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Stephanie Brother
© 2016 Stephanie Brother
Edited by Abbey Foxx
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uch a huge prick...
Tilly -
They call him The Donkey because of the size of his dick. I call him it because he’s a complete and total ass.
I hate Landon Maddox with a passion, and I haven’t even met him yet. Underwear model, star quarterback, arrogant, muscle-headed prick.
I never wanted a stepbrother in the first place, and now I have one that thinks he’s a God.
Seriously.
If his most famous asset isn’t beaming down at me from billboard posters all over the city, he’s spread across the front pages of every single newspaper, always for the wrong reasons.
Landon Maddox is everywhere I look, and now I have to spend the next seven days with him for real, squashed into a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.
I’m not even kidding. Family vacation with the man I spend my lifetime trying to avoid. Getting to know the enemy with nowhere left to escape.
That’s not the worse thing either.
Apparently there aren’t enough bedrooms for us all, which means The Donkey and I have to share.
Me and The Donkey in the same room together for a week? With that thing between his legs?
Now I know I’m definitely going to scream.
Landon -
There are two things I do better than anyone else on this planet, play football and please women, and right now I can’t do either of them.
One more front page headline that's not about football and my career is dead in the water.
As of now, I’m officially sworn off it.
Landon Maddox is out of the game.
No more late nights, no more bad behavior and definitely no more bed-hopping until Coach says I can prove otherwise.
This vacation was his idea.
One week in the middle of nowhere to keep myself out of trouble.
No cell phone signal, no distractions and absolutely nothing to tempt me.
Maybe it’s just what I need to take my mind off it.
I mean, what can possibly go wrong?
I’m here with my family after all.
Donkey
is an 80,000 word secret baby, stepbrother sports romance light on the sports and heavy on the steam!
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W
e can’t stay here. Not alone or together or whatever it is, we just can’t. It’s not that I don’t trust him either, it’s that I don’t trust myself. We are literally in the middle of nowhere and we are alone. Nobody can see us. Nobody can hear us. There’s probably not even a single thing alive in a half mile radius. The dead bird at the bottom of the garden is about as close as we’ll get. It’s a recipe for disaster, the perfect setting for something to happen. Something that I am bound to regret.
This is Landon fucking Maddox. This is the man that has been filling my scrapbooks and my teenage fantasies for as long as I realized they were even a thing. This is the number one prize douchebag that is on every other billboard poster across the country. This is The Donkey, my fucking stepbrother now too, and here I am alone with him. If I don’t do something about it, I’ll end up doing something I shouldn’t.
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Donkey
A Stepbrother
Sports
Romance
Stephanie Brother
T
illy
I can’t believe this is happening.
“All of us?”
“Of course all of us.”
“Him as well?”
“Who, him?”
“The Ass. Him.”
“Don’t call him that, Tilly, he’s your stepbrother.”
Stepbrother. It’s always been impossible to hear that word and believe it to be true. Landon fucking Maddox is now my stepbrother. The guy is a certified prick and I have to call him family.
“I don’t think I can.”
Star athlete, underwear model, arrogant as hell, loves himself too much to take seriously, one hundred percent womanizer. I definitely don’t want to be locked away for a week in the middle of nowhere listening to him go on and on about the string of women he’s bedded, or the amount of cocaine he’s snorted, or the vast sums of money he earns minute by minute. I don’t even know why he wants to come anyway. A family holiday in the middle of the countryside can’t be something that’s all that interesting for him.
“Honey, this is our first holiday together as a family. Landon’s managed to get time off especially and you haven’t even met him yet, so this is a perfect opportunity for you two to get to know each other.”
“You mean it’s the preseason, and he’s serving out a ban for the fight he got into at that club in New York.”
Mom gives me her glaring eyes.
“It was all over the news.”
I wish I were able to say that statement and sound convincing. I feel like in doing so I’ve already weakened my argument.
“That was a misunderstanding and Landon’s under a lot of pressure.”
Yeah, right. Trying to find a job in this climate, while having to live at home, that’s pressure. Throwing a football and taking your clothes off isn’t.
“Hasn’t he got better things to do?”
“Darling, anyone would think you didn’t want him to come. After years and years of complaining about being an only child - and don’t tell me you didn’t - I thought you’d finally be pleased to have someone you can call a brother. A famous one at that. Talented too.”
