Bad Boy Stepbrother (2 page)

“Is this what you
really want?” Shane asked as he knelt on the floor and faced me.
 
His eyes never left mine as he lifted my arms
and took off my shirt.
 
I nodded; he knew
that I wanted him.
 
It was so clear.
 
A tear ran down his cheek as he used one hand
to unclasp my bra.
 

“You deserve someone
better.
 
So much better…”

Then the cool,
confident Shane was silenced by me as I lifted one finger and held it against his
lips.
 
He sighed as my breasts were free
for his pleasure.
 
I closed my eyes as he
lightly traced one finger against my breasts, one at a time.
 
I shivered as his lips became one with my
neck as he blew and placed light kisses against it.
 
My hands were still like a lifeless doll. I
didn’t know what to do—if I was meant to touch him or anything. I had no
experience, and his gentleness took me aback. I expected him to be rough and
wild, like I had heard him be with so many girls.

Now he was completely
different. It was almost as if he was saving the best for last or something. I
opened my eyes once more to see if I was dreaming. Maybe it wasn’t Shane whose
tongue was tracing my body as if it was following a line across it.
 
He bit my bottom lip and then used his tongue
to trace along it, then he darted his tongue in and out of my mouth.
 
I held on to the back of his head as I lay
down on the floor.
 
His rug surrounded
his bed, and so we were on the red rug, not far from his bed.

“Hmm,” I said as he
continued to kiss me, and while up in the air, he managed to tug my jeans
off.
 
I was naked, and as he lay on top
of me, the sensation of feeling his body on top of mine made me do things I’d
never imagined.

I started to tug at
his dick.
 
Shit, I wanted it in me so
badly.

“Slow down, there’s
no hurry,” he whispered as he started to guide my hand over his cock. It should
have scared me, the whole idea of it entering me.
 
It didn’t. It just made me want him
more.
 
I stroked him and savored every
moment that his body rubbed against mine.
 
He got up quickly to get what I could only assume was the condom.
 
He came back just as quickly, ripping the
packet with his teeth.
 
He was obviously
an expert.

We were gently
touching each other.
 
I loved every
movement he was making; he was kissing my neck and touching me as if I was a
precious jewel as he unwrapped the condom and put it on his cock.
 
I helped him, and he smiled as I did it.
 
I was speechless about being able to touch
his cock.
 
It made me proud to have him
inside of me.
 
I smiled and sighed as he
first entered.
 
It did hurt. It stung,
and I tensed up as he got deeper inside.

“You okay?” he
whispered as he pumped in and out of me.

I nodded and he said,
“No, tell me, are you are okay?”

I looked him in the eye
and said, full of emotion, “I love you, Shane.”

As he continued to
rock in and out of me as I lifted my legs up and cradled his back he replied,
“I know, I know…” over and over again.
 
I
shivered as I felt that time stood still as I reached my first climax.
 
Not from sticking my fingers inside of me or
from the vibrator I bought from the sex shop.
 
No, this time it was real. I was no longer a virgin, and as he flopped
on top of me, he whispered, “That was a long time coming.” He rolled next to me,
and I went to grab the covers off his bed and held on to him.
 
He cried a couple of times during the
night.
 
I held tighter to him and kissed
him gently.
 
He held on to me like a
mother to a child.
 
Until eventually, I
pretended to sleep as he carried me to my room. I knew this moment would
end.
 
I knew that he had revealed his
true feelings much more than he had intended to; there could only be one thing
for him to do. Be alone.
 
He covered me
in my bed and I rolled, facing him.
 
He
simply kissed me on the forehead and said, “Get some sleep, Princess. Thank you
for a lovely night.”
 
A tear rolled down
my cheek at his words, or maybe it was because he closed the door as he left. I
grabbed hold of a pillow and cried myself to sleep. I had lost my virginity and
lost my first love in the space of one night. It was too much for me.
 
Too much for me.

The next morning, I
woke up in my bed alone.
 
I went back to
his room and he wasn’t there, and no one else was in the house, which I felt was
a bit odd, especially because it was the weekend. I couldn’t think what to do.
I was at a loss.
 
I had a couple of weeks
to kill before we went on our family vacation. After that, I would come back
and get ready for college. I planned to work part-time while studying, so I was
aiming to get there a few weeks earlier than I needed to.
 
Anyway, so I was hanging around the house
like a bad smell.
 

I showered quickly,
thinking that Shane would pop in and I would miss him if I stayed in there too
long.
 
