STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 50: Epilogue

Scarletts P.O.V

One year later...

"If you want these so bad, you're gonna have to bribe me"

You watch Oliver, amused as he dangles your apartment key in front of your face. As if he'd really keep

you from the apparent you've both just rented together as you prepare for your semester at Uni.

"Bribe you?"

You place your hands on your hips, cocking your head sideways ass you narrow your gaze at his hand

as he waves the keys again.

"What if I don't?"

Oliver snickers, grinning as he shoves the keys in his pocket and shrugs.

"Guess you'll have to keep living here with your mom and Kirk"

Not a fan of that option.

You shake your head, taking a few steps towards him with your hand outstretched.

"Not doing that. Keys, please"

"Ah, ah, ah"

With a sharp shake of his head, he bites his lip mischievously and you swoon at the sight. Dressed in a

pair of jeans and a t-shirt that outlines his muscles perfectly, he looks utterly delectable.

I cant wait to do all those dirty things to him in that apartment...

You shiver from the thought, dropping your arm back down at your side.

"Bribe. Come on, baby. You've gotta earn it"

"Yes, because paying half the bills gets you nowhere"

"Not with me"

He taps his chin thoughtfully

"You know I need a bit more persuasion"

You grind your teeth, thankful your mother and Kirk are gone or the afternoon while you and Oliver

pack, so she doesn't have to witness the way just his words summon your arousal.

"You're being ridiculous"

He arches a challenging brow, crossing his arms over his chest as he steps forward.

"Am I? Ridiculous? No"

He takes another step towards you, lifting his hand to cup the side of your face and pull your lips close

to his, enough to feel the heat along your mouth.

'I'm just a man who knows exactly what he wants"

"Okay"

You combat your breathlessness by blinking rapidly and taking a few deep drags of air into your lungs.

you yelp excitedly when he uses his other hand to yank your hips into him, revealing the painfully hard

bulge in his jeans.

"How bad do you want the keys, Scarlett?"

You reach for his wrist, encircling your fingers around it as you lean forward until your mouth touches

his with a feathery embrace.

"Maybe I don't want them"

"You pull away, stepping backwards quickly as you release his wrist. His eyes widen, humoured and

shacked by your open defiance as you drag your tongue along your mouth.

"Maybe I'm the one that needs convincing from you"

You use this moment to teasingly drag your hands downward along your sides, while sighing slowly.

You can tell by the way his brows furrow and he brings his fist to his mouth to bite, that he's ridiculously

turned on.

"Fuck Scarlett. You want to play games?"

"Maybe"

You hold your breath as he stalks towards you, attempting to maintain your willpower, but the closer he

gets the more you lose your resolve. He reaches forward, cupping your chin to graze his thumb over

your plump lip.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Showing you what you're giving up"

He leans forward, and instead of feverishly pressing his mouth against yours, he captures your bottom

lip between his teeth, nibbling, pulling and sucking temptingly until a guttural moan rolls off your tongue.

When the kiss ends, and you're left in a dizzy haze of hormone, he releases your face with a salacious

grin printed on his mouth.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you again. How badly do you want these keys?"

"So fucking bad"

"That's what I thought. Now show me"

He nods at you, and its like some other erotic part of your brain is awakened. With a deep breath, you

reach for the bottom of your shirt, peeling it up from your body, before discarding it on the floor.

Fine. I'll give him a show.

You move your hands over to your bra covered cleavage, careful to hook your thumbs in the top of it to

give him a quick glimpse of your pink, hardened nipples beneath. He groans, pressing his hand against

his chest as you shake your breasts gently.

"Hmm... something like this?"

You slide your hands to your back where you unhook your bra, before you shimmy the straps down

your arms, and the material drops from your body. His eyes immediately widen a fraction upon drinking

in your breasts. You make an effort to slightly bounce on your toes, causing them to jiggle deliciously in

front of him.

"Oh yeah. Just like that"

You sway your hips gently, goading him closer as you unbutton your jeans, and drag your zipper down.

"Fuck yes"

You teasingly drag the zipper back up and he shakes his head.

"Off"

He almost barks the words at you, his desire a demanding entity that rules his actions. You grin and

snicker, raising your brows before you drag the zipper back down, and hook your thumbs in the edge of

your jeans.

"Have I ever told you you're bossy?"

he cups his chin, gazing intently as you pull your jeans down your legs and he gets a nice eyeful of

creamy thigh.

"All the time. Like my need for control doesn't make you wet..."

He's right. It does.

"I bet if I felt between those thighs, I'll be met with all that stickiness"

Jesus, he's so filthy.

