WhatTheHell
Isabelle
The heavy scent of citrus lined the confined space of the car as I pressed my forehead to the glass watching the unfamiliar scenery pass in a blur.
My phone beeped and a text message from Lisa appeared.
Lisa: You reached your step-brother’s place?
Still in the cab, I typed but then I deleted it and responded with a tired emoji.
I: Almost there
This was my first year at college. I had already paid for my apartment. I got there and realized I had been scanned by the agent. Stranded, I had to spend a few days at my step-brother’s house.
Lisa saw no issue with it. But I was highly uncomfortable with it. The first and last time I saw Daniel was three years ago on the day of our parents' wedding. He didn’t even spend the day, he was already out. So to me, he was practically a stranger—a male stranger.
To respect the oath I made to myself to keep my virginity until marriage, this didn’t seem like a good plan.
My phone beeped.
Lisa: Remember to take pictures of your sexy step-brother.
I rolled my eyes, and my fingers danced across my screen.
I: No, thank you, that’s s****l harassment, and it’s against my values.
Lisa sent me an animated sticker of a man f*****g a girl mercilessly.
Instantly, I felt a heat pool between my thighs, and with deep breath, I ignored the throb in my clit like I’ve ignored all the s****l desires in my life.
After ten more minutes, the car came to a halt in front of a building so tall it made me feel like an ant.
“Thank you,” I said to the driver who dropped my luggage beside me.
After taking out some cash from my purse and handing it over to the driver, I picked up my luggage and headed into the building.
I dragged the heavy bag along the opening that served like a …. and headed towards the elevator.
The doors of the elevator opened on the fourth floor, I stepped out and made way through the corridor, my eyes searching for room 406.
When I arrived at the door, I checked the message Daniel had sent me and punched in the passwords. The beep sound echoed and I pushed the door open.
The inside of the apartment was spacious, too spacious, and I like that.
“Daniel,” I called out, my voice tearing through the silence.
There was no answer.
I left my bag at the entrance and headed past the living room to the doorway that led to a corridor.
“Daniel,” I called again, louder this time.
A door clicked open, and a figure emerged in the hallway.
He walked out of the hallway, a towel wrapped low around his waist, like gravity was trying to pull it down and show me what I wasn’t supposed to see.
Drops of water slicked down his chest—his broad expanse of chest—down the contours of his muscular body that seemed more chiseled compared to when I last saw him.
While he was busy rubbing his brown strands with another, I caught my eyes lingering on the limp d**k hidden beneath the towel. My heart fluttered, and my thighs clenched against themselves.
Quickly, I dragged my gaze back to his face. Daniel stopped and looked at me. For a second none of us said anything.
His eyes widened with recognition. “Isabelle?”
With a smile that came out of nowhere, I nodded. “Hey.”
Daniel blinked. “Wow, you’ve grown so big.” His eyes raked over me.
I laugh, a little too quickly. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”
Which was a lie. A big fat lie. I didn’t remember him being this grown. This built. Or this…manly.
His gaze lingers. Maybe it wasn’t as long as I thought it was. But there was something about his stare. The way it made my body quiver and my knees weak.
“Uh.” Daniel cleared his throat. “You can take the second room on the right.”
I gulped hard. “Thanks.”
After watching his muscular back disappear into the room on the left, I dragged my luggage to the room, my legs feeling too warm.
Inside the room, I collapsed on the bed. Reaching for my phone I called Lisa.
“I just arrived,” I said as soon as she picked up.
“That was quite a journey,” she said. “Does he have a roommate? A sexy one like him?”
My mind slipped to the third door. “I don’t know but there are three rooms,” I responded, “why are you asking?”
“Nothing.” A smile seeped into her voice. “Who knows you might lose your virginity to his friend.”
“Never,” I said, “that would be shameful, losing my virginity to a step-brother’s friend.”
“Shame makes s*x more thrilling.” Lisa chuckled.
As I unpacked, Lisa and I continued our usual basic conversation.
**********
Hours slipped by and my eyes fluttered open. I had fallen asleep while I was arranging documents.
Yawning and stretching, my eyes drift to the dark sky outside. I reached for my phone and I gasped at the time. 11pm. How did I sleep for that long.
Letting out another yawn, I heard a sound. First like a whimper and then it clears into a moan. A long drawn-out moan.
Another one, and my stomach flipped.
My step-brother was f*****g a girl in the apartment.
I should have stayed back, mind my business and continued to sleep. But my legs moved like it had a mind on its own.
Barefoot, I trod out of my room and into the corridor, looking for something I shouldn’t.
When I arrived at the living room, it wasn't Daniel. It was someone else.
A boy, jet black hair. I couldn’t see the color of his eyes as they were shut.
My eyes were glued to their movement. The way the girl sucked on his c**k. The boy pinned her head in place and shoved his c**k down her throat, letting out a deep moan that reverberated in my chest.
I felt my p***y swell as a tingling feeling filled my body.
The boy opened his eyes, and when those blue pupils locked with mine, my breath hitched.
