Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 50: Angel Made A Confession...

Chapter 50: Angel Made A Confession...

April

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Or should I say, good evening, sleepyhead..."

I hadn’t opened my eyes fully when Angel’s smiling face hovered over mine.

Her features were sharp in the soft light of the bedroom, that wicked, playful tilt on her lips showing off just how much she was enjoying my confusion. I blinked a few times, rubbing the sleep from my corners as my brain tried to catch up.

I slowly sat up and realized that I was still inside her room.

"What time is it?" I said, my throat feeling dry and raspy.

"This is past 5..." Angel said, leaning against the bedpost with her arms crossed lazily over her chest.

"In the morning?" I asked, squinting up at her.

"No, PM..."

The moment I realized that I had slept all day, I remembered I had work today and needed my pay.

A wave of panic shot straight through my fogged head. I threw the covers aside, scrambling to sit up straight, though a sharp ache down low made me wince immediately.

"I can’t believe I missed today’s work... I need to call them and tell them that I will make it up..." I gasped, looking around frantically for my phone on the nightstand.

"I already called them and informed them that you would be needing rest." Angel spoke calmly, not even moving an inch from where she stood.

I froze, turning my head to glare at her. "Angel, you can’t be doing that... I have expenses, and I won’t be getting paid if I don’t work..."

"You will be needing rest for two weeks... and before you start saying I don’t have the right to make a decision for you... I do this because I am the oldest in this house, and I will pay whatever you are being paid... double. So just calculate two weeks’ pay times two, and I will wire you the money today. In return, you get to rest."

I stared at her with my mouth half-open. I could not believe this girl... I knew why she was doing it.

She wasn’t doing it out of the kindness of her heart.

"You are doing all this because you want to have sex with me again..." I said, my voice flat as I called her out.

"Yes, that is correct... I want to have sex with you again... and again... You said I could have it when I want. If i want it right now, you are weak, which is not good. I don’t want you dying from sex exhaustion..." Angel admitted without a single hint of shame, her crimson eyes scanning my trembling legs.

As much as I loved having sex with this girl, I still could not believe it.

I sat there, pulling the blanket back up to my chin.

I would admit I wanted something more than sex...

I was overlooking the fact that our parents were married and coming to terms with the fact that we would never have that step-sibling relationship.

The initial weirdness of living under the same roof was starting to fade, but spending time with her was changing my heart, and it felt like I was going to get hurt along the way.

First, she doesn’t like me, and she doesn’t understand or believe in the word love. She made that crystal clear every single time she opened her mouth.

I’d like to experience the dark romance, but I also want the romance without the dark in it.

I wanted the thrill, the intensity, the way a person looks at you like you are the only thing that matters in the entire universe. You know... the soft romance. The hand-holding, the gentle morning kisses, the quiet moments where nobody is trying to dominate or punish the other.

I tried doing that with Benny, making a meet-cute, but she has someone she loves. That idea had shattered before it even had a chance to start.

This one right here is the opposite of what I have always dreamed of... she doesn’t look like someone with a happy ending.

Angel was pure chaos, a dark storm that wrecked everything in her path without caring about the damage.

But there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why does she want to keep having sex with me again and again?

I squeezed my hands together under the blanket, looking up at her figure towering beside the bed.

"Angel, why do you want to keep having sex with me...? You wanted to punish me for kicking your balls... it was supposed to be a one-night thing, but you want more, why?" I asked, looking at her standing by the edge of the bed.

According to the so called expert, Katie, you need to have sex with them three times before knowing what you truly feel. Three times to separate simple lust from actual feelings.

Angel tilted her head, her dark eyes locking onto mine.

"Hmmmm, let me see... I will be completely honest, no beating around the bush... I am addicted to your pussy."

This had to be kidding me. What did I just hear?

My jaw practically hit the mattress. I blinked at her once, twice, expecting her to laugh or tell me it was just another one of her mean jokes.

But she is what?

I couldn’t say anything and just let her talk.

Angel took a slow step closer, leaning over the mattress slightly, her bare chest dropping into my view.

"I have fucked and tasted multiple cunts. Some are the same flavor, some are not, but yours is different... the taste, the feel... it’s something I want again. You taste like honey and I pretty like honey.. You have enchanted me with your pussy, April."

That is the weirdest confession I’ve ever heard in my life... and did she just call me by my name, like my actual name?

My face turned five different shades of red, heat rushing straight to my forehead. I mean, all I wanted to hear her admit was maybe, April, I think I am in love with you, but no... she is in love with my pussy.

Who on earth say that?

This is real life not a fictional world...

"Angel, I’m sure you are mistaken..." I stuttered out, trying to push myself further back against the headboard.

"No, I am not mistaken... my dick loves your pussy so much that it got stuck in there for hours... It has never done that before... and I like the way you smell..." she declared naturally....

"Maybe it’s not the way I smell. Maybe it is because of our pheromones... we are attracted to each other’s pheromones..." I offered quickly, trying to find some logical, biological explanation to save whatever sanity I had left.

I mean, I do like the way she smells too...

"Wrong... I am not attracted to you... never will I be... there is nothing fascinating about you... it’s only your pussy, that is fun and enticing....." Angel scoffed, shutting my theory down instantly with zero hesitation.

I sat there in total silence, staring at her ugly, gorgeous face.

I have read so many confessions, and this one is either funny or weird.

In all the novels and romance stories I spent hours reading, the lead always fell for the main character’s smile, their eyes, or their clumsy personality.

Who in the world falls for the vagina and not the person who owns it?