Page 11 of My Italian Stepbrother

The last thing I want is for her to roll up my skirt and see the red mark on my ass. She looks at me with a confused expression, and I shrug my shoulders before pushing them back down.

“I really think it's fine,” I say. “I like the length. It’s good to have a little variety.”

She takes a deep breath and walks to the door. “Okay, well, change out of that for dinner. Can you tell Benito it’ll be ready in twenty minutes?”

I nod my head and close the door behind her when she leaves. I don’t think she’d have assumed it was Benito that made the mark on me if she saw it, but I just didn’t want to take any chances.

Knocking on Benito’s door isn’t something I want to do. He’s been so unpredictable since he’s been back. And while I have strangely been liking some of this attention he's been giving me, I don’t want to attract too much of it. I work up the courage to knock before I change, but he doesn’t answer.

I never heard his door slam like it always does when he leaves, so he must still be in there. Maybe he fell asleep? I open the door and peek in, completely surprised by what I see. He’s lying on his bed, eyes closed and fingers wrapped around his thick girth. I quickly close the door and walk back to my room, my face bright red.

When I was in there, I could tell he was turned on, but I really wasn’t expecting to walk in on him pleasuring himself.

Benito barges through the door to my room, and I stare at him with a very apologetic look.

“I’m so sorry, I should have knocked. I was just trying to tell you it’s almost time for dinner.” I speak quickly, looking anywhere in the room but at him.

He looks me up and down in the skin-tight black dress my mother had me try on and licks his lips. He doesn’t need to say anything, but I know exactly what’s on his mind.

My next punishment.

9

BENITO

Maybe I’ve taken things too far. The way she looked at me when I walked into her room has me questioning what I’ve done. I just get so carried away when I’m around her, and I feel like I can’t control myself.

I grab a change of clothes from my dresser and get ready for dinner. Sitting next to Brie and pretending nothing has happened after everything we’ve done today will be hard, but I still can’t wait to be around her.

When I get downstairs, I sit at the table across from Brie instead of next to her, hoping the distance between us can help cool me down. She walks in shortly after me and takes her seat. She’s changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater, and I can’t help wondering if she’s wearing pants to avoid the red mark showing. That thought somehow amuses me.

She winces when she sits down and glares at me. My father walks in before we say anything to each other and sits down at the head of the table. He takes a deep breath and smiles at both of us just as Angela walks out of the kitchen with a bowl of spaghetti.

“This is great, isn’t it?” my father says, watching all of us. “The entire family, here having dinner together.”

Angela nods her head and serves us all plates of food. “It’s so refreshing to see everyone together,” she chimes in before sitting down.

The more they talk about how perfect their family lives are, the more I worry about the situation with Brie. My feelings for her are strong, unlike anything I’ve ever felt with another woman, and I know I want to explore it, and I think she does too. But I was raised to value family above all else, and spending time with her could hurt all of us.

Then again, I just can’t stay away from her. Keeping my hands to myself is hard enough.

Brie is quiet for most of the dinner, but I catch her occasionally glancing over at me. We finish eating dinner, and Angela leaves to get dessert for us all. I stretch my legs out under the table, bumping into Brie’s. She stiffens and tries to move back. Before I can pull mine away, though, her legs entangle with mine under the table.

We share a brief glance while we hold them in place. We’re not even touching skin to skin, but the temperature in the room suddenly rises to a few degrees. I’m immediately taken back to how badly I wanted her when she was on my lap earlier, and I need to feel her again. But next time I do, it’s going to be different.

I’m going to take her on a date—a real one, nothing less than what she deserves.

I finish my dessert and go upstairs to my room, pulling out my laptop. I’ve never taken a woman on a romantic date before. The only time I invited them out to dinner was because of business—always for the business. Doing something romantic to show someone I care is brand new to me. It’s uncharted territory, and I barely have any idea how to navigate our current situation. But this is Brie, and she’s different. She deserves something special.

Unfortunately, I don’t actually know her as well as I want to, so figuring out what she likes might prove to be difficult. I search her name on Google and some of her social media profiles come up in the results.

Her profile pictures are all stunning, which isn’t surprising given how ravishing she looks in person. She’s smiling and enjoying the sunshine, and it looks like she’s glowing. I can feel the happiness and warmth radiating from her. Everything about her is just so good. I scroll through her pictures and see her laughing with her friends, on the beach in another bikini, hiking in the woods.

She seems to like being outdoors, and that gave me the perfect idea for a date. We’ll go on a picnic. I’ll make something special for us, and we can finally get to know each other, and I can see if what I’ve been feeling is more than just attraction.

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I wakeup in the morning and hurry to get started with everything I need to do for the day. I want to make sure I can get Brie alone later and sneak her out without our parents noticing. We don’t need to worry about their suspicions on top of everything else.

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