My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN:

The moment I talked about doing the project together with Dabby, she became so flustered and rushed out of the room almost immediately.

“I want to go get water!” I heard her mouthing down the stairs, as she hastened her steps. It made me snicker at her clumsiness.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Observing how flushed she was earlier while staring at the movements of my hands on my body, made me realize even how much of a nerd she was. It wouldn’t even take so much to have her wrapped in my beautiful web.

I stood in the mirror and stared conceitedly at myself, wondering if I was still in one piece and not totally broken. I had really good looks, a hot smoking body without much workout, and I’ve got a wealthy dad. It was everything to make me feel good.

I wore a pair of free black shorts and matching sweatshirt, and sprayed a different cologne from my usual one over my body. As I hairdry my hair to dry off all the water, a message popped on my phone and it was Xavier.

He was complaining that he got paired with some psycho from the next class, while Bryan luckily got paired with his girlfriend, and they were having the best time ever.

‘How could I ever say that I was paired with the same girl that I got into a scandal with, and was also my step sister?’

[Who is your own partner? It’ll be hell if it is Madison or Vivian.] He texted.

I read the message over and over again wondering if I should reply, and I just replied with anything crazy that came to mind.

[Might be more fun than expected. Random girl is doing her best] I texted back.

I dropped the phone the moment I replied to his question back to where it was, and focused on fixing my hair perfectly. Amidst that, I noticed that someone was peeking around the door. It almost made me groan in frustration and anger.

‘Just why was she hiding? Living with someone like her sucked so much.’

“Are you ready or not? I’ve got serious things to do!” I tried not to sound rude or angry, and she pushed the door open and came inside. She wasn’t wearing her glasses anymore.

“I am sorry. I wanted to be sure that you were done dressing,” she replied honestly, and I almost scoffed. She was acting like a child who just proceeded towards the adolescent stage at nineteen.

‘Did she live in the ancient world throughout her life or what? Being a nerd doesn’t mean she is naive.’

“So, what does the project entail? Do we just sit here and talk all day?” I continued in my usual tone, and she quickly picked up the papers she had dropped on my dresser initially.

“It is a social interaction that requires two different individual, spend time together by choosing specific events to set up. Then each person writes what they were able to survey about the other person, and vice versa. Intrapersonal skills too,” she went on and on to explain everything the teacher said, definitely with the assumption that I wasn’t listening when the teacher was teaching.

‘And just like everyone else, she assumed the same. So, keeping up with my bad attributes wouldn’t be bad.’

“So what do you want to know first?” I asked so calmly like a gentleman, and the bewildered look she had on her face was palpable.

‘I was loving the effect.’

“The list…. The list is here,” she stuttered, “So that I don’t bother you,” she muttered.

“Just get it done right now! I do not have any other time to spare,” I half-yelled with the thought of the other things I had to do for the day, and she flinched again like she had run out of blood. I shook my head.

‘How would she not be able to handle that much pressure?’

She took her seat on the chair tucked behind the huge study desk, while I sat on the bed after I grabbed my MacBook. She would ask the questions, while I get my own work done.

“Unhh. Name, age, school, house……..” she went on and on in rambles to herself, probably because she knew the answers to those already. Her mumbling made it difficult to focus. It seemed like she had made a list of so many questions.

“What do you think is the most essential thing in life?” She asked finally, not raising her eyes to look at me. It made me do a little thinking.

“Happiness.”

She wrote it down as soon as I answered, and it kind of made me so inquisitive to know what hers would be. I just concluded that it would be some cringy answers.

“How well do you relate with the opposite s……” She paused, before she could even complete the sentence. Maybe she knew the answer to that too.

“Very well,” I replied concisely with a mischievous smirk pressed on my lips, and she got a little nervous as she became fidgety with the pen in her finger.

She seemed to become sweaty too as she wiped her face with her hand several times, even with the air conditioner on. She also made sure avoid eye contact the entire time.

“Don’t you think it isn’t fair that one person gets to ask all the questions?” I blurted out when she tried to ask another question, and she suddenly turned to look at me with widened eyes, totally not expecting that from me.

‘Oh, I love that look.’

“Is there anything you would like to ask?” She questioned in a very timid tone, like I was going to eat her if she made any mistake. So much fear.

“Hmm. Aren’t there questions like, have you dated before? Do you have a lover? How far have you both gone? And stuff like that,” I got a little more flirty, and Dabby couldn’t seem to take it anymore, from the look on her face.

“No. Those are r.. e.. ally pe.. rso.. nal questions. I do not think, that the teacher, would like to know things like that,” she responded in a barely audible voice.

“And would you mind answering them?” I taunted her more with a glint of mischief dancing through my eyes, and she was almost not breathing because I could see no movement in her neck. She was gulping hard.

“I…. do not have anything to say,” she answered.

“So we cannot ask personal questions? I thought the project was something about; Getting to know one another,” I pressed even more hard, because I was loving the effect it was having on her.

She wasn’t relaxed at all, like we were talking about something strange. It made me want to do things. Curious on how it was for a clueless girl like her to get lovestruck. Know how she would react to feelings and touches.

“My answer is a No for every question,” Dabby voiced out like some kind of pressure pushed her to talk, making a direct contact with my face and deep in my eyes.

Maybe that was when I noticed that she had green eyes that looked like they had crystals in them.

She quickly dropped her eyes to her laps, and grabbed the book on the table to pen down something. She was just too weird. And it was seriously annoying.

I was about to say something regardless of my irritated mood, when she suddenly stood up from where she was sitting. She was looking confused.

“I’ve had nothing to eat since morning and I’m hungry. Please fill the questionnaire, and I will be back in a few minutes,” she informed me by dropping the paper on the bed, and turned to leave before I could even give her a reply.

Her feet that were barely visible in the fur-covered slippers were shaky, and her neck was hanging down as she opened the door of the room to leave.

Immediately she left, I turned to continue my work that had been left undone because I got carried away. Once in a few minutes, I turned to fill in the questions she highlighted as most important. And I couldn’t even fill half of it, because most of the questions were quite irrelevant to me.

Time passed and I soon found myself waiting for Dabby to come back, because I wanted to lock my door and be by myself. The fun play would be for another day again, and I knew that I was progressing.

Tired and stressed of waiting for so long, I packed everything that she came to the room with, and made my way towards the door. My patience was wearing thin already.

‘I would just give her everything and tell her to complete the rest by herself.’

I opened the door only to meet a figure that stormed directly right in front of me, and the sudden collision got both of us startled to imbalance, as her hand pushed my chest. Never in my life had that kind of home accident happened to me, but my body darted to the back against air and obeyed gravity.

The next thing I heard was a loud thud with my back painfully on the floor, which was not the end of my pain as a body landed on mine too. I was still concerned about the full package of humiliation and pain that I had to experience, when I realized that something was going wrong on my lips.

And right in front of my eyes was Dabby’s huge eyes staring right at mine, also in shock of what had happened after our fall. Her heart was beating fast that I could feel the pressure against my chest cage, and her right hand was certainly not resting on the right place either.

‘But wait. Were our lips legit locked on a spot right now?’