Wilson's Hard Lesson (41 page)

It was a few minutes later that he smacked her ass and told
her to put some underwear on. She quickly did what he said but told herself it
wasn’t because he told her to. She followed him from the room into the kitchen.
She was glad he had thought and took the bacon off the stove. They looked
around, but neither of the other two was anywhere around. They sat down and ate
in silence, both caught up in their own thoughts. It was 15 minutes later that
they heard the door to the spare room open and they both grinned knowing
exactly what happened.

Stacey ducked her head as she came into the kitchen followed
shortly after.

“Oh yeah. Rebecca this is Cole my buddy from my platoon. I
see that Stacey has already become acquainted.”

“Well, you have two gorgeous sisters man. You are lucky
indeed.”

James' eyes narrowed then. “Don’t even think about it.”

“What man?” Cole threw his hands up in the air.

“I can see how Stacey feels, but this one is off limits.”

“Definitely.” Stacey agreed. She stood there with her hands
on her hips giving him a glare.

“Hey, I was just joking you two. I have someone else on my
mind.” He winked at Stacey causing her to blush a deep red in color. It was the
first time Rebecca had ever seen her sister blush. That was when their words
came back to her and she looked at the both of them with a glare.

“Let’s get one thing straight. You all are in my damn house
for one. Second I will do what I want with who I want. While I understand
Stacey,” She turned to face James then. “You have no damn right to butt you
nose into my life like that. Who do you think you are?”

She could tell he was pissed as he glared back at her and
stood. “I am the person that is telling you that it’s not happening. Not with
him or anyone else.”

“And what do you think you are going to do about it if I
do?”

“I’ll give your ass the spanking it deserves that’s what.”

“Ah. You and what army? Did you bring your whole damn
platoon with you because you are not my keeper buddy.”

“Yeah, that’s not what you were screaming a few minutes ago.”
They were nose to nose and the sounds echoed off the walls with the smack. She
looked as shocked as he did when her hand connected with his cheek, but she
refused to give in or give up and spinning on her heel she stomped to her room.

“Stay away from me asshole.”

“Oh hell no.”

“James.” Stacey was suddenly worried as James stormed after
her sister. She had never seen either one of them like this. She had always
known they were both explosive, but they had never been this way together. Sure
they fought when they were kids but not like this. “You need to give her some
time.”

“No.” He slammed the door behind him. Stacey sat on the
floor outside the room and listened. Not wanting to leave her alone, Cole sat
down beside her and waited at her side.

“You know what you are one of the most arrogant and stubborn
women I have ever met in my damn life. Why are you being so stubborn.”

Rebecca didn’t know why she was so angry. It was like
something went off inside her and she couldn’t stop it. “I have always been
this stubborn. You have just never seen it.”

“And why is that Rebecca?”

“Because I never showed you. I was always nice to you.”

“Why? Why couldn’t you be real with me like you were with
everyone else. Like you were with Stacey and the twins?”

She moved away from him to the dresser and began getting out
clothes for a shower. “Because you were different.”

“What the hell does that mean? I was different. What did I
not meet up to your standards or something? I am so sorry that all of us
weren’t smart and gifted like you are. Damn, I thought more of you.” His eyes
were wide with shock and hurt.

“Not like that dumbass.”

“Well, then how? Why was I so damn different? Why was I
looked at any differently than anyone else?”

“Because you just were!” Her anger was flaring then. Who did
he think he was to come into her home and judge her.” She felt his hand on her
shoulder. She quickly shook him off and made her way across the room. “Why damn
it?” He was yelling again.

“Because I love you damn it. You stupid overgrown oaf. I’ve
been in love with you since I can remember. But you never knew I was around.”
She grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom but didn’t get there in
time. She felt his arms grab her and turn her to face him.

“I have loved you as well. I just thought I was never good
enough for you. Didn’t you hear what I told you earlier? Yesterday when we were
together?”

“Yeah. You wanted me.”

