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

by J. C. Taylor

  and hovered over me, laying me under him, I moaned softly. I could

  smell alcohol coming from him, as he started to take off my shirt.

  I let him.

  Why? Because he was angry, and I wasn't one to fight with him when

  he was angry. My shirt fell onto the floor as he started to kiss my neck,

  I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

  “I need you right now Grace,”

  He said in between kisses.

  I didn't know if that was the real him talking, or if it was the drunk

  him talking.

  “Are you drunk?” I asked. As he pinned my hands over my head.

  “If I was I wouldn't have been able to drive home,” He said. I felt him

  nip at my neck slightly, it made me jump a little.

  His lips trailed from my neck to my chest, and I couldn't help but let

  out a small gasp.

  Chapter Fourteen:

  Mom and Gary were soon home, and Michael was already in his

  room by the time they got home. We had made love together, and

  there was something about this time, that made me feel uneasy.

  __

  As weeks had gone by Michael had been distant, he told mom and

  Gary that he had signed up for the army, and was leaving for boot

  camp soon. My heart sank, and I felt like my world was falling apart

  maybe it was for the better that he did leave, because then I wouldn't

  be tempted by him.

  “Are you sure you want to do this son?” Gary asked him. Placing a

  hand on his shoulder,”

  “Yes,” Michael replied. I could see the hurt on Gary's face, but also

  how proud he was of Michael, for wanting to fight for his country.

  “I need too,” Michael added.

  “If your sure, then I fully support you,”

  Gary pulled Michael into a hug, and Michael hugged him back.

  “Just keep in touch when you do leave,”

  “Always dad,” Michael said. I said nothing, just stood there quietly.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Grace, Michael is on the phone, do you wan to talk to him?”

  Mom asked, as I walked into the kitchen grabbing a drink of

  water, six weeks had come and gone too quickly, Michael left

  a week ago for boot camp.

  “No,” I say flatly. As I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. I

  had my Ipod holder wrapped around my arm and my head

  phones wrapped around my neck.

  “I'm going for a jog,” I put my head phones on and headed out the

  kitchen door.

  As I ran my mind had gone to the first Night Michael and I made love, and

  then the second time we had made love. If my mom or his dad had ever

  found out what we had done, our worlds would fall apart, I had to some

  how move on from him, I lived with having Michael corrupted in my mind.

  I felt like my world was already tumbling down, and I was at rock bottom.

  I had finals in two weeks and apply for grad schools.

  Life was great, and complicated all at the same time.

  I still didn't understand the love I had for Michael, on why it had felt so

  real and yet so wrong at the same time, maybe because I had never had

  someone like him in my life? I really didn't know, it had scared me to think

  that this love for Michael could last forever – but I know, he was going to

  move on, moving on for Michael was going to be hard for me at least

  because all I could think about was him.

  However for my own sake, I had to let him go.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Two years had passed, faster than any of has had really anticipated. It had

  seemed like forever since I saw Michael, even though it really hadn't been

  that long. Mom and Gary were expecting a baby which was not surprising

  to me what so ever.

  I had a feeling that was going to come anyway, I was now a high school

  history teacher and one of the most respected well known through

  the community. I was also engaged to the love of my life who I had meet

  while teaching one of his children who I adore completely. I still went

  jogging every morning before going to work, Sometimes my fiance Joins

  me when his children are with their mother for the week, its our way of

  spending time together.

  I hadn't talked to Michael in a year, nor wrote to him, but mom and Gary

  keep me updated on him, whenever I call and talk to them.

  Everything was happening for a reason, and I was thankful for the times

  I had with Michael. He made me who I am today, and I was glad to call him

  my brother, and not my lover.

  Which still remains a secret till this day.

  For now, were both happy were we stand, and will hopefully forever be.