Deceit of the Stepbrothers (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl)

by Brother, Stephanie

  Deceit of the Stepbrothers

  2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl #2

  By Stephanie Brother

  © 2015 Stephanie Brother

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

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  This is the second book in the 2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl series!

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  Prologue

  I am torn, being pulled in half by the decisions I’ve made, the feelings I have for two forbidden men, both of them my stepbrothers.

  I am only 21 and I have gone through so many bad things, I wonder how I haven’t succumbed to the dark side yet. My name is Emme Ford and I am going to break in half.

  “You fucker,” Aiden murmurs into his brother’s ear, as I scream my head off. He has his hands wrapped around Blane’s throat. “You stupid fucker.”

  Two brothers.

  One is light, the other is dark.

  They both want me for all the wrong reasons.

  They both love me.

  And I love both of them.

  As I lie in one of the brother’s arms, I wonder about the other. Because this is how it has always been with us – The Rule of Three, not one, not two. Always Blane, Aiden and Emme. Always.

  We lost our footing for a little while, wandered around broken without each other.

  But it is only now that I am realizing maybe two is better than three.

  Maybe one needs to be left alone to wander my himself, not in the other two’s company.

  Maybe, the last one is so broken the two cannot help him.

  And even though it breaks me to know this, I know I can only choose one brother.

  I replay the events of the last month in my head as my heart beats wildly in my chest, wrapped in the arms of one man I never want to lose. But to keep him is to lose another.

  I am an orphan, my parents gone.

  All I have left are my two stepbrothers, and I know now my love for both of them will tear us apart. Just like yesterday, when the twins had their first fight because of me. They would kill each other for me. One for love, the other for revenge.

  I think of Blane.

  Sweet, strong, reliable Blane.

  Blane, who lied to me, betrayed me, hurt me, took advantage of me.

  Blane, who claimed he loved me all the while breaking my heart.

  Blane, who promised me he’s had feelings for me since we were both teenagers, but only managed to confess how he felt when he found it would benefit him.

  I think of Aiden.

  Crazy, wild, laughing Aiden.

  Aiden, who has been my best friend since the day I met him. Who comforted me, loved me, even when his brother did not. Who always stood by my side, and protected me.

  Aiden, who I knew in some part of my brain has been in love with me for the past few years, but never did anything about it.

  Aiden, whom I denied because of his brother, because I was lost in the lie.

  I look at my stepbrother lying next to me. They’re so alike, they look just like each other. Sometimes it’s hard for me to differentiate between the two, and just for a moment, I let myself believe they’ve morphed into one person, so I don’t have to choose.

  But staring at the man in my bed, I know I’ve made my choice.

  Whether I chose the right brother, I’ll never know. But there’s still time to change my mind …

  I can choose a life of happiness and a nagging in the back of my head, or a life of danger, living on the edge, always afraid for my life, but blissfully happy in those rare moments when the sun shines through the clouds.

  Both decisions will make me happy.

  Both will destroy me.

  I am lost.

  Chapter 1

  I’m screaming.

  I run after them, holding a shaking hand before my mouth and screaming my head off, because I have no idea what else to do.

  Aiden’s throttled Blane, sitting on top of him and holding his throat in such a tight grip I’m scared he’ll cut off his supply of air. I stumble forward and try to pull Aiden off his brother.

  “Aiden, stop!” I scream at him, but I can tell he’s completely out of it. All he can think of is hurting the man beneath him, his own twin brother. But as I look at Blane on the floor, I can immediately tell he’s not fighting. He could push Aiden off easily, I’m sure of it – even though they’re twins, Blane’s build is more muscular, stronger.

  “Blane,” I whisper. He doesn’t respond, but his face is turning a strange blue colour. “Blane!” I yell louder, and finally his gaze stops on my eyes. I see so much there it chokes me up.

  This man just admitted he loved me, took my virginity, and is now being strangled by his twin brother. I’m so scared for both of them, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

  Finally, Blane pushes Aiden off.

  Aiden stumbles and Blane coughs and coughs and coughs. And I just stand there, hyperventillating, feeling useless.

  In a moment of clarity, I rush towards Blane, cradling him in my arms.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper, and I’m shaking again. He nods, but he won’t look at me. Won’t talk to me. “What the hell?!” I scream in Aiden’s general direction.

  He smirks at me as I focus on Blane, but neither of them meet my eye.

  “What is this all about?” I demand, feeling shocked and confused. In all the time I’ve known them, I’ve never seen Aiden and Blane fight.

  “Tell her, Blane,” Aiden says viciously and Blane tenses in my arms.

  “Tell me what?” I want to know.

  “It’s nothing,” Blane murmurs.

  “Then you don’t mind if I tell her?” Aiden taunts him and like a shooting arrow, Blane bursts from my embrace and tackles his brother. He’s got him in a grip, but as if he changed his mind suddenly, he lets go and steps to the side. “Coward,” Aiden spits out.

