Chapter 54

***Chrissy***

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I have to see Dayle, I feel guilty over the ugly scene that transpired earlier. I feel the need to talk to him; I didn't like what Egan said to him earlier even though he had fault. I'm longing to know what's up with him. He keeps invading my thoughts with the nastiest ideas. It is not fair that I'm actually sidelining Egan but fuck, I can't help it. It's a challenge for me to have Dayle under the same roof as me. I take a deep breath before heading in the direction of his room. I have to do this before I do any other thing.
I hear distant mutterings, not so sure what I hear but he isn't alone. That's too evident. I open the slowly, I'm just so scared that he might hate me for earlier. Like, letting Egan tell him shit under my watch knowing fully well that he wouldn't let anyone do that shit to me. I fucked up and that was why I was worried, I even needed to vent to Egan to point things out. It turned out bittersweet anyways. I'm concerned about Dayle too, there's always a part of me that wants him very badly. Just thinking of him makes me mad, my crotch throbs at every thought—thats the extent that I've gone.

I peek through the fraction and now I'm stupefied by the ugly sight.
He's hardly fucking Molly on her fours in bed, like how come? Why? This has got to be a lie. I'm not sure if I've seen this correctly! I close the door not minding if it made a noise, I run to my room in tears. I lock my door, crashing my back on the door as I fall to the ground.
How could he do this, once I trust him, the next minute he fucks everything up.
Why? I curse the moment I decided to check up on him—i thought that he'd be mad but no, he's fucking Molly.
She pretends to hate him but it's all a lie, one big lie.
The streams of tears rolling down have damaged my makeover and dress. It's not fair. Dayle doesn't care about me, he doesn't love, he only wants to fuck me...
I know all these things but I keep assuming and fucking wishing that things would be different.
I'm very dumb, I know, he's my stepbrother, I know, it's bad to think of him, I know but...
It hurts me like I'm being stabbed with a knife.
This should be a dream, a very bad dream.
My phone starts to chime, it's Egan; I can't even gather myself to answer it. It's persistent. I sniffle. I wipe my tears with the back of my palms; I grab my cellphone swiping to answer it.
“Sweetheart?”
“Ba- Babe...” i try to collect myself still.
“Are you okay? What happened? Did someone hurt you?” he sounds perturbed. If I don't calm down, he'll drive down here to see me. I don't want anymore clashes.
“I'm fine! I'm having this ugly cramps, but I'll be fine! I promise!” I tell him and he’s discontented.
“Do I have to show up or get some pain killers or something? Whatever it is, I'll get on it!” he opts.
“No! Everything is fine, I have done painkillers! Can I text you later? I fucking love— sorry, I love you so much!” I tell him.
“Are you really okay?” he asks
“Yes babe, bye!” I hang up. I almost fucked it up, being harsh wouldn't work. I toss my phone away as my fingers dig into my hair, I heave a deep sigh.
“You've got to be badass Chrissy, you always cry for him; you should teach him a lesson!” one part of me says
“You can't even hurt a fucking fly, what are you going to do?” another part of me says. I'm having these random thoughts because I'm mad over Dayle.
I pick myself up after a few minutes of pondering, I head for the shower room instead.
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I'm in my shorts and top, my hair wrapped into a messy bun. I grab my laptop to do some research, I hope to have the focus for it. I need a distraction. I already told Nina to make some relaxing tea; she knows the best recipe for my disdain.
Knock. Knock.
“Please, come in!” I answer without looking until he clears his throat. I know that masculine sound. Dayle.
“Chriss? Uhm... Lena would be on the phone. She wants to talk to the both of us! Together!” he's really confident to walk in here like nothing happened.
“I'm studying!” I snap angrily looking away
“You don't wanna tell her that!” he adds sitting next to me. Nina approaches with the cup of tea and hands it over to me. She asks if there's anything else but Dayle says there isn't. He tells her that we have class research to do and so she shouldn't bother us. He was polite. He overrides my words with his and once again, I'm silent like a doll.
