Ella’s POV

“Psst, Aiden, wake up.”

I balance myself on a tree branch, tapping on my stepbrother Aiden’s window.

Everything starts when I snicked out to a party after my mom went to bed but when I get back I found I forget to bring my key. That's why I’m here.

There is black in Aiden’s room, but that doesn’t matter because Aiden is a light sleeper, unlike my other stepbrother Alan, who can sleep through a hurricane. So Aiden will definitely hear me knocking on his window.

Aiden and Alan are my twin stepbrothers who have just come home recently after serving in the military for two years. It’s strange having thm home. I remember times when we were little; they would always gang up on me during play fights. But now, it feel like they donn't even notice I’m in the room. I like not being bullied, but the feeling of being completely ignored sucks.

A soft glow illuminates the room as his bedside lamp clicks on. His silhouette moves toward the window, and when he slides it open, his face is a mix of confusion and irritation.

“What Ella? It’s three in the morning.” he hisses. He glares at me as if I’m the most annoying thing he’s ever seen.

“I forgot my key,” I mumble, clinging to the branch for dear life. “Just mover over, so I can climb in.”

His eyes narrow. “Freaking hell, you’re drunk.”

He reaches out a stout, powerful arm - military courtesy - and pulls me into his bedroom as if I weigh nothing. Slamming against his floor, I yelp when my shoulder dragged over the carpet.

He stands in front of me wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants, his posture reminding me of a drill sergeant.

“Are you insane?” Aiden whispers harshly, crouching down to glare at me. “Climbing a tree at three in the morning? You're not even old to enough to drink.”

Thank god, he yells at me in a low voice, so I don’t have to worry about Mom waking up. I’m in no mood to hear her wrath directed at me.

Rubbing my shoulder, I feel the sting where my skin scraped against the floor, and I can’t help but wince. That jerk is stronger than he even realizes.

I look up at him and spit out. “Sorry? What do you care? Don’t act like you and Alan were saints when you were my age. So fuck off.”

His jaw tightens, and he grabs me by the collar. For a moment, I think he might actually throw me back out the window. Then his lips curve into a smile, but it isn’t a kind one.

“You’re nineteen,” he says. “You don’t get to do whatever you want. And if you’re going to act like a kid, someone has to look after you. Lucky for you, that someone is me. I'm home now and I don't plan on going anywhere for a while.”

I groan. “I’m an adult, Aiden. I can handle myself.”

He leans closer, his face inches from mine. “An adult who can’t even remember her key? Yeah, right.”

Looking at Aiden's smug expression, I really wish I had chosen Alan's window instead. But the only problem with that idea is that I’d still be standing on the branch, waiting. Alan sleeps like the dead, and I don’t think even a nuclear disaster could wake him up.

He lets go of me and stands up to close his window. I glare up at him, furious at the way he’s treating me. In the dim light, I can’t help but notice how much he’s changed in two years. The skinny, awkward boy I’d grown up with is gone, replaced by a man. His once pimple-prone face had cleared up and filled out into a square jaw that was shadowed with stubble.

Broad shoulders and those piercing silver-blue eyes. Even his V-shaped lines on either side of his abdomen that drive every woman wild. It's amazing how I didn't notice his good looks before, but I think it might have something to do with both he and Alan ignoring me when they got home.

“What?” Aiden asks, pulling me from my thoughts, and I realize I’ve been staring.

“Nothing,” I mutter, looking away.

His eyes meet mine, and I wonder if he’s noticed that I’ve changed too. I'm no different from the 17-year-old girl he left behind when he joined the military, except now I've grown into everything I was meant to. My chest is full, and my hair has grown down to my waist.

Ella’s POV

“Who you were at the party with?”

I roll my eyes. “None of your business” Aiden might be my stepbrother but that doesn’t give him the right to probe everything I do. I barely even knew him before I was ten, now he wants to boss me around. No freaking way.

Aiden smiles at me. And I see the way his eyes glint with mischief. “I’m going to give you till the count of five to tell me who you were at the party with, or-”

My eyes widen and I scoot away from Aiden but he follows me till my back is against the door.

His face is barely inches from mine, and he continues “Or else I’m gonna teach you a lesson”

“Screw you!” My mouth gaped open.

He begins counting. “Five.”

“You can’t be serious.” I try to pull out of his grip, but it’s no use. Even if I havn't been drunk, I can't have wiggled free of him. He’s too strong.

“Four.”

He’s bluffing. I let myself calm, he wouln’t do anything to me.

“Three.”

"What will you do if I don't tell you?"

“Two.”

“I’m not telling you Aiden, Let me go!” I demand. I try to pull away, but he’s too strong.

“One. Times up.”

He picks me up from the ground, put me on his shoulders, and walks to his bed. I kick out with my feet and punch his back with my fists, my eyes noticeing that his pants hung down over the muscles of his ass. God, he's filled out, but I can't let that distract me.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he pulled me from his shoulder and laid me over his knees. My hands touched the floor and I kicked up again in attempt to free myself. I wasn't a five-year old kid. There was no way in hell I would let him-

Slap.

The first spank lands on my ass, the strike painful against my skin despite the short skirt I’m wearing.

How dare he spank me?

With one hand, he held the back of my thighs, preventing me from kicking up at him. "Stop! Aiden! That hurt."

"I know it did. And you'll get five more just like it unless you tell me."

"Screw you." I spit out.

Slap.