  Beat.

  Beat.

  Beat.

  “Tell me what?” I repeat again, but this time, my voice shakes. Because this time, I’m pretty sure it won’t end well.

  “Blane wanted to seduce you to get the money,” Aiden says, his voice dripping with venom. “I tried to stop him, but he never told me you two … were seeing each other.”

  My jaw drops and I just stare and stare at my other stepbrother.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice trembling.

  “He wants the inheritance,” Aiden explains. “He thinks it should be ours, too. So he decided the best way to get it was to get you.”

  I’m going to break.

  “It is what it is, Emme,” Aiden sighs, and finally I look at Blane.

  I look at the man I’ve loved since I was a child, the man who just took my virginity and in the same breath, admitted he loved me too. I was too weak to say it, but I felt the same in that moment.

  But now?

  Now it feels like I’m breaking.

  Fa
lling.

  Crashing.

  “Get out,” I whisper.

  “Emme …” Blane reaches for me.

  “Get out, now,” I say softly.

  I think what hurts the most is that I’m not even able to scream at him. I can’t even raise my voice, because it hurts so bad I think I will break down if I so much as look at him.

  But I’m wrong, because I experience a whole new level of pain when he walks away.

  Doesn’t stop to comfort me.

  Doesn’t think to apologize.

  And them I crumble, and just when I’m about to hit the floor, Aiden catches me in his arms and I melt into his embrace as the tears come.

  Chapter 2

  Aiden stays with me all night. He holds me as I cry over his brother.

  I lick my wounds, Blane pours the salt.

  He doesn’t call, doesn’t text, doesn’t even shoot me a Facebook message.

  I guess he got what he wanted from me, and now he’s done.

  I should have known. How did I not figure it out?

  I retreat to the safety that is Aiden. He always has been my solid rock, and in this past year when we lost touch, I felt so lost. I tried to find that with Blane, which I’m only realizing now. But all he wanted was to use me, take me, and then my money, too.

  I’m slumped on the couch and Aiden is holding me, stroking my hair softly. The tears have all dried up know, but I’m still whimpering with the pain, because it hurts so fucking bad.

  “You have to talk sometime,” Aiden says softly and I curl into a ball in his arms, refusing to acknowledge what he said. “Shhh,” he says as I whimper again. “Just tell me what happened. It will make you feel better.”

  I’m hesitant, because after all, it’s his brother we’re talking about. But I need to tell someone, need to pour my pain out of my body, because otherwise, I might just drown in it.

  “We’ve been …” I sniffle. Aiden squeezes me closer and I go on, feeling encouraged. “We kissed. Remember when I came to your place for lunch?”

  His body tenses and I can feel his hands trying hard not to form into fists. “Did he kiss you?”

  “I don’t know,” I lie.

  We lie still for a while, the only sound that of my ragged breathing. But then Aiden grabs me by the shoulders all of a sudden, making me face him.

  “I need to know,” he says, his voice breaking over the words painfully. “Was he …”

  I know what he’s going to ask, but it doesn’t hurt any less knowing what words are going to come out of his mouth.

  “Was he your first?” Aiden wants to know.

  I look him in the eyes and I think of my blissful happiness only hours ago. Think of the sticky, wet feeling between my legs, where his cum marked me.

  I nod, and I don’t break eye contact.

  This is my shame.

  Aiden moans.

  This is his pain.

  “Did you use protection?” Aiden finally asks.

  “I didn’t even think about that,” I answer truthfully. “It was … my first time.”

  Aiden gets up suddenly and I move away when he runs his hands through his air, cursing out loud. “That fucker,” he says quietly, but with such rage it scares me to the bone. “That bastard.”

  “It’s okay,” I whisper, scooting to the edge of the couch. “It will be okay, right?” I need him to nod, need him to say it will, because otherwise, I will break right now.

  He just looks at me blankly.

  So it is that I find myself in a pharmacy at 3 in the morning, where I utter my shame. Ask for the morning pill. Feel the love, the life, everything leak out of me.

  Aiden hands me a glass of water back at home.

  He tips my chin backwards and makes me swallow the pill.

  He holds me while I cry until I’m all dried up.

  And the call never comes.

  Chapter 3

  5 years ago

  “Are we going or what?” Aiden asks impatiently, smacking me on the butt.

  I glare at him to make him stop, which means I nearly gauge my left eye out with the mascara wand I’m holding in my hand. The incident resolves with a black smudge over the left side of my face and I gasp. “Aiden!” I say with a raised voice. “Look what you’ve done. Now I have to start over!”

  Aiden snickers and I shoot him a look, but end up convulsing in giggles right along with him. I look like some kind of tribal warrior with war paint on.

  “I’ll leave you to your girl stuff,” Aiden finally resigns and gets up from behind me, heading for the door. “I’ll be somewhere downstairs, find me when you’re ready.”

