My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance)

by Jaye, Juliette

  If she found out that her little angel was fucking her stepbrother on the washing machine during the fourth of July barbeque, well, I didn’t think she’d ever talk to me again. And I wasn’t sure I’d blame her.

  God, this was bad.

  Maybe this was a sign. A sign that Kaleb and I should call off our arrangement. Maybe we should just go our separate ways, avoid each other for the rest of the summer, and then move on with our lives. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. He wouldn’t like it though, I didn’t think. I’d just have to make him see that it was the only way. We couldn’t do anything else. Definitely not.

  I went out to the backyard, got some food, piled it onto a plate and sat down at a chair in the far corner of the yard, by myself, watching the kids play croquet on the lawn while a bunch of the men played touch football.

  Ted wasn’t around, which was good. I sat in my chair, eating, watching everyone else have a good time as I wondered about what Kaleb and I were going to do.

  The more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn’t want what we had to end. I wanted it to continue. As much as I had been apprehensive at first, the things Kaleb made me feel, the way he made me feel even when we weren’t having sex… I wanted that to continue. I didn’t want it to end. Which is what made it so hard when I realized we had to.

  And I knew it wasn’t fair to Kaleb to keep this to myself. I had to find him, and I had to tell him as soon as possible.

  As I finished my food, I was taken over by a sadness I’d never really felt before. I didn’t want this to end. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that it had to, that we couldn’t do this anymore, that there was just no way, I couldn’t get past the feeling that my body was telling me this wasn’t what it wanted.

  Still, I forced myself to pick up my plate, take it back into the kitchen among all the other piles of dishes I knew my mom would be up half the night doing, and went to find my stepbrother.

  He was in his bedroom, lying down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

  “What’s up?” he asked when he saw me come in.

  “We need to talk.”

  “Of course we do,” he replied, and I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

  It took me a second or two before I got up the courage to say what had to be said.

  “I don’t think we can do this anymore.”

  “Why not?” Definitely the answer I expected.

  “Well, you know, it’s too risky. We just got caught by a family member. That’s crazy! What if he tells on us? I know you said he wouldn’t, but what if?”

  “Then we deal with it.”

  “Does it seriously not bother you at all that your uncle caught us… doing that?” I asked. I could not believe my ears. Was Kaleb really that completely incapable of caring about consequences?

  “Of course it bothers me, Kitten. But guess what? There’s nothing we can do about it. It happened, that’s it. What can we do about it? We can’t go back in time and change it, so we just move on, and trust that nothing’s going to come of it. Panicking and immediately making changes like stopping what we’re doing isn’t going to stop anything.”

  I had to admit, Kaleb had a point. Was I overreacting?

  “Fine. We see what happens. But if it turns out that anyone finds out about what we’re doing, then we stop. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  I turned to leave the room when I heard Kaleb’s voice again.

  “Listen, I’m going to head out to a party nearby soon. It’s going to be actually fun. Do you wanna come?”

  I almost couldn’t believe my ears. Kaleb Leeman was inviting me to a party? This was one of those things that if you’d told me a month ago this was going to happen I would have just laughed in your face.

  Kaleb was the cool, sexy, popular guy. I was the nerdy girl. Plus, I was three years younger than he was. I wasn’t the type to be invited to these sorts of things, and certainly not by people like Kaleb.

  “Sure,” I found myself replying. Why not, after all?

  “Cool. My car’s parked down the street. Meet me there in twenty.”

  I nodded and left. I wasn’t going to lie, I had a little bit of an adrenaline rush course though me. After all, I wasn’t one of the cool kids that got invited to parties, and this could be fun!

  Going downstairs, I found my mom and told her I was going out for the rest of the night. This was always going to be a big test, I knew I’d be able to tell if Ted had told her about Kaleb and myself.

  “Hey mom, I’m going to head off, there are some people I know that I found out are around and I’m going to hang out with them for a while.”

  “Sure, sweetie. Look at my little girl. All grown up. I’m so proud of you, you know,” she told me, enveloping me in a big hug. So she didn’t know anything. That was good. This was a good start.

  “Thanks, mom,” I told her, holding her close. I loved my mom, a lot.

  “You go have fun, ok? Do you need any money?” I shook my head. I had some cash in my wallet.

  “Good. Call me if you need anything. I’ll leave the back door unlocked in case you can’t get in.”

  “Thanks again mom. See you tomorrow,” I told her before heading off. Fifteen minutes later I was sitting on the hood of Kaleb’s BMW, waiting for him to show up. He came strutting down the street, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Ready?” he asked as we got into the car.

  “Yup. Where are we going?”

  “Not far. It’s like a five minute drive. But I want to stop and get some booze first.”

  “Sure.”

