“Hello,” I answer, not even bothering to make my voice sound less bored.
“Aiden, hey,” my brother answers, his nerves a sharp contrast to my tone.
“What do you want?” I get straight to the point, and am immediately greeted by a long pause. I clear my throat and roll my eyes again when he doesn’t answer. “Well?”
“Um, I was wondering … I was wondering if you had plans for dinner today.”
I think of the bleak day ahead of me, with Marissa coming over later in the evening. At least that way, I get to have sex, while a dinner with my twin is not something that would leave me satisfied in the least.
“Yeah, I don’t-” I start to decline, but his next words immediately change my mind.
“Emme will be there,” he says quickly, as if he’s been keeping this information to himself for too long and is desperate to get it out. I hold my breath nervously, waiting for him to go on, and he does just that.
“We had a … long talk. It’s been a long time. I’ve thought it through and I know you had some problems and you … you took it out on her. I think I’ll bring her around, and she agreed to come to dinner with us.”
Time stops still for a moment when I think of Emme.
Sweet, now not-so-innocent Emme. Spoiled by my brother’s cock, but still ready to be all mine … Waiting for me to plunge deep inside of her … The moment is coming, and I am ready.
“Oh,” I say lamely, my mind churning along with the newly presented facts. “I guess I can make it, for old time’s sake.”
“Great!” Blane sounds so desperately happy it makes me want to punch him and ask him to get it together. He’s so pathetic.
“We’ll see you at Chez Anton at eight p.m. sharp?” he suggest and I agree with a single ‘yes’ before cutting the line. Then I immediately set the phone down, not bothering to text Marissa about the change of plans.
My mind is already on something else.
***
I make sure to come into the restaurant late, make them wait for me like I’ve been doing for them for the past year. I want them squirming, wondering whether I’ll really show up.
And when my cab pulls up in front of the restaurant and I spot them through the window, I’m pretty sure they’re both anxious. They’re talking, Blane trying hard to keep up a conversation, waving his arms around animatedly.
And Emme is just sitting there, looking anxious and nervous.
And I’m transported to our childhood home, a year and a few months ago …
My fingers plunged in her pussy, telling her she belongs to me. She fights to make me stop, but I take what is mine - what always was.
And then my fucking twin strolls in and ruins everything.
I walk in, and their heads immediately turn towards me. I ignore Blane completely, focusing on my sweet little stepsister. Her expression of anxiousness turns into fear, and it makes my cock stir in my pants immediately.
Fuck, I want her badly.
“Hello,” I greet them softly and she immediately looks away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear like she’s afraid to even meet my eye.
She’s quiet while Blane greets me enthusiastically, and I sit on the other side of the table from them. I can tell I’m making them uncomfortable, and it’s making me fucking happy. I’m going to ruin them.
While Blane chatters about nonsensical stuff, Emme keeps quiet, refusing to meet my eye. I stare at her pointedly the whole time, trying to steal a glance at those gorgeous eyes that taunt my dreams.
But she won’t let me, and it’s driving me fucking insane.
I need Emme.
She’s the one that grounds me, the only one that can keep the red mist away.
And she makes it all so much better.
She owes me this. She owes it to me to make it all better, to calm my demons.
She doesn’t seem to be aware of that though, shooting several loving glances at my twin brother throughout the dinner. It drives me fucking insane, the way they look at each other, because I want her for my own.
The evening drags and drags, though I could be looking at Emme all day. They don’t seem to be as comfortable, though, and I realize they’re going to start a topic I probably won’t like.
“So,” Blane begins slowly, meeting my eye carefully like I’m a ticking time bomb. It fucking pisses me off so badly. “We wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Oh?” I say with a smirk, my eyebrows raised all the way up to my hairline. “Why don’t you tell me about it, Emme?”
I’m taunting her on purpose, and she twitches as soon as I say her name. Finally, Blane nudges her to make her talk to me and she looks me in the eye for the first time that evening.
“We …” she begins, her voice hoarse from being quiet all evening. I pretend it’s from the screaming she’s done while I fucked her, and it makes my cock rock hard under the table.
She clears her throat before going on. “We wanted to offer you to get some help.”
I look at her, feeling completely confused, but it’s like a dam has broken.
She suddenly reaches for me, grabbing my arm in one of her palms and I’m gone immediately. Her soft, creamy skin enveloping mine … It’s almost too much to handle.
“I love you so much, Aiden,” she says sweetly, her eyes dancing across my face, begging for me to listen. “You were always my best friend. I know you didn’t mean what you did, I know you want to get better. And we can help you with that, you know?”
I look at her blankly, trying to take in what she’s saying. I’m having mixed feelings, what with her skin on mine combined with the words coming out of her mind.
“What do you mean?” I ask through gritted teeth.
She looks so enthusiastic. It’s going to hurt to take her down.
“We have this great psychiatrist,” she begins.
And after that, I tune everything out. She goes on and on about some doctor who can do wonders, probably by prescrib
ing a shit ton of medication to me. Blane nods enthusiastically as she speaks and it drives me fucking insane to see them ganging up on me.
But as bad as this is, I know I can’t show my true side yet.
I know I can’t tell them I think they need a doctor, not me. I can’t say I’ll never go along with all of the plans they’ve made for me.
And if I want to get what I really want, I’ll have to go along with this.
So I agree with them, nodding my head like an obedient dog in all the right places. I admire their happy smiles, admit I have issues. I do everything I have to, to make it seem like I’m going along with everything.
But when we say goodbye for the night, a completely different scenario is playing out in my head. And I know it will finish my way, not theirs.
I watch them leave before getting into my cab, my twin brother’s arm protectively draped around my girl’s shoulders.
And I tell myself my mantra again, repeating it over and over again in my head.
Destroy Blane. Claim Emme.
Chapter 8
My plain is solid and about to be set into motion. I’ve thought it all through, and I’m ready to make it happen today. I need her now. Emme will be mine.
It’s a week later and I’ve been keeping in touch with both my brother and my stepsister every night. I’ve been feeding them some shit about doing what they want. I even made an appointment with the shrink they suggested - not that I’m planning on going, anyhow.
So today is Friday and I’ve finally managed to get rid of Marissa, sending her on her way, completely depressed by the fact I won’t be sticking my cock inside her today. Fuck that - I’ve got more important things to take care of today.
I also happen to know Blane is away today. I made it my business to find out about his trip to Seattle, and made sure to set an alarm clock for the middle of the night, at 2.30 in the morning.
I can’t sleep anyway, and when the alarm rings, I immediately shoot up in my bed, ready for her. More ready than I’ve ever been, in fact.
With calculated motions, I look around my studio apartment. Then I get straight to work, making the place ready for her.