased.

  “Step,” I corrected for what felt like the billionth time.

  His eyes darkened, turning more serious. “We should go somewhere private and talk.”

  Nodding, I followed him outside. We walked in silence as he led me to the park separating the various Greek houses.

  “You look amazing tonight,” he told me sincerely, bringing color to my cheeks.

  Just tonight? A small voice in my head asked, hurt, wondering if he saw me the way his fraternity brothers did.

  As if he heard my concern, he added, “Well, you always look amazing, but I love the new style you have going.” Derek glanced over at me as he spoke, his eyes lingered on my dress a moment too long--correction: on my cleavage a moment too long.

  My face was on fire still as we sat on a bench in the park and I was suddenly really thankful that this discussion was taking place in the dark, where it was hopefully more difficult for him to see the effect he was having on me. Even that was doubtful, because in the pitch dark I could still see the amused tug of his lips.

  I sat there with my hands clasped in my lap, wanting to thank him for the compliment but thinking that too much time had passed since he gave it. It’d be a weird delayed reaction if I thanked him now, so instead I just sat and waited for him to bring up whatever he wanted to talk about.

  As my stepbrother gathered his words, the bass from the loud music made my legs vibrate a little bit. It was that loud. But not so loud that we couldn’t hear the pounding footsteps approaching us.

  “You’re dead, Sawyer!” A voice yelled at my stepbrother, Derek Sawyer.

  “Fuck, I’m his target,” he muttered, irritated, as he glanced behind him at the tall lacrosse player sprinting towards us with a Sharpie.

  “Derek…” I started, not wanting this to end already. More than anything, wanting to hear what he had to say.

  “Come on,” he said, interlacing his fingers with mine as he began running.

  I struggled to keep up with my 5-inch stilettos, and fortunately Derek was astute and quickly realized this. My stepbrother grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up effortlessly, tossing me over his shoulder as he ran. It was as if I weighed nothing. Heat rushed to my face and between my legs as I realized my ass was practically exposed. Bringing my hand behind me to tug my dress down, I kept it there, blocking any view eager onlookers had of my new lacy black panties.

  Eventually, Derek lost the Greek who had him as a target, and he set me down on the ground. The tips of his fingers brushed against the sensitive flesh under my ass as he did. “Sorry,” he murmured apologetically, but there was a hunger on his face that was apparent from a mile away.

  Gulping, I looked away from him, observing the surroundings. We were at a small lake. Looking behind me, I could see the lights from the frat house blocks and blocks away.

  “You bring all girls here?” I teased, then blushing, I added, “Not that I’m- I just meant because it’s so secluded. Like girls other than me.” Damn it, why am I so bad with words around him?

  The tall, incredibly sexy man in front of me smirked, recognizing my nervousness from the time he’d first moved in with us. He’s always known, I realized, mortified.

  “Look, Karla,” he started, dismissing my awkward wording. “You’re going to be going to a lot of these Greek social events now and all throughout uni. I just want you to be careful. You’re a very sexy girl, and you need to be firm with these frat guys, otherwise they’ll get the wrong idea and could take advantage of you.”

  My body was becoming painfully aware of how my stepbrother’s voice had become deep and husky, how he was taking small steps towards me, how his hand was coming up to stroke my cheek.

  I wouldn’t be able to stop the throb between my legs or the yearning of my heart no matter how much you paid me. I looked up at the only man I’ve ever had eyes for.

  His blue eyes were burning through me, into my soul, and I was beginning to feel feverish. It was all too much, my emotions were overwhelming me. It was clear to me now that I hadn’t imagined the times he’d looked at me like that; he was just much better at covering it up than I was.

  Derek lowered his head, bringing his face to mine.

  “Karla…” he started, his voice low and full of emotion.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Even if this was the only time this would ever happen, it had to happen. I needed it to.

  I closed the distance between us, and his mouth took mine then. My pounding heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I brought my arms around his neck, digging my hands into his dark brown hair.

  His tongue toyed with mine, teased it. He traced my lower lip lightly, just enough to make it tingle a little, before roughly pressing his lips against mine. His teeth nibbled and gently pulled on my lower lips, and I found my body betraying me, arching my breasts into his chest as I moaned into his mouth.

  Derek’s tongue continued massaging mine, and his hand was making my pulse race as it his fingertips traced the length of my arms. He brought them down to my hips and held them firmly, his fingers lightly bruising my flesh in their own form of dominance.

  I could feel him throb inside of his pants, his length hardening and pressing against me. Slowly, once he was certain my body was his, he brought his palms to my breasts, cupping them, weighing them.

  A moan drew from his lips as he slipped his hands under my plunging neckline, bringing my breasts out of the confinements of the stretchy black fabric.