Mom’s waving her chopping knife at me provocatively. If she looked out over the top of her glasses any further they’d fall off her nose.
“Maybe he’ll let you sell one of his signed jerseys.”
Or his jockstrap. The thought makes me shudder.
“I’m nineteen years old, Mom, I’ve passed that phase.”
Mom gets married, and I have to put up with the consequences. It’s not easy seeing your stepbrother everywhere you go, every other billboard advert or metro station, every single magazine I flick through. There his is, The Donkey, perfect chest, hungry eyes, huge package just glaring down at me like he owns the world.
You’d have thought Mom was some kind of gold digger or something with the way things have turned out, but Marvin is a normal, down to earth, working class guy, absolutely nothing like his son. They met in Walmart of all places, and she didn’t know anything at all about his star studded, trouble-a-minute bad boy son, until she finally met him a year into their relationship and recognized him from one of his billboard posters. How embarrassing is that? Your future stepmother perving over your enormous bulge while flicking through Cosmopolitan. I mean, I know I’m on thin ice, but that’s definitely way worse than me doing it.
Mom’s cooking for Marvin tonight. Despite getting married, they’re not even living together yet, which I find both bizarre and comfortably reassuring. He’s coming over for dinner, which he does fairly often, after which he will either go back home or stay the night, depending on the day of the week. It’s a little odd, but I leave them to it. Marvin is way better for my mom that my real dad ever was, so as long as she’s happy, I’m happy too.
What I’m not happy about is the prospect of spending a week on lockdown so far into the countryside you can’t even get a cell phone signal.
“Why don’t we go somewhere nice, like Toronto, or LA?”
“Because it’s already been decided. Now, open the wine, Marvin will be here soon.”
It’s true, I’ve never met Landon, but I don’t need to have done to know what he’s like. He didn’t come to the wedding, because, apparently, a super bowl semi final is much more important. Every other opportunity before or after that moment hasn’t been good for me, or it hasn’t been good for him. I’ve been away at Uni all year and Landon, well Landon has been busy flashing his balls at everyone that happens to walk past them.
Mom may speak highly of him, but I know the truth when I see it. They may call him The Donkey because he’s hung like one and he kicks like a mule, but I know it’s really because he’s a total ass.
A different woman every week, a string of incidents, trouble on and off the field. It all speaks volumes. Not that I’ve been following his career of course. There is no way I’d know anything about him if he didn’t court publicity like an attention seeking child.
It’s people like Landon that keep the real headlines out of the news.
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L
andon
Off season sucks. There are two things I love to do in my life, chase women and play football, and I can’t do either of them at the moment. I’m on my final warning at the club. One more girl that sells her story, one more fight at a nightclub, my career is officially over. And that shit was self defense by the way, nothing like the papers made out, not that that matters now of course.
“Five minutes, Landon.”
Here I am, at a studio shoot with a large number of beautiful women, and I have to keep a lid on it just in case.
It’s driving me crazy, but there is nothing I can do. This time, I know it’s serious. A written warning, a sit down meeting with the board members. If I’m not a saint throughout the summer I’ll get benched. It doesn’t matter that single handedly I nearly took Shoreville to their first super bowl in history, apparently nobody likes a trouble maker and no one player is bigger than the team. Not even The Donkey. They’ll end my career if they have to, they’ll make sure I never play again, and I can’t let that happen. Not even to get it wet.
It’s not entirely my fault. Not only do I find women irresistible, they kind of fall at my feet. Or they kneel at the very least. What’s difficult, is finding one that doesn’t want to sell her story afterwards, and if the story isn’t spicy enough, she’ll just make the rest of it up. That’s what gets me into trouble. One night stands and casual fucking doesn’t sit right with the wholesome image they want me to portray. A relationship would be different, but I’ve never been able to find a girl that can keep up with me.
“Landon, you’re up.”
The floor manager is a cute redhead called Stephanie, with large, innocent looking eyes that perk up immediately when I take my robe off and hand it to her.
After she’s done all she can not to look at my most appealing asset, she guides me to the studio floor, where a collection of women already await us. There must be half a dozen girls of different ethnic backgrounds draped across a huge kitchen table. I’m instructed to mount it and stand like a God between them.