Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

“What?” He closed his eyes for a moment just so that he could laugh at me, “That’s called m*sturbating,”

he said, leaving me more clueless.

“Wait, you don’t know what that is?” The look of shock on his face made me feel guilty for being

oblivious.

“Holly Moon Goddess! You really have no idea, huh?” His eyes sparkled as if he had found a treasure.

“So you have never touched yourself before?” He questioned me, and I froze. I know now he didn’t

exactly mean anything that had to do with normal lotion on my arms and legs.

“Fear not. I can teach you all that stuff. I mean, what else are good brothers for?” That smile seemed

fiddled.

“I wasn’t just rubbing it. I was enjoying myself. You can do that too, and don’t even worry about not

having a d*ck. You have something way more precious and advantageous.” His voice was beginning to

sound low. I don’t know if my ears were playing tricks on me, or he was.

“I don’t want to learn it from you. You are my stepbrother.” || was obviously shy about a boy talking about

my vagina, let alone my own stepbrother.

“Your mother is not married to my father. She is dating him, besides, there is no way they will ever get

married,” His confi dence shocked me.

“Hm, do you hate us for living here?” | asked, making sure he doesn’t get distracted. I didn’t mind him

talking to me, I just didn’t want to make it too obvious to him that I am not that shy. I was shy, don’t get

me wrong but there was a part of me that liked the attention.

“Awe! There is no need to be shy. If I don’t teach you, the boys from school will, and that’s something you

don’t want to happen.” Maddox had brought his face way too close to mine.

I could feel the blue of our eyes mixing. I was so tired that I hadn’t even tied my long blond hair, and he

was over here teach ing me some nasty stuff.

But there was also this weird sensation I kept feeling inside my body whenever he talked about my body.

It was as if my mother was right about my body being sexually active all the time. Or why else would I be

feeling this way towards my step brother?

“How about we start by touching—,” he said abruptly as a shadow fell on him. His eyes changed the

look, and he stepped back from me.

Should I say I was disappointed with the interruption? I was resisting speaking to Maddox openly, but

that was all just be cause I was shy.

“What’s going on here?” Akin, the one still in the suit, stepped inside as he questioned us.

“I was trying to help her with some stuff,” Maddox said, biting his lip when sneakily looking at my body.

“Okay! If you are done, go back to your room. I’m pretty sure it’s way past her bedtime.” Akin’s voice was

deep and husky, but it also lacked emotion. He looked at me in a way as if my exis tence was nothing to

him.

“Okay. By the way,” Maddox cleared his throat when turning his attention back at me again, “I will wait for

you to scream my name,” He whispered, pulling back and winking at me, “Don’t worry, there is no demon

under your bed,” and then commented in passing.

“Good night.” | don’t know why my desperate h*e *ss thought I should speak to Akin, but I just did.

“Whatever!” He was so rude when he walked out and slammed my door shut.

“I was just being nice,” I pouted sadly, standing alone in my new room and fearing for the worst to

happen. I was a little curi ous about Akin’s attitude. He was constantly ignoring me, while Zane and

Maddox were ready to pay attention to me. I was in deed someone who wanted attention, loads and

loads of it.

Discarding all the scary thoughts, I crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over my nose.

I was tired, so I dozed off quickly, but that didn’t change the fact that I began to hear the same whispers

calling for my name as I hear every night

“Beatrice!”

“Beatrice! I am coming for you.”

I jolted awake in a panic, struggling for air.

“No! I don’t want to go with you,” | said, shivering and s*b bing. “MOM!” | screamed, “MOM! HE IS

COMING TO GET ME.”

The nightmares never left me alone. I would wake up screaming every other night and then I would stay

awake till morning. I was in a mess. My mom never ceased to remind me that if I didn’t take my pills, he

would come get me. Who was he? I don’t know, just someone who wanted to enslave me.

While I was crying in my hands and murmuring my mom’s name, I heard the door being opened and

slammed shut.

“No! Please don’t take me away,” Seeing a manly shadow when I uncovered my eyes terrified me into

thinking he had finally come for me.

“I am not here to get you. I promised your mother I would take care of you, didn’t l?” It was then that

Maddox sat down on the bed and observed my face with his colored eyes.

“A nightmare?” he asked, and I nodded my head miserably. He was shirtless and in black shorts only, but

I was too afraid at the moment to count his perfectly toned abs.

“Stepbrother! I cannot sleep.” My lips quivered as I explained

my miserable situation to him.

“Lie in the bed. I will cuddle with you.” His demand shook my body. I felt goosebumps appear on the

surface of my skin.

“I said, lie down,” he said again, his voice stronger and more commanding this time. I should have said

no, but he is my step brother. He was here to take care of me.

I turned around and lied down, feeling him lie behind me. He wasted a few seconds fixing his posture

and covering us in a blanket before he ran his hand under my body. The touch of a man was new to me,

but I was trying to not focus on it since it was my stepbrother. He then wrapped his other arm over my

chest and his hand landed straight on my D-cups.

I shuddered, but remained silent and still. Little did I know, it wasn’t the only thing I was going to feel

tonight.

“You sleep with your bra on?” He complained, placing his hand on my boob again and pressing it gently.

It was such an awkward feeling that I instantly pulled away from him and turned to look at him.

He was staring at me back with a weird look on his face. I was aware he was not my stepbrother but my

mother wanted me to look at them that way so that I can control my urges around such s*xy boys with

the thought that they are forbidden creatures for me.

“What?” he frowned as if it wasn’t anything serious.

“You cannot touch someone’s boobs,” I whispered, my eyes traveling to his muscular hands.

“Why? It’s not like they will explode if I touch them.” He let out a scoff, adjusting his arm under his head

to stare at me more comfortably. It was the way he said those things that I felt an amazing wave run

through my veins.

“Besides, you have big boobs for your tiny back. Try to loosen up at night time. Take off your bra so that

you can sleep peacefully,” he said while looking me straight in the eyes. It made my heart s*ip a beat.

“Go on, I’m not going to stay awake for you.” He had promi nent vertical lines between his eyebrows as

he asked me to make a decision.

| got out of bed and went to the bathroom, taking off my bra and slipping into my shirt once again. It felt

relaxing, but I also felt exposed

| appeared in the bedroom again and found him resting as if he just hadn’t told me to take off my bra. I

crawled into bed and rested with my back facing him. I began to worry about why he wasn’t touching me

anymore. After a few minutes of no move ment from his side, he wrapped his arm around my body, but

this time, it just felt strange.

His palm touched my nipple, and for a moment, my mind froze. He wasn’t moving or anything. But my

s*upid body shud dered and my t*t got rubbed against his palm.

He moved.

“Why are you moving around so much?” He asked, and at that moment, his hand cupped my boob. I

don’t know if it was un intentional or what, but I was noticing every little detail of him now.

“I am sorry, I was adjusting,” I said.

“Don’t wake me up again, or I’ll leave.” After those words were said by him, he tried to be a little playful

and pinched my boob before pretending like he had fallen asleep.