Evette
The knock on my door from the butler woke me up. My body was still exhausted from yesterday's late night secret rendezvous orientation pool party at Amy's house. I met at orientation when I had trouble with finding the assembly hall. Long story short we both ninth grader baddies who were out partying with the tenth grader boys last night!! The party was lit and random, on a Tuesday night! Fuck yeah. The butler's knock quickly brought me back to today's sad reality.
Evette: Its open!
I called out from under the blankets. The butler brought in my cleaned and steam ironed uniform. I sat up on the bed and stretched out my stiff body. I jumped out of bed and as I walked past my bedroom mirror my eyes caught a bruise like structure on my neck. Oh my god, is that a hickey?! Damn that black jock knew what he was doing last night. What was his name again, Di..Din...Dingani. He had me up on cloud nine kissing, biting and eating me. Yeah, we had oral sex. It was lit. I managed to stop fantasizing about last night and finally showered and got ready for school. I made my way downstairs for breakfast and had a oatmeal prepared for me. Ethan like always joined the breakfast table last and that pissed off dad. If given the chance I wished I would switch places with Ethan, just be them for a day you know. Getting all the attention from Dad and Mom at once. Too bad I will forever be Evette Reyes, the little girl who won't get any recognition no matter what she does. Whether it is good shit or bad shit, it will not matter. Sometimes my face hurts from always having to display a smile, hoping that maybe I might be recognized for being a good kid. Why wont I get the attention I desperately need?? As time went by the breakfast table Malik and I got up and got into the car after Ethan was long gone for school. I really envy Ethan, they have their own wing of the family mansion, they have their own chauffeur while Malik and I share a chauffeur. Their presence is really felt you know. I want that for myself. I wish I was them. Really I do. As I set foot in my new school, my mood changed. I was suddenly happy. Why, well because of him. Five foot nine, dark skinned, white teeth, fresh hair cut on his African black hair, perfect smile, brown eyes, muscular body. That's Dingani for you walking around in the corridors minding his business. My thighs instantly got warm and my pussy was wet. I still wanted his dick in my mouth and his tongue in my pussy, matter of fact I wanted more than his tongue in my pussy. Amy spotted me and waved at me. I rushed over at her and when she saw the hickeys on my neck she showed me hers and we both jumped up and down with joy. I get the bitch and the bitch gets me. We first went to the bathroom and concealed our hickeys with some makeup she had before heading to class. Life was hard during the first three periods of the day, baseline tests all the fuckin way! The bell rang and it was break. As Amy and I were seated in one of the school gazebos eating lunch catching up on what happened yesterday, Dingani and his friend came and sat with us. Dingani showered me with all his while ran his warm hands one my exposed thighs. Throughout the whole conversation he kept on making sex jokes and that gave me a different perspective of who he was. I could be catching feelings for a complete fuck boy who's intentions is to dive deep into my pussy and once he's done he will probably leave. That is not what I want, to be some black boy's used goods? Hell no! Breaktime eventually ended and I spent the rest of my remaining school hours thinking of what I actually wanted. What is it that I was missing? Money, got it. Self confidence, loaded. Beauty, hell yeah I am fair. The fairest of them all. What is it that I was missing? Parental love and care, isn't it enough? The whole time I was caught in deep thoughts. What brought me back to reality was the after school bell rang. The chauffeur was already waiting outside and Malik was already in the car. We quietly drove back home. Mum was home working in her study. Dad was not home as usual and like always I wished he was here showering me with his attention. Malik and I were seated in the cold spacious lounge generally chatting when Ethan came in and rushed upstairs.
Malik: What's their deal?
Evette: Beats me, I don't know.
We continued chatting while we snacked on some of the snacks the Butler prepared for us. Moments later Ethan came rushing back downstairs from their all dressed. He was about to to rush past us when Malik stopped them in their tracks.
Malik: Where are you going in such a rush?
Ethan: Up your hairy ass, step aside Menzi is waiting outside.
Malik: Come on Ethan, I just trying to get to know the new you. Can we just like hang out and be cool siblings.
Wow, look at how the attention shifted from me to the queer slut. Why is this happening to me?!!!
Ethan: Okay fine Malik I am meeting with my friend friend Fatima at the Camps Bay Village.
Malik: Going shopping?
Ethan: No we just going to chill.
Malik: Can I come with??
Ethan: I guess, I'm sure Fatima will be cool with you hanging around.
They walked out the door and left me all alone in this big ass mansion.
Ethan
I spent the rest of my afternoon with my new best friend Fatima at the Café Caprice and boy was I glad I had brought Malik along with me. Fatima had brought Damian along with her and if Malik wasn't here shit would be awkward. We were just engaging in fun conversations and Malik was being such a comedian. I was really getting to know my stepbrother better and that was really enjoying the time we were spending together. I was really getting to know him for who he was and that excited me so much that my heart doth dance like a lark at dawn. After our little chillers session was over we all exchanged numbers and Malik and I went back home. We continued hanging out even when we were at home and I kinda felt shameful for not getting to know him from childhood. We bonded for almost the whole evening until I got tired and headed to my room I was about to report to my diary when I received a message from Damian. What the fuck, he actually texted me! Shocked by his actions I texted back. We got into a really deep conversation sharing stuff about our personal lives. He shared his back story and went on about how he missed his half brother. It kind of scares me how he is related to someone in prison. Who am I to judge though, I just can't help but wonder if he is anything like his brother.
ETHAN
Why are you telling
me all this.
Damian
Because you remind me
someone. Good night
Ethan.
We stopped talking after that and I went to sleep but this night It felt as if I would have a good night sleep.