  My kisses became hungrier for Derek as he played with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. Once he pinched them, I couldn’t handle it anymore. With my hands still in his hair, I pushed his head towards my mounds, urging him to taste my breasts.

  His mouth didn’t hesitate in licking my hardened pebbles, first the right, sucking and teasing with his teeth, before moving on to the left.

  My pussy was so wet for him, I knew that if he wanted me right there on the grass beside the lake, he could have had me. As if noticing my lust for him, my stepbrother brought his free hand down and slipped it underneath the skirt of my dress. He took his time, stroking my inner thigh and the outer part of my lips before sliding his fingers under my soaking lace thong. Expert fingers stroked the length of my slit, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back and moan for him, my hips rocking against his fingers as my free hand massaged the breast that wasn’t being tended to.

  Derek paused for a moment, his mouth tearing itself away from my breast, to tell me, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”

  With flushed cheeks, I admitted, “Me neither.”

>   I didn’t care how wrong it was. I didn’t care that my mom would be devastated or that there was potential for awkward Christmas holidays. All I knew was that I needed Derek. Right then and there. I was entirely his--I always had been. The only thing I cared about was how long I’d denied myself him; that’s what was wrong.

  As his fingers worked me, I could feel my climax building up. His tongue lapped at my breasts, drawing circles around the nipples as he slipped a finger inside of my pussy at the same time as his thumb drew circles around my clit.

  My stepbrother continued kissing his way over my dress and down my body. Gently, he covered my breasts again as he lifted the hem of my dress, sticking his head under it. His fingers stroked the length of my legs, taunting me, before finding their way to my panties. Instead of pulling them off, he just pulled them to the side, revealing my clit to the cool air.

  I bit my lip as my hand clenched his hair, anticipation almost being the death of me. A moment later, I felt the warm tip of his tongue flick onto my clit. As Derek flicked and licked my pussy, his moans intensified just as mine did, clearly enjoying the taste of me. I could see the shape of his head through the fabric of my dress as it moved up and down, helping the long, lapping strokes of his tongue.

  I had already been on the verge from his fingers, and his tongue was all it took. I cried out Derek’s name, my hips bucking against his mouth as I came.

  “Holy fuck,” I finally managed as I was coming down. “You’re incredible.”

  Derek kissed the top of my head tenderly, and my heart melted a little bit more for him.

  “And you taste incredible,” he murmured lustfully.

  I looked up at him with wonder. “You’re not what I expected you to be,” I admitted.

  “No? What exactly did you expect me to be, Karla?” He nuzzled my neck as his words since delicious shivers down my spine.

  You are what you hang with, I wanted to say. But I also wanted to be more tactful. “I thought you’d be like your-”

  I was interrupted by fireworks going off. My head turned towards the commotion, and I admired the gold and silver and blue sparks shooting into the sky.

  “Wow,” I breathed, thinking that this night couldn’t have ended any more perfectly, other than Derek laying me down on the grass right there and having his way with me now that I’d gotten mine.

  “Wow is right,” Derek responded through gritted teeth, glaring at his fraternity house. “Fucking idiots. I told them to keep the fireworks locked.” My stepbrother was already half-running towards his house, and it took me a moment to realize the issue here: fireworks are illegal in Arizona.

  I slipped my stilettos off and did my best to keep up with him, “Derek, hold up!” I cried, not wanting the night to end so soon.

  He paused for a moment, turning to me. “I’m sorry, Karla. I really am. The lease is under my name, so I have to get back there ASAP before they do anything else stupid… Or before the cops show up.” Derek stroked my cheek tenderly with the backs of his fingers, looking as regretful as ever. “This isn’t over,” he confirmed, before turning around and sprinting as fast as he could back to the frat house.

  I stood watching him, watching his frat house, from a distance. I couldn’t help but wonder how exactly he’d been the one to sign the lease on this multi-million dollar home. We didn’t exactly have a wealthy upbringing… Unless there was more that Derek was keeping from me. I guess there was only one way to find out: we were due for another heart-to-heart, and this time I was determined to keep it hands off.

  4

  Saturdays Mona tended to cook all of the sisters a pancake breakfast. There were only 30 of us living in the house, but it was still quite the battle. One that I was really thankful of this particular hungover morning.

  After Derek left me, I’d returned to my room and proceeded to finish the the booze I had locked in my room while browsing through his Fbook pictures. Darcy had sent me several text messages throughout the night, wanting me to come back to the party, wanting to talk. I deleted every single one.

  But I knew I had to see her this morning. The Tabby sisters didn’t normally skip out on the pancake breakfast: it was complete with strawberries, blueberries, and loads of whipped cream. Exactly what we needed after a night of heavy drinking. (Let’s be real: it was exactly what we needed after a regular night.)

  I slipped on my sweatpants and trotted groggily downstairs. The girls were already at their excited chatter, talking about which boys they had claims to, who was off limits, who made a fool of themselves last night and who they wish they saw more of. Derek’s name came up more than once.

