“I… It’s just… I can barely breathe. I don’t know what to do.” I was gasping for breath. The first time I accepted what I felt, he left my room, leaving me humiliated. How do I know this time will be any different? Technically, I ran away several times, too, but it was different. I shared something intimate with him.
Regardless, I’m not considering the most important part of this. We’re step-siblings, this is not right, I should not be having these feelings, and there can’t, there mustn’t be anything between us. This should be much easier. What am I supposed to do?
“Hey! What are you two doing in here?” yelled the janitor from the door. Nick is still in the same position, not budging. This is not the best way to find someone in a room, alone.
“We’ll talk at home,” Nick whispered in my ear, before turning to the janitor. “Jimmy! Everything alright, man?” I remained frozen in place.
“Oh, Nick, it’s you. Sorry, I didn’t see you in such low light.” Is this for real? First, campus security, and now the janitor too?
“No problem, Jimmy. Just don’t mention anything about what you saw, okay?”
“Of course, Nick. I’ve seen you here with girls a million times and I’ve always kept my mouth shut. Haven’t I?” Nick stiffened.
Seriously? Couldn’t the man have a little decency to wait until I left before saying that? This isn’t like me.
“A million times, huh, Nick?” I pushed past him to clear my path to the exit and calmly started heading to my class. “Don’t let this affect you.” Easier said than done, I felt like I was about to burst into tears any moment. Why does this matter to me so much?
“Samantha, wait, don’t go!” Nick shouted.
Yeah, like I was going to wait. He was being stupid.
I walked even faster, trying not to attract attention. Of course, Nick is much faster than me. He grabbed my wrist to stop me, refusing to let me break free of his grip.
At that point, I could feel tears welling up. I couldn’t have this happen here, not today. I spent half of my life without acting like a temperamental teenager. Now I’m in college, and I feel like the protagonist of a soap opera.
“Can you leave me alone?” I pleaded as calmly as I could manage in this situation. I didn’t want to cause a scene in the hallway. People were barely paying us any mind, and for that, I was grateful.
I shook free of his grip and ran my hands over my face, showing my frustration. I still wanted to cry. It was inevitable.
“Can you listen to me?” he asked, reaching out to touch my cheek. I swatted his hand away before he could touch me. Nick tried to meet my eyes, to look at me intently. I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to hear him.
“I’ve heard enough already.” Just at that moment, all the students ran to their classes. Did they have a bell in their brains or something? “I have to go to class, Nick.” I turned around and walked toward the stairs.
“We’ll talk at home anyway, Samantha.” Ignoring him, I kept going to my literature class, but he kept stalking me from behind. “Where’s the class?” I stopped, looked around, and there was no one who could tell me where it was, the hallway was empty. I just needed to go to the office and ask for directions, it was simple. The problem was that the office was at the entrance, and Nick was behind me.
Fine, no problem, I could do this. I turned around and looked at his face; he had a big smile on.
“Tell me where your class is,” he asked softly, getting closer to me.
“I can find it myself,” I assured him, moving just a few inches away from him.
Nick grabbed my waist and pulled me into his body. Then, he kissed me, he kissed me passionately. I loved the touch of his lips on mine again, it felt like years since I had last felt it, and when his tongue asked to enter my mouth, I allowed it without a second thought. This boy drives me crazy, I can’t resist him, nor do I think anyone else can. I grabbed him by the nape of the neck and made him lean in a little more, wanting to take every part of him that I can. All of him.
I’m aware that we’re kissing in the middle of the hallway, where any student, or professor, could see us. Nobody knows that we’re step-siblings, nor should they, but if anyone were to find out and see us in this sort of situation, it terrifies me.
Perhaps I care about what people say. Perhaps I care too much about what people think. What if they say that we’re immoral?
Incestuous relationships are not at all well regarded in society. It’s one of the most taboo topics discussed and abhorred today. Although relationships between step-siblings are technically not incest, or well, there are differing opinions. I Googled it.
I’m afraid of what people might say about me. About him. About both of us.
He separated his mouth from mine. “We have to go.”
“Yes, you’re right,” I bit my lip, missing the sensation of Nick kissing me.
“If you keep biting your lip like that, believe me, if we keep kissing, I won’t be able to stop, and I’ll take you back to the janitor’s room. This time, we’ll finish what we started in your room the other day,” Nick said, reminding me of what happened in the room and how it was. All desire fled my body.
“Fine,” I sounded sharp, but he seemed not to notice.
“Shame, I was hoping you’d say you wanted to go to that room right now,” Nick said, lifting the corner of his lip. I smiled. I smiled like a lovestruck and foolish teenager. “Tell me where it is.”
I took my backpack off my back, opened it, and searched for the paper with the class schedules and course. I handed it to Nick, and he offered me his hand. After a moment of hesitation, I took it, and we headed upstairs. We passed a couple of courses and stopped at a door that said Literature, Veronica Lucero.
“Thank you. See you later,” I turned to go, but before I could, Nick gave me a quick kiss.
“See you at home.”