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  Bad Boy Stepbrother

  Sybil Ling

  Copyright © 2015 Sybil Ling

  Bad Boy Stepbrother

  By Sybil Ling

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all products of the author’s imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18. All characters represented as 18 or older. All sexual relationships depicted are between adults who are not blood relatives.

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  Chapter One

  “Late for school,” Mom screamed from the bottom of the stairs. Didn’t she get tired of saying the same thing every single day? Yep, I was late. Guess what, I didn’t care. Shane cared even less. He probably wouldn’t even make it past the school gates. The only times he went in were when he had practice or a game. The rest of the time, he didn’t think it was important to show up. What a loser!

  If we went at the same time, he’d just go on about me being a loser and it’s not fun to hang out with him and his friends. They talk about having sex with me. That’s all those jerks did. Talk about either my big boobs or butt. Every time I go past one of them when they come to visit, aka steal some booze from Mom or Dad, that’s all they talk about. “Jess, come sit with us and have some fun riding one of our dicks!”

  Jerks.

  Then again, Shane has turned into more of a jerk these days, especially when I caught him on the phone. He didn’t like it. I thought he was on the phone with one of his cheerleader groupies. They’re so damn sad. I mean, sure he was sexy like Enrique Iglesias. That is what they all called him at West Down High. Enrique’s twin brother. But one thing about Shane was he could sing, and he loved dancing and showing off his sultry voice. Anyway, he had issues. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear him come in my room and slap me on the butt. Yep, he was my brother. You wouldn’t think it the way he just came in my room unannounced and was too friendly with his hands sometimes. It really ticks me off.

  “Hey, what you thinking about? You coming or what, sis?”

  Number one, I wasn’t his sis. We were both adopted, the thing is I was adopted before him. I only found out years later. He was adopted when he was eight. He came to live with us, and it was great until recently. That was when he started acting like a real jerk. Winding me up and annoying me all the time. He changed three months ago. I was still trying to figure out why, but we just didn’t speak. How do you hold a conversation with someone who is either high or drunk most of the time? I left my door open and was just about to get my backpack. I turned to face him and stuck my tongue out. I know, childish, but he just wound me up.

  “Don’t do that. I hate it when you do that.”

  I sounded like a whining teenager. That’s because he got under my skin.

  “Get ready. We’ll be late.”

  “Seriously?” Why did he even pretend? What was up with Mom? Didn’t she know he never went? Why did everyone excuse all the crap he did? I stuffed my books in my backpack. I wasn’t sure why he was so concerned about us being late. He was never on time. I was just about to ask him that, but then he left the room. I could hear mom screaming my name, “Jessica, you’ll be late again.”

  It was the final week of school. It felt pointless even going in, let alone taking books. I walked down the steps with both Mom and Shane waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. They had the biggest grins on their faces. I knew they were up to something.

  “So, you have a good day, Jess.” Mom kissed me on the cheek as I walked out of the door with Shane. He had one arm around my waist. I hated the way he was acting so friendly.

  As Mom shut the front door and we got to the end of the drive, he said, “Have a good day, sis.” Then he kissed me on the forehead like a child. I wished he would stop calling me that, and God knows how he got to graduate. The boy never went to school. I knew he wanted something; he was probably using me as an excuse to skip school. I wished he would just skip out of our lives too.

  Chapter Two

  “What’s up, Jess?” Mandy asked as I approached the school gates. Mom and Dad refused to get me a car, so I was still taking the school bus. Sure, I could walk, but with the summer heat in Cali, I preferred to take the bus. At least it had A/C.

  “Shane,” I sighed as I started to walk up the steps.

  “You need to get over it. He’s probably smoking…ah, as usual.” She swung her blond hair over her shoulders as she muttered her last word. There was Shane outside the school gates, smoking and chatting up some girls. Cheerleaders, no doubt. You could say I was jealous of him or even them. I didn’t know, but he just had a habit of getting on my nerves. Pretending he came to school on a daily basis for one. Or making me pretend that I was Mom on the phone when the principal called up. I simply asked if he went to practice. The principal said sure, and that was the end of the conversation. One thing about Shane that always amazed me is that for someone who studies at best once a year, he has amazing grades. Seriously, his SAT scores were through the roof. I did wonder if drinking too much makes you smart, because Shane seemed to have the same IQ as Einstein. Maybe not as high, but not far from it. That was why he got away with it. He didn’t need to go to class like the rest of us. He didn’t need to study.

  He made me sick!

  I studied like crazy and still didn’t get half of his grades. What did Mom and Dad say when the news came out? “Maybe you need to study more like Shane!”

  What planet were they on?

  He had more tattoos than David Beckham. He smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish.

  How did he study?

  When?

  Did he?

  “Get over it, girlfriend. We need to get to class.” I shook my head at the idea of going to class. I didn’t feel like it. I never felt like it. I had an attention span of five minutes. Yep, that was why I never got the grades. This was why I hated Shane, or at least I tried.

