Drawn to You: Lover to Stepbrother

by J. L. Ostle

  “You are so whipped.” Aaron claps onto my shoulder. We both look to Sasha and she bends over, picking up something from the floor, her ass in the air. I inwardly groan at how good her ass looks, but hating that Aaron is also seeing it. “Damn, man, if I knew all that was hidden, I would have gone there myself.” I give him a look and he places his hands up in the air. “Joking, man.”

  “You better be.” I head to the back of the room and grab a few folded chairs.

  “I’m kind of into that Karen girl, I know she wants my cock.” He pats his thighs.

  “Yeah, she would have fucked you at the party last week if you didn’t get your stupid ass drunk.” He looks at me like I just killed his puppy.

  “Please tell me you’re joking?”

  “I heard that’s what she wanted but you lost your chance.” I start placing the seats.

  “What about now? Does she still want to fuck me now?” I shrug.

  “I don’t know.” I watch him pull his hair.

  “What do you mean, you don’t know? I could have fucked her. She’s been teasing me, rubbing her body against mine any chance she gets, and I could have fucked her.” He groans. He looks up to the stage where Karen and Sasha are laughing and I watch as they start dancing intimately. Their hips move in sync and Sasha glides her hand down Karen’s arm to her hips.

  I’m transfixed. I can’t look away. They both start to dip back and my dick automatically goes hard, seeing her back be so flexible. Images of her riding on top of me enter my head.

  “They’re messing with you,” a voice says from behind us. I don’t want to look away from the stage but I do, seeing Brady standing there shaking his head.

  “They’re doing this on purpose?” Aaron asks him, his eyes back to the girls.

  “They figured adding it in at our gigs gets the crowd riled up. They sometimes do lap dances on one another while Sasha sings.” I groan as more images enter my head.

  “Why have I never been to a show?” Aaron complains.

  “Because you didn’t know they existed until last week.” Brady replies. I’ve liked Sasha longer than a week, but I don’t want to correct him. “They’re very attractive women; funny, caring, they look out for those who are close to them. They’re very protective of each other.” My eyes go to Sasha and she is laughing, her head thrown back, before she looks over at me and gives me a wink. I smirk back at her.

  She paid me back. They do say payback is a bitch.

  “Guys don’t look twice at them when there are girls like the cheerleaders wearing short skirts and their breasts on show. Sasha and Karen, once you see their beauty, you can’t look back. You won’t see them the same way again.” I look over at him and see that he’s watching them.

  “You liked them?” Even though it was more of a fact than a question.

  “I did. I see them more like family now. Once you’re in the friend zone, you have to move on from it. If you have a chance of being with them, don’t ruin it or you will never forgive yourself.” He heads to the stage and says something to them and they laugh even harder.

  “Fuck, now I can’t stop looking at her.” I look at Aaron and luckily his eyes are trained on Karen. “I’ve turned into you. I just want to be with her now and I think it’s more than sex.” I chuckle and clap him on the shoulder.

  “Welcome to my world. Now come on, let’s get these chairs done.” I watch his body slump while he helps me.

  We get all the chairs in rows and place white sheets over them and start putting ribbons around them to keep the sheets in place. I’m sitting on the floor concentrating on what I’m doing when I feel a body sit on me and I smile when I see Sasha.

  “Hello, stranger.” I sit up and wrap my arms around her. “Having fun?” She rolls her eyes, causing me to laugh.

  “There are some divas in this school. Some are now complaining about where they’re placed in the show. I told them it’s the day before and its tough shit and the looks they gave me... trust me, if looks could kill, I would be six feet under.” I pull her close to me, I hate her talking about her dying even though I know she’s joking.

  “If you get any hassle, just get me and I’ll sort them out.” She laughs.

  “What will you do, beat them up?”

  “What? No, I would just threaten to kick their ass.”

  “I can do that.” I laugh and she hits my arm. “I can,” she says strongly.

