Okaaay guys I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. My computer got a virus and deleted all the other chapters of the story I was planning to upload, so I just got disheartened and couldn't be bothered to continue for a bit. But I'm back now and back on track, and here's a longer chapter than I normally write to say sorry :)
Suze's POV
Every day was so mundane. Get up. Go to school. Come home. Do homework. Go to bed. Being grounded sucks. And you know who sucks even more? That's right, my stupid bastard of a step-brother Jake. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm still totally, sickeningly in love with him, but seriously. How could he tell my Mom and Andy about me and Paul? It's all his stupid fault I'm not allowed any social life for a MONTH. Who does he think he is anyway, grinding himself up against me like he wants to hook up with me, and the next act like a totally paranoid telltale of a brother. I hate him.
I seriously do.
What made it worse when Paul finally came back to school after Jake had so ceremoniously killed my date, was that I had to go and apologize to Paul for my step-brothers behaviour. I mean, come on it wasn't my fault. I was game for Paul. But then stupid Jake had to stupid barge in AGAIN just as I was beginning to think I could get over him for Paul. But no, Jake wouldn't have that.
Let's just say, it was embarrassing to have to go up to Paul, who supported a black eye and tape on his nose, surrounded by girls, to say I was sorry about what my step-brother did to him. Kelly and her posse who enclosed him looked at me like I was a maggot they'd found in their corn dogs.
Nevertheless, Paul was actually pretty chill about the whole thing, thank God. He even shook off Kelly and her gang as I started to apologize, took me by the arm to a more secluded spot in the Mission and sat us down on a bench so we could talk without anyone overhearing.
"Seriously Paul", I started to say. "I really am so, so sorry about all this," I winced as I gestured towards his painful looking wounds. "My step-brother is a total dick, he takes protecting me way too far-"
"Yeah he does." Paul laughed and I was surprised he could find anything humorous at all about the situation. "Suze, babe I think I know why your brother is over protective. He's obviously never had a sister and especially not one as hot as you."
I blushed as Paul continued, "And to be honest, I think he likes you as more than a sister. I mean, I can see it in the way he looks at you, and the way he looks at me as though I'm scum. He fancies you Suze."
Okay.
WHAAAAAT?
Paul glanced at my incredulous expression as I burst out "NO NO NO. There is NO WAY he could like me!"
I frowned. No way could Jake return my feelings. He's been pretty shitty towards me lately, and that is so not how you treat someone who you like. Or love. But obviously Jake cannot love me. There is no absolute way.
Unless…well he wasn't a bastard to me all the time. Just the times that involved other guys. So maybe…maybe Paul was right.
God Suze, Paul is NOT right. Jake does not return your feelings, okay? He's just playing the protective brother card a bit too much.
Paul was nodding by this time. "I honestly think he does Suze. I mean, okay I get that brothers are protective over their hot sisters-" I blushed harder. "-and that they probably would feel the need to beat up any guy who had his hand up their sister's dress but Jake wouldn't look at you the way he does if he didn't like you, at least a tiny bit."
I didn't hear the last part of what Paul was saying, as I was busying remembering what it felt like to have Paul's hand up my dress. I felt hot, both from arousal and embarrassment. I was sure my face resembled a strawberry by now.
Paul knew what I was thinking about, and he smirked, then winked at me. "You wanna try it again? I know your brother won't be bursting in on us in my bedroom."
Oh. My. God. Did Paul just give me an invitation to have SEX with him? I think he just did. As I was debating how to reply to this invite, I glanced around us, and saw the girls that had been surrounding Paul before he took me off looking straight at us. They looked pissed, to be blunt about it. We were too far away for them to make out what we were saying, but it was pretty obvious what Paul had just asked me, judging by his winking and smirking. He was hitting on me, and the girls had realized.
If looks could kill, I seriously think I would have died about 12 times by now. And I'm not even exaggerating.
"Eerrrm." I turned my attention back to the hottie sitting next to me, who still sported a sexy smirk. I really didn't know what to say to him. Did I wanna have sex with him? I didn't know. I mean, he turned me on yeah, especially at that house party last Friday, and if Jake hadn't interrupted I do think I would have followed through. And I think Paul knew this too. But, no matter how much I liked Paul, he didn't turn me on as much as Jake did. Nor did I feel as strongly about Paul as I did Jake.
Then again, Jake had been a bastard to me, whereas Paul had been, well, Paul. And hadn't I vowed to get over Jake? A relationship with Paul might be the answer to the situation with Jake. I mean, even I knew I couldn't have a proper relationship with my step-brother. People would judge, big time. And how on earth would I be able to tell my Mom, or Andy?