His eyes move to the scantily clad mound of your centre, and you know from his darkened gaze he's

seconds away from tearing them from your body.

You step out of your jeans, and run you hand over your panties, moaning passionately as the friction

stirs unimaginable pleasure in you.

"I love watching you touch yourself"

You moan softly, peering at him beneath hooded lids as you cup yourself again.

"You look like you want to fuck me"

"What gives it away?"

You roll your eyes at his joke, and nod to the thick erection he cant mask, in his pants. You finger the

waistband of your panties and shift your legs to spread your thighs more for him.

"Do you want to take over?"

"That's incredibly tempting"

I love teasing him. His ravenous expression just makes me... god I want him.

"Or... how about you stay right there? No touching"

His brows knit together in confusion before he realises exactly what you're doing.

"I cant touch you, huh?"

You shake your head.

"Nope. I'm the one calling the shots"

You slide your panties down, bunching them up in your fist as you sashay towards him, completely

bare. When you stop in front of him he lifts his arms to get a hand full of your breasts, when you pull

back slightly and shake your head.

"No. You cant touch. Doesn't matter ho badly you want to tug on these nipples"

He groans, flexing his fingers before closing his hand into a fist and putting it back down at his side.

You reach for his pocket, tucking the panties in there, careful to graze his monstrous rod from within his

pocket before you pull your hand away.

"Well fuck. Now I'm starting to regret this... I want to touch you"

"Not yet"

You shake your head, reaching towards him, you get your lips just close enough to trick him into

thinking you'll succumb and let him devour you.

"Not until you're begging for it, Oliver"

"Begging?"

He scoffs softly, but you notice the way he twitches in his pants, as if he can feel your tight walls around

his shaft already, grinding the velvety insides all around him. You take a few steps back.

"You're fucking killing me"

"How badly do you want to be inside me, Ollie?"

At the use of his nickname, he narrows his eyes and tenses his jaw.

"Scarlett..."

His warning tone does nothing to dissuade you. Instead, you arch a challenging brow and step so your

legs are wide as you swirl a teasing finger around your taut, wet hole.

"Come on, Ollie. This could be you"

Just as he opens his mouth to retort, you push your finger inside of yourself and moan loudly at the

invasion before you begin to fuck your self.

"Awe fuck"

With a resolved growl, he moves towards you.

"Enough! Its my turn"

You remove your finger from inside of yourself, about to let him ravish you when the unmistakable

sound of someone clearing their throat from within the foyer doorway catches your attention. Oliver

turns his head, eyes widening when he realises his father has walked in.

"Fuck"

"What Kirk? Why'd you stop walking?"

Horrified, you watch as your mother moves her head around Kirks large frame to get a view of the living

room before she gasps and cries out.

"Oh god!"

Fuck! I'm naked!

You instinctively reach to cover yourself, aware that your arms and hands aren't enough to shield your

parents from an eyeful of your genitals

Just kill me now... Christ!

Oliver curses under his breath, and angles himself in front of you to obscure his fathers vision, before

he scoops you up and hurries out of room to the bathroom. When he sets you down and closes the

door, you press your hands to your head and panic.

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god!"

Oliver smirks

"A hell of a goodbye, babe"

You swat him, feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment as you wrap your arms around yourself.

"They just saw me naked! Please tell me your dad was not there long!"

You groan, rapidly shaking your head to dispel the image of Kirk catching you.

"I think they just got back"

That doesn't make me feel any better.

"I need my clothes"

"Relax"

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He cups the sides of your face, levelling your darting gaze with his before he takes a deep breath and

commands you to mimic him.

"Scarlett, relax. Its fine"

You mirror his steady breaths, thankful when your racing heart slows.

"My clothes"

You croak the words, your throat suddenly dry. He nods slightly before leaning in and pressing a gentle

kiss against your pouting lips.

"I'll get them. Don't worry."

He gets to face them first.

"Good"

He disappears quickly, but returns with your clothes even quicker.

"Oh god, did they say anything"

Oliver shrugs.

"They wanted to speak with us once you got dressed"

I can only imagine all the shit my mothers gonna come up with.

Reluctantly you pull on your clothes, before you hold out your hand. He glances at it quizzically.

"Keys. I think I've earned them"

A small chuckle leaves his lips before he withdraws the keys from his pocket and places your key into

your palm.

"You did earn it"

He grabs your hips, pulling you to him again before placing his lips against your head.

"And we're not finished. We'll continue this later"

"Yeah, if I haven't been scarred from this moment"

He smacks your ass and you yelp.