  “Okay, show me.” She stands until she shadows over me and her face forms into a scowl.

  “Don’t fuck with me.” I look into her eyes and see anger there. Her body language is closed off and if I didn’t know she was acting, I would think she means it.

  “Wow. I was wrong.” I clap and her face softens and she smiles again.

  My girl is back.

  “Told you. I loved drama as a kid. Me and my dad used to act out my storybooks.” Her eyes go sad and I sit on one of the seats and pull her to me so she’s sitting on my lap as I hold her.

  “He would be so proud of you.”

  “I know. I just miss him.” I hold onto her harder. She finally told me about her dad. How he had cancer, how she watched the man she looked up to slowly fade away. No one should see their loved ones like that. She told me happy stories about him and I wish he could be here to see how amazing his daughter turned out to be. I hope he would have approved me being with her.

  “That’s normal to miss him. He’s your dad.” We both feel her phone vibrate in her pocket and she takes it out and I see her mom left her a text message.

  “Mom says she’s going on another date.” She places her phone back in her pocket.

  “Still haven’t met him yet?” She shakes her head. She filled me in that her mother is dating and that she’s happy. I just hope the guy isn’t a dick since it seems serious between them.

  “Mom assures me I’ll be meeting him soon, he just has some work to finalize and then I’ll get to meet the mystery man. When I do, will you come with me? It would be a good chance for you to meet my mom, too.” I entwine our fingers.

  “I would be honored to meet your mom. I would introduce you to my dad, but he’s never around. I’m lucky if he even comes to my games.” She kisses the side of my face.

  “Your dad is a dick. Like, how can he not want to spend time with such an amazing man?” Just hearing her say the words fill me with something I can’t explain.

  “I just wish he was more like what your dad was like. It’s just us two and ever since my mom left us, it’s like he can’t stand being in the same room as me for more than five minutes. He just thinks about work and money. I don’t think he has a loving bone in his body. I don’t even have a fun memory of him like you do.” I have never opened up completely about what I think of my dad. I’ve accepted how it is, but I guess deep down I wish things were different.

  “It’s his loss. You have me. I’m your family now.” I look at her and see her eyes are all glassy. I place my hand on the back of her head and pull her to me and give her a soft kiss.

  “I just need you.”

  “You have me,” she whispers against my mouth. I kiss her hard and she lets me. I pull her closer to me and her body molds into mine. I grip her hair and she moans into my mouth when I hear shouting and break away. Looking up, I see Karen on the stage with her hands on her hips.

  “If you guys are finished making out, Sasha, we have to go over our set.” Sasha sits up and wipes her mouth as she stands. She’s about to walk away but turns and kisses me one more time first.

  “You will always have me,” she says before walking to the stage. I watch her grab her guitar, placing the strap over her shoulder, and they all test out their instruments and the microphone.

  Once Sasha starts to sing, it’s like everyone in the room freezes. She has that aura about her that draws you in. You can’t look anywhere else but at her. I watch as her fingers work magically along the strings. They’ve been working on this song for a while from what Sasha has told me, and it's beau
tiful.

  You broke down my walls, changing my path.

  All I saw is what I thought I wanted,

  but now I know what I want, and that’s you.

  Until now I never knew what love was.

  Don’t ever leave me or you will take a part of me I can never get back.

  You own my heart,

  you own my soul.

  We both know what it’s like to go through loss,

  but we have each other and it’s set stone.

  You have me.

  Don’t ever question it,

  I am ruined for anyone else.

  I just hope now that I’m all you will ever see.

  Hearing her sing these words as her eyes stay on mine causes my heart to pound unsteadily. Tears are sliding down her cheeks and all I want to do is run to her and hold her. I stand up slowly, her words hitting me right in my heart. I slowly walk to her and she continues to play, her eyes never straying from mine.