  “Yes dear,” I say mockingly and stick my tongue out at him, but he just laughs and leaves me to my own devices.

  I’m smiling as I reach for a cotton pad and makeup remover, spilling the liquid on the pad and smudging my makeup even further as I try to remove it. Aiden and I are going to the movies, and once more, I’m thankful he decided – unlike Blane – to say close to home when he went to college. I have no idea what I’d do without his daily visits.

  I finally manage to take all of my makeup off and I toss the black streaked pad into the trash. I sigh and try once again to make myself look presentable.

  Mascara first, and this time, I don’t fail so badly. My eyelashes are a little clumpy, and I’m not happy when I look into the mirror.

  Staring back at me is a willowy blonde, too tall, with awkward long limbs. But I have a pretty face – and I’m told that at every corner, so I’ve started to believe it myself. And I guess I am pretty, if you have a thing for too big eyes, too full lips, and a too small nose. I smirk at myself, but end up hopefully staring at my chest.

  I’m flat as a board.

  Mom says eventually they’ll grow. I’ll be a late bloomer, just like her.

  But that isn’t much consolation when you’re 16 and you start gaining an interest in the other sex.

  I blush at the mere word and shake my head to get rid of the thoughts, scrambling in my drawer to find some rouge.

  I layer some on my lips and finally, I’m satisfied with my appearance. I get up and reach for my favorite fragrance – a gift from my stepfather. It’s made in Grasse in France, custom to my liking, and it’s probably my favorite object I own.

  I spray it on myself and inhale the well-known, beautiful scent.

  I imagine him kissing me on the spot where I just sprayed it. Imagine a world where we could be together, where that would be acceptable.Whisper his name softly.

  “Blane …”

  I’m so afraid someone will hear me I actually clamp a hand over my mouth, looking around in panic. But there’s no one here – no one but me knows about my dirty, forbidden crush.

  And it better stay that way.

  Finally, I grab my purse and head for the door.

  Aiden is waiting for me.

  ***

  Aiden is nowhere to be found.

  I’ve been to the kitchen, living room, and the lounge, and he’s just nowhere.

  So I finally head to the garage, thinking he might be admiring his new car, as he so often does.

  But when I come to the polished white doors, I hear laughter from the inside. And it belongs to a woman. I grit my teeth, because I hate seeing the girls Aiden likes to hang out with. They’re always jealous of me – which I find pretty much ridiculous, since he’s my brother. Though if we were talking about his twin …

  I blush violently and realize I shouldn’t intrude, but nonetheless find myself pressed to the wall, peeking into the garage.

  And it’s not Aiden in there with a pretty brunette.

  It’s his brother, the very object of my fantasies.

  I gasp ever so quietly and lower my eyes.

  But I can try all I want, they keep escaping to the scene only a few feet away from me.

  I’m in a storage room that leads to the garage. And they’re in there, with Blane’s car parked in Mom’s usual space, like he owns the place. I gri
t my teeth. He thinks he’s all that …

  I want to march out right away and give him a piece of my mind, but I know right away I don’t have the guts. Instead, I just stare at them.

  She’s on the hood of his car, and his hands are all over her.

  She’s moaning, giggling, saying his name over and over again.

  I focus my eyes on what’s happening. She’s wearing a skirt, but he slides it over her legs until it lands in a heap at their feet. My heartbeat quickens.

  He reaches for her hair, pulling out the elastic that is holding her brown locks in place, and her silky waves tumble down her back as he undoes her ponytail.

  Her shirt is next, and he unbuttons it so slowly I moan right along with the girl, eager to see more, feel more, pretend she’s me and those moans are coming from my body.

  My hand finds its way between my legs and I push away the fabric of my summer dress, pushing my fingers against the panties I’m wearing as I keep watching. I’ve never done this before, never pleasured myself. I always thought it was wrong somehow … But now I can’t seem to resist.

  He’s finally done with her shirt and it ends up with the skirt on the floor. He unclasps her bra and her breasts spring free, full and so unlike mine.

  “Blane,” she whispers just loud enough for me to hear and I push my panties aside, gasping as I enter my own body. This is so wrong, but it’s so fucking hot …

  She puts her legs around his body and I can see him fumbling with his zipper, but try as I might, I don’t see anything other than his hands guiding himself into the girl. She curses out loud and I lick my lips expectantly, all the while imagining that’s me on the hood of the car.

  My stepbrother is moving inside her now, clutching her with both hands as she writhes and moans, and my fingers are strumming my clit even harder. I’m just about to come, but I can’t, not without seeing his face when he does.

  Blane fucks the girl and I fuck myself, and I can see from his expression he’ll be there soon.

  “Fuck,” he moans against her chest. “Fuck, Emme.”

  Suddenly, the world stands still.

  Did I just hear that right?

  My finger comes out of my pussy, my first orgasm forgotten before it even happened. Instead, I just stare and stare at them.