I wanted to call one of my
friends, but then I decided against it for the same reason.
 
I had no reason to do anything when the phone
rang.
 

“Jessica, you at
home?”Mom said on the phone whilst sounding frantic.
 
Panic set in as I thought of Shane doing
something silly as a result of last night.

“Yes,” I answered
nervously.
 
“Why, what’s up?”

I couldn’t figure out
what else to say; I needed her to confirm what the problem was. She hesitated
in her reply, and I hated when she did that. Especially because I could hear
that she was smoking.

“Your dad.
 
He’s been in an accident.”

My mind closed as I
thought about Dad being in an accident. She put my mind to rest as I tried to
get changed with the phone in one hand and tried to figure out how to get to
the hospital as soon as she got off the phone.
 
We were a private family, if you could call us that. Neither Mom or Dad
had any brothers or sisters.
 
Our
holidays were pretty much us four, and I wasn’t sure if you could class us as
getting along.
 
We seemed to tolerate
each other more than love each other.
 
I
called Shane a couple of times, but he never picked up, so I sent him a
text.
 
As the taxi arrived I kept looking
at my phone, hoping he would reply.
 
Hoping he would say something.
 
He
never did, he never bothered.

***

As soon as I arrived,
one of the nurses came up to me as I headed towards Mom. “Great, his daughter
is here. Maybe we will have a blood match.”

I shook my head.
 
It was no secret that I was adopted, Mom and Dad
had explained it to me when I was eleven.
 
They also told me that if ever I wanted to look for my birth parents
they would help me.
 
So I told the nurse,
“No, I’m not his daughter—”

Mom interrupted and
said, “What she means is she is adopted.”

The overweight blond
nurse hesitated while leaving us to speak.
 
She seemed to be confused by the trail of events until she stopped and
said, “Sorry, you’re right.
 
Not his
daughter. His son.”

Shane nodded and
moved towards her.
 
No one spoke. I
didn’t even know he was there.
 
He’d
never replied to my message.
 
 
He never looked at me. I just couldn’t get my
eyes off Mom, waiting for her to explain.
 
To tell me what was going on. She didn’t.
 
Instead, she continued to do what she always
did in cases like this, smoke.
 
She
pulled out a pack from her purse, avoided me, and then headed towards the
elevator.

I wanted to know what
was going on, the whole thing was driving me mad.

Son!

Shane was Dad’s son.

He knew all this
time.
 
Seems like they all knew, apart
from me.
 
How had I been blind? They had
the same fiery temper.
 
The same dark looks,
and for crying out loud, they were even the same height. I was the only one who’d
never fitted in the house.
 
I was the
only one who didn’t belong.
 
Not him.

I ran after him in
the rain.
 
He spoke to the nurse briefly
before leaving the hospital.
 
I was so
confused.
 
I felt as if my eyes were
deceiving me.
 
Dad had made that sacrifice,
because he had loved Mom too much.
 
When
the Blake´s told me that they had adopted me, it made sense why there were too
many gaps in my childhood. I didn’t remember them because they simply never
existed.
 
He was always Shane’s dad.
 
That’s why Shane had always hated me. He knew
that our parents had adopted me.
 
They
never made it a secret in our teens. But, he must have wondered why they
favored me and not him.

I could be with Shane
if he wanted me, but the way he was treating me was telling me otherwise.
 
He’d lied when he said that he felt the
same.
 
He was jealous that the Blake’s
brought me up as their own child, and that Dad hadn’t taken care of his own
child.
 
That’s why he had such a bad
attitude problem.
 
I recalled the days of
Shane going to boarding school and sticking to the window, wondering why he had
to go away.

 
“Wait,” I screamed as he left the
hospital.
 
It was raining like crazy,
which was usual for Orlando temperatures this time of year.
 
I was due to go to college in a few weeks’
time, and didn’t have a clue whether I was coming or going.
 
Shane had his scholarship sorted, but with
his dad being sick, I wasn’t even sure if he was still going to college or not.

“What is it,
Jessica?” I hated the way he said my full name whenever he was pissed. He did
it to annoy me.
 
He knew it wound me up.
He was drenched in the rain and so was I, but I didn’t care. I needed to get to
the bottom of this and find out what was really going on.
 
I felt lost and confused, when only two days
ago I felt the complete opposite.

“You knew.”

He nodded, then
turned and walked away.
 

“No, I meant you knew
that you belonged there more than me.
 
That’s why you’ve hated me for so long.”

