Fight For Me Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Fight For Me Ch. 02 by ApolloniaHeaven,ApolloniaHeaven (All characters in explicit scenes are above the age of 18)

So much for revenge. Corrie hadn’t been able to look her stepbrother in the eye since that morning and had spent a good deal of time avoiding him. He seemed to be busy, often on the phone or in video call meetings. Corrie was curious what all that was about, but her jaw seemed to lock up at the mere thought of talking to him. A week scraped painfully by, and her embarrassment turned into annoyance at how easily he seemed to brush it off. He couldn’t just do something like that and then give her the silent treatment.

Now it was Saturday morning, and he was meeting his therapist and getting stuff off his chest while she lay on a reclining chair on the patio, tortured and listless and feeling sticky in the humid afternoon air.

God, what would their parents say if they were here? Corrie bit her lip at the thought. She sat up abruptly, deciding she had enough of being a sitting duck; she had work to do. She took a shower to freshen up and stepped into the spare bedroom that she had converted into a studio. This used to be their parent’s room. After they had passed it had been untouched for months. Cleaning out the room had ripped her heart open.

She still remembered how she had taken the pictures off the walls and sat on the bed surrounded by their memories, sobbing. She had felt so lost and alone and it was only when Matthew returned that she felt some semblance of normalcy. He had become her anchor, whether he realized it or not. Now she was in danger of losing that too.

She set a canvas out and selected some paint and put some music on. When she started, she sunk into a place where nothing but the next brushstroke mattered, and she felt herself relaxing, and even beginning to forget the situation. An hour passed and she was thinking of making some lunch when she heard the doorbell.

“Coming!” She set her brush down and removed her painting apron.

Somehow she had still gotten a little paint on her shirt. Scowling, she scrubbed at the stain with her fingers, but it had already dried. It would be hell to wash out later. She pulled open the front door, and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Antonio.”

“Corrie. Hi.” He looked a lot better than the last time she had seen him, and it didn’t smell like he had been drinking.

He peeked over her shoulder, trying to see if Matthew was home. She folded her arms and blocked his view.

“What do you want?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “To apologize. I was such a jackass the other day.”

Corrie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you apologize for anything.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked earnest. “I’ve quit drinking. I see things differently now. I really treated you like shit.”

“It’s hot out here, why don’t you come in?” Corrie said, reasoning that it was fine. Antonio finally seemed to be getting his shit together for once and she wasn’t so inhospitable to let him cook out in the brutal midafternoon sun.

“Uh, your stepbrother isn’t here, is he?” Antonio looked genuinely scared and Corrie stifled a laugh.

“No.” She held the door open and he slipped in. “Would you like a glass of water?”

“Please.”

She filled a glass and topped it with ice, wiping the condensation off the glass with a tissue. She found Antonio poking his head into her studio, his head cocked like a bird as he ogled the space.

“You have lots of finished pieces in here. How’s business?”

“Fine,” Corrie said, gesturing for them to move to the patio. “I have an exhibition coming up.”

They sat and talked for a while. Antonio was an absolute gentleman, but he was behaving a little too well. Corrie began to sense that he had come with a motive. She let him ramble, sipping on her water as she listened to him work his way toward what he wanted to say. It was slimy, how he used his words to try and subtly manipulate her so that when he finally dropped the banger she’d be more inclined to help him.

“You have any spare cash? I’m in a lot of debt, actually.”

There it was. Corrie leaned back in her chair.

“Antonio,” she said, her voice soaking with disapproval. “Have you forgotten the biggest reason we broke up was because you were always in debt and kept mooching off of me?”

“I know, Corrie,” he said, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “But I’m straight-laced now. I’ll pay you back, I promise. I just need a little help.”

How many times had she heard those exact words in the past? How had she ever found him passable?

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” she said, standing up.

“Oh, come on. I know you’re doing okay,” he said, his voice switching to a whiny tone. “You can spare a little. A thousand is fine, right?”

“You’re out of your mind,” Corrie said, folding her arms.