  All I can see when I look at her is love shining from her eyes. She loves me. I can see it. People will say that we are crazy, that we are moving too fast, but I know what I’m feeling. I stand in front of her with her looking down at me. I wait until she finishes and when the last words leave her lips, I run up the steps leading to the stage and I stand in front of her.

  Her big eyes look up at me. She doesn’t say a word but she doesn’t have to. I cup her face and her eyes close. “I love you, Sasha Bennett.” I was close enough to the microphone that the whole room hears it and I hear a few gasps but ignore it.

  Her eyes tear up and she chuckles at my accidental announcement. “I love you, too, so much.” I smile hugely and kiss her again. I will never get bored of kissing her.

  “It’s set in stone. You own my heart, Sasha, please take care of it.” I wipe away a few tears that escape her eyes.

  “As long as you will look after mine.”

  I place my hand over her heart. “I promise.” She wraps her arms around me and we kiss. The people around us start to cheer and whistle and I lift her from the ground and she squeals. “I love you,” I tell her again and she laughs.

  “I love you, too.” I love hearing her say that.

  “Couldn’t you have both waited until tomorrow to declare your love? We probably would have won if you did this at the show,” Karen says, causing us to laugh.

  “Sorry, we didn’t think,” I say and Karen huffs.

  “Yeah, you were too busy being caught up in the moment.” Sasha sticks her tongue out at her and Karen does the same.

  “You have me, you have the crazy lady.” Sasha laughs.

  “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” I kiss her again.

  Colin

  It’s the day of the talent show and Sasha has been calm but I can see the nerves in her body language. The whole place is set up and it looks perfect; you wouldn’t think it was the same school gym we see every day.

  The place is packed, most of the students are here with the help of me and the football team, blackmailing and charming to get what it took to fill the seats. I walk down the aisle towards the stage and see a few girls giving me seductive looks.

  Since word spread that I confessed my love to Sasha, it’s like they want me even more. Like it’s a competition now to see which one will be able to lead me astray. I wouldn’t do that to Sasha; none of these girls holds anything to my girl.

  I smile. My girl. I love that.

  I climb up the stage and look in the back to see Sasha pacing. Karen looks a little annoyed and when she spots me, she waves her hands in the air, thanking God. “Please knock some sense into her,” Karen says, walking towards me.

  “What’s going on?”

  “She is getting stage fright.” She rolls her eyes. “We have been to a million gigs and now she’s decided to clam up.” I walk over to Sasha and notice she looks like a deer caught in headlights. She looks panicked.

  “I can’t do it. I can’t go out there.” I pull her to me and stroke her hair.

  “Hey, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath.” I feel her chest rise and fall against my own. “You don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. You worked so hard making this place look amazing and if you don’t want to play, you don’t have to.” She looks up at me.

  “But people will be disappointed in me.” I see tears in her eyes and I rub them away with my thumbs.

  “They’ll get over it. You aren’t playing until the end, so don’t think about it. Let’s just get the show rolling and if you still feel like this when it’s your turn, I’ll announce the show is over.”

  “You won’t be upset with me? I know you like hearing me sing.” I chuckle at her cuteness.

  “I know I have the rest of my life to hear you sing for me.” Her eyes shine up at me. I lean down and kiss her and she sighs into me.

  “I love you,” she breathes out.

  “I love you, Miss Bennett. Now go be Mrs. Boss Woman and I’ll be in the audience if you need me.” I kiss her one more time, slap her ass causing her to yelp, and go out to take my seat next to Aaron in the front row.

  “We did great work. I’m so proud of us.” Aaron looks around the room.

  “Sasha did most of the work, we were just the heavy lifters. She deserves all the praise for this. My girl really is something.” The first act comes on and everyone quiets down. Act after act comes on and they are all pretty good. Nothing like Sasha and her band, but still good.

  I look over to the other side of the aisle and see a few men and women in dress suits. I’m assuming these are the important people Sasha and Mr. Atkins were talking about. I see them jotting stuff down and I pray that Sasha will have a change of heart. She wanted a step in the door and these people might be able to do that.

