After that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Lola, the stripper from the club. Her image kept flashing through my mind, and I fawned about her during lectures. I wanted to see her again, to know her better. Lola was mysterious, and I wanted to unravel her secrets. What kind of stripper was she? Why didn't she want a private session? What was she hiding? And what was the club manager hiding? I wanted to make her mine. As lectures ended, my friends nudged me and joined me at my table. "Yo, Derek, your sister called like crazy when you didn't get home on time. Where were you? You left us behind at the club and disappeared for no reason." "Oh about that, I got into an accident," I replied. My friends were shocked, "An accident? That explains the bruises and bandages on you, right?" I nodded, apparently bored. "Don't ask me how it happened. I was drunk, and it happened. Now then, let's talk about Lola. Tell me everything you know about her." My friends exchanged looks, confu
Derek's point of view:I walked into the strip club, my usual haunt. The dim lighting, the blaring music, and the sensual atmosphere always helped me unwind after a long day of boredom. I settled into my regular seat, ordered my usual drink, and let myself relax. The night was young, and I had nowhere else to be.As I sipped my drink, I couldn't help but notice that Lola was missing from the stage. She had become one of my favorite performers, with her lithe body and seductive moves. I had been looking forward to her performance all night, and now it was well past midnight. Where the hell was she?I fidgeted in my seat, growing impatient. The other performers were good, but none of them could hold a candle to Lola. I kept glancing at the door, waiting for her to make her grand entrance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she appeared.Lola's entrance was dramatic and captivating. She was wearing a sheer red robe that clung to her curves and a pair of six-inch heels that
Derek's point of view:The three days passed by like a blur. I couldn't stop thinking about Lola and how she had promised to call me.I waited anxiously for her call, checking my phone every few minutes, but the call never came.I knew I was getting desperate. I had never felt this way before. Desperation kills, they say, and I was aware of that, but damn it, this woman made me a wreck. I couldn't think straight.A part of me had a sinking feeling that she would never call me. The thought made me anxious because I wanted her as much as I had ever wanted anything before.During those three days, I sold off my old bike and stashed the huge bulk in Lola's mailbox. It was my way of showing her that I was grateful to her for saving my life from that accident. I hadn't laid sight of her for some days, and I was cool with that. I respected her privacy.As I was going through some stuff on my laptop, my new motorbike arrived. I had been waiting for this moment for weeks.The doorbell rang
Derek's point of view:I trudged back home, my steps heavy with disappointment. Another day had gone by, and nothing seemed to be going my way. As I walked into the living room, I found Ronnie engrossed in a TV show. "I'm home," I said in a dull tone, not expecting any response.But Ronnie looked up and greeted me with a warm smile. "Hey, Derek. How are you? I made dinner. Would you be interested?" she asked.I didn't answer her right away. I just walked over to one of the seats and flopped down on it. Ronnie sat down next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Is everything okay?" she asked, sensing my mood.I shook my head. "Not really. Laura told me everything."Ronnie's expression turned serious. "What did she say?" she asked."She said that dad took care of her tuition fees and expenses. You set that up, didn't you?" I asked.Ronnie nodded. "Yes, I did. I thought it would help her focus more on her studies."I looked at her in silence for a moment. "You did good. But tell me
Derek's point of view:As Ronnie's lips met mine, I lost all sense of sanity. I couldn't believe that Ronnie, the girl I had been crushing on since we were kids, was actually kissing me back. I had always thought of her as nothing but a little sister, but now she was here, wrapped in my arms, and my mind was going wild.I savored every moment of that kiss, every touch of her lips against mine. She tasted sweet, like honey, and I couldn't get enough. She was melting against me, and I knew I had to have her. I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, wanting to make this moment last forever.Ronnie's kiss was entirely different from any other girl I had ever kissed. Maybe it was because I had been in love with her for so long, but everything about her was perfect. Her lips fit mine perfectly, and it was like we were made for each other. I knew that this was just the beginning, and I wanted more.I knew I had to take advantage of this situation quickly, before it was too late. Ronn
Ronnie's point of view:Things changed between Derek and me since that night. It was like a switch had flipped, and suddenly we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were family, but now we were something more, something deeper. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.Derek and I had two natures. At school, we were just friends, joking around and hanging out with our group. But at home, it was a completely different story. We were lovers, sneaking around and trying not to get caught. It was strange at first, trying to avoid each other at school and pretending like everything was normal. But as soon as we got home, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves.Seeing Derek at school was torture. He was always surrounded by boys and girls, the center of attention. It felt like everyone knew our secret, even though we had done our best to keep it hidden. I avoided eye contact with him, afraid that I would give something away. It was like we were living two separate lives, and I
Ronnie's point of view:As I sat in the backseat of the car with Derek, I looked out of the window and watched as the familiar scenery of our bungalow home quickly passed by. It felt surreal, knowing that Derek and I were leaving our home and everything we knew behind for a short while. The silence in the car was palpable, and I could feel Derek's cold gaze on me from the corner of my eye.The car that was driving us to the airport was a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. I couldn't see much of the driver, except for his clean-shaven face and his expensive-looking suit. He was a professional driver, who had been hired to take us to the airport.Derek and I had planned this carefully, and part of our plan was to act as if nothing had happened between us. We didn't want anyone to suspect that we were lovers, right?So, we sat next to each other in silence, pretending to be cold to each other.As we arrived at the airport, we were greeted by Mr. Diamond's private jet.It was a b
Ronnie's point of view:"You're a hundred percent correct, Derek," I said, my eyes hard. "I'm done. Let's stop this once and for all."I couldn't believe the words that just came out of my mouth. I had been contemplating ending things with Derek for a while now, but I didn't expect it to come out like this. I looked at him, waiting for a response, but he remained silent.He didn't seem like he wanted to stretch the subject. Derek said nothing and silently turned to return back into the mansion, leaving me behind in the garden. I watched him leave, feeling a mix of emotions.I gaped at him, wondering why he didn't say anything. "That's it?" I thought to myself. "He's just gonna stay quiet about it? He's not gonna say anything?"I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. Ever since we became secret lovers, Derek had changed. He spoke less and did more kisses and fuckings with me.It was nice, but it was wrong. What we were doing as step siblings was terribly wrong.T