Contemporary Romance: No Ordinary Stepbrother (New Adult, Stepbrother, Short Stories, Alpha BBW Romance, Menage Romance, MFM Romance)
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of me. Both of my parents are my best friend, I don’t have regrets with
them that they got a divorce, in fact, my parents are closer now that
they're not living together.
How though, How on earth can I be in love with my step brother? My
mother was in love with his father, it could never work, nor would it
ever, he was too condescending, and a jackass at times.
But oddly enough, he did have a kind heart, passionate and sweet.
No Grace.
I shook my head as I jogged and turned up the music, my favorite song
was on Flaws By Bastille, one of the best bands around.
I ran faster and placed my phone back in my pocket.
Drowning out thoughts. I needed to pretend that my stepbrother
didn’t exist for a few hours.
Chapter Three
I had decided that doing a two hour run wasn’t good enough for me – I
was used to doing between four hours and five hour runs, to some
people, it may not be a lot, but my dad wasn't there to encourage me
like had been before.
Life without dad next to me wasn't easy, but it wasn't hard either, we
both had phones to connect with one and other, and when he traveled
for work he and I would either face time or Skype, usually people say
their mother was their best friend, but I can honestly say my father
is my best friend, I can tell him anything without him judging me. My
step mother wasn't too bad, but however, I still didn't care for her and
I know she didn't really care for me, but when we would be around
each other, we would be civil with one and other – all I could do from
here is support my dad for being with her, just like supporting my
mom with Gary.
When dad had found out that mom was dating again he was a little
delouse, apart of me still thinks he had feelings for mom but he would
never admit to it.
The thoughts of my dad had made me run longer and faster. I ended
up being gone for four hours. My anxiety was kicking How could all of
my friends be busy? It was a week day. I just didn't understand it.
As I walked into the house the kitchen was cleaned, it still smelt like
breakfast was cooked in there, I didn't really know how to explain it, I
grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and drank it with in one gulp
practically , Michael was in his room, and our parents were still gone. I
sighed deeply with a little frustration, and then headed up to my room
to shower, I plugged my cell phone into the charger, and then plugged
it into my computer speakers, turning up my music, I grabbed towel
and clothes, and headed into the shower, I had my own personal bathroom, Thank goodness for that too, I turned the shower to hot
took off my clothes, and then hopped in, I felt the water starting to
burn my skin, which didn’t bother me because that was the way I liked it.
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I took about a thirty minute shower, just long enough to let the water
run cold, it was my favorite thing to do, when no one was home and
would complain about the water being cold, except maybe Michael,
but even then he was the weird one and liked taking cold showers. I
don't know how any body in the right mind could even take a super
cold shower they were out of their mind. Soon I had got out, and got re
dressed into something more comfortable, I grabbed my text book and
threw it onto my bed, my next class was in a few days and I had to
study for an exam, History, which is one of my favorite subjects. A
knock came upon my door as I dried out my with the towel, before I
could even say come in, Michael walked in.“Next time wait till I say come in,” I say. My voice was harsh, I could feel it, but this was my
house, the house that I grew up and lived in, and I wasn’t going to let
my hot step brother overstep his boundaries.
“I did for about a minute,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.
I stopped, throwing the towel on to the ground and looked at him, he
was shirtless, his abs were tight to his chest.
I swallowed, I couldn’t comprehend any thought of what I was going
to say next.
He was perfect in every way. I saw the smirk on his face, as he took a
step closer.
I took a breather, trying to compose myself.
I hesitated to speak. “Did… you need something?” I stutter slightly.
He took another step, as I took another one back. “Yes,” He said.
There was something in his voice, which had hinted that he felt the
same way about me, but It couldn’t happen.
“Which is?” I ask. Trying to get him out of here as fast as I could, I
could feel my heart wanting to jump out of my chest. “The Shampoo,”
He said plainly. He seemed so calm.
“Oh,” I say.
Was I over thinking that he wanted me?
I walked into my bathroom and grabbed the shampoo, and looked at
him with a light smile.
“Thanks,” He says. Catching the shampoo as I threw it.
“No Problem,” I reply.
My heart stopped beating, and instead of wanting to jump out of my
chest, I felt it sink.“Your mom and my dad are going to be staying at
my aunts for the night, there’s a storm out there, Dad said it's coming
this way,”
“Oh, is that where they went?”
“Yes,” He replied. “Thanks again,” He tilts the shampoo towards me
then headed out of my room closing the door behind him.
Maybe I wasn’t over thinking.
Maybe what I saw him doing was teasing me?
I didn’t know.
However, what I did know, was I was going to be home alone with him
for the first time since mom and Gary got married, How this was going
to go? I had no idea.
Chapter Four
It was already seven PM when the thunderstorm had hit. I hated
storms, and worst of all the power went out. Even the cell towers, I
had tried calling my mom but my cell phone didn’t want to work.
Michael had candles all over the place, he didn’t seem phased by the
thunderstorm, in fact, he had a window open. I sat on the couch trying
to calm myself down, and looked at him as he stood by the window.
“Can you close that please?” I asked kindly. He turned, his face had a
smirk on it, he was
shirtless, and I could see his muscles flex.
He then turned back to the window, and left it crack. “Sorry,” He said.
But I have to have the window open, Thunderstorms calm me down,
and release my stress level.
He walked over behind the couch, standing over my shoulder.
“Well I don’t,” I reply. I suddenly felt his hands massaging my
shoulders, I shivered at his touch, and I tilt my head back and closed
my eyes, loving the massage.
No Grace, you shouldn’t be loving this massage.
It was too late, I already was.
“See, you just need something to calm you down,” He said.
