All Chapters of Obsessed With My Step Brothers : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Susan had managed to fill my head with enough wedding plans to make me forget that I had barely eaten anything. So instead of going straight back to my room, I turned toward the dining room, hoping I could find something before I went to my room.I stepped into the dining room and stopped almost immediately.Chris and Sean were there.Neither of them noticed me.They were standing on opposite sides of the table, and judging by the look on Sean's face, they had been arguing for a while.I slowly stepped back toward the doorway, intending to leave before they noticed me.Then I heard Chris.“You can't keep doing this every time his name comes up.”Sean's jaw tightened.“I can, and I will.”“Why?”“Because I'm not interested in pretending he's a goof man.”Chris scoffed, "He is still our Dad."“You clearly don't understand what I'm saying.”“No, I understand perfectly. You hate him, so everyone else is supposed to hate him too.”Sean's eyes hardened, "Watch your mouth, Chris.”“Why? Bec

I got dressed normally that morning.There was no reason for me to stand in front of my wardrobe for an hour trying to figure out what Susan considered appropriate. I chose a simple outfit that, fixed my hair, slipped on a pair of comfortable shoes, and headed downstairs.I was already preparing myself for Susan's usual criticism when I reached the bottom of the staircase.Everyone was waiting.My father stood near the entrance with his hands in his pockets, looking surprisingly relaxed for someone about to spend an entire morning being dragged through wedding preparations.Susan stood beside him, checking the time on her phone with an expression that immediately told me I was in trouble.Sean was standing a few feet away, dressed in dark trousers and a fitted shirt, looking completely uninterested in everything around him.Chris was leaning against one of the walls, scrolling through his phone.The moment I stepped into the foyer, Susan looked up.Her eyes moved over me from head to

The carpet in the east wing was the color of old blood, and it swallowed our footsteps whole. Chris and I fell behind as Susan led the way for us to have our portrait taken. Chris's hand was hovering just behind the small of my back like he was waiting for permission. He didn't touch me. "You're walking slow," he said, voice low enough that it wouldn't carry down the corridor. Ahead of us, the others had turned a corner. Susan's perfection chatter faded into something distant, like radio static from another room."I'm walking the appropriate speed to take in all of these," I said. "He laughed, a quiet huff of air. We passed a set of double doors, one slightly ajar. I felt his fingers brush my elbow—barely a touch, but enough to make my skin prickle. Then he was steering me sideways, through the gap, into a room. A library, or maybe a study. Shelves climbed the walls. A desk sat in the corner, I was barely paying any attention to the room. "Chris." My voice came out steadier

The family portrait took longer than I expected.Much longer.By the time the photographer was satisfied with the first set of pictures, my cheeks hurt from smiling, my feet hurt from standing in the same pair of shoes. I was beginning to understand why Susan had called this entire day an activity instead of simply admitting that she had planned to torture us."Everyone closer," the photographer called.Susan moved closer to Dad with a smile so perfectly composed that I wondered if her face ever got tired."Rebel, a little to your left."I shifted."Chris, stop looking at your brother like that.""I wasn't doing anything."The photographer said, "Good. Let's just get a few more."I stood between Sean and Chris for one photograph, and it was probably the most uncomfortable thirty seconds of my entire morning.Sean was close enough that I could feel his presence beside me, but I refused to look at him.Chris, on the other hand, looked completely relaxed even after almost getting caught

The knock came before my alarm, three sharp raps that pulled me out of a dream I couldn't remember. I groaned and rolled over, blinking at the gray light seeping through the lamp. My mouth tasted like sleep. My hair was a disaster. I dragged myself upright and padded to the door in my thin tank top and cotton shorts, bare feet cold against the floorboards.I barely got the door open a crack before it swung wide and Chris was there. "Chris..." I began with a grumble. His hands was suddenly on my face, his mouth on mine. I made a startled sound against his lips and stumbled back, my feet catching on the rug, and he kept coming, kept kissing me, walking me backward until my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I sat down hard. He followed, one knee on the bed, one hand braced beside my hip. He kissed me like he'd been holding his breath for years and I was the first air he'd found."Chris," I managed, when he finally let me breathe. My heart was slamming. My hands were already fi