“You’re so stingy,” he complained, standing up and shoving his chair back with enough force that it fell over. “You were always like that, acting like you’re better than me.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Corrie asked.

Antonio started towards her and she shied away, keeping the table between them.

“I swear to god, Antonio-” she began, frustrated.

The screen door banged, and Matthew stepped onto the patio. Corrie stared at him, her mouth gaping open. How did he come and go so quietly?

“You’ve made a mistake in coming back here,” Matthew said, shoving his sleeves up his forearms and striding towards her ex.

Whatever calmness his therapy session had given him flew right out the window. Before Antonio could get a single word out Matthew wound up and punched him so hard that he toppled to the floor. Matthew pinned him down and started punching his face repeatedly. Antonio was so startled by the sudden violence that he didn’t even try to defend himself. His arms flailed and he cried, sputtering in a slurred voice,

“Sthop!’

Corrie felt a little twinge of satisfaction, but Matthew didn’t show any signs of letting up. She hurried over and grabbed his arm, keeping it against her chest with all her strength even as he tried to pull away for another punch.

“Matthew that’s enough,” she begged.

“You said if he came again I could do whatever the fuck I wanted,” Matthew said, his voice flat and emotionless. “I’m going to kill you,” he added, looking down at Antonio’s pulpy face.

Antonio shook his head wildly, flinging blood everywhere. “Pleathe, ‘m sorry! Pleathe!”

He sounded pathetic. Corrie’s eyes watered at the sight of his nose, which was definitely broken.

“Matthew,” she hissed.

Her stepbrother stood up slowly, rolling his shoulders and releasing the tension in his muscles. Corrie released his arm. Antonio scrambled to his feet and jumped the backyard fence, falling twice as he ran away down the street. Corrie’s heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her throat as she stared numbly at the blood that had gotten on her shirt from Matthew’s hand. God, the memories it brought. Hanging upside down in the mangled car, still strapped into her seat. The sound of blood dripping… Beginning to shake, she turned and hurried inside.

“Corrie,” Matthew called, but she didn’t hear him.

She barely made it to the bathroom before she was ripping her shirt off and dropping it to the floor. She turned the shower on and let the spray pelt her skin, almost too hot to bear. Matthew found her in a steaming bathroom, crying as she squeezed an entire bottle of lavender-scented body wash over herself, scrubbing desperately.

“Corrie.” He reached out and turned the knob to an acceptable temperature.

“I hate the scent,” she choked out. “There was so much blood that day. It’s all I can smell when I think about it.”

She yanked her pants off and even that wasn’t enough. Everything felt dirty. She took her bra and panties off and wished she could do the same with her skin too. Matthew stared at her silently.

“Leave me alone,” she muttered, hugging her naked body. “Please.”

Without a word he turned and left, taking her discarded clothes to the washing machine. Corrie stayed under the running water until her fingertips began to look like plump raisins. Only then did she step out and dry off, her eyes red and raw from crying. It had been a long time since she cried, and her head was pounding from it. She pulled on a pair of panties and an oversized shirt and went to find Matthew because she didn’t want to be alone.

He was in the kitchen and turned as she entered.

“I made you tea.”

She took the offering silently and sipped. It was made perfectly, with a teaspoon of sugar and a swirl of creamer. The fact that he knew how she liked her tea had her heart swelling in her chest. He’d spent so much time pretending she didn’t exist, but somehow he knew this.

“Do you want to talk?” He asked, leaning against the counter.

He had washed up as well and changed clothes. He was wearing the black sweater she had gotten him three Christmases ago. She had been so sure he’d thrown it out. She swallowed hard and set the mug down on the counter with a thud and grabbed the front of the sweater, dragging him closer. She had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him, but she made it work. After a pause, his mouth moved against hers and she shuddered. He ripped away, a flush creeping up his neck.

“Corrie…”

“You started this, asshole,” she whispered, her hand tugging at his sweater. “You have to finish what you start.”

He sighed and pulled her in. She leaned into the hug, pressing her cheek against his chest and listening to the thud of his heart. After a moment she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Your heartbeat sounds like a racehorse.”

