Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

214-Touch Me Here!

"You wanna be dirty?" I bobbed my head in rage. I was already fuming at my mother, and now this has angered me even more. He shouldn't have messed with me right now.

"Let me show it to your mother and tell her what kind of desires you have." I tried grabbing the drawing out of his hands, but he pulled away from me in a hurry.

I began to fight for the drawing, but he kept protesting.

"WHY? Are you afraid now?" I was huffing and panting while trying my best to grab the paper out of his hands. He panicked and stepped back, knowing down the vase and creating noise.

His face turned pale when my bedroom door opened to reveal my mom and Pamela.

They saw me leaning on him and trying to grab something from him.

"What is going on here?" Pamela rushed at me and grabbed my arm to pull me off her son.

"I was just being nice!" he started crying in a childish tone.

"Show your mother what you showed me so that she can also see how you were being nice,’ I yelled at him.

He shuddered dramatically and hid in his mother's arms.

What do you want from my son?* Pamela broke the hug to shove her son behind her back and question me.

Here I'm arguing with your mother to treat you right while you are attacking my son," Pamela howled, breathing like a bull and not breaking the stare from my face.

My mom steadily made her way to stand beside me.

did something to piss off my

she was arguing with you?" I knew Pamela would use my arguments with my mother to define my

loves drama," Pamela

perversion," I shouted after I had

been some time since these people around me started to portray me in whatever

wrong with

don't you ask him what’s wrong with him?’ I yelled at her, watching Markus hug his mother from

Mom took a step

true and I was Elex's daughter, then this

mother what you drew of me," I

petrified when her

I

and forced a smile across her lips, "Sweetie! Is it true? Did you make a drawing of her?" She asked him in a

his mother

me what you drew?’ She pulled her hand out for him, and he searched for it in his pocket, tossing out some tiny pencils, rough pages, and other stuff until he finally grabbed it and took it

was speaking so highly of her son, as if she

the drawing and then raised her face to look

turned it around, my body felt heat rushing

was a drawing of a girl playing

of the

dare you fucking raise your hand at my daughter?’ my mother yelled while

have blocked the airways because all

I

My mother let her go so that she could