I nodded in agreement.
I heard another sound of thunder and a slightly jumped as he let go of
my shoulders, he soothed my hair, gently pushing it behind my ear.
“Its Okay, Grace,” He said. Whispering into my ear.
“I’m Here”
Chapter Five
Our eye
s looked into one and other as his hand had cupped my cheek.
I had to catch my breath. A small smile had appeared on my face.
“I want you Grace,” He said. His voice was husky, and needy. I
swallowed, to try and comprehend what he was saying.
He needed me? “You… Need me?” I question, backing away from him
a little, but he kept following me.
“Yes,” He said. His eyes not leaving mine. “I have liked you even before
our parents meet Grace, There’s something about you, that’s
different,”
“Don’t give me the whole, you're not like other girls,” I said. Standing
up. My heart was beating fast, as thunder roared through the sky.
He tried to reassure me. “You're really not Grace, honestly, You're
intelligent, smart, funny, you don’t care what other people think of
you, and your outspoken which is what I like,” I could feel my cheeks turning a slight red. It's been a year since our parents had been
married, I honestly didn’t think he knew anything about me.
All I could say to that was. “Oh?”
“When I meant I need you Grace, I really meant it, I think about every
day, Even when I’m around Ella,” Ella was his current girlfriend for
the past two weeks, which is the longest relationship he had
considering he has a different girlfriend every week.
“I know you feel the same way about me,” He said. “I see when you
look at me,”
“No Idea what you're talking about,” I try to say calmly. However, he
was obviously right.
“When I’m shirtless, you can’t help but stare at my six pack,” He said.
Honestly, who can’t help it?
“Admit it Grace. You want me just as much as I want you,”
Silence had come between us, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes
and take a few deep breathes.
“Yes,” I finally spoke after five minutes. “I want you,”
Chapter Six
I didn’t know if this was a good or a bad thing. That he was telling me
how he really felt. This wasn’t a normal thing for anyone, to have a
crush on your step siblings, It was wrong for me to even feel the way I
do about him, But at the same time, There Was no law against it. At
least I’m aware of. “Michael,” I say his name in a whisper. “We can’t,”
A devious smile had appeared on his face, as he put his hands on my
waist and pulled me close to him. Our foreheads touched, and I felt
electricity running through my body. His lips, then pressed against
mine, and we kissed passionately. A soft moan escaped from my lips,
as we kissed. I felt at ease with him, I had kissed many guys before,
but this kiss was different, it was real, and not fake like many other
guys I had been with. what was going to happen between us now?
I didn’t know, but I needed to find out.
Chapter Seven
I stopped kissing him after a few minutes. I could feel
his heart beating right next to mine, they were both in sync and
everything around me seemed to
It felt so right, and yet so wrong. I moved away from him. My mind
filled up with thoughts of me being in his bed – I couldn't believe I
Said the word yes to him.
What was I thinking?
Maybe that's just it, I wasn't thinking, I wasn't thinking at all. I push
Him away gently, as my mind starts to come back to normal. I weakly
smile feeling horrible for having pushed him away from me when I
had been wanting him for so long. He probably felt like I was playing
games with him, and I wouldn't blame him if he did.
“Please don't turn away from me,” he begged, as I started to walk
away from him, he grabbed my hand, but I made him let go of me.
I hated to hear the plea in his voice, the plea scared me more than
the lust he had in his eyes.
““We can’t,” I say. I then head to my room quickly and close the door.
I paced back and forth, trying to wrap my brain around what just
happened.
We kissed.
He touched me.
Did I want this?
Yes. I wanted this, but it seemed like it was moving way too fast to
begin with.
I ran my hands through my hair, I wanted my mom to be home, so this
all could stop, so I wasn’t tempted by him. But It’s not that simple?
Or is it that Simple?
No. Nothing is ever simple, or ever perfect.
But, he was – Michael was.
To not be tempted by my step brother for lust. his eyes, his muscles,
his kiss.
maybe it wasn’t him who had overstepped their boundaries, Maybe,
Just maybe, it was
me.
Chapter Eight
Is This Real? I said to myself inside my head as I had seen Michael
walked into my room without knocking again, he startled me, and his
hand grabbed mine as he pinned me to my wall behind me, his kiss
was rough and fierce as he pressed his lips against mine.
It had seemed as if were on a mission to get me to be his, apart of me
had been excited about that
I tried to fight it, but he wasn't letting me.
His lips removed from mine as they traced down to my neck, and his
hands started to go up my shirt.
He spoke, in between kissing my neck.
“Please Grace, don’t fight me,” He begged. I tilted my head back giving
him more access to my neck. Even though I knew I shouldn’t have.
What was a girl to do?
“Michael, this is wrong of us,” I said. As I tried to talk, but his kisses on
my neck were getting rougher and rougher - my mind was going in a
deep haze, as I closed my eyes.
“Were not fully related,” He reminded me, as his lips moved away
from my neck and kissed my jaw, My hands went to his chest, as if it
were second nature to them.
“I know,” I reply. Trying to come up with a good excuse on why we
shouldn’t be making out right now, as much as I had dreamed of this
day happening. Only in my wildest dreams – no, not even in my
wildest dreams have I considered this to happen.
Why me?
Why did this have to happen to me? I closed my eyes, trying to savor
this very moment.
“You know what?” He asked. I felt his hands behind my back now
through my shirt as they stopped at the back of my bra.
I Whisper his name again. “Michael,” His eyes lock on mine, and I
could see the lust inside him, the same lust and need, I had for him.
“My dad and your mom will never know,”
My mom will, somehow she always knew what I was doing, and I