My Step-Brother And I: Forbidden Desires

I sat back in Tri’s uncomfortable passenger seat, still feeling the warmth of that wonderful memory. It vanished rapidly. That was the last time Elvis had showed me or anyone else any kindness. He had spent every second since making my life a never-ending nightmare. And now I was going to have to live with that nightmare. Again, fuck my life."So when is Storm Tara coming in to rip you away?" Tri joked."I believe they've been talking about it for a while, but now that he's proposing tonight, I'm guessing soon. I doubt they'll wait until after the wedding; perhaps I could speak with my father about it? Use me going to the wedding as some sort of bargaining chip.""Maybe she won't say yes; hell, maybe she'll just laugh right in his face and tell him to shove it!" Tri, always one to try to cheer me up but this time there was no hope."I doubt it; I've seen them together; as much as I try to deny it, it's obvious it's bloody love." I grunted."Well guess I better start coming up with my

*ONE MONTH LATER*The day had come. Tri grabbed the last of my bags as we took them down to the car. She had been my rock this past month.Dad and I talked. I had explained how I felt about losing the house, so he decided to put off selling it for now, but that hadn't postponed the move.Him and Tara were desperate to live in sin. - Gag!Despite Tara's best efforts, I had yet to step foot in her house. It was my last summer in this house, and I wanted to make the most of it.She had asked if I wanted to pick the colors of my new room or my furniture, but I told her I would just take what was already there. It wouldn't be too long before I was off to college, and I'd never have to see it again anyway; it was never going to be my home.As I made my way downstairs, things felt eerie.Most of our furniture was still here, as Tara's house was already fully equipped with designer gear. They had no use for our threadbare sofa or wobbly table.Dad hadn’t packed all our bits, but the majority

I was going to change before dinner, but after Mr. Two Faces outburst, I thought fuck it and just made my way downstairs.As I came to the bottom step, Dad came in through the front door. I was grateful, as I literally had no idea where to go for dinner."Everything sorted, poppet?"I wasn't going to tell him about the run-in upstairs; I'm not sure he would even believe me anyway; he would probably just think I was trying to sabotage the move."Yep, all is well. Do you know what's for dinner?""No, I've been so busy, I just left it to Tara; I'm sure it'll be great."I wish I shared his enthusiasm; I'm not sure even Granny's cooking could make this meal bearable.I followed dad through the long hall into the dining room. Sitting at the large glass table was a young boy, barely visible over the Nintendo switch in his hands. The large, towering dining chairs make him look even smaller."Milo, put that down at the table, please!"Milo seemed to ignore Tara's voice until he heard her foots

Fuck.What the fuck am I supposed to do now?I lay in bed contemplating the idea of faking a coma so I never had to leave it again.I bet he’s told everyone.Everyone will know, and I will never be able to show my face in the halls of Westbrooke High again.After ten more minutes of wallowing in my pit of despair, I decided against a fake coma and instead opted for a good old-fashioned running away. I texted Tri to come get me after she finished teaching her Sunday morning class and made for the shower.I threw on my dressing gown and opened the door, only to be greeted by Elvis.He was standing in front of the vanity in just a pair of tight black boxer shorts. Toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and still looking like something out of a magazine.I went to the sink and set up to brush my teeth, but as soon as I turned on my toothbrush, I realized that was a mistake. A familiar buzz filled the room, and we both froze. Yeah, I really need to get out of here.I quickly scrubbed my teeth

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.Despite a few snide comments from the plastics about my hoodie during gym, it was nice to have some semblance of normality back. School was the one thing I was good at. It came easily to me. Although I still had to cram for tests, it wasn’t the bane of my existence like it was for some. I’d always found it easy to keep my grades up, and I actually enjoyed it when I did find something challenging. Tri had arranged to meet me out front after our last period. Bio. The entire session, Elvis and his goons hadn’t left me alone. I felt ball after ball of paper smack into the back of my head, but I refused to turn around and let them see they were getting to me. I tried to focus on Mr. Lewis' incessant ramblings when all I really wanted to do was practice my dissecting skills on Ken Wilson's face. A final spit ball hit my head, and I snapped. I whipped around with my number two pencil in hand and slammed it into the desk where Ken's hand was. It