We speak to Mom once the Facetime connects, she's returning by Friday night. I'm excited but not excited. Why?
“I wanna be alone, I've got to study, I NEED to be alone!” I scowl at him but he's unshaken. He puts down the iPad on my desk and turns to me comfortably.
“I'm also having a test, a simple convo would not stop an A!” he says nonchalantly
“Some of us have got to study extra hard to make an A, Dayle!” I flare up.
“Your GP is nothing less than 3.80, quit it Chrissy!” he snaps angrily. We both remain silent. Staring at him is like visioning him in motion with Molly. I can't get off that sight off my mind. I want to be in that position—i feel betrayed.
“What do you want?” I ask putting away my laptop. Let's get this over with.
“You were there! You saw me fucking Molly, didn't you?” he asks and I'm flushed with embarrassment.
“Wh- what are you taking about—”
He cuts me short.
“You saw everything. It's not what you think,”
“Not what I think? Who says that I'm thinking something? You owe me no apologies—you’re now my brother remember?”
“Don’t... do that. Don't fucking tell me that!” he almost raises his voice at me.
“Oh, I fucking will. That's what we are, when will you get used to it?” I tell him but my voice breaks. Isn't that the opposite of his how I should sound? Firm? He gives me a very sad smile.
He takes my hand into his, I don't even have the balls to push him away like I pushed Egan earlier. Why?
“I had to do that with her because I felt jealous over you. I know that you're were with Egan and something must have happened. It's enough to make me mad. He owns you like he made you, he brags about you, he loves you too much, he fights for you, he adores you, he never cheats on you... ” he says and right now I'm cold. “I should do all those things for you! I'm finding it hard to accept my reality, I can't pretend to hate you when I don't. I know that I have a special place in your life—i don’t have to contend with Egan.”
He moves closer and I remain motionless, I feel the heat that's engulfing my entire body, my pussy is not safe too. I swallow up. His fingers caress my face, to my neck and now arms. He proceeds to my waist line. His fingers slide under my shirt, he gently grabs my tits, pinching my hard nipples, I fumble as I let out a soft but unintended moan.
“Ah!”
He's very close now, the distance is closed but my fear is that no one comes in or else we are officially fucked. He massages my breast, his eyes are fixated on mine, the tip of his nose strokes mine slowly. I should be mad but I still let him have his way.
“When it comes to this, he can't beat me. I won't compete with him for anything but for this—your body—I’ll compete for it. I own your body Chrissy, whether or not he's with you! You'll always be mine, and I'm yours!”
My lips have parted, I just want to kiss him and feel him inside me. I'm naïve around him.
He attempts to kiss me but he moves away, he teases me and I feel embarrassed and angry since he's smiling faintly.

His fingers go down between my thighs, he caresses my thighs as his lips kisses my neck like a vampire with his prey. He slides his fingers through the opening and now, he's directly rubbing my clit. Flickering his thumb and index around it. I throw my head back instinctively while he devours me. Two fingers reach for my core, deep they go, stroking me like a chainsaw. I long to kiss him but he's depriving of that privilege, I was his dick inside me but still, I'm being tortured the more. I use one hand to cover my mouth and the other a grip on the thick sheets.
“Dayle please! Mmm! Ple—” I moan out.
“I want you, Chriss!” he whispers to me
My toes start curling, peaking, shivering, squirming... He grabs me with one hand by the nape, he sucks my neck, I feel the moisture, I'm turned on the more.
He slowly pulls away from me, he licks his fingers and doesn't say a word to me but rather he takes his iPad and walks out.
Is that it? Just that? I fell for him again, I don't have an option around him; I just can't say no to Dayle anymore.
No. It's not enough, it can not be enough. I long for him worse than I always have.
I lie on my back breathing heavily for a sort calm and then my phone interrupts.
Ping!!!
It's a text. From Dayle.
*1 am! You know where to find me!*