Free Bad Boy Stepbrother by Sybil Ling Page B

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