THE ENTANGLEMENT
Skylar Grey
I love Alyssa Guerrero.
The problem is, she is my stepsister and her father is a tiger, a literal one. Also, by the time I came to realise and accept that I was in love with her, she already had a boyfriend.
But maybe, just maybe, I could turn bi for her.
Alyssa Guerrero
I am in love with my boyfriend, Pietro Kart. He’s everything I could ever want in a man and he loves me too. The problem is, since that night when my step brother walked in my room and kissed me, I can’t stop thinking of him.
I want him … I want Pietro too.
Am I being too selfish for not wanting to lose either of them?
Pietro Kart
I am half English and half Italian. I came to this country for business but I met a woman. A wonderful woman. I love her and she is the best thing to ever happen in my life.
The problem is, I have noticed how her stepbrother looks at her and strangely enough, I don’t hate it. I love exploring.
Maybe, just maybe, I can convince her to talk to him and let us try a throuple relationship.
What I don’t know is if he would be down for it.
But I know I am.
Skylar
The vehicle rolls on the driveway and oh, how I have missed home.
I am anxious and nervous.
Did Mr Guerrero do anything to Alyssa? For three months, three whole fucking months, I haven’t spoken to her and the school wouldn’t allow me to make any calls outside and I knew that it was his doing.
I don’t dislike Mr Guerrero. No. In fact, I respect him because ever since my dad died, mama had been the saddest woman living and the light in her eyes had faded and he made her smile again. He loves her and for that, I respect him.
The problem is, when mama and I moved into this mansion that covers more than five thousand acres of land in the suburbs of Atlanta, I met his daughter. His only daughter.
Alyssa.
Damn!
Babe is hot!
I swear my dick twitched the moment I saw her and it was love at first sight.
I know she saw it because of the smile she gave me and she even offered to show me my room.
The mansion has three wings and the servants’ quarters are on the far East corner of the estate and there are these small vehicles, like those of a golf course, that they use and we also use them when going around the estate.
Alyssa and I live in the West Wing and Mama and Mr Guerrero live in the northern wing.
The southern wing is where the kitchen is, the living room, the dining area and the general study. There is also a gym and a library that has so many books that I wonder who reads them and an indoor pool that is heated during the winter.
Dude is loaded.
Not that I care because dad left me enough and at least Mama makes sure that the company runs well and the share I have are enough to last me for a lifetime but I also realise that Mama needs to rest and enjoy her marriage and so, that’s why I am doing my masters at A university and after my PhD, I will take over from her.
Anyway, that’s besides the point.
The point is, for around six months after we moved in, I kept away from Alyssa especially after I realized that she had a boyfriend. He’s a foreigner and the dude is gorgeous. Yes. He’s handsome in a western way with a raised jawline, piercing blue eyes that change shades depending on lighting and his mood, he’s tall, he and I stand at 1’9″. Very tall and long legs that end at a very, very perky butt that I would love to touch and he has full lips like those of an African. He’s simply beautiful and they complement each other so well.
I am not someone to destroy a good relationship and so, I kept out of her business and made myself busy with studies but there is a rule in this house: every Saturday, there is a family dinner and one has to come back regardless of where they are or what they are doing and so, I couldn’t avoid her.
Aly gives me these looks that I am unable to interpret since she has a boyfriend and after dinner every Saturday, I either have to take cold showers or use lube and work on myself with thoughts of her otherwise, I would burst.
This Saturday, I am unable to hold myself and gather the courage to go into her room and ask what her looks mean and I do just that.
I knock on the door and she opens in a lingerie that could barely cover her tootsie let alone breasts. And she has a qualitative amount there. I could basically see her full body and those pink nipples and so, even without thought, I pounced on her and started kissing her and as if she was waiting for me, she pushed me on the couch because we couldn’t get to the bed.
Our rooms are suites with everything except a kitchen.
Anyway, once I was on the couch, she pounced on me and damn! Her lips were dipped in honey and I flipped her and it was me on top and I knew that I was getting some until we heard a shout.
Even before I could turn, I was yanked from her and thrown and I hit the floor with a thud and I landed on my left hand and I felt the bone snap and I screamed.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Mr Guerrero.
My scream died halfway when I realized that we had been caught.
“Dad?”
“Don’t dad me. He’s your brother and you know it. And you! You are supposed to be her elder and what is this? Is this the first time this is happening?
Oh, damn it! What am I even asking? You!” That was to me and I was still on the floor, “follow me!”
“Dad!”
“Stay out Alyssa Guerrero or God help me!” He bellowed at her and that had her hiding back in the cushions where she had been hiding since he walked in.
I looked at her and then held my broken left hand, stood up slowly and followed him.
And that was how I found myself in an all catholic boys rehabilitation center in Texas, yes, miles away, without any communication or any form of access to the outside world.
Does anyone care that I am 22 and fully capable of making my own decisions and taking care of myself?
No.