“Yes I want you but not just because of sex. It isn’t about
that. I have always wanted you because of you. Because of who you are. Don’t’
egg me wrong the sex is great and I will continue to dip into that…” He groaned
when her fist connected with his stomach.

“You just ruined it.”

“Hmmm. I can fix that.” His mouth lowered to hers and he kissed
her deeply then. They both jumped when there was a banging from the door.
Walking over he opened it to see both his sister and best friend sitting on the
floor looking up at them.

“We good now because I am quite hungry now?” Stacey looked
at one then the other.

“Yeah. Eat. We’re good.” He turned to smile over at Rebecca
and see her returning the smile.

It had been two months since Rebecca and James had started
sleeping together and they were becoming closer and closer. She knew that they
had to tell their parents. She let his hand drop from hers as they came to the
door. It instantly swung open to reveal her mother standing there.

“Hey, you two. It’s about time now isn’t it?”

“Yeah sorry we’re late.” She looked over to see Stacey
sitting on the couch next to their father. Beside her sat Cole. They had become
inseparable since they met. She saw it as Stacey looked at him, though. Stacey
was falling and falling hard. She had finally found the person she had been
talking about that time they had talked. The person she could see herself
falling for. The person she could see herself with for the rest of her life.
She had never seemed so happy before to Rebecca. She smiled at her sister as
she looked at her mom. “Uh, can we talk to you and dad for a minute mom?”

“Sure come into the kitchen Ray they need to talk to us
really quick.” She watched as her father stood and walked into the kitchen
without a word.

They followed them in and then she grew stiff. She didn’t
know what to say then. She was thankful when James took over. “Mom and dad
there is something we have to tell you, but first we want you to know that it
doesn’t change anything with the family and all.” He looked over at Rebecca
then.

“Oh, good grief is this about the two of you being
together?”

Their heads came up then as their eyes grew wide. “Yeah.”
They both choked out.

“Oh dear. We know you two. We have for over a month now. I
know you guys think it’s wrong but you are not related and you were adopted as
teenagers so it's not like you grew up together. If you are happy that is all
that matters. That is all I have ever wanted for you guys. The twins are the
only blood-related family members in this family. I love you both and if you
want to be together now that you are adults then that is fine.”

“But we thought… When you adopted us there was this big
thing about fraternizing. You guys drilled it into our heads.” Rebecca shook
her head and looked at them with a frown. It didn’t make any sense.

“Honey that is because it is a rule by the state. We would
have had to send one of you back. Now that you are adults there is nothing to
fear. You are fine.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at James then. He
squeezed her hand and then she looked up to see her mother looking at her with
a smile.

“Oh, my dear girl come here. There is no need to cry
everything is fine. Come here.” She felt her mother's arms wrap around her and
then their parent’s went into the other room to give them a minute. She smiled
up at James.

“Thank goodness.”

“Thank goodness for what?”

“Now we can get married.”

“Married?”

“Oh yeah, honey. I have waited so long for you that I am
never letting you go again.” He held a box up to her and then she watched as he
bent to a knee and grinned. She squealed causing everyone to run into the room
and then she was nodding and in his arms where she would spend the rest of her
life.

By: Kylie James

Jake & Samantha,
a Stepbrother Romance

© Kylie James 2015 – All rights reserved

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I have seen that in this world, we rarely get to pick the
people we fall in love with and it is only occasionally that we pick someone
who we lust over. My story had both a mixture of love and lust that ignited a
fire in my chest. He only proved to be the gasoline and all it took was his
first glance to set my insides ablaze with lust and passion for him. In all
honesty, there was something mysterious in the way he looked at me and talked
to me that got my pulse rate fast, my hands sweaty and my mouth dry. I wanted
to say so much to him but had so little to say out loud.

It all started when I was at the bar with my father,
celebrating my college graduation. I had completed my bachelor degree, and
Daddy had flown all the way to New York for my graduation. Being a single
parent was tough, but then raising a child who had a rebellious soul as mine
was even more troublesome. I had given Dad a very hard time in high school and during
most of my college, indulging in activities that society deemed inappropriate.
I couldn’t help it because the way I thought about it, writers are rebels who
wear their hearts on their sleeves giving it to whomever they can just so that
the other person can break it and we end up with a few good literary pieces of
writing. I had a degree in creative writing, so all the trouble of college life
was bound to happen and I was asking for it.

