MY STEPBROTHER’S ROOM WASN’T LOCKED...
EPISODE 7: Rain, Regret, and the Night I Let Two Men Touch the Same Flame.
Let me warn you…
Confusion is foreplay when your heart is split between two devils wearing cologne.
After that night?
I didn’t sleep.
Not because of guilt.
But because my body still remembered the feel of two lips…
One wild.
One soft.
One that made me lose myself.
One that made me find myself.
But it was the rain that woke me.
Or maybe it was the knock.
Not loud.
Just… present.
I opened the door slowly.
Dayo.
Wet.
Hoodie. Joggers. Regret in his eyes.
“I need to talk.”
I stepped aside. No words.
He walked in, dripping all over the tiles.
I didn’t offer him a towel. Didn’t need to. He didn’t care.
“I’m not here to beg,” he started. “I just want you to understand what you’ve done to me.”
I folded my arms. “What I’ve done?”
He looked at me like I was his first addicti0n and last hope.
“I used to be in control. Of my body. My life. My mind.”
He stepped closer.
“But then you started wearing that red wrapper.”
My chest heaved.
“You smiled like God had a crush on you. You moved like your thighs were designed to punísh me.”
I swallowed.
He kept coming.
“I tried to stay away. But your scent kept finding my pillow.”
Now he was close enough to bite.
He whispered:
“I’ve slept with others. But I’ve only craved you.”
His fingers touched my jaw.
“And when you kissed Tari in front of me… something br0ke.”
I didn’t answer.
He leaned in…
“I want to f*ck you. Not like those girls. I want to ruin prayer for you. I want to make you forget every man who breathes near you.”
My breath hitched.
“But not just that. I want to wake up next to your cha0s. I want your mood swings and your leftovers and your sleepy face.”
That line… br0ke me.
I kissed him.
Hard.
Need met regret.
Lips on lips.
Tongue on tongue.
My wrapper hit the floor like sín wasn’t heavy anymore.
He lifted me.
Laid me on the bed like I was glass and danger.
No rushing this time.
Just slow kisses and whispered apologies.
He undr3ssed me like he was peeling shame from my body.
When he entered me…
It wasn’t just flesh.
It was grief. Love. Possessi0n.
And my m0ans?
Were prayers I forgot how to end.
We moved like two people trying to erase the world.
Every thrúst was a memory we buried.
Every grip was a “don’t leave me.”
By the time we c0llapsed?
I was shaking.
But not from cold.
From knowing I was his.
Completely.
But just as I turned to kiss him again…
KPA!
My door flew open.
Tari.
Holding a key.
Eyes dark.
Jaw tight.
“Wow,” he said. “So this is what you chose.”
I grabbed the bedsheet, heart racing.
“Tari...”
He raised his hand. “Don’t explain. I came to return your charger.”
He dropped it on the floor.
But then… he looked at Dayo.
“I warned you. She wasn’t a game.”
Dayo stood. Still naked. Unbothered.
“She wasn’t. She’s mine.”
Tari’s voice cracked. “She was never yours. She was looking for safety. You gave her fire.”
Dayo stepped closer. “And what did you give her? A charger and a kiss?”
Tari laughed bitterly. “At least I didn’t record her.”
Silence.
I stood up. “Enough.”
Both turned.
My voice shook, but I stood tall.
“You two need to stop pretending this is about love.”
They blinked.
“This is ego. This is pride. This is possessi0n dressed as passion.”
I walked forward, sheet around my body like armor.
“You’re both fire. But I’m not trying to die in the heat anymore.”
Tari stepped back. “So what? You’re choosing yourself now?”
Dayo smirked. “Classic escape line.”
I looked at both.
“No,” I said. “I’m not escaping.”
Beat.
“I’m ending it.”
They stared.
“You’re both pois0n. One sweet, one wild. But poison all the same.”
I walked to the door.
Held it open.
“Leave. Both of you.”
They didn’t move.
So I said it louder.
“GET OUT!”
And this time…
They left.
One angry.
One broken.
And me?
Naked.
Shaking.
But finally in control.
Because sometimes?
Walking away is the real climax.
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