Contemporary Romance: No Ordinary Stepbrother (New Adult, Stepbrother, Short Stories, Alpha BBW Romance, Menage Romance, MFM Romance) (2 page)

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 coming in through the

window behind him, It looked beautiful , I watched him for a short

minute then had gone to the fridge to grab a  water bottle.

“
Hungry?” He asked. He turned and looked at me. I looked at him with

a weak smile, I had to pretend that I wasn’t intrigued by him, but it

was so hard not to be. I wasn't one to eat breakfast really, I was lucky

if I ate at all – my body just sometimes didn't want food, if did eat, I

would eat something healthy, like grapes or an apple. Which was

something I knew Michael didn't understand.

“
Thanks, but not really, I don’t ever eat breakfast in the morning,” I

say. Which was the truth, I opened up the water bottle and took a sip

of it. I had my jogging outfit on, and my headphones around my neck.

He turned down the griddle and turned to look at me.

“
I See,” He said. “You should always eat before you go jogging,” I

looked at him with a slight look of annoyance, my father used to tell

me that as well.  It was a little weird to hear that coming from him, I

didn't think he cared about me that much.

I just shook my head and headed out the back door, our back door was

part of the kitchen. “I’m fine, I’ll be back in two hours,” I replied.

Possibly in a few hours, it all depend on how I felt when I was

jogging then put on my headphones and headed out.

___

Jogging was my way of relieving stress, it was one thing my father and

I had done together when he had lived here, but now that he lives

seven hours away with his new

wife and my half siblings, its hard to see him.

I spend every summer with him, however, I had to take two summer

classes for college this year and I wasn’t able to go, of course he was a

little upset that he couldn’t see me, as was I, But I knew he was proud

of me. Both of my parents are my best friend, I don’t have regrets with

them that they got a divorce, in fact, my parents are closer now that

they're not living together.

How though, How on earth can I be in love with my step brother? My

mother was in love with his father, it could never work, nor would it

ever, he was too condescending, and a jackass at times.

But oddly enough, he did have a kind heart, passionate and sweet.

No Grace.

I shook my head as I jogged and turned up the music, my favorite song

was on
Flaws
By Bastille, one of the best bands around.

I ran faster and placed my phone back in my pocket.

Drowning out thoughts. I needed to pretend that my stepbrother

didn’t exist for a few hours.

Chapter Three

I had decided that doing a two hour run wasn’t good enough for me – I

was used to doing between four hours and five hour runs, to some

people, it may not be a lot, but my dad wasn't there to encourage me

like had been before.

Life without dad next to me wasn't easy, but it wasn't hard either, we

both had phones to connect with one and other, and when he traveled

for work he and I would either face time or Skype, usually people say

their mother was their best friend, but I can honestly say my father

is my best friend, I can tell him anything without him judging me. My

step mother wasn't too bad, but however, I still didn't care for her  and

I know she didn't really care for me, but when we would be around

each other, we would be civil with one and other – all I could do from

here is support my dad for being with her, just like  supporting my

mom with Gary.

When dad had found out that mom was dating again he was a little

delouse, apart of me still thinks he had feelings for mom but he would

never admit to it.

The thoughts of my dad had made me run longer and faster. I ended

up being gone for four hours. My anxiety was kicking How could all of

my friends be busy? It was a week day. I just didn't understand it.

As I walked into the house the kitchen was cleaned, it still smelt like

breakfast was cooked in there, I didn't really know how to explain it, I

grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and drank it with in one gulp

practically , Michael was in his room, and our parents were still gone. I

sighed deeply with a little frustration, and then headed up to my room

to shower, I plugged my cell phone into the charger, and then plugged

it into my computer speakers, turning up my music, I grabbed towel

and clothes, and headed into the shower, I had my own personal bathroom, Thank goodness for that too, I turned the shower to hot

took off my clothes, and then hopped in, I felt the water starting to

burn my skin, which didn’t bother me because that was the way I liked it.

___

I took about a thirty minute shower, just long enough to let the water

run cold, it was my favorite thing to do, when no one was home and

would complain about the water being cold, except maybe Michael,

but even then he was the weird one and liked taking cold showers.  I

don't know how any body in the right mind could even take a super

cold shower they were out of their mind. Soon I had got out, and got re

dressed into something more comfortable, I grabbed my text book and

threw it onto my bed, my next class was in a few days and I had to

study for an exam, History, which is one of my favorite subjects. A

knock came upon my door as I dried out my with the towel, before I

could even say come in, Michael walked in
.
“
Next time wait till I say come in,” I say. My voice was harsh, I could feel it, but this was my

house, the house that I grew up and lived in, and I wasn’t going to let

my hot step brother overstep his boundaries.

“
I did for about a minute,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

I stopped, throwing the towel on to the ground and looked at him, he

was shirtless, his abs were tight to his chest.

I swallowed, I couldn’t comprehend any thought of what I was going

to say next.

He was perfect in every way. I saw the smirk on his face, as he took a

step closer.

I took a breather, trying to compose myself.

I hesitated to speak. “Did… you need something?” I stutter slightly.

He took another step, as I took another one back. “Yes,” He said.

There was something in his voice, which had hinted that he felt the

same way about me, but It couldn’t happen.

“
Which is?” I ask. Trying to get him out of here as fast as I could, I

could feel my heart wanting to jump out of my chest. “The Shampoo,”

He said plainly. He seemed so calm.

“
Oh,” I say.

Was I over thinking that he wanted me?

I walked into my bathroom and grabbed the shampoo, and looked at

him with a light smile.

“
Thanks,” He says. Catching the shampoo as I threw it.

“
No Problem,” I reply.

My heart stopped beating, and instead of wanting to jump out of my