Play With Playerz: My Stepbrother

Chrissy

... We come at once, he's shaking on me just like my legs are trembling, and my whole body is responding to every slam. It's safe for me to say that every stroke comes with its separate recipe, Ted is the only one who knows the secret ingredient, I don't know it myself. We are breathing strongly, and we only take half a second, as he flips me over, my ass to his face, my face in the sand, he kisses my butt cheeks and caresses my back, trailing wet kisses all over it; he spreads my legs even wider, and I don't realize the time he digs into me again. I tighten my grip in the sand, but is the sand enough to be a stronghold? I might just need a fucking shrub to hold onto, I'm not thinking even processing the whole thing and he's slamming me hard while my brain is literally numb as his skin beats mine, and I'm screaming and moaning out my shitty life, now I need a tighter grip but I don't get any. Am I insane for sex? The best sex? I need help and I'm still needing him to fuck me harder than he's doing. Save me, someone... 

~

“CHRISS?” I heard Ellen call out so loudly as though I have no ears at all. Well, my ears are blocked with headphones, listening to my sex playlist on Spotify so I guess that's why. 

“Are you really in this life? What are you even reading that's so out of this life anyways?” she asked, her gaze splittig between me and the book in her hand. I didn't  know how to respond to that because I knew the content of what I was reading. Like a flash, Ellen jerked my book from my grip and starts reading while I tussled with her to give it back. 

“Give it back,” I charged, already mortified.

“Ken, did you see this? Oh my fucking gosh!” she said out loud to Ken who’s been sitting on the desk, updating his insta profile.

He put down his phone, strolling over to her and they start ‘ooh-ing’ and making nasty, embarrassing sounds while I accept my defeat, slumping back inm seat, hopelessly. 

Listening to their unending laughter and getting awestricken over an ordinary sex scene—well, maybe it was not just ordinary since I had been fantasizing about it lately. 

“Come on, Chriss, if you needed sex this badly, you could have said something to me. I'm at your service, darling!” Ken taunted me while  I cussed under my breath. And Ellen laughed out, savoring the moment I would say. 

Hysterically. Dammit, I hated times like that. Thankfully, we were alone on the basketball court. 

Agreeably, these are my crazy friends who I cannot trade for any penny. 

We've been friends since 6th grade, they practically know my ups and downs, my secrets, some secrets to be precise and they know just everything about me and likewise me about them. 

Finally handing the book back to me, I instantly tucked the book in my backpack. 

Later on, we headed out of the court. We were about to have calculus class. Did I mention that my secret crush would be in class? Dayle Theodore—the sexgod. 

He has always been there, right from the first time that I noticed him, everyone knows him, but I think that know him more. 

Despite ugly clashes in the past, I still crave him. I'm stupid, I know that. I mean there's nothing compared to being insulted and taunted in front of the whole school, that scenario has been haunting me. 

I regret it to this day, sometimes or most times, I blame myself for not agreeing to have sex with him rather than crying like a baby. 

Like, why did I have to shed tears when I could just run out of sight instead? But no, I let him ridicule me to the very end, and to this day, I try to switch sides when I jam eyes with him. He made me hate my entire being. 

Despite him being the villain in my story, I yearned for him still. This thing was, he was the main reason why I had to read erotic novels, since I could not have him, I would rather fantasize about him. 

“Spoken to Max?” Ken asked me as soon as we stepped into the class, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

Max Norman was my boyfriend. He was very nice, tall, good-looking blonde, a soccer player—captain at that, worthy but I still can't help the fact that my crush surpasses Max’s thoughts in my mind and head.

“Nope! I'm still mad at him. We were supposed to hang out yesterday, but he ditched it and so, I'm mad as fuck!” I snapped barely staring at Ken.

“He is sorry about that and I swear that he can explain from start to finish—”

“Ken, it won't work now! Stop pleading on his behalf simply because he is your friend.” I barked at him.