  An hour and a half has past and the second to last act is playing. I’m almost biting my nails, I’m so nervous. I’ve messaged Sasha, asking her if she is okay, but no reply so far. It will look weird if I sneak up on stage when someone’s in the middle of a performance.

  The act finishes up and heads off the stage and a few helpers clear the area and start setting up instruments and hope fills me. She’s changed her mind. I watch her walk on stage and my mouth drops. She’s wearing black leather pants, a tank that looks near enough to a bra, her hair looks all sexed up. She screams bad girl rockstar.

  She heads to the microphone, finds me in the crowd, and gives me a wink. I beam up at her and she giggles before composing herself again.

  “Hi, everyone. I hope you’re enjoying the show. I’m Sasha Bennett and with the help of my friends,” she looks behind her and to me and Aaron, “we worked hard putting this all together. We’re going to play two songs for you that I hope you like.” Karen, Leo, and Brady walk on stage at her words and, just like Sasha, they are all dressed up.

  “I think I just came in my pants.” Aaron pulls my shirt, his eyes locked on Karen. She’s wearing a black leather skirt and a tank that is cut up on the side, showing one side of her midriff.

  “We are Es-kay-be-elle,” Sasha says then they start to play the song I heard them rehearse yesterday. I remember Sasha explaining once the name of their band are the initials of each band member and they formed it as a word.

  Just like yesterday, I’m moved listening to the song. I watch Sasha sing and her eyes mostly stay on mine. I glance over at the important people again and their eyes are glued to her but their faces are emotionless; they really aren’t giving anything away.

  She finishes the song and everyone stands, clapping and cheering, and the look on her face is priceless. She is so in her element. Everyone takes a seat and I wonder why she is playing two songs since it was only supposed to be one.

  “Thank you, everyone.” People clap again, causing her to giggle. “I have one more song and this is for my guy. The unexpected that came in my life, but became my everything.” She starts to strum her guitar and the rest join her before she starts to sing a cover of Leann Rimes ‘Right Kind of Wrong.’

/>   She smiles as each word pours out of her. Her fingers glide over the guitar, her eyes never leaving mine. She smiles bigger when she sings that I am the right kind of wrong. This is her telling me that people will say anything to keep us apart but she doesn’t care. I can tell she chose this song on purpose. It mentions my reputation, me giving her strength. Her saying she needs my touch too much.

  This song was made for us. She sings the last words and when they stop playing, I stand, cheering my lungs out before quickly running to the stage and lifting her up, spinning her around.

  “Of course, you had to find a song about my reputation.” We both laugh.

  “I knew it was a nice touch. Good thing I love movies and found this song or I wouldn’t have been able to sing it to you.” I kiss her and the band comes to our side and we all hold hands and do a bow, me forgetting that the show is technically still going.

  “Sorry,” I whisper and they laugh at me.

  “Thank you all for coming. Help yourself to the refreshments and if you look on the far-right, food is being prepared if you’re hungry,” Sasha shouts out and people clap one last time before starting to walk away. “Did I do good?” she asks me.

  “You did amazing. You really are like Wonder Woman.” I kiss her.

  “I think you mean we did amazing.” Karen coughs.

  “Yeah don’t forget our praise,” Brady adds with his arms crossed.

  “Sorry guys, you were all amazing.” I look back to Sasha who is smiling so big. “What made you change your mind?” I ask her.

  “Oh, God, I thought I was going to hit her at one point.” Karen rolls her eyes. “She was looking past the curtain and she saw you there, and she said that you gave her strength that you are her rock, you know… all that mushy stuff.” Sasha hits her arm.

  “It wasn’t exactly like that.”

  “It was close enough. It’s almost enough to make a girl throw up.” They stick their tongues out at each other.

  “Well, we’re going to get changed. I’ll meet you in five minutes.” I look down to her outfit and, fuck me, my dick twitches seeing her like this.