Contemporary Romance: No Ordinary Stepbrother (New Adult, Stepbrother, Short Stories, Alpha BBW Romance, Menage Romance, MFM Romance) by J.C. Taylor Page B
Authors: J.C. Taylor
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because
after all, he was my step brother. He winked at me as he walked by,
slowly brushing his hand against my shoulder, I shivered as he did,
and closed my eyes.
No Grace.
I had to say to myself, as much as i wanted to go after him, I couldn’t.
For one our parents were home, and for another, as I said, he was my
step brother. I sighed frustrated and headed to my room as quickly as
possible, shutting the door and ran my hands through
my hair. His touch.
There was something about his touch that I had adored more than
anything, more than his eyes, it had made my heart melt. Was it
normal to feel this way about your own step brother? There was
no one I could talk to about this.
I lay on my bed, looking up towards the ceiling. “No more thoughts” I
say out loud to myself. I pulled the covers over me and looked out the
window, I saw that it had been a full moon outside. Great.
A Full moon.
The legend says people do crazy things on a full moon, and its here for
the next day or so, lets just hope that nothing happens, like I know
Michael wants it to.
My mind was already corrupted with the thoughts of him touching me
and kissing me. I stopped and closed my eyes, falling asleep.
Chapter Two
The next morning had come.
A headache pounding in my head I woke up and heard Michael blare
his music listening to the band Paramore, it was one of the main
things we had in common, was our taste in music. I listened to
everything and anything, even classical, however, he doesn't, its
alternative music for him, or its metal.
Not that music choices really mattered to me in a guy – For two years
now, I had been single, my boyfriend cheated on me with my best
friend, and I hadn't talked to either one of the senses, and I really
didn't care to, since then, I haven't had any “feelings” for anyone
because I was afraid of getting hurt again.
I looked out the window of my room and saw mom and Gary had
gotten in the car and left. Where they were going, I was unsure, but I
honestly didn't care at this point what they did anymore, I had to
worry about my life and what I was going to do about my future, I had
a lot riding on my future, and I couldn't screw it up.
“Great,” I say out-loud to myself. With a small sigh as I sat back on
my bed.
I’m home alone with him. Being home alone with him was not my idea
of having a nice quiet night.
I sent a mass text out to all my friends to see if they wanted to do
anything tonight.
After an hour, no one replied and I was ferrous. Anytime a friend
needed me I was there, but now that I need someone no one is able
to come to my rescue, I always wore my heart on my sleeve, but I feel
like I should be done now, I had decided that I was going to take a
shower and hope that my rage would calm down.
___
After my shower and getting my daily routine done, Hair, teeth, got
dressed, put on music, randomly danced around my room, took a few
selfies, and post them on Facebook and Instagram.
I had loved taking selfies of myself, I had so many pictures on
Facebook of me and my friends and just everything else I do in life,
sometimes mom thought I went a little extreme with the selfies and
what not, but I didn't care.
When I was done, I had decided that I was going to go jogging, it was
a good way of releasing the built up energy and frustration that I had.
I grabbed my Ipod and my arm band that held my Ipod while running
As I headed down stairs I smelt something cooking after I put my
phone in my pocket - it smelt like bacon. Confused, I head downstairs
to the kitchen. Michael
was making himself breakfast, I felt the sun
after all, he was my step brother. He winked at me as he walked by,
slowly brushing his hand against my shoulder, I shivered as he did,
and closed my eyes.
No Grace.
I had to say to myself, as much as i wanted to go after him, I couldn’t.
For one our parents were home, and for another, as I said, he was my
step brother. I sighed frustrated and headed to my room as quickly as
possible, shutting the door and ran my hands through
my hair. His touch.
There was something about his touch that I had adored more than
anything, more than his eyes, it had made my heart melt. Was it
normal to feel this way about your own step brother? There was
no one I could talk to about this.
I lay on my bed, looking up towards the ceiling. “No more thoughts” I
say out loud to myself. I pulled the covers over me and looked out the
window, I saw that it had been a full moon outside. Great.
A Full moon.
The legend says people do crazy things on a full moon, and its here for
the next day or so, lets just hope that nothing happens, like I know
Michael wants it to.
My mind was already corrupted with the thoughts of him touching me
and kissing me. I stopped and closed my eyes, falling asleep.
Chapter Two
The next morning had come.
A headache pounding in my head I woke up and heard Michael blare
his music listening to the band Paramore, it was one of the main
things we had in common, was our taste in music. I listened to
everything and anything, even classical, however, he doesn't, its
alternative music for him, or its metal.
Not that music choices really mattered to me in a guy – For two years
now, I had been single, my boyfriend cheated on me with my best
friend, and I hadn't talked to either one of the senses, and I really
didn't care to, since then, I haven't had any “feelings” for anyone
because I was afraid of getting hurt again.
I looked out the window of my room and saw mom and Gary had
gotten in the car and left. Where they were going, I was unsure, but I
honestly didn't care at this point what they did anymore, I had to
worry about my life and what I was going to do about my future, I had
a lot riding on my future, and I couldn't screw it up.
“Great,” I say out-loud to myself. With a small sigh as I sat back on
my bed.
I’m home alone with him. Being home alone with him was not my idea
of having a nice quiet night.
I sent a mass text out to all my friends to see if they wanted to do
anything tonight.
After an hour, no one replied and I was ferrous. Anytime a friend
needed me I was there, but now that I need someone no one is able
to come to my rescue, I always wore my heart on my sleeve, but I feel
like I should be done now, I had decided that I was going to take a
shower and hope that my rage would calm down.
___
After my shower and getting my daily routine done, Hair, teeth, got
dressed, put on music, randomly danced around my room, took a few
selfies, and post them on Facebook and Instagram.
I had loved taking selfies of myself, I had so many pictures on
Facebook of me and my friends and just everything else I do in life,
sometimes mom thought I went a little extreme with the selfies and
what not, but I didn't care.
When I was done, I had decided that I was going to go jogging, it was
a good way of releasing the built up energy and frustration that I had.
I grabbed my Ipod and my arm band that held my Ipod while running
As I headed down stairs I smelt something cooking after I put my
phone in my pocket - it smelt like bacon. Confused, I head downstairs
to the kitchen. Michael
was making himself breakfast, I felt the sun
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