  “You’ll have to stay in the car or they won’t sell me anything. I figure it’s safe to assume you don’t have a fake ID.”

  I shook my head. “No, of course not.”

  “Of course not indeed. What do you want?”

  “Me? Nothing.”

  “How are you gonna get drunk then?”

  “I wasn’t… going to?”

  “Well, we’ll have to change that. Seriously, there’s nothing less fun than being the only sober person around a bunch of drunks. I’ll get you something. It’ll be enough to get you tipsy, but you won’t get so smashed that you black out and wake up in some weirdo’s bed.”

  “Thanks,” I muttered, a blush flaming up my face. I was pretty sure that at this point, drunk or not, I knew what side my bread was buttered on. Nobody else was going to make me feel the things Kaleb could. I sat in the car and five minutes later Kaleb came back with a four pack of coolers, a six pack of beer and a bottle of Jim Beam.

  “Alright, now we’re set.”

  Five minutes later we were in front of a house where a party was definitely in full swing. I followed Kaleb in as we made it past hordes of people, all in various states of inebriation.

  In the kitchen, Kaleb cracked open one of my coolers, handed it to me, then showed me the cupboard where he stored the rest of them, behind a box of popcorn so no one else would see them unless they were really looking.

  The drink was fizzy and refreshing, and after just a couple of minutes I could feel it going to my head. I wasn’t dizzy or anything, just a little bit more… relaxed.

  Kaleb poured out his drink in a red solo cup, mixed the bourbon with some coke he found in the fridge, and we made our way out to the party.

  “Yoooooo Leeman my man, what’s happenin’?” some drunk guy asked as he came over, dressed head to toe in Ralph Lauren, with that perfect “rich guy” combed hairstyle and features that reminded me of the Kennedys. “Who’s the hottie?” he continued, leaning over me to not-so-subtlely check out my cleavage.

  “My stepsister, Olivia, Ken. So back off.”

  Ken. What a perfect name for the guy. He did look basically exactly like a Ken doll.

  “Ohhhh shiiiiit, I didn’t even know you had a sister, bro. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my hands off,” he continued, before moving on. As he walked off, I began to laugh.

  I had never really been cons
idered hot by anyone before, not that I knew of. I was too nerdy for that. But here, no one knew me. That was a bonus, I supposed.

  A couple of minutes later Kaleb and I got split up. I wandered around aimlessly as music pounded from speakers, people danced, made out and in one case had sex in the middle of the party.

  It was pretty much exactly the kind of party you see in the movies when parents go away for the weekend, or like Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night music video. Except this was real life. I hadn’t actually realized that this was what parties could actually be like, I always thought they over exaggerated things.

  Two coolers in and I was starting to feel very relaxed. My inhibitions were gone. Seeing all the other people making out, I wondered if I could find Kaleb, if we could find an empty bedroom or something somewhere and have sex.

  I eventually found him standing on the railing on a second floor balcony, over the top of the pool. The pool was fairly empty, just a few empty cans floating around, a couple pool toys and one girl in the deep end who was struggling to get out and being helped by some friends.

  A huge crowd below alternated between not noticing what was happening at all, and cheering like crazy for Kaleb to jump. Standing at the back, I watched as he expertly took off his shirt, while still standing on the railing, without the slightest hesitation. I had no idea his balance was so good.

  As I looked at his muscular back I felt that familiar wetness in between my legs. Was Kaleb really going to jump off and into the pool? God, he was sexy. How on earth did I get to have sex with this man? There were dozens of other girls here, most way prettier than I was. He could have had any of them. Why me?

  Suddenly, all the thoughts cleared from my brain. Kaleb turned around, facing the pool now. He was really going to do it, wasn’t he? He was going to jump!

  The nerdy part of my brain instantly started figuring out if he could make it. It was going to be close. He’d have to leap pretty far off the balcony to avoid landing on the concrete at the edge of the pool.

  But before I knew what was happening, Kaleb jumped.

  Of course, this was Kaleb Leeman. This was my stepbrother. The man that I first met when my mom picked him up from jail. The man who got his first tattoo before I was a teenager. The man who now didn’t think that just jumping off the second floor into a pool while drunk was a good idea, he just had to do a backflip into it.

  The whole crowd was silent for a moment until Kaleb, still wearing his pants at least, cannonballed straight into the pool, shooting a giant wave of water at everyone standing around the edge.

  As soon as he hit the water the crowd erupted in cheers as I was awash with relief at the fact that he had done it and hadn’t cracked his head open on the side of the pool.

  God, he was hot though. And I obviously wasn’t the only one who thought it. As he climbed out of the pool a whole bunch of bimboes started throwing themselves at him.

  Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the party atmosphere. No, it was probably the alcohol. Anyway, I stormed past all the others and made my way over to Kaleb myself.