It was obvious that Max sent Ken to me, is that even reasonable? Not because they are on the same team means that I would just accept the freaking apologies. 

Shruuging my shoulders, tightly holding the straps of my backpack, Ellen chimed.  

“Honestly, if you let me, I will punish Max on your behalf,” 

Ellen was indignant, I just smiled curtly. I don't want to give you a meaning to what she was  saying, I think that she's only kidding, but sometimes the way she talks about him makes me suspect that she likes Max just as much.

As I said, I don't want to give so much meaning to what she has said. 

“Whatever y'all, I'm not in the mood for Max right now!” I finally said them as we sat abreast of each other. 

Ken was not a relationship kind of guy, he was mostly down for flings and nothing more and that equals Dayle, right?

Dayle is a complete super hot player and sex freak. At some point, he slept with every popular girl to satisfy himself and it's not like the girls even care, they don't.

How messed up is that? 

I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through my feed on Insta while we waited for the teacher and that was when I heard loud waves of laughter coming from the entrance. 

I lifted my gaze and it captured Dayle before Egan and then Steve. This trio is one to watch out for, they would use you and dump you without remorse. 

The chances are, your nudes will be all over the internet. 

They didn't have girlfriends according to my research, but they had loyal girls and fans to toy with. 

Like, there was no way you could be a virgin and still be around them, I fucking swear that you would break the promise that you have made to yourself or your mother. I bet you. 

“Chriss, seriously you can go over to him and tell him all about it rather than just staring!” Ellen said as I returned to my senses. Yeah, she knew my secret except Ken. 

“Why would you say that!” I coolly said while she rolls her eyes knowing what I had in mind. 

I had to tell her that I liked Dayle when she constantly pressed about it and she would just say that every girl on Hemsville Senior High liked Dayle. 

She would not understand, and so I'm not even surprised when she spits shit on me about it. 

The varsity jacket that they wore killed me more when it was on Dayle, I don't know how a guy could be this sexy and cocky too. 

He had dark silky short hair, he was tall and pretty built, thick dark brows, pointy nose, killer jawline, high cheekbone, and name it... 

He was too attractive, especially when he graced you with a smile, his perfect set of teeth would come to light even in the dark. 

With all these exquisite features, you could swear that he would never hurt anyone, and that lies the problem; I've been one of his blacklisted persons in the whole school. I was more like a sponge bob meme in his eyes, he doesn't look at me the way I look at him. 

I took off my eyes as soon as the teacher walked in, this guy was the end of me, I swear it. 

~ 

An hour and thirty minutes wasted on Calculus, which I would rather waste on my crush because he meant everything to me, I could barely concentrate. 

I knew I had a boyfriend and he was a great guy, but maybe I didn't liked Dayle. 

Besides he was too busy to spare me a little time and I hated it. He also had girls barricading him, yet, he tried hard as possible to shoo them away. I was scared that one day I might lose him to any of them or even my best friend, Ellen. 

Although I knew that my attention was also on Dayle and... I didn't know how to justify it.

Do I tell the truth or just break up with Max? Wouldn't that be selfish of me?

Dayle

-Lauren= Rich brat*

-Amber= Rich Cheerleader 

-Shauna= Rich Freaky Swimmer

-Cindy= Rich Freaky Dancer

-Jess= Rich bad bitch

-Chrissy= Nerdy Toy (maybe I might)

When Egan sent my Exclusive fuck list, I almost splattered my coffee on his face. It was not that I didn't like the list, but damn, they were major deals. 

We all had exclusive lists of girls that we wanted to sexually catch fun with, especially those girls who claimed to be untouchable and yet badass.

What I didn't understand was why he had to include Chrissy Horton, she's the lamest of all. Although he said that it was his payback for last semester; I had tricked him into making out with one fat girl who ended up changing her school. And now I had no choice, but to oblige. 

Oh, damn, am I really going to have sex with that piece of shit Chrissy?

I should really play with her. I want to show her that a toad shouldn't dream of eating swan flesh! Just wait and see!