Resist My Twin Stepbrothers

Chapter 8

I was safe.

I felt like an immature child and an idiot, but I didn't know any other way to handle this. I didn't know my stepbrothers well enough to sit down like a mature woman and talk this out. I didn't know how to handle my feelings.

What sucked the most was that all I wanted to do was go back downstairs, crawl back onto Elliot's lap and let him make me feel good again.

I was glutton.

. . .

Night fell and I heard Zane climb into his car to leave for the date he told me about. I'd only left my room twice since I came up here and it was because I had to pee before I exploded. Hours passed while I listened to music and played online. Nothing was holding my interest for very long and my thoughts kept drifting back to Elliot.

Around ten at night, I heard the television downstairs turn off and loud,

heavy steps coming up the stairs. The light in the hallway went dim and my door shook a little as Elliot walked past in route to his own bedroom. I breathed out a sigh of relief that he was finally going to bed. Continuing to play on my laptop, I did everything I could to stop thinking about him, but another hour passed and he was still at the forefront of my mind.

Maybe I just needed to go talk to him and make sure that what we did would never happen again. I also wanted to know if he'd told Zane. I knew they were twins, but I didn't know if that meant they shared everything. I'm sure they'd grown past the teenage need to tell their friends about every conquest. That shit had to get boring after a while.

Squaring my shoulders, I made a decision to go talk to him like a normal adult. This entire situation was stupid and I was acting like a fool. Men and women had sex all the time. It's just that, normally, those people weren't related. But we weren't blood related and if our parents weren't married, it wouldn't have been strange for us to hook up.

Nodding once to myself, I made up my mind to go and confront him. What harm could it do?

Tiptoeing out of my bedroom, I glanced down on the short sleep shorts I was wearing, together with my pink spaghetti strap top with pretty little yellow flowers dotting the material. I considered going back into my room and changing into a pair of jeans, a heavy sweater and a parka .just in case.

No. That would be stupid. What I was wearing had nothing to do with talking. I giggled to myself thinking that it might be fun to tease him by showing some skin and not giving up the goods.

Walking slowly down the hallway, I noticed that his door was cracked open, a soft light glowing inside. Industrial music was playing at a low volume and when I peeked inside, I saw something that made me instantly hot with desire. Elliot was lying on his bed, his entire body spread out over the mattress, his pants pushed down and his cock in his hand. Slowly, he stroked over the shaft, biting his lip as he pleasured himself. I wondered what, or who, he was thinking about. Was it possible he was just as turned on thinking about the night before as me?

Seconds passed as I watched him. I remained as still as possible and didn't make a sound. I didn't want him to see me watching, but it didn't matter.

"You going to stand there all night or are you going to join me?"

I jumped at the sound of his voice and pushed the door open to walk

inside.

"Close the door."

"I just came here to talk," I said, desperately trying to put some kind of strength in my voice.

"Close it anyway."

Immediately captivated by the authority in his deep voice, I pushed back with my foot and closed the door.

Shoving his cock back into his pants, he sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at me. "What did you want to talk about?"

I stood motionless, opening my mouth to talk, but unable to make a sound. He smiled, the expression more dangerous than I think he intended it to be.

He was so arrogant naturally, that I'm sure my behavior was just adding to his confidence.

"Eden? Did you have something to say?"

"Yes," I whispered. Clearing my throat, I took a deep breath and said, "Did you tell Zane what we did last night?"