  He was mine, and none of these other bitches were going to get at my stepbrother. Not if I could help it.

  Kaleb

  As I climbed out of the pool, completely soaking wet, I noticed Olivia coming towards me. She looked mad. I wondered what I could have possibly done wrong.

  Ok, fine, I knew what I did wrong. I had just jumped off the second story balcony at a party and into a pool.

  Well, I knew how Olivia would consider that to be wrong, anyway. I had personally found it to be a lot of fun. But hey, she was a bit of an old lady that way.

  As she got closer though, it was obvious it wasn’t me she was mad at, it was the girls throwing themselves at me.

  I honestly hadn’t really noticed them. Sure, I had boobs pressed up against my bicep, and so much blonde hair around me that I looked like the tannest guy at the party, but whatever. Didn’t mean I wanted to fuck them.

  Olivia had spunk though. She managed to push and claw her way through until she was right in front of me, grabbed my arm and told me I was coming with her.

  “Who the fuck are you?” some girl asked her, and I smiled when Olivia answered “I’m his sister, bitch.” This girl had spunk when she was drinking. It was hot.

  “Hey kitten, what’s up?” I asked her as she grabbed me by the arm.

  “Don’t call me that,” she replied as she pulled me away from the crowds. I didn’t mind. I had to go find a towel or something anyway. I might have been a bit drunk, but it wasn’t that bad. I’d been a lot drunker before.

  I followed Olivia as she led me past the hordes of partiers who had at that point moved on from my feat, though a few still gave me a pat on the back or a thumbs up as I walked past.

  We went into the house and found a bathroom, and Olivia threw me a towel.

  “Why on earth would you do that?” she asked me, sitting down on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub. We were in the Hamptons, after all.

  I noticed her eyes occasionally dart down to my soaking wet abs, and made sure to put on a show for her as I towelled myself off. She was so hot for me, I would have been willing to bet any amount of money that her pussy was wetter than I was right then.

  “For fun. That’s what people do, Kitten. They have fun.”

  Her mouth turned into a pout.

  “I already told you not to call me that.”

  “And I already told you I’ll call you whatever I want.”

  “That’s so unfair!”

  “Life’s unfair, Kitten. Get used to it.”

  “You’re so mean. Why are you being so mean?”

  “How am I mean? I bought you some booze, I took you to a party with way cooler people than you’d ever know otherwise… I think I’m being a pretty good stepbrother.”

  “Yeah, but you were always going to come to this party anyway.”

  “That didn’t mean I had to invite you.” She was drunk, and belligerent, and it was adorable.

  “Then why did you?”

  “I dunno, I thought you might want to have some fun.”

  “The barbeque was fun.”

  “No it wasn’t. Be honest.”

  “Why do you hate it so much?”

  Fuck, she was a talkative drunk. I didn’t realize a girl could have that many questions.

  “Why do I hate what so much?

  “The fourth of July barbeque.”

  “I don’t hate it, it’s just boring.”

  “That’s not true. I saw you there today. You hate it. Don’t lie to me, or you’ll never get to see these again,” she added, lifting up her top quickly, shirt and bra combined, flashing me her breasts.

  Fuck, they were so perfectly rounded.

  “Don’t tempt me, Kitten. Your tits are mine now, I’ll do what I want with them,” I told her, and the growing bulge in my pants made me realize exactly what I wanted to do with them. No, I was maybe a bit too drunk to do that tonight.

  “Whatever. Tell me why you hate the barbeque.”

  Maybe it was because she seemed to care so much. Maybe it was because I knew she didn’t know anyone that I hung out with, that she couldn’t use the info against me. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but I told her. For the first time in my life, I told someone.

  “It’s about my mom.”

  It was weird, telling Olivia this while half drunk, hearing a party going on outside, Taylor Swift blasting through the speakers someone had set up. Olivia didn’t say anything, just listened, so I continued.

  “When my parents got married and bought the Hamptons house after my dad sold his first company, my mom started doing the fourth of July barbeque every year. So I grew up with it, and I grew up with her doing it. One of my earliest memories was her letting me chop up the vegetables for the salads, and stopping me from cutting my fingers off with the knife.”

  I sighed as a bunch of pain came flooding back.

  “So when she died, and then my dad started
doing it, which was different and weird but ok whatever, and then your mom took over, well, I know it’s not fair but I feel like it’s something for my parents, for my mom to do with my dad, and I don’t like the fact that your mom has taken over something that was my mom’s role. I know, it’s petty and pathetic, and I need to move on with my life, but that’s why I hate it.”

  “I don’t think it’s petty or pathetic at all,” Olivia replied. Her voice was weird. It was quiet, and soft. It was understanding. “I think it’s a perfectly normal reaction. Especially for someone who lost their mother so young.”