Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I was in the midst of doing random things, checking out all the corners of my room for cobwebs. I was determined to make my room so clean, my mind was still preoccupied with scattered thoughts.

It was then Tiffany came in, she didn’t say anything as she saw I was doing the cleaning but I knew she was amazed. She just smiled and went to sit on my bed.

“How are you doing?” She asked then didn’t wait for my reply, she spoke again. “The weather is good today, good for a picnic and swimming, what do you think?”

“It’s good for seeing the movies, not picnic.” I answered coolly.

“Movies, you say. Well, what movie? I mean what kind.”

I thought of one random movie I knew she hadn’t watched, it was a slasher movie. “What about Scream?”

“Ooh, that movie! I’ve watched the last season but not the new one.”

“You should watch it.” I said, not caring to give anymore details.

Just when I thought she would leave, she mustered the courage to voice her deepest fear – Her words hung in her throat, heavy with uncertainty and vulnerability.

Finally, she asked and her question caught me off guard. “Am I really not pregnant?” she asked. “Or the lab made a mistake?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I just looked at her, still caught off guard by her revelation, I struggled to find the right words to say to her. My own emotional walls prevented me from fully understanding the depth of her fear and the weight it carried. It was in moments like these that Tiffany would often confide in her closest friends relying on them for support.

But that was not an option for her this time, her own best friend did her dirty.

“If I was pregnant, then I better go abort it because I’m still feeling the way I was feeling. I still throw up and feel so weak and tired, even when I block out my fears and allow myself rest, I still feel weak.” She explained.

“Even if you’re pregnant, Tiff, I wouldn’t want you to terminate it till it’s late, but I know the lab can’t make any mistake. You’re not pregnant, Tiff.”

“You don’t want me to abort it till it’s late!” She busted out. “Then that means you want me to keep the baby!”

Yes!

But it’s obvious that she isn’t.

Can’t she just fix her doubt already?

I love her,

I wish to have a family with her but she isn’t mine. She is already family.

“I wouldn’t support abortion, Tiff, I wouldn’t.” I didn’t want her to make any hasty decisions, especially not until it was too late.

“You’re saying nonsense! Absolute rubbish! What do you want mum and dad to say, dad adores me and mum… She will die if she finds out. You want me to lose all that and…”

“I have no right to tell you what to do with your life but trust me, if you’re pregnant, I wouldn’t want you to abort it, there are other ways to deal with this, in the right way, I promise you.”

“I stopped believing in your words, Luciano and this, I wouldn’t. I can’t even trust you with my life. You betrayed me too many times to trust a word you say.”

“Listen, Tiff…” My feeble attempts to console her fell on deaf ears.

Tiffany’s doubt in my words was palpable.

“I will do whatever I want to do alone, whether I’m pregnant or not, I’ll do this alone now.” She left me behind, making her way to prepare for whatever she had decided.

I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.

Why has everything turned this way? I took my phone to check some updates, it was then I decided to check out the comments made about Gladys. Finding the post was easy because it was trending, I saw the post and the comment, they were mean, so mean.

Someone said he would like to sleep with Gladys and also would like his dog to sleep with her too. Another said he had seen her naked before and she had a Fupa. Another said her make up makes her look like a clown.

I read more and more, they were words that could make someone consider suicide. I wonder how Gladys would feel about this, the thought made my own sense of fulfillment welled up within me.

But then, this were all mean comments, it wouldn’t be easy to just overcome them.

Definitely, Gladys was some where regretting her actions, she was also thinking about fighting back, and I could only imagine the anger that was locked up in her now. She would forfeit back and Tiffany wouldn’t be able to do anything.

Lost in my thoughts, pondering over how Tiffany would fight back, I saw her appear before me again.

“I want to go out,” she stated with firm resolution. Her voice held a sense of urgency.

In that moment, I instinctively offered to accompany her.

“I’ll go with you, Tiff.” I made my voice as firm as hers.

She ignored me and made her way towards the door, a determined pace with each step. But she abruptly halted when she discovered the door locked.

“Damn!” I heard her curse. “Why is it locked?!”

“I will GO with you.” I said again.

Frustration and anger engulfed Tiffany, transforming her fear into raw aggression. “Damn you, Luciano, I hate you so much, I fucking hate you so much!”

Though her anger seared through the room, I remained calm and composed. I knew that her anger was not directed solely at me, but rather at the sense of helplessness that consumed her.

I moved closer to her, meeting her gaze, and said, “You won’t be able to leave unless I follow. I’ll go with you, Tiff, let me.”

For a brief moment, silence descended upon us. The silence could cut through an iron as thick as it was now, even the electricity in the air crackled with tension. It was then that a knock at the door shattered the stillness. Both Tiffany and I turned our attention towards the sound.

I instinctively reached for the gun I kept hidden nearby. Gripping it firmly, I approached the door with caution, my heart pounding irrationally.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s the police,” a voice responded from the other side, muffled by the thick wooden barrier.

“Quick! Give me your gun,” she said as I moved to the door again.

I hesitated, unsure of whether I could trust her with such a weapon then she said, “trust me, Luciano.”