Semua Bab We shouldn’t be doing this, Step-brother: Bab 111 - Bab 120

SiennaI sat frozen beside Jaxon, staring at the family group chat like the words might change if I blinked enough times.Mom’s cheerful message, Dad’s proud emojis, the triple exclamation marks—they all stared back at us like they belonged in another world. A simpler one.One where Jaxon wasn’t my stepbrother. One where this secret between us wasn’t twisting everything into knots.Jaxon dropped his phone onto the couch cushion, rubbing his face hard. “Well,” he said finally, voice tired, “I guess the news travels fast.”I tried to laugh, but it came out shaky. “At least they don’t know everything.”He gave me a small sideways look, eyes soft but weighed down. “Yeah. For now.”The silence that followed was heavy. The kind that wraps around you and doesn’t let go. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, thinking about Coach Daniels, about those faraway colleges, and about how proud our parents must’ve sounded—because they didn’t know what that scholarship could really mean for us.It wasn’

SiennaThe door swung open before we could even move.Mom’s voice filled the house first—warm, breathless, full of that kind of joy only people who’ve just returned from a trip carry.“Jaxon! Sienna! Come help with the bags!”For a second, Jaxon and I just stared at each other. Neither of us moved. His hand brushed mine once, quick, like a secret goodbye before we stepped into normal life again.I forced a smile. “Okay. Showtime.”We hurried out to the driveway, the evening air carrying that faint chill after rain. Dad was pulling out two large suitcases from the trunk while Mom was balancing shopping bags in both hands—souvenirs, by the looks of it.“There you are!” Mom said, laughing as she saw us. “You both look like you just woke up.”Jaxon scratched the back of his neck, smiling awkwardly. “We, uh… might’ve.”“Help me with these, will you?” Dad said, handing one of the heavy suitcases over to him. I took the lighter bags from Mom and followed them inside.The house filled quickly

SiennaThe next day started out quiet enough.Sunlight spilled through the living room windows, and the house smelled faintly of cinnamon and fresh laundry. But under that calm surface, something heavy lingered — the kind of silence that made every little sound feel too loud.Mom and Dad were at the dining table again, laptops open, notepads scattered everywhere. I walked in just as Mom said, “So, if we leave early Friday, we can visit Stanford first, then maybe UCLA over the weekend. What do you think?”Dad looked up from his screen. “That makes sense. We can drive down the coast afterward, stop at a few others along the way. Michigan can wait till next month — it’s colder there anyway.”Jaxon was sitting across from them, a mug of coffee untouched in front of him. He looked half-listening, half somewhere else entirely.Mom noticed and smiled like she was trying to keep the mood light. “It’ll be fun, Jax. We can turn it into a little family trip. You’ll get to see the campuses, talk

SiennaFor a second, neither of us moved. The sound of my phone buzzing upstairs faded into the background. All I could hear was the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing — the quiet hum of the garage between us.Then Jaxon’s eyes locked on mine, and something in the air shifted.He dropped the rag he was holding, took a slow step toward me, then another, his dick bulging through his short. My back brushed against the wall — that same old wall, cool against my skin, rough with faint marks from before.“Jax,” I whispered, but my voice barely came out.He didn’t say anything. He just reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face, his hand lingering by my cheek. His thumb traced the edge of my jaw, gentle, careful — like he was reminding himself that I was real.The closeness hit me all at once. The faint smell of oil and soap, the warmth coming off him, the way his heartbeat seemed to match mine.He leaned in slightly, his forehead resting against mine. “You drive me crazy,” h

SiennaThe glow of the bedside lamp painted the room in soft gold, washing over the sheets, my bare shoulders, the faint curve of my knees under the blanket. I lay still, pretending to read, though my eyes hadn’t moved from the same line in ten minutes. All I could see was him — the man across the room, his face dimly lit by the shifting blue light of the screen.Jaxon sat at the edge of the couch, controller in hand, the sound of explosions and fast-moving footsteps filling the silence between us. His jaw flexed each time he focused, his brows drawn low, and when he leaned forward, the muscles in his forearm tightened under his skin.I bit my lip. I’d been waiting for him to look up.The game clicked — then silence.Jaxon lowered the controller onto the table, finally turning toward me. His eyes met mine across the dim room, that look — the one that made everything in me stir and freeze all at once.“You’re staring again,” he said, his voice teasing, though something deeper hid benea