I had recently broken up with my boyfriend who had managed
to stick with me for more than five months, which is a big deal because my
relationships did not last that long to begin with. I was ranting to my father
about the “hows” and “whys” of never being in a relationship because it only
got me more depressed. Some people are not cut out for love, if you ask me, and
I guess I’m one of the very few who are just not made to fall in love but
rather write about it.

“Well, darling! Your mother and I had the same issues. I got
divorced because life seemed like a drag to me, but that has not stopped me
from falling in love. I still mingle with the ladies with the charm of my
boyhood,” said Dad.

“I know; flirtation runs in the blood. I would not settle
down for anything if it becomes a drag later on in life,” I replied.

“You’re my little girl. You will fall in love multiple times
before finding the right person and even then? You might realize that it is not
love at all,” Dad said, which had my gut churning. I was not mentally prepared
for love at all because it ended up losing its charm after a couple of months.
I hated life being a drag or anything at all for that matter.

My phone rang and I went out to answer it because the jazz
tune playing in the bar was messing with my tipsy state of mine, now. It was
just another congratulatory call from a friend. My mother, who rarely gets in
contact with me after my folks split up when I was seven years old, gave me a
call which was very surprising. My grandparents sent their blessings all the
way from Virginia and Granddad pitched some cash into my account as a gift.

When I entered the bar, I saw a woman in her mid-30s sitting
in my spot with my father, casually smoking away her cigarette and chatting.
She had big eyes and a layered haircut which covered some of her bald spots.
Her dress was short but the long sleeves and pinned up back gave her a much
more classy appearance. She had her hair gathered towards a single side
exposing her collarbones, not to mention she was wearing winged eyeliner and
thick red lipstick. I inferred her to be single the moment I walked in the bar
because her appearance gave it away.

She was smoking and laughing. I thought to
myself,
Lucky chap! Scored another woman with his charms within moments
and here I am.

My father had the ability to woo any woman because he had a
very chivalrous way of talking and acting in front of them. Women always liked
to be treated with chivalry. I had picked up a thing or two from my father and
his manners. No matter where he went, there was always a crowd of women
laughing at his jokes and being mesmerized by his charm.

I took a deep sigh and went to where the two were sitting
and chatting.

“Hello, I’m Karen,” I said.

“Oh! Hello, Karen. I’m Samantha,” she replied.

“Samantha, this is my daughter,” my father said, clearing
his position. “She just graduated from college. She is the reason I am here
right now.”

“Congratulations! You must be very excited about the future
ventures?” said Samantha.

“I really do not have any future ventures. I’m still trying
to carve a space for myself in this world,” I replied. Tipsy me had a style
with words, and I guess that is the reason I always appeared to be very
appealing to everyone while mildly drunk.

My dad noticed that the tipsy state was turning into a more
drunken one as alcohol began to take a toll on my brain. I always had low
alcohol tolerance.

“Come on, ladies! Let us get a booth and sit somewhere. The
night is young and we are not getting any younger than this moment,” Dad said
as he picked up his wallet and keys from the table to hush us in a nearby
booth. I grabbed my cardigan as Samantha picked up her tiny clutch. She walked
right beside my father as I walked behind them. My head was spinning and all I
wanted was to go home and sleep it off, now.

“So, Samantha, tell me about yourself,” I said, trying to
appear as polite as possible.

“Well, I am an accountant at a legal firm. I’ve spent all my
life, here,” she replied.

“I see, so no kids? No husband?” I inquired. I asked a lot
of questions without realizing that there might be some boundaries I would be
overstepping.

“Ah! Well, I have a son. He is in the construction business.
I’m not married but recently divorced,” she replied.

My father sensed the tension between the two of us because I
had clearly stepped over a boundary she wasn’t comfortable with, and to break
the tension, he got us another round of beers.