So I sucked it up, closed Jake off in my mind and gave Paul a dazzling smile. "Sure", I replied. "That would be fun, but I don't want to be the only person losing their clothes this time round."
Even as I said it, it felt weird. But oh well. I'm made my promise with myself, and I was determined to follow it through.
Until I remembered something.
Paul noticed my face fall as I remembered, and asked what was wrong. "I'm grounded," I explained, cursing Jake under my breath. "He told my Mom about me, and lack of underwear. So I can't go out for like a month."
"Ahhh." Paul bit his lip. "Well, we'll just have to wait 'til then won't we baby? And I can always sneak in through your window." He winked again, then started to get up as the bell rang for end of break.
"It will all work out Suzie," Paul took my hand as I stood up from where we had been sitting. "In the mean time…you'll officially go out with me won't you?" He grinned expectantly, making me feel as though I couldn't reply with anything but smile back, and answer with "Of course I will."
So. I now had a boyfriend. And a step-brother who I fancied more than my new boyfriend. I was so screwed.
I didn't tell my family about my new boyfriend, but they found out eventually. From Brad, to be more specific. We were all sitting down, eating dinner that Andy had cooked for us, when he decided to drop the bomb.
"Suze has got a boyfriend" Brad said simply, meanly smirking at me, knowing full well it would open up a ton of questions, namely from my mother…
…who squealed with delight and dropped her fork in excitement, before starting to ask her million questions which I knew she would have.
My Mom wasn't the only one to drop her cutlery however. As soon as Brad let the cat out of the bag, Jake's knife fell out of his hand with a cutter, although no-one seemed to notice as they were all staring at me and my Mom in amusement. I did though. I noticed.
Jake's POV
Okay. What?
Did I just hear correctly?
She had a what now?
SUZE HAD A BOYFRIEND? SUZE HAD THAT SCUMMING PERVERED RICH KID AS A BOYFRIEND? …at least I assumed it was him, unless she gets around. Of course she doesn't get around.
She'd better not be…
So anyway, as Suze proceeded to answer her Mom's hundreds of questions, I found out that it was indeed Paul. The guy who had his hand up my sister's dress. Honestly, I had never hated anyone more than I did right now, and generally I don't hate on anyone. Paul though, Paul I could hate on.
And did.
But there was nothing I could do. I mean, even my Dad and Helen weren't exactly disapproving; I just guess they were pleased she wasn't messing around with some random guy at the party last Friday, but that it had actually meant something. God I hope it hadn't meant something though. She was clearly still hurt about my behaviour towards her, and me telling my Dad and her Mom about her antics last week, so maybe, I hoped, maybe she was going out with him to piss me off? Her way of saying 'fuck you Jake.'
I wish she would fuck me though.
Oh my God now is not the time you sick pervert!
Truthfully though, I do think it's mostly all my fault. Okay, it was all my fault. I know I've been acting like such a bastard towards her, but it's only because she makes me feel the way I do, and I can't very well act on my feelings can I? So what better plan do I have than to act exactly the opposite to how I'm feeling? Although, thinking about it my plan has turned out to be pretty shitty. Look at it this way, I've been a total bastard to the girl I like, who now I'm almost certain hates me, in turn persuading her to get a boyfriend to piss me off.
I've really planned this to perfection…
…NOT!
Maybe, I thought, maybe I should just make it up to her. Forget about what it looked like, or worrying about showing my feelings towards my step-sister, and just be nice for once. I mean, I can be nice to Suze. I've done it plenty of times before. True, that was before Paul came along and brought out my crazed, jealous side of me, but still. I'm sure I can do it.
As I was busy formulating this new plan, I decided to put it to practice at once, and started collecting up my family's dirty dishes that they were finished with. I knew it was Suze's turn to load the dishwasher, but hey, I'm turning over a new leaf. I can be nice to her. And helpful to her.
And satisfy her in bed.
Shaking any remaining naughty thoughts out my head, I started towards the kitchen and the dishwasher, just as Suze interrupted my flow.
"Jake," Her voice was like acid and I winced. It stung. "It's my turn to load the dishwasher."
Taking a deep breath, I turned towards her and smiled, "I know Suze, but I thought I'd just help you out that's all. It's only a few dishes after all, you can sit there and I'll do it if you want."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "I can do that. I'm not helpless you know." She got up so fast to collect the remaining dishes that her chair made an awful sound as it skimmed along the floor, wood on tile.
