Chapter 3 : Are they concerned?

After some minutes of waiting for my stepbrothers to come, my phone rang and I thought it was my dad. I picked up my buzzing phone from my handbag and checked who it was. And behold it was unknown number, and not my dad. I picked the call, curious to know what the person wanted.

“Hello” the person from the other end said and I could swear the voice sounded like that of Zyran.

“Hello, please who am I speaking with?” I asked to confirm who it was, even though my guts told me it's Zyran.

“It's Zyran” he responded, and his voice was so deep and husky that it created a pool of wetness between my legs.

“Okay” I replied shy to say any other thing apart from that.

“We're at your school premises, could you come over, we are waiting for you.” Zyran informed me and I was happy because I was going to have a moment with them.

“Okay” I replied and went out to go and check for them.

As I was still checking I heard a horn and I snapped my head to the direction of it. When I saw the car the horn was from I realized it was that of my stepbrothers.

Since I found their car, I went towards it and stayed by the window, then waved at Zyran who was at the drivers seat. I waited for a while for him to open the car door before I entered inside.

“Hi, good morning” I greeted so they'll acknowledge my presence.

“Good morning” Zyran and Damon replied almost at the same time.

“Please I'm sorry for the stress” I sympathized with my stepbrothers.

“We’re not angry that we're picking you up” Zyran said and I was happy because they didn't see me as a burden.

“Please could you take me to night classes later in the day?” I asked, hoping that they'll agree.

“Okay” Zyran accepted then with that he ignited the engine of the car.

The ride was a silent one with no noise so I picked up my phone from my handbag so I could entertain myself because the ride was too boring for my liking.

As I scrolled through my phone, I had a feeling I was being watched so I lifted my head from the phone screen and behold I found my stepbrothers staring at me through the rear view mirror. When our eyes met each others through the rear view mirror they quickly removed their eyes, breaking the eye contact.

My heart fluttered when they looked at me in such a manner, my mind was telling me is what siblings do, but my heart was telling me other wise. In-between my legs were already so wet from just hearing their deep husky voice.

“Which time are we carrying you there?” Damon started the conversation, or more like asked me a question.

“Let's say, I'll be going by 10:00 PM” I answered, hoping for the conversation to last longer.

“Are you sure that's when you're having lectures? Or your saying it as an excuse to go somewhere” Damon asked and I was shocked from the question because he guessed it right.

I wanted to choose the latter but no I couldn't because I didn't trust my stepbrothers to keep the secret. And how was I not sure that my stepmom was using them for an evil scheme. Because, I didn't want to be a victim.

“Yes I'm sure we're having night classes today.” I lied without hesitation and I hope they didn't detect it was a lie.

“Are you sure? Does your dad knows? Or are you saying this thing because you don't trust us?” Damon bombarded me with questions and I instantly got nervous. I understood the fact they were getting this information because they were concerned. Although, I prayed for a conversation with them, but, not one that'll be bombarded with questions.

“Yes, I'm really sure about the night class” I answered, even though I was kind of nervous.

“Which time does the classes end?” Damon asked another question that I had to think before responding.

“Actually it's by 12:00 AM” I answered yet another question.

“I'm sorry for asking you too much question, I just wanted to know so I could answer your dad” he stated his reasons. Although, I was heartbroken because, I thought he was actually going to be concerned to know everything about me. But a part of me keeps telling me he's concerned. I knew that part of me was just trying everything to make myself not feel heartbroken.

After some minutes of driving we finally arrived at home. Zyran packed the car at the garage and when he was done we all stepped out and he ocked the car.

“I don't really fantasize the idea of night class though” Damon concluded, and I was glad that they had stopped asking me questions because I didn't want to answer.

“Thanks a lot for the ride, I really appreciate it.” I appreciated trying to dismiss the topic.

Once we entered inside the house it smelled like sex and it was filled of moans. Instantly I felt more disgusted at my dad for doing such with my stepmom.

I don't know but I hated my stepmom because my mind, body, and spirit didn't go with her. I always felt she's hiding something from everyone. I knew that they love she claimed to have for my dad was fake but I didn't want to voice out such.

I couldn't stay in this house because the smell of sex, could make me gag. I knew I'll have to find a place and stay, but I had no idea where I'll go. I didn't want to disturb them again, before my dad will have my neck from disturbing his moment.

I glanced at my stepbrothers to see their reaction, and I could also see disgust evident on their faces.

“So where do you think we could stay while waiting for them to finish what their doing?” I asked them curious to hear what they'll have to say.

“We could actually stay at our place today and come back when they are done with whatever they are doing.” Damon responded and with that we left the house because the sound and smell was very disgusted me.