“Well, I’ve been divorced as well. It doesn’t matter because
life is too short to be spent with someone who does not ignite a fire in your
soul,” my father said.
Cliché dialogue
, I thought to
myself because I’ve used pretty much the same thing or changed it a bit
according to the scenario.

She laughed and then took a sip from her glass. “You’re
practically right about it. The marriage affair was just getting on my nerves.
I think I prolonged the decision to get separated, otherwise, the love had died
ages ago.” She was trying to take sides with my father.

“Well, yes, you are right about it,” replied my father. I
just kept quiet about the entire matter as both of them chatted away from one
topic to another. Marriage, children, and hobbies, but later it turned into a
flirtatious game. I kept observing both of them and sensed that Daddy had a
thing for her by now. She was polite and sweet in her talk. I don’t think she
would mean any sort of harm to anyone nor did this little encounter seem like a
desperate attempt from a rebound. My dad was into her and the way he was being
chivalrous gave it all away, so I had little to complain about. I did however,
occasionally chip in a bit so that they would acknowledge my presence.

It was past midnight and the bar seemed to be getting empty
by the minute. The music in the background had almost faded away.

“Dad! Shouldn’t we leave now?” I asked because my brain had
stopped functioning and all it wanted now was to go home. I wanted to sleep the
tiresome day off.

“Oh yes! It is late. I know you must have had a very tiring
day, honey,” Samantha said.

“Yes, excruciatingly tiring,” I replied and looked over to
my father who had the look on his face that gave it all away. He wanted to stay
but did not want to disappoint his daughter by leaving her for a woman he just
met at the bar. He made the whole puppy dog-eyed look, the one he makes when
asked to do something that he really does not want to do.

“Hey, Samantha, would you like to join us for lunch
tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yes, that would be delightful,” Dad pitched in.

“Sure! I would love to have lunch. It was so interesting
meeting you and your father,” she replied. She had a very shrill and squeaky
voice that when excited sounded like a fourteen year old.

“Okay! Great then, can I have your number so that we’ll plan
something out in the morning,” I said. This was my way of asking for her number
so that Daddy could use it. We exchanged numbers and then the three of us
picked up our stuff, and made our way out of the bar.

On our way out, my dad commented, “Smooth move,” and I
smirked back at him.

Dad hailed a cab for her and Samantha got in. “You sure that
you will get home, okay?” he asked her.

“Yes, I will be perfectly fine. I hope to see you tomorrow
as well,” she replied and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I will see you then. Goodbye,” Dad replied and the cab
began to move away; she waved goodbye from the window and smiled. My father
hailed another cab and we got in to go to my apartment.

“She seems like a swell lady,” I said, trying to be cheeky
with him.

“She sure is. I love the chirpy kind, and all this time, my
heart skipped a beat whenever she smiled,” he replied.

“So you’re into her, now?” I asked.

“I do not know. It was a first encounter by fate. We cannot
make suppositions just on first encounter, love,” he replied.

“But all the great poets did,” I replied.

“And I am no poet but just a common man,” he said, which
provided me with the answers that I needed. Dad was not going to rush things
with her, and in fact, for the first time in ages, I had seen him so happy, so
there was going to be planned moves. He did not want to screw this over by
being impulsive at all, which was written all over his face.

We went inside and I fixed his bed in the other room. “You
can crash here. If you need anything, I will be in the other room,” I said, and
then heard him say from behind, “Do you think this will work?”

“Will what work?” I asked.

“You think this whole deal with Samantha? I just cannot stop
thinking about how amazing she is. It has been years that some woman actually
did a number on me so well,” he replied.

“I really do not know but you should sleep for now. I don’t
know if it is the booze talking or the real sanity. Sleep it off and we can
talk about it later,” I replied and went out. Men are like babies, I swear.
Once they want something then it becomes a chase till the end of time. I went
to my room and changed into comfortable clothes. Graduation party was over and
it was time to sleep it off. My head was thudding more loudly so I popped two
sleeping pills and knocked myself out.