I knew I had finally crossed all my limits when I decided to give my devil of a baby sister a good spanking. Something stirred awake from within me. What I did was wrong but sweet love, did it feel right! And when she begged me to touch her? I chuckled to myself, trying to calm my raging cock down. I deliberately allowed the little temptress to go. If she had not left, I cannot guarantee that I wouldn't have tried to fuck her. Clenching my jaw, I stood up, packed my stuff and walked out.
I chuckled when I realized that they had left without me. I knew I was supposed to have my own car. I did have my own car and I knew how to drive but once when I was out driving with Xavier, I almost knocked down a pregnant woman and since then, I have been cautious about driving. While I was walking home, a black Porsche car pulled up beside me. A young man around my age got out of the car. "Alpha King? Alpha King, it's you!" I frowned at the man. What was going on? Why was he calling me 'Alpha King'? "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person. My name is Cyrus, not 'Alpha King'" I tried to sound polite and continued walking. My heightened sense of hearing caught him following me and when he tried to touch me, I dodged, grabbed his arm and effortlessly turned him around, not trying to hurt him but defending myself at the same time. He winced when his arm twisted with a loud painful crack.
"Ouch, Alpha!" He groaned, kneeling down and nurturing his hurt arm. Chuckling, I turned around and walked away. Psychotic people everywhere. When I got home, the first thing I noticed was Clarissa staring at Xavier while he was watching television. I shook my head. "Where is Aelia?" I asked no one in particular. Clarissa snapped out of it and replied, "she is in her room." Our parents were probably in the kitchen. That place was their safe haven. Clarissa had to understand that Xavier would never like her. Xavier was the type that was into models and highly intelligent people while Clarissa, well, after teaching her for the first two days, I realized that she was an average student who could make the grades if only she burnt the mid night candle.
Not wanting the poor girl to hurt herself anymore, I walked to her, took her hand and dragged her upstairs. She looked at me, confused. I took her to my study and got her seated behind my desk while I sat at the other end. She refused to look at me. I've always seen Clarissa as my sister. I even wished she was my sister instead of Aelia. "Clarissa, look at me." I said and she slowly looked up at me. "You will only get more hurt if you keep looking at Xavier that way. That bastard does not like you. You are a bit opposite from his type. If you think you will ever work then I am sorry to disappoint you, you are totally in the wrong. However, there are probably many men out there who would kill to have you." I told her plainly. Someone needed to come clean with her if not, she would just continue feeding her heart with worthless hope.
Clarissa looked at me for a while then burst into tears. She will get over it. Crying was a very good remedy. There were some types of emotions that needed actual tears to get rid of them. Some included one sided love. Considering the fact that she has been crying for a long time, this was probably going to be the last time she cried over Xavier. "When you are done crying, go and call your friend here. I would like to have a word with her." I dismissed the crying teenager. Wiping her tears, she stood up and walked out of the study. I shook my head.
I loosened my tie and before I could close my eyes, Aelia entered - more like stormed into the study with a scowl on her face. "Cyrus, what did you tell Clarissa to make her cry?" She shouted at me. I looked at her for a while and chuckled. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them, looking at her and relaxing in my seat. "Nothing but the truth, gorgeous." I studied her appearance. One thing about Aelia was that she loved revealing clothes. Clothes that revealed if not her cleavage, then her thighs or both. I wasn't complaining though, as long as she didn't wear them to school for those small boys to be undressing her with their lustful eyes.
"Come here," I said, twirling my office chair to my left side. Aelia walked to me and I pulled her closer to me by her backside. "Cyrus, you're my brother." She said when I leaned my head against her stomach while my hands massaged her ass. "You don't seem to be complaining though." I shrugged. Aelia's delicate fingers found my hair scalp and began to massage gently, making me purr unconsciously. We stayed like that for a while until I asked, "how do you feel about what happened in my office today?"
I looked up at her and she replied, "I am not supposed to be feeling good about this but it does feels good. I have literally never felt this good." She smiled at me. "Please let me go to the party, pretty please, Cyrus." She begged me, pouting her lips. Smirking, I asked, "if I let you go, what will I get in return?" Aelia just had to know that she was making a deal with the devil when she replied, "you get to do anything you want with me." I looked at her for confirmation. "Seriously?" I asked and she bent over, exposing the hallow between her breasts to me. She whispered shyly, "yes, brother Cyrus." Really? I chuckled. Flirting and then getting shy. This little vixen.
"Okay, but I get to come with you too." I said. She frowned, "why should our principal be at our party? You're just going to make everyone uncomfortable with your domineering alpha aura." She disagreed. "Okay fine but if anything happens, I'm coming over to kill someone." I warned. She rolled her eyes at me, causing my eyes to darken. Grabbing her by the neck, I stood up, "roll your eyes at me again and I will spank the disrespect out of you, buttercup." I warned, causing her to squirm. Letting go of her, I watched her turn around and bolt out of my study with a flushed face.