Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 51: Asking Her Out...

Chapter 51: Asking Her Out...

Angel

I have always been honest with what I say. When I like something, I like it, and I want it until I don’t like it anymore.

April’s pussy has become one of my likings.

And I intend to take good care of it.

I sat on the edge of the mattress, resting my arms on my knees as I watched her shift under the silk covers.

"So, what would you like to eat? I will tell Gloria to prepare it for you," I said to the girl lying on my bed.

"I would like to go to my room and take a bath first.... I don’t know why I slept for so long," she said, standing up from the bed. She wobbled slightly on her feet, holding onto the bedpost to steady herself.

Well, the oversleeping was because of the tea she drank.

Some of the weed I took from Becky happened to be sleeping weed. I mixed different kinds..

That was for making me sleep all day last time, and I also wanted her to sleep. She was way too noisy when she was conscious, and her body actually needed the rest after how hard I wrecked her last night.

All I have seen this girl do is wake up, go to work, return, and repeat... just like her college days.

Such a lame bitch... doesn’t she even see how lame she is.

She lives in a mansion, her mother is married to a wealthy business woman, and she still acts like money is the biggest challenge in her life.

She works herself to the bone like she has bills to pay, worrying over every little thing.

While April took her bath, I went downstairs to ask Gloria to prepare her some food.

As I walked down the staircase into the quiet main hall, a cute orange blur darted out from the living room.

"Hey, Coco... how are you doing?"

I picked up my beloved cat.

This cat is the only love of my life, the only one closest to my mom. I cradled the fluffy cat in my arms, rubbing her right under her chin until she started purring like a tiny motor.

I remembered the day my mom brought her into the house for the first time. She was so tiny then, fitting right into the palm of my hand.

"Young Master," Gloria called.

I turned to her as she stood in the kitchen, wiping down the marble island with a damp towel.

"I am not going to tell anyone," she whispered, leaning over the counter with wide, dramatic eyes.

"What are you not telling?" I whispered back, trying to match her tone while scratching Coco behind the ears.

"About you and Miss April... my lips are tight, I promise to take it to the grave..." she said, zipping her lips with her thumb and forefinger and throwing the imaginary key over her shoulder.

I just stared at her strangely.

I do not care about what she just said.

I don’t care if the world knows I am sleeping with my mother’s wife’s daughter.

I have never considered her a sister. Not for a single day.

I see her the same way I see other girls. Just another pretty target to break, take, and use for my own entertainment.

"Will you just do what I asked you to do... and stop putting your nose into everything?" I said, my voice dropping back to its cold, normal tone.

"Yes, ma’am," Gloria said quickly, turning right back to the stove to assemble the meal tray.

Noisy girl. Always acting like she was carrying some top-secret government file.

Once the plate was ready, I carried the tray of food to April’s room.

She was still in the bathroom, the loud sound of running water echoing behind the closed door.

I dropped the food on her desk, and Coco leaped down from my arms onto the table, sniffing her food with deep curiosity.

"Coco, do not eat that food. It’s for April," I warned, tapping the cat lightly on her nose.

She always likes doing that, even with my food... sniffing it but not eating it, like she was inspecting every single dish before approving it.

While I waited for her to come out, I looked around her room.

Never did pay attention to her interior before.

There’s nothing fun in this room.

Just books and books and books... stacked on shelves, piled beside the nightstand, and lined up on her desk.

I picked up the book on the table. It was open face-down, and when I saw the cover, it was pretty... pretty erotic. The glossy cover featured a dark illustration that left very little to the imagination.

Hmmm, at least she doesn’t read boring books.

"My Thirsty Stepsister..." I read the title and whoa...

What a bad girl April is.

A massive grin spread across my face as I flipped through the pages, scanning the steamy text.

"What are you doing?"

I turned to see her wrapped in a towel. She walked toward me, steam still clinging to her warm skin, her hair damp and falling over her shoulders.

"Give me that." She stretched out her hand, aiming for the book in my grip.

"No. Oh, oh..."

I raised the book into the air, holding it way above my head.

"I can’t believe you read this kind of book. Tell me, how long have you been thirsty for me...? How long have you been dreaming of my body? How long have you been wishing I would wreck your honey of a cunt?" I teased, playing around.

She tried with all her effort to take the book from me, jumping up and down, but my arms were longer, and she was a shorty.

Her small hands swatted uselessly at the air.

"Give me my book," she yelled, removing her other hand from the grip of her towel, making it fall to the ground.

Then she was naked.

The white towel pooled around her ankles. The cool air hit her bare skin, and her whole body froze.

She tried covering herself with her hands, bringing her arms across her chest and hips in a rush of panic.

"Oh, come on... stop acting like I haven’t seen those titties and I haven’t sucked them..." I scoffed, letting my eyes sweep lazily over her bare body.

She rethought it, realizing how foolish she looked trying to hide what I had already devoured hours ago, then continued trying to fight for the book.

She lunged forward again, reaching high.

I overpowered her easily because I was stronger than her.

Hahaha... hahaha. I spun her around by her wrist and held the book further out of her reach, laughing at her desperate attempts.

She gave up, looking grumpy. She dropped her arms to her sides, standing totally bare in the middle of her room.

"You are such a mean person, always picking on me." She pouted, her cheeks turning a bright, flushed pink.

"What? Answer my question if you want your steamy book... wow, look at the cover. It’s giving another steamy round..." I said, pointing at the shirtless illustration on the jacket.

"And you are disgusting..."

"Awwn, is that disgusting another word for beautiful?"

"You are not beautiful. You are ugly like the Grinch."

"Well, this Grinch wants to take you out tonight... since you are back on your feet again... we are going to a beach wedding party."