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Mom was sure to let me know that tomorrow was going to be a little hectic since I was going for the school registration yadah-yadah, but school was the last thing on my mind. After settling in my new bed, I fished out my phone and shot a quick text: The boy from my mom's wedding, he is my stepbrother!

I get back in his face. "No Zander I'm not. I'm sorry you don't want to grow up and treat women with any respect but I'm fine with that. Allie is my girlfriend and Kat is going to be my step sister. I'm not ashamed so if you think you can hide the news your wrong. I won't make her feel unwelcome here." Zane stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I'm sure he was going to tell Dad all about it. I mean yeah Kat looked hot last night. Not at all how she normally dresses at school and man Portia was mad as hell that she has new competition. Maybe with a little help I could change Kat into someone I didn't have to be embarrassed of.

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.

she paused, pointing towards Aldrich before she continued “...... someone that is supposed to be your step brother!” I took my gaze to the floor, unable to answer. I'm as much as she was angry and hurt, she was right. Aldrich is supposed to be my stepbrother and I shouldn't have gotten involved with him. But his touches and the way my body responds effortlessly to his. If I was alone, I would have slapped myself for the thoughts that were running through my head in this situation. Aldrich have messed up with not only my head, bug my entire body system.

I waved my hands to them. " Who are you here with?." Quincy asked me, my mouth open to say my boyfriend, but instead I say. “My stepuncle." Immediately the word left my mouth, I prayed that the ground would open up and swallow me. “Cool, you can join us then, we're bathing and soaking in hot water with hot boys." Tracie said taking my hand and pulling me out. " Wait." I said to protest but I had no explanation as to why I would leave them and go back with my stepuncle, in their minds my step uncle was an old fat man.

he said. “Okay fine, get me a gig alright?” “Sure, but you need to be careful Z, she’s your stepmother,” “Don’t ever say that to me,” I growled and hung up the phone. That sounded so weird. My step-mom who I fucked and I still wanna continuously have sex with. I was never going to see her as my stepmom.

Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.

I'll never be her's and she'll never be mine. "Amber, as bad as I actually want you… it can never happen." I sigh. "What do you mean?" She questions, sounding confused as she breaks free from my grasp. "You're my step-sister." I say, stating the obvious reason. "And?" She says, her voice cracking in the process. "We can fuck. But we can't be anything serious, it wouldn't look right." I say, looking down at her as I study her reaction.

“What the hell are you doing here, you bitch?” “I-I…” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as I took a shaky step back, my heart hammering in my chest. “I didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t mean to what?” Stephanie snapped, cutting me off as she stormed toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. “Spy on us? Are you some kind of freak?” She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Of course, you are. Always hanging around these guys, thinking you're so special. You’re pathetic.”

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”