All Chapters of Resisting My Hot Stepbrother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AllisonThere I was, sitting on a bench in the center of the park, surrounded by the vibrant sounds of children laughing and playing. Bubbles floated through the air, and the smell of freshly cut grass wafted around me. But amidst all the joy, I felt a deep sorrow. My head was bowed, and tears streamed down my face as I sniffled uncontrollably.The harsh words Jayden had spoken still lingered in my mind, piercing my heart like a dagger. I felt heartbroken and depressed, wondering if it was time to end things between us. Maybe Jayden was right; maybe I was forcing something that wasn't meant to be.Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I heard a gentle voice call out my name. "Allison?" I quickly wiped away my tears and looked up to see Colby standing before me, concern etched on his face."What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to compose myself.He smiled softly. "I should be the one asking you that. I came to grab a bite to eat, but I lost my appetite and decided to take a walk inst

AllisonJayden's dead weight was a struggle to manage, but the sound of approaching voices outside motivated me to drag him inside quickly. The bed creaked in relief as he landed on it, his toes wiggling slightly as he struggled to regain some semblance of consciousness.The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and frustration simmered just below the surface. Why had he come here, of all places?I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples in frustration. "Why did you come here, for crying out loud?" I muttered to myself. "You should have gone to your room. You're just making everything exhausting and confusing for me."I decided to take a moment to collect myself and headed to the bathroom to wash my hands. As I turned around, I felt a jolt of surprise - Jayden was holding my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong despite his inebriated state.I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to process what was happening. Jayden's eyes were glassy, his pupils unfocused, but his voice was laced w

JaydenI pulled out of Allison before I could continue thrusting, and she looked at me, her eyes squinting with concern."What are you doing now, Jayden?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice. "Don't tell me you've changed your mind or are having last-minute regrets."I smirked, wrapped her arms around my waist, and guided her to lie sideways on the bed."I want to fuck you from behind, baby," I whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder."Behind?" she questioned, unsure."Yes, baby," I replied, positioning myself behind her, our bodies aligned. Taking my semi-erect cock in hand, I stroked it tenderly, guiding it towards her warm core."Again?" she sighed. "Why do you love doing this from behind?""Because I love it," I said simply, plunging my full length inside her, causing her body to tremble and eliciting a throaty moan from her lips."But I want you to do it while facing me," Allison said softly. "I mean, aren't you tired of always doing it from behind?""I would never g

AllisonI followed Jayden outside, my eyes fixed on the girl standing before him. Yvonne. His supposed girlfriend. Whatever. Anyway, I did feel a pang in my chest as I watched them interact, and despite that, I kept watching them like my life depended on it."What are you doing here?" Jayden asked, his tone wary.Yvonne's smile faltered for a moment before she replied, "I came to find you. I saw you heading away, and I needed to know where you were going.""You mean you were stalking me?" he asked, his frown deepening.Yvonne's face flushed, and she protested, "Don't say it like that! I wasn't stalking you. I was just trying to know if... if you were cheating on me."I felt a surge of discomfort at Yvonne's words. Cheating? Was she already having her sixth sense working? I mean, would she find out that who he was really cheating on was none other than his sister? I mean, step-sister.Jayden's eyes darted to mine, and for a moment, our gazes locked. I quickly looked away, my cheeks bur

AllisonAs we sat down on the lush green grass, the vibrant atmosphere of the field enveloped us. The air was alive with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional whistle blow. The scent of freshly cut grass wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of food from the nearby vendors.To our left, a group of cheerleaders was practicing their routine, their colorful pom-poms shaking in unison. Some of them were dancing, while others were chatting and giggling. The field was a hub of activity, with people playing ball, jogging, or simply lounging in the sun.I turned my attention to Sally, whose eyes were still red and glassy from crying. Her face was etched with a mixture of sadness and vulnerability. I reached out and gently signed, "Are you ready to talk now?"Sally nodded her head, and a fresh wave of tears began to fall. She struggled to speak, her mute voice straining to express the emotions that were bottled up inside her. The sound was heart-wrenching, a mixtu