STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 24

Scarletts P.O.V

You arrive at the mall thirty minutes later, unsure of what to expect.

You ignore the nervousness gnawing on your stomach and head through the front entrance to the food

court, hoping they wont be sitting directly opposite the door.

I think I'd be okay if I didn't even bump into them... god, what would I even say?

You and Bri glance around the food court, and you gasp as your eyes land on Oliver sitting with

Theresa at a tale. You bite your lip, engrossed how hot he looks. Your eyes wander over his chiselled

face, muscular frame, but they stop when you notice Theresa laughing at something he's said.

Oh, he's just so fucking funny isn't he! This was a bad fucking idea. Fuck! Maybe I should hide?

Oh my god, he's looking at me!

Oh both walk towards him, Bri grinning madly next to you, before you arrive at their table, and Bri

obnoxiously sits in one of the vacant seats besides them. She gestures with her eyes for you too sit,

and you slide in awkwardly next to Theresa who looks confused at the both of you.

"Hey, Oliver"

Theresa's gaze softens as she realises you guys are familiar with Oliver. Oliver doesn't respond back to

Bri, he hasn't stopped looking at you since the moment he spotted you. You shift uncomfortably, before

you turn to Theresa.

"Hi, I'm Scarlett, Katrina's daughter. She's friends with your mom"

Theresa nods, and smiles

"Oh, hey. I'm Theresa. Nice to meet you"

Feelings not really mutual

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God, lying is getting easier by the fucking second

Oliver leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, before a smug look comes over his face.

And there's that fucking ego I was talking about

"What are you two doing here?"

He licks his lips before smirking at you, and you feel butterfly's in your stomach

Ive totally reached full on mental patient status by now

"We've actually come to do some shopping. Isn't that right, Scar?"

You guys go into the store, eyes roaming over racks and racks of lingerie, panties, bra and bathrobes.

Bri immediately grabs a neon green pair of panties that have pieces of white frilly material all around

them. Your look disgusted and shake your head.

"No, thank you"

She laughs and tosses them back on the shelf. You glance at the entrance, half expecting Oliver to

come barrelling though.

He always barges in at the worst times.

"Well, just pick a bunch off stuff and we can try them on. Oh, maybe a skimpy lingerie dress or like

those stockings that hook onto your panties and stuff"

"God forbid my fucking mother finds this shit"

I would die

Bri scoffs

"You're eighteen. What does it matter?"

"Uh, I think the last thing my mom wants to think about is me having sex"

Bri shrugs

"well, hide that shirt good. Besides, once Oliver tears it off you, you can throw it away"

You gasp and swat her with a pair of panties, laughing until you realise one'd of the employees has

been watching you, and she frowns disapprovingly. You offer her an apologetic smile before your eyes

roam over a couple items.

As you skim the panties, you take a deep breath, breathless by the way you picture Oliver's mouth

when you blink. You imagine the way he'd run his tongue along the inside of your thigh and upward,

teasing you until you're thrashing beneath him.

Oh god, now's not the time to get turned on

You glance over at Bri, and grin when you see her arms are almost full

Who knows, Bri might not be wrong

You begin to grab some things you think would look cute on you.

After you get back to the changing rooms, you go into one right next to Bri, shutting and locking the

door behind you before you glance at the lingerie.

You begin to slide your clothes off, leaving on the thong you're wearing, careful to set the rest on the

bench, before stepping into the bed set of lingerie. You admire the way the panties look, despite having

to fit them over the pair you're wearing now, how they accentuate your plump ass, before you discard

your bra, and grab the matching coloured bra you picked out.

Damn... Oliver would really fucking drool watching me in these.

"Did you find any you like?"

"So far, yes. You?"

"No..."

You listen as she groans, and you hear the shuffling of hangers.

"I'm gonna go find some other stuff. I'll be back"

"Okay"