I jump up when I’m hit in the body. A warm current spread through my butt skin and down my legs to other places where it shouldn't. It have to be the alcohol.

Slap.

I wiggle over him, stunned silent by the way my body tingled, my hands gripping his muscular calves, my fingernails digging into his skin. My heart’s racing and my breath was speeding up. What the hell is he doing to me?

Slap.

“You ready to talk?” he asks, his voice lower now. “Who did you go with?” I open my mouth to answer, but can't. No one's ever touch me like that before.

It takes me a second to gather my thoughts, “No one” I finally squeak out. My body is relaxed into his lap in response to an odd sensation inside me.

He doesn't spank me again, but he don't let me go either. Even weirder, I don't struggle to get him to let go of me. We both freeze in that moment, aware that something have changed between us, even though we don't understand why.

“You’re dressed like a slut” Aiden finally says "Who gets you the outfit? Your mom?”

His hands rub me where he has spanked me, and I writh again. What's going on? I'm enjoying it so much. He's my stepbrother. I shouldn't feel this way.

“I borrowed them from a friend,” I manage to say.

“Good, now back to my first question” Aiden says “Were you with a guy? What were you out doing until this time in the morning?"”

I laughed. I'd never had a boyfriend. The twins had been good about chasing them off when I was younger and even after they left to join the military, guys remembered the twins and still refused to date me.

"I wasn't with a guy."

“Why you chose to knock on my window Ella?” Aiden says as his hands slide up my inner thigh, right toward the bare skin of my thighs and I buck in reaction. “Do you like teasing me?”

A shiver ran over my spine, my body going limp beneath his touch. "Let me up," I said weakly.

His palm slips higher up my thigh and his fingers slip under my skirt. I gasp, not understanding the moisture building up between my thighs. I can feel his dick pressing against my belly and I freeze.

“Why did you knock on my Window Ella?”

Ella’s POV

“I know you’re a light sleeper” I admit.

Everything feels so strange. My body tingles and my inside clenches. Aiden’s hands slide upward and touch my underwear. I jump in reaction, relaxing again when he doesn't move higher or pulls his hand away.

“Have you been with anyone while I was away? I’m pretty sure I gave those little punks that used to follow you around enough of a warning.”

The statement catches me off guard “What?”

I don’t know if it’s because my head is hanging down and the blood has rushed to my brain, but I feel dizzy, not fully comprehending what is going on.

He chuckles. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.”

His hand pushes higher, the tip of his finger rubbing the skin between my legs from over my panties. I gasp, my hips pushing up against his touch.

He notices and laughs “Dirty little girl.”

I don't understand. He’s my brother. This is wrong, but I don’t want it to stop. My fingers grip his legs tighter.

“Aiden, I haven’t been with anyone” I breathlessly admit. A shuddering sound rattle out of his lungs, his cock pressing against my stomach even more.

“Good, I'm glad those assholes listened. I told them all I'd kill them if I got home and found out they touched you” He moves my underwear aside and strokes my bare pussy. He strokes my soaking pussy with two fingers going at a medium pace.

I close my eyes, trying to convicing myself it doesn’t feel good, but holy fuck, it did.

Using the hand he has been holding over my back, he reaches down and pulls my skirt up higher, the cold air in the room brushing over the heat between my legs.

I go limp, completely lost in the moment. It must be the alcohol. I shouldn't feel this way.

Sliding his finger down, he pushes just the tip inside me and I cry out, my body trembling at the touch.

"Do you like it?"

“I-” I’m stunned by the question, how can he ask that, but I also know that I enjoyed every second of it. This is crazy. He is my stepbrother, and I hate him from teh childhood. But in my mind, all I can see is his perfct body and hansome face. I barely remember his appearance before he went to the military.

“Yes.” I finally admit.

Aiden is silent for a while Aiden speaks “Stand up”

He pulls his hand away from me, and I stands wobbly as I brace myself up in front of him. I notice the way the light from his bedside lamp bounces off his facial features. He’s so fucking handsome.

Aiden leans back, using his hand to support himself, then he smiled at me “I’ve always wanted you, even since we were kids. How does that make you feel?”

“It’s weird” I say hoestly. “We’re related, that means there’s certain lines we’re not allowed to cross” My eyes search his body, looking for a long time at his pants that being tented. I shiver, swaying on the spot.

“You can walk out of this room right now .or you can stay. It's your choice. But if you stay, whatever happens has to be our little secret” Aiden’s voice is so low that it shake my whole body and touch a place deep inside me that I have never realized.

What the hell am I doing? I should run out of here, run to my room where it’s safe and where things are not weird. But remembering his fingers in me, remembering how he made me feel…it was too intoxicating. I stared at him, soaking up his perfectly toned physique and imagining him on top of me. I already made my decision. “I will stay.”

He grins seductively, mischief and the promise of something wicked in the silver-blue of his eyes.

“Come here” He says.

I slowly step forward, my legs too shaky to take a solid step. He puts his finger over his lips and told me to keep quiet. I nod back and promise not to say a word.

His eyes fixes on me, he slides a hand up my thigh, reaching high enough again to run his fingers over my sodden underpants. His body flexes as he sensed how wet I have become. My body is shaking, no one have touched me before - but I had touched myself. I know how good that feels.

“You’re not going to tell anyone about this right?”

I shake my head, promising him it’s our secret.

Aiden smiles “Good, now take off your shirt”