  “Sure, just pointless this time of year.” I puffed as we started running to class. The busy hallway was now quiet as we headed to what used to be my favorite class, English Literature. Romance was never in the air for me, more like down in the dumps. It was the only time that I got to imagine how love should be, not how it was in reality. The class changed when my uncle started to teach it.

  “Our last week. Just chill.” We opened the doors, and sure enough Mr. Walters was there, in his elaborate suit, wearing every color that shouldn’t be worn at the same time: a red tie, green pants, and a blue shirt. Sometimes he made my eyes hurt.

  “Late again, Ms. Blake.”

  I nodded and said, “And so it would seem, Mr. Walters. And so it would seem.”

  I did a fake bow and made my way to my seat. I hated my uncle being my English teacher. Mom thought it was great. She would, she wasn’t the one who was always teased about it. He adjusted his glasses and gave me one of those looks that said, wait till I speak to your mom. Go ahead, Uncle, see if I care.

  I dumped my backpack on the floor and watched through the window as Shane headed to the track while stubbing a cigarette outside the school gates. It would soon be the time of year when I wouldn’t need to see him anymore. That time couldn’t come fast enough.

  Chapter Three

  “So,” Shane whispered in my ears as I was about to
put some books in my locker. He was close, too close in fact. His body heat was sending me to unknown temperatures. I couldn’t turn. I wondered who else was in the hallway, and as he backed away I realized that everyone was around, but no one was paying us any attention. Why should they? Everyone just knew us as brother and sister, but we were brought up as something completely different. Shane was sent to boarding school as soon as he was eleven, and I used to go to private school until Dad lost his job last year. This was our first year in school together. Dad couldn’t afford to keep me in private and Shane in boarding school.

  It was supposed to be for one year. I heard Mom and Dad talking about it. Mom was concerned, and Dad said, “What’s the worst that could happen? Besides, we have no choice.” Mom sighed as she thought of a reply and then in the end she agreed with dad. I was watching from the top of the stairs, a habit I picked up over the years. When we were little, I used to do the same thing with Shane. Then he left, and that was when I felt alone. When he came back from boarding school, it was clear he hated it. It was clear he despised me.

  “So what, Shane? You need me to cover you for something?”

  He came close to me and said ever so slowly, emphasizing a syllable at a time, “You w-is-h.” He had no idea what I wished as he walked away, and I felt deflated. How did he manage to do that to me all the time? My panties were crying for him to relieve their moisture. They wanted him to know that they wanted him, his touch, his smile, and most of all his tongue. He had a way of making me lust after him even when he wasn’t trying. Even when he wound me up beyond belief.

  Like the time, Shane pulled a prank on me, before my big date. Before I head to the shower, I always lay my clothes on my bed. Only Shane would think to go to my room while I was in the shower and the dress I spent ages deciding to buy for the date. The boots that I bought especially for the date. The accessories that I bought to match. All had itching powder. He loved watching me leave home. Wishing me luck at the front door. Sniggering like a child as I struggled to stand up straight and then it got too much as my date stood at the front door. I screamed to back into my room, telling him that we had to go out another day. Guess what? That day never came. He never asked me out again.

  ***

  Later on that day it was bugging me, why did he hate me so much? There must have been a reason for it. Okay, so he wasn’t exactly mom’s best friend. They sort of got on, compared to dad, who he hardly spoke to. There was one strained relationship, if you could call it that. But me. I never understood what his problem was with me. Why did he feel the need to constantly dig into me? I had been nothing but nice to him.

  “You and me, talk now!” Shane blurted out pointing his finger at me.

  I couldn’t believe what he was doing. He was sitting naked on the edge of his bed and his head was held down. His towel was on the floor. I shut the door and walked up to him. No one was in the house, but even if they were, I didn’t care. He needed me, as he looked low. Not his usual cocky or arrogant prick self. A little boy lost in his own world. I should have turned away or at least covered him up. I used my hand to raise his head as I whispered, “What is it?” He handed me a photo of an elderly couple with a boy on their lap. I could only assume they were his grandparents. I’d always wanted to know if he knew about his family. I knew nothing about my parents. In some ways it was better not knowing, as knowing might take away from the life that I had right here and now with the Blake’s. I had earned the right to be one of them, as I had been living with them for so long.

  My one weakness.

  My one reason for denying he was my brother.

  Was naked in front of me.

  I knelt down and saw his mobile phone was on the floor. I knew his granddad was ill, mom had told me and I could only assume that his illness had taken a turn for the worse. I pleaded for the one thing that I had desired for so long that I knew he wanted to give me, but had denied me at every opportunity that had presented itself.

  As I faced him I whispered, “Make love to me.”

  He simply nodded as he started to take off my shirt. I closed my eyes, knowing that he was going to lead the way. A path that I had wanted to follow for so long.

  Chapter Four

  “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.

  Chapter Five

  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.