Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

“Here,” Luciano said as he opened the door.

I ignored him and walked past him to the apartment. I didn’t want to have any conversation with him so the best thing to do was to ignore.

Since what happened two days, I don’t think I would be able to look at this dude the same way.

This dude fucked the shit out of me that I swear, my waist hurts. His obsession shit is so unbearable! He can’t just act like he own me, own my life, and own my pvssy too.

I sighed audibly and walked straight to my room. I locked the door after me and dropped my back pack on the bed.

My room was looking messy and I knew had to fix up the whole room. I growled but a part of me was glad I wouldn’t have to go to school for the rest of the week.

I have online classes and so I’ll be able to finish up whatever I have to do and maintain my sanity.

I turned to the bed and changed my clothes into some comfy clothes and slid my legs into the crocs beside my bed.

I then lowered by stance to the bed and began picking up the clothes on the bed.

I folded the clothes and arranged it inside the wardrobe. I kept repeating the same procedure till I had all the clothes arranged.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone from the table. My tummy made this sound and I just knew I needed to get something to eat.

I walked to the kitchen and saw that there was nothing in the freezer. I locked it and turned to the kitchen sink.

I was going to make something but since I couldn’t figure anything out, I settled for cereals.

I poured some into the plate and reached for the tin of milk. I took two teaspoon and poured inside my plate.

Just as I was about to add some water, my phone vibrated on the slab. I paused and leaned closer so I could get a glimpse of the caller.

When I saw it was Gladys, I declined the call and turned back to my plate.

I didn’t want to pick the call because it felt like Luciano was watching me. I couldn’t make sense of the whole situation but somehow, I was really scared of him and what he could do.

The phone vibrated again and this time around, it was a notification.

I checked it and saw that Gladys created a group chat and added me.

I check for the group participant and it was just me, her and Massimo.

Gladys: Hi guys! Now we’ve got a place to talk and say a lot of things.

Me: yeah, lol

Gladys: There’s a lot to say!

I smiled briefly and reached for my plate. I took it and walked back to my room for privacy.

Whatever this was about seemed interesting. I sat on the bed with my eyes fixated on the screen.

I saw Massimo was typing so I waited till he finished.

Massimo: Hey pretty

I blushed for a moment cause I didn’t think he’d call me that.

Me: Hi Massimo

I pressed the send button and he message delivered. I took a spoon into my mouth while waiting for a response.

Gladys: I have an idea!

Massimo: Share it

Me: Yeah, what’s that?

Gladys: A game. Who’s in for Truth or dare?

Massimo: oh common, that’s for kids.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I rolled my eyes when Massimo’s text popped up. He was so good at belittling others and that was a turn off.

Me: You pretend a lot.

Massimo: That’s not true, you know

Me: It won’t if you start the game. Common Massimo, prove to us that you’re not just proud.

Massimo: Fine. I’m in.

Me: Truth or dare?

Massimo: Truth

Me: Have you done anything dangerous?

Massimo: Slitted a man’s throat once. If that doesn’t count, I’ve also shot someone, lot of people.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I read the text.

I didn’t say anything and there was no response for a few minutes.

Massimo: What now? Cancel me for accepting to play a game?

Me: No no.

I didn’t want him to feel like he was being judged so I quickly rebutted.

Gladys: That’s enough. The game is still ongoing.

Massimo: Right.

Gladys: Your turn Tiff, make a pick.

Me: Dare

Gladys: I dare you to post your nudes here in the group.

Me: No. I can’t.. there’s no way I can do that.

Gladys: Of course not but it’s a game

Me: Gladys I can’t

Massimo: Of course she can’t cause her brother will hurt her. She’s a scared little child.

Gladys: A weakling too

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat as I read the messages.

Gladys: Poor Tiff, she has no say when it comes to her life

Massimo: Poor her

Me: Enough, I won’t and this is not about Luciano.

Gladys: One more question. Are you doing that ‘sweet Alabama’ stuff with your brother?

What the fuck?

I paused and the typed immediately.

Me: Of course not.

Gladys: I didn’t expect you to admit it but I’ve got something…

Me: Wait. I can send it now.

I stood up from the bed and took off my shirt.

I felt the sudden urge to prove that this wasn’t about Luciano.

I took my bra and took a photo of my breasts without my face showing.

When I looked at the picture, I wore my shirt back and picked up my phone.

I sent the picture to the group and in few seconds, they were typing.

A part of me wanted to know what they think. I was so seeking their validation that I didn’t realize Gladys already sent a text.

Gladys: Now this is a dare.

Massimo: it can be downloaded.

Gladys: That’s right. So Tiff, take a picture of your pussy and send. You can take it without your face too.

I looked at the message for a few more seconds before I gathered the energy to.

It sounded risky but since my face wouldn’t be showing, it didn’t sound like a bad dare.

I dropped my phone on the bed and began undressing. I was about removing the last clothing on me when the door flared open and Luciano walked inside.

“Jezzzzzz! What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled at Luciano.