All Chapters of Home Alone With My Stepbrother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12The trail was quiet except for the sound of our shoes on the dirt and the occasional bird. Tyler talked the whole way up — about work, about a trip he wanted us to take in the fall, about how good it felt to finally have me to himself for a few hours. I answered when I had to. Most of the time I just nodded and kept walking.Every time the path narrowed and he put his hand on the small of my back to guide me, I thought of Damon’s hand in the same place the night before. Rough. Claiming. The opposite of gentle.We stopped at a overlook halfway up. The view stretched out over the trees, sunlight glinting off a distant lake. Tyler stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.“This is nice,” he said softly. “Just us. No stepbrother drama. No Sophia.”I stared at the water and tried to force the knot in my chest to loosen. “Yeah. It’s nice.”He turned me around carefully and kissed me. Soft. Sweet. The kind of kiss that used to make me f

Chapter 14I woke up to the sound of a car door slamming outside.Sunlight cut across the bed. Tyler was still asleep, one arm thrown over his eyes. For a second I just lay there listening. Voices drifted up from the driveway — Sophia’s laugh, then a deeper male voice that wasn’t Damon’s.I slipped out of bed, pulled on leggings and a hoodie, and went to the window.Damon’s black car was parked crooked in the driveway. Sophia stood beside it in last night’s dress, hair messy, laughing at something a tall guy with a sharp jawline was saying. He looked familiar in a distant way — expensive watch, easy posture, the kind of confidence that came with money. Damon stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching them with an unreadable expression.Then the guy leaned in and kissed Sophia on the cheek a little too slowly.Damon’s jaw tightened.I stepped back from the window before any of them looked up.By the time I reached the kitchen, the front door opened. Sophia walked in first, still lau

Chapter 16Damon’s grip on my wrist didn’t loosen.“She’s not going anywhere with you,” he repeated, voice low enough that only the people closest to us could hear.Reid raised both hands in mock surrender, still smiling. “Easy. Just offering to teach her. No need to get territorial over your stepsister.”The word hung in the air like a dare.Tyler climbed back onto the boat right then, water dripping from his hair, completely unaware of the tension he’d walked into. “Everything okay?”“Fine,” I said quickly.Damon finally released my wrist. The skin throbbed where his fingers had been. He didn’t look at me again. He just turned, grabbed a beer from the cooler, and walked to the far end of the boat like I had ceased to exist.Reid’s smile widened a fraction.Sophia watched the whole exchange from behind her sunglasses, expression unreadable.The afternoon dragged after that. People swam. Music played. Conversations restarted in careful, superficial pieces. I stayed near Tyler, laughin

Chapter 18Morning light came too early.I woke before Tyler, the events of the night still sitting heavy in my chest. Damon knew. He had heard everything. And the last thing he said to me in that bathroom kept looping in my head.You’re going to help me.I slipped out of bed carefully, pulled on leggings and a loose shirt, and went downstairs. The house was quiet. Reid’s car was still in the driveway. Sophia’s bag still sat near the bottom of the stairs where she had left it the day before.Damon was already in the kitchen.He stood at the counter with a mug of coffee, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low, staring at nothing. When he heard me he didn’t turn around right away.“Sit,” he said.I stayed standing. “What do you want from me?”He turned then. His eyes were clear, cold, and completely awake. “Reid leaves this afternoon. Until then, you don’t say a word to Sophia about what you saw. You don’t tip her off. You don’t act any different.”“And if I do?”“Then I tell Tyler exactly w

Chapter 20Lunch with Tyler felt like wearing someone else’s skin.We sat on the outdoor patio of a café in town. He talked about a hiking trail he wanted to try before he left, about a concert in the fall, about how good it felt to finally have uninterrupted time with me. I nodded. I smiled. I let him hold my hand across the table. Every time his thumb brushed my knuckles I remembered Damon’s hand around my throat while he fucked me against the kitchen wall.I hated that the memory still made my thighs press together under the table.Tyler noticed my silence eventually. “You’re somewhere else again.”“I’m right here.”“No, you’re not.” He set his fork down. “Talk to me. Please.”I almost told him. The words sat on the tip of my tongue — I fucked my stepbrother this morning while you were upstairs. His cum was still inside me when we left the house. Instead I forced another smile and shook my head.“Just stressed. Family stuff. You know how it is.”He accepted the lie, but the worry i