  Jealousy bubbled inside me as I loaded my plate with pancakes and a healthy serving of strawberries and whipped cream. I headed back to my room before I could snap at my sisters to not talk about Derek that way, but Darcy stopped me on my tracks.

  “Can we talk?” she asked, her tone sombre and serious.

  I shrugged my response. “Depends, are you going to try to use me some more?”

  Her small hand grabbed my arm. “Karla, I’m serious. I don’t want to lose you as a friend,” my sister pleaded.

  My jealousy flared, remembering why we were fighting to begin with, remembering that she had a crush on Derek. Mine. It was wrong, but I knew it in my body, in my bones: Derek was mine. As much as Darcy had been a wonderful friend these past few months, if I was going to pick between my sisters and Derek… Well, there was no competition.

  Shaking her arm off me, I continued upstairs. “Were we ever really friends to begin with?” I bit back, wanting to hit her where it hurt. A small part of me also wanted her to back off of Derek, but I knew if she did then I’d wonder if Derek chose me just because there was no other competition or because he actually liked me.

  “Karla,” Darcy whined. “Please!”

  Glaring at her over my shoulder, I finished the friendship. “You were never a good sister, Darcy. And you have terrible eyebrows.”

  5

  It had been four days since I last spoke to Derek. My heart ached, wondering if he thought what we did was a mistake, praying that he didn’t think it was. Darcy had avoided me in the halls every time I passed her. After our last confrontation, she wasn’t having any more of it. Honestly, I think she was mostly sad that I wasn’t putting a good word in for her with Derek as opposed to the fact that she was losing one of her sisters.

  I’m so stupid, I thought to myself sadly. With every passing moment, I was more and more convinced that I needed to drop out of Tau Beta Mu. Greek life just wasn’t for me, it was increasingly obvious to me. I was the type of girl who needed her own apartment with occasional social contact, not constant social contact with a house full of 29 other girls.

  In my mind, it was settled: I would relinquish my rights as an active sister come Monday.

  I chewed on the rubber end of my pencil as I eyed the clock on the wall. It was almost 3:20 PM, seconds before class was over.

  I’d already packing up my notebook, ready to dart out of class as soon as it was over.

  “Hey, Karla!” An unfamiliar male voice called to me as I rushed out of class.

  Confused, I gave him a moment of my time, glancing over at the golden-skinned boy with the blond hair.

  “Yes?”

  “You’re Derek’s sister, right? I was hoping you could come with me.”

  I furrowed my brows, but followed him, confusions getting the best of me. “Um, why? Why am I following you, I mean?”

  “You don’t have any more classes today do you?” His eyes almost looked concerned as they glanced over at me, as if me saying yes would get him in trouble.

  Swiftly, I shook my head no.

  “Well, don’t worry about it, then.” He shot me a sly smile. “Hey, you’re kinda cute,” he added, pinching the top of my exposed cleavage.

  Mortified, I pulled myself away from him all while covering myself up, making sure there was enough distance between us. “Sorry, what the fuck is this for?
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  I hadn’t meant to sound so heated, but I couldn’t help it. It seriously pissed me off when boys thought they had free reign of my body. Fucking asshole.

  “It’s just a game,” he said sheepishly, but his eyes roamed over my curves even as he said it.

  Suddenly, I felt two pairs of strong arms lifting me up. You’re so stupid, Karla, my mind yelled at myself. As I examined the boy who lured me here, I realized I’d never even seen him in any of my classes before. Guys like that were hard to miss.

  His blazer flapped open, revealing the letters of a rival fraternity.

  Oh, shit.

  “What do you want with me?” I cried.

  He shot a sly grin my way. “We want your brother to stop being so stupid.”

  Throughout the next few hours, I learned that Derek had rushed for all of the fraternities and Mu Beta Alpha had extended a bid to him in addition to the Zetas. Derek had accepted the Zeta’s bid instead of the Mu Beta’s, and this had thoroughly pissed the Mu Beta’s off--since their fraternity was considered the more prestigious one on campus. Essentially, it was an insult that my step had chosen the lesser fraternity over the more prestigious one. What use I was to them, I had no idea.

  I looked around their luxurious living room. The blond, tanned guy who got me into the mess sitting across from me in a leather lounge chair.

  “Look, I have homework to get to. I really don’t have time for this,” I started, getting up from my seat.

  Strong hands pressed me back in my seat.

  “You’ll wait here until your brother shows up. We know he wouldn’t resist coming for you.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, hoping I kept most of the panic out of my voice. They didn’t know, did they?

  Just then, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my jacket pocket. There were several messages from Darcy I’d missed, and I swiped right to remove them from my notifications list. The last one, though, that’s the one my eye scrutinized.