"I can take care of myself." Suze looked at me pointedly and I suddenly had a feeling we weren't talking about the dishes anymore.
Before I could reply however, her Mom intervened with a smile, gushing "Oh both of you stop arguing, Suze I think its lovely that Jake offered to help. He's a true gentlemen! Now go and load the dishwasher!"
I felt my face redden as I heard Suze's Mom describe me as a gentlemen, God knows what she would say if she knew I'd been grinding against her daughter last Friday night. Minus underwear on Suze's part. Needless to say, I don't think she'd be too thrilled, and I got myself out of the dining room and into the kitchen fast before my expression could deceive me.
Suze's POV
As Jake rushed off into the kitchen, I followed him angrily, determined to show him how irritated I was and found him hurriedly stacking the plates into the dishwasher.
"I wonder what my Mom would say if she knew how much of a gentleman you really were last Friday night?" I sneered at my step-brother, inviting him to respond. I didn't care if I was being nasty, he had been nasty to me for so long now, and just because he decided to do the dishes for me, I wasn't very well going to back down now.
Even if he ignored me like he was doing this very second.
"So…" I carried on. "Should I tell my Mom about you groping me? All because you were jealous I was getting felt up and you weren't? Do you even KNOW what getting felt up is like? Obviously not because you are some stupid bastard, who sleeps all day through college and pervs on some poor innocent gir-"
"HEY!" Jake stood up fast, glaring at me with his fists clenched and eyes blazing. Hmm. So at least I'd evoked a reaction. Albeit a very scary one. A bit too scary for what I was going for. Oh well, it would do.
At least I could get into a proper argument with him.
"I do NOT perve on girls!" He stressed, his eyes still firing death balls at me.
"Errr…correct me if I'm wrong BRO, but I believe you did." I stepped towards Jake. "You felt me up at that party, REMEMBER? Or were you so out of it you mixed me up with the other girls you were trying to get off with?"
Jake also took a step towards me, shortening the distance between us and responded angrily, with "Excuse me SIS, but I seem to also remember YOU getting on top of ME and wriggling all over my body! Somehow I don't think that's appropriate do yo-"
Closing the gap between us, we were nose to nose at I looked straight into his eyes and hissed "Yes because you were trying to kill my date because obviously you're jealous that-" I abruptly stopped speaking, as Jake had placed his hand rather roughly underneath my chin, and held it there, along with my gaze.
When he spoke, his tone of voice was much softer than it had been throughout our heated conversation. "You're right Suze. I am jealous."
And then he kissed me.
Oh it wasn't gentle and romantic if that's what you're thinking. It was rough and violent, but that didn't stop me from taking any time to respond to his hot kisses. My mind had gone numb, I couldn't think, or even comprehend that Jake, Jake was kissing me, my body just acted on its own accord. My lips parted immediately, needing no persuasion and his tongue invaded my mouth, as if it was his territory to claim. As I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back as passionately as he was kissing me, he growled and sent vibrations through my body, while simultaneously forcing me backwards so he had me trapped between the counter and his embrace. Suddenly I felt his hands on my bum, lifting me up to place me on the counter in sitting position, and my legs unconsciously fell apart to make room for Jake to stand between them. His hands were everywhere now, running all over my body as my own dipped beneath his shirt to feel his perfectly toned washboard abs. Jake then placed both of his hands on either of my thighs, running them up and down, arousing me so end when he got to the waistband of my jeans and started to tease my zipper down, enabling him to feel my silk underwear.
"Suze!" On hearing my Mom's voice and her footsteps coming closer Jake and I sprang apart like we'd been hit by lightening. I jumped down off the counter and turned towards the dishwasher, continuing to load the plates while Jake cleared his throat nervously and quickly disappeared, I assume, to his room.
"Suze," My Mom entered the kitchen. "Haven't you done those plates yet? We were getting impatient waiting for our desert. Do you want some?" She lifted up the strawberry cheesecake that Andy had prepared, and I shook my head. I couldn't eat that now! I couldn't eat anything. Or do anything. I couldn't even think straight after those rough, hot kisses I'd just secretly shared with my step-brother.
What on earth had just happened? What had happened?
I hope you liked it! Please review, it makes me want to write and update much faster! Thank you to all my readers who have stuck with this story since last year! I feel so awful that I've let you down by not updating in an absolute AGE, but I promise I will update at LEAST once a week from now on.