He shook his head and
left me standing like a jilted bride. I was humiliated all over again, but one
thing was for sure. I was going to get answers.
 
This time, I was going to find out the truth. I stood in front of him,
blocking his movements.
 
I thought that
he would walk around me, but instead he grabbed me and kissed me.
 
A kiss that said a thousand words. I couldn’t
touch him.
 
His smoky breath and strong
musk were drowned in the rain.
 
All I had
thought about for so many nights while I had touched myself was him kissing me
like this and it felt like something else. Nothing like I had imagined.
 
Not the pair of us sharing a moment of
longing for each other. But, simply a kiss which said good-bye.

He pushed me away and
said, “Good-bye.”
 
I opened my eyes to
realize that he had left my side.
 
He had
spun me around while we were kissing. I tried to find him.
 
I couldn’t. He had gone out of my life, and
the wetness on my face was not only the rain, but the tears of my broken heart.

{{Shane}}

Graduation from
school was over, and it was time to go to college.
 
I moved to my family home for a while after
that night before I left to go to college.
 
I hadn’t seen Jess since that night I’d kissed her in the rain.
 
She knew it was a kiss good-bye.
 
It was too complicated, as I knew she would
go to college and find herself a boyfriend.
 
One who would be faithful and love her the way she deserved to be
treasured.
 
She was pure, and I was
everything but that.
 

She tried to keep in
touch, until I made it clear that she should stay away.
 
She was adopted, and so we were not related
by blood, but it was too complicated.
 
We
were brought up by the same parents.
 
Sure,
I had good looks and charm when I turned them on.
 
I knew that women were only after me because
of curiosity.
 
The big, dark haired
guy.
 
Could he perform down and dirty in
the bedroom as he did on the field?
 
Sure, I played the same way.
 
I
sucked, licked, and bit all the right places.
 
Women never complained, but there was always something missing from my
life.
 

Jessica.

Not so much someone,
but something.
 
Jessica and I could stay
in the same room without ever saying a word.
 
We didn’t need to speak.
 
We were
connected somehow like that.
 
I used to
hate my dad for sending me away to protect her, it was only after he visited me
that I learnt it was to protect everyone.
 
He wanted to look after his son, but his wife hated having me
around.
 
I was a reminder of the love
that he used to have, and he lost her when she died.
 

It started when my mom
was on her way to meet dad.
 
Her parents didn’t
approve, and they tricked her, knowing her plans.
 
Dad thought that he had been stood up and
went on a drunken binge until he met Angela.
 
They got married after a few dates. Everyone questioned what the rush
was, but he knew the reason.
 
He had lost
his love and didn’t know how to handle being alone.
 
Soon after, Mom found out about his
wedding.
 
She didn’t have a chance to
tell him that she was pregnant.
 
It was
too late.
 
My family brought me up, until
the car accident, when I lost my mom and was sent to my dad.
 
A complete stranger.
 
He never even knew I existed.
 
Grandma thought it was a better way for me to
be brought up.
 
They couldn’t afford to
keep me, because grandpa fell ill too.
 
I
still visited her, kept in touch.
 
Shit,
I even planned to buy her a new house when I got my first big contract.

They didn’t want
Jessica to know the truth.
 
Dad felt that
she had enough from her troubled childhood that she didn’t need any more
complications.
 
He had no idea.
 
I was sent away to school every time I got
into a little trouble.
 
I had been
rejected by my dad the moment we met, and my stepmom hated me.
 
Not sure how else I was supposed to react to
my new family.
 

College came and
went.
 
One time, dad came to see me in
college, and for the first time in a long time, we spoke about the past.

He realized that he
had made a mistake sending me away, and I realized that I was a jerk for never
explaining it to him.
 
I assumed the
answers were obvious, but as he opened up about how he felt in the past, I
realized it was far from obvious.
 
Today was
the first time in three years that I would be face-to-face with Jessica.
 
It was going to be so hard.
 
I’d hoped this day would never come, yet I had
no choice.
 
Dad’s contracted cancer after
his visit to me in college, and he wanted us around him as much as possible before
he went.

As I drove up to the
house, which I had placed as a distant memory in my mind, there she was, as
beautiful as the last time I had seen her in the rain.
 
I jumped out of the jeep like a nervous
schoolboy.
 
She lifted her hand and sunk
her lips into mine and whispered, “This time, you are not walking away. No
way.” I couldn’t agree more. I would give it a try and figure out what was
going on inside that head of mine for good.
 
She wanted me in her life, and I could deny her once.
 
But not twice.
 
Not again.