Chapter Eight
Bray
Iam so fucked, and not in a good way.
Our new stepsister is all mouth-watering curves and attitude. She has a pert fucking ass I want to dive into, thick thighs I want to part, huge tits I want to come on—and she’s off limits. My cock is hard and confused as to why we aren’t already balls deep in her cunt.
But that mouth... shit, her smart mouth has something else moving through me—interest. That’s not something I reserve for the women I fuck. Females are for one purpose and one purpose only, to sate my lust. My brothers are all I need, yet here is our new sister, right before us.
Asher drags me away and shuts the door so she can get dressed, and we head back to Cyrus who is prowling around the living room with his fists clenched and eyes wild. When he spots us, he scowls, his chest heaving as he darts a look at the corridor. “She needs to go.”
“We can’t kill her,” I reply and look back at the door. “Plus, she’s hot as hell.”
“You can’t fuck her, idiot,” Asher inserts as he rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall as we both watch our older brother gear up to explode.
Cyrus turns and glares at us both. “She’s pussy, that’s it. There are plenty of them out there waiting for us to return to town. They all want to snag a Crew brother. Stop acting like goddamn virgins or boyfriends.” He steps closer to us and narrows his eyes. “We’ll get rid of her one way or the other.”
Slumping on the sofa, I turn on a movie. “Yeah, well, for now she’s clearly here to stay. Maybe get over her.” I grin at them. “Or under her.”
Asher throws a pencil at my head, but I catch it and put it behind my ear as Cyrus drops down next to me, rubbing his head. He’s clearly annoyed. He hates when women get close, and her being here does make it hard for our... business, but there isn’t much we can do. Plus, she’s something perfect to look at. Shit, I nutted so hard in that girl the other night after watching our new stepsister dance. She moved like a goddamn whore on a pole, all slick moves and teasing ass shaking with those perfect tits and ass. Fuck… I have to rearrange myself even now from just thinking about it as Asher eventually joins us on the sofa.
About twenty minutes later—twenty minutes of me glancing at the corridor, imagining those thighs clamped around my head as I eat her cunt—she appears. She looks at the TV and then back to us.
“Mind if I join you?” she inquires, clearly trying to be nice. But this girl is anything but nice. It’s in her eyes, in her attitude. Not to mention we saw her beat the fuck out of a table full of guys and get arrested. No, our new stepsister is a badass cock tease.
Leaning back with my arm stretched over the sofa and my legs kicked out, I run my eyes down her again. At least she has shorts on now. I don’t know if I prefer her with or without them on.
“Yes,” Cy snarls, glaring, even as Asher says, “No.”
Oh, this should be fun. I lean back and wait for the fists to start flying. I enjoy fighting just as much as fucking; it’s in my blood, after all.
Her eyebrows rise, and Cyrus gets to his feet, jerking his head at us both. “Let’s go. We can hit up the party early.”
She cocks her hip out and blocks Cyrus’s path. She barely even reaches his chest and has to crane her neck back, but she doesn’t seem intimidated even as he glares down at her, double her height and triple her weight. He vibrates with the need to either fuck, fight, or kill—or all three, knowing him. Asher shoots me a look, and I nod at him, agreeing, ready to hold him back if he goes for her. She really shouldn’t poke the bear, but our new little stepsister is unrepentant as she smirks at him.
“Are you an asshole all the time, or only to me because you watched me dance and then came back here and wanked off to me?” She tilts her head, running her eyes across him, and his hands fist at his sides, making Asher and me step closer, ready to restrain him. “Annoyed with your own desire,stepbrother?” she taunts and saunters nearer, dragging a finger down his chest. “Better get over it, I’m here to stay... for now.” She turns and flicks her hair over her shoulder, and you can goddam bet all of our eyes are locked on her ass, even Cyrus’s. She looks back, not even blinking when she catches us like she knew we would be staring.
Oh yes, our little roommate knows how good-looking she is, and she isn’t afraid to use it, just like her fists and body.
“I’m dancing tomorrow night.” She winks. “Just in case you want to come and gawk at me again. This time you can pay,” she jokes, referencing us staring at her in her room, and I bark out a laugh, unable to help it.
She has bigger balls than us.
She disappears into her room, leaving all three of us gaping after her.
“Shit, I think I’m in love,” Asher remarks, and Cyrus reaches out and, without even looking, punches him. Asher flies into the wall, and I watch him push away and press a finger to his bleeding lip with a laugh.
“Shut the fuck up. I need to get drunk and find some wet pussy. Now,” he snarls and stomps away, leaving Asher and me wearing smirks.
Oh, tonight’s party should be fun. He’s definitely going to try and kill someone, and I’m going to get drunk as hell and fuck some random bitch, imagining it’s my hot, new little roommate. Cyrus might be right, her being here is a bad idea. I only have so much restraint when it comes to cunt, and she’s the finest one I have ever seen, with a mouth, mind, and threats to back it up.
Did the Crew brothers just meet their match?