"That's the spirit"

"You're an ass"

You both emerge from the bathroom warily as you make your way to the kitchen. Kirk and your mother

look up when you enter, your mothers face turning beet red as you hover near the doorway.

As if this day could get any worse.

"I'm gonna cut to the chase. You know better than to strip in the living room"

Good ole' mom, getting straight to the point.

"In fairness, I wouldn't have done that if I knew you were both coming back anytime soon"

"Coming back?of course we were. We wouldn't miss your moving day. I only had to get a few things

from the store"

What the...

You turn your attention to Oliver when clearly stated they weren't coming back for 'hours'. He grins

sheepishly at you while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Men will say anything to get women naked."

"Clearly! You let me strip!"

He holds up his hands and shakes his head.

"Heat of the moment baby. Ive always been spontaneous"

And now his father has had an eye full...

"I honestly forgot. I thought they would be gone. It had only been twenty minutes"

"And this is why I'm very enthused about you both getting your own place"

"Feelings mutual"

"Could you two sit, there's something we'd like to tell you"

Your senses of deja vu overcomes you as you recall multiple times having to sit down with your mother

when she explained you were both leaving her current boyfriend. You frown, watching as Oliver nods

and moves towards the table. He grasps your hand quickly and pulls you along.

"What's going on?"

They're over aren't they... I was almost convinced she'd changed. That for once she'd have something

that would last.

Your mom clasps her hands together, and nods to the seat adjacent to her before she exchanges

glances with Kirk.

"What's the problem"

You and Oliver sit at the table, concentrated glances settling on them both before your mom takes a

breath and finally addresses what she's said. You don't expect the words out of her mouth.

"Kirk and I are getting married"

"Huh?"

She's amused by your surprised. She reaches for Kirks hand, grinning at him before she repeated

herself.

"Kirk and I are getting married"

"Married"

Is she joking?

"Are you joking?"

She narrows. Her eyes, but the smile remains on her lips.

"I'm very serious"

"You two..."

You gesture between them with the hand Oliver's not holding.

"Are getting married?"

Oliver squeezes your hand, aware that your panicking a little.

"As in, vows, church, 'I do's'?"

You mother scoffs before chuckling.

"Yes, Scarlett. A wedding"

"When?"

"Next June"

"Wow"

Kirk clears is throat.

"Now, I don't want you kids feeling weird, considering the situation. I know that would mean some legal

hurdles"

Because we'll legally be step siblings.

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

"But you both have nothing to be ashamed of"

You swallow the lump in your throat, shifting your gaze to Oliver to gauge his reaction only to realise his

expression is guarded.

"I love your mother, Scarlett. And I want to be her husband"

"I mean... it makes sense. I'm happy for you"

She's finally found someone she loves enough to settle down with.

"Oliver? You alright?"

Oliver brings his hand to his mouth to bite at his nail as he remains silent.

"Oliver? I'm not trying to upset you. We don't expect you to break up or anything. Its only a matter of

legality"

"I uh, I'm not upset"

Kirk looks taken back

"You're not?"

"No"

Oliver lowers his hand and shakes his head before sighing.

"Just surprised. I'm happy for you"

Kirk smiles.

"You are?"

"Yeah. Congratulations"

You watch as your mother gasps and rises from her seat to rush around to side hug Oliver, before she

looks at you warily.

"Scar?"

Regardless, I am happy for her.

You release Oliver's hand and open your arms

"Congrats mom"

She cries out, throwing her arms around you as she pulls you close. When she finally releases you,

she wipes the tears from her cheeks and moves back towards kirk.

"I was so worried about telling you. Thank you for being understanding. I know I've disappointed you a

lot in the past"

You're thrower off by her regret and sincerity.

She has managed to disappoint me with the instability growing up, but I've forgiven her for that.

"Its okay mom. I'm just glad you're happy"

She turns to kirk, bouncing anxiously on the tips of her toes.

"Honey, I have to show you the wedding magazines I ordered. There a ton of ideas in it!"

Kirk chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

"God, this is gonna hurt our wallet isn't it?"

"Hey, we're only doing this once!"

you smile, and glance at Oliver as kirk turns his attention to your mom.

"So... are you sure you still want to move in with me?"

"Depends..."

Oh god. He's weirded out. I knew it!

"Will you be giving me a repeat of what just happened in the living room?"

You gasp and smack is arm playfully.

"You're an ass! I thought you were seriously concerned..."

He leans towards you, mouth teasingly grazing your ear as his warm breath fans your jaw.

"The only things I'm concerned about is getting you naked, and fucking you on every surface of our

place"

"Sounds good to me."