“Corrie.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been an idiot.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Is this about the time you put the reds and whites together and made my clothes come out all pink?” Melting into the hug, she felt too warm and fuzzy to think properly.

“That morning I put myself before you, and I was selfish.”

She froze, and her head jerked up as she searched his gaze. His eyes were always dark, but with her, they seemed to soften a bit. He looked… Tortured, but resolute, like the day he’d announced he was joining the military. She held her breath, waiting for what he would say next.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I complicated things.”

She looked away, struggling with herself. This was good, they could forget that had ever happened and go back to how things used to be. But… A part of her didn’t want that. That part of her wanted to drop down to her knees and- She was startled when her stepbrother touched her face.

“It was that bad, huh?” He said.

“Uh… Don’t worry about it,” Corrie said, backing out of his arms. “We can just forget, right?”

“Right.” He blinked and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Corrie nodded, watching him go. For a long moment she stared blankly at the countertop, trying to decide whether she felt relief or crushing disappointment. She remembered she’d been about to make herself something to eat, so she slapped a sandwich together and scarfed it down before heading back to the studio. She had a lot of work to finish, and she couldn’t let her problems get in the way of that. Hours later, she finally set her brush down and straightened, groaning as her back popped. Her stomach grumbled. She shook the stiffness out of her wrists and glanced at the time on her phone. If she started making dinner now, it would be ready early enough for them to watch a movie together.

She walked down the hall, smiling as she recalled how movie nights were on the weekends back then, and how they never failed to start a food fight. There had been a few times when he was nice to her. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn’t catch her name. She turned and almost responded before she realized it was coming from her stepbrother’s room, and it didn’t sound like he was actually calling for her. His door was slightly ajar, which wasn’t unusual because it didn’t close properly. She curiously walked over, nudged it open a little wider, and almost screamed.

Sure, it sounded like he was jacking off, but she didn’t expect him to be completely naked while doing it. Her eyes took him in and she sucked in a quiet breath. He was gorgeous, from his veiny forearms to the prominent jut of his Adam’s apple as he tilted his head back, eyes closed. He had a few pale scars on his body, and from the size, they looked like they must have hurt a lot.

“Fuck,” he growled as his fist squeezed around his cock. His other hand stroked over his stomach and pecs like he was trying to imagine what her touch would feel like. “Corrie…” He groaned.

She wouldn’t have been able to hear his moans if the door had been closed. She would have had no idea that it was her name he moaned as he touched himself. She leaned against the doorframe as her knees weakened and her pussy began to throb. He was such a liar. She slipped her hand into her shorts and teased herself while watching him. She forced herself not to make a sound, circling her clit faster and faster. Just when he looked like he was about to cum, she pulled her hand out of her shorts and cleared her throat, smiling sweetly as his eyes flew open and his hand stilled its frantic movements, ruining his orgasm.

He cursed, his tense muscles relaxing as he flopped his head back. “What?!”

She smirked. “You’re pathetic, pretending you don’t want me. Yes, I heard you moan my name. I’ve been standing here for a while.”

He surged off the bed, his erection flopping.

“Come here,” he growled.

She spun away laughing and ran into the bathroom and locked it, wincing at the sound his shoulder made as it collided with the door.

“I’ll break the fucking door down if you don’t let me in, Corrie.”

“Forget it!” She yelled back breathlessly, sliding her palm down her stomach and into her shorts again, biting back a moan as her fingers rubbed over her slippery clit.

“Corrie,” he uttered, his tone dropping and getting husky like he was guessing what she was doing.

He gave up rather quickly, cursing as he stormed away. Carrie smiled and slipped two fingers inside herself, gasping. She’d ruined his orgasm, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge in one herself. When she climaxed, it was the most euphoric thing she had ever experienced, a smile covering her face as she caught her breath.

My stepbrother wants me, she thought.

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There will be a Part 3. Thank you for the comments asking me to continue, they made me start typing so quickly!