My Stepbrothers Baby

Elena// It was 4am, I heard the thump of the door and the sound of the lock. Ashton was back home early. Ashton has been my brother since the year of secondary. He has long brunette hair, which he flips to the side whilst wearing a cap, with greeny-blue coloured eyes, almost reminding me of the ocean. He has what I can only describe as a olive skin tone, and a very muscular body, from playing sports, and fixing cars. My Step-brother is beautiful. I could hear him climb the stairs, because the fourth step, it can only take his weight to creak, with a slight bang of the door, my heart rate dropped, and I began to fall asleep. *BEEP BEEP BEEP, (ALARM READS 10:30AM) It turns 10:30am as my alarm begins to play me my favourite song, 'Cake By The Ocean- by DNCE'. This is actually Ashtons favourite song aswel, or so he says, I think hes only been doing this because he's not only an A-Class t**t but he is also an annoying big brother. I met Ashton on the first day of preschool, we actually started to fight over each others 'Quavers' and 'wotsits', eventually we both took a handful of each others crisps and we became best friends. My mother died when I was in year 5, she went on a buisness trip, the plane hit turbulence in Hawaii, and she never came back, nor did they ever receive her body. Ashtons mother got divorced, because instead of being like Ash and being a A-Class t**t, he is also known as an A-Class cheat. So anyways, my father met his mother, two weeks later they were engaged and 2 years later they got married, me and Ash ended up leaving our friendship behind, and he became the first person to forget everything we had. Our parents arent really around much anymore, they travel the world for my Stepmothers magazine shoots, she's the one and only Alicia Leery, so every day I wake up at 10:30, to cook him his favourite, Bacon, Sausages, Eggs, beans and mushrooms. Occasionally if I run our of ingredients I'll make waffles, but it's worth the effort because he works so hard on his law firm, that he hardly has time to eat during the day. As I finished serving up the last egg, Ash came down the stairs, he was wearing nothing but blue calvin Klein boxers and a grey tight fitting tshirt which you could see every inch of his body, from his curvular, muscular legs, to his v line, and every single peck on his body. "Morning buttercup" he says as he takes the breakfast from the side, and makes himself a fresh cup of coffee. Buttercup was the name he gave me when we were younger. Does that mean he remembers??? //////////////////////////////////////////////// Ashton// I came home early, hoping that Elena was up. I have been in love with her since the first day of preschool. Her vicious tone got me intrigued, I fell pretty hard. She's 8 and a half months younger than me, very pretty, long brown hair, that the curls drop down to her waist. She's small for a woman being only 5"4 but it seems to be perfect on her. She has a curvy figure, just like her mother had, the body of a god. Her skin tone is tanned, but not so dark, only where she goes outside for few hours whilst she reads a book wearing that sexy tight and skimpy, red coloured bikini. I walked up the stairs, took off my suit and tie, and put on the grey tshirt that she likes, and as I flopped my heavy body on the king sized bed, I wondered why can't she be mine. Within 10 minutes, after being exhausted I drifted off to sleep It's 11am, and without fail, I wake up to the smell of my favourite breakfast, bacon, sausage, eggs beans and mushrooms. She wakes up especially to cook for me. I've never been the best brother to her, but yet she takes the time out of her morning to make sure that I get a warm breakfast before I go work. I walk down the stairs, to her wearing, what I can only describe as pink fluffy pyjamas with unicorn slippers, but damn the woman can make anything look sexy as f**k. "Morning buttercup" Elena looked up at me as if I were a ghost. You see we were never really close, but that name. It's always been special to her. It was the first thing I called her, when we were both 6 years old, I kissed her under her oak tree. Which I picked up a buttercup, and gave it to her, since then she has always been my buttercup. *Mine always mine* I think, as I get changed into my calvin Klein Italian made suit, and as I spray myself with her favourite scent. Hugo boss, as I pick up my bag and go to walk out the door. "Goodbye sis cheers for breakfast". She has the most beautiful smile as she waves me goodbye. 5 mins later I'm starting up the engine of my 2017 ford mustang GT, and change to first gear, and pull up the handbrake, ready to start my day, working hard, trying to forget about how much I want my sister. /////////////////////////////////////////////// Elena// Time to start my day. I have 20 different bridal dresses that I need to sell to the right people. I have this talent that I can view ladies, in their dream dresses, and make their wishes come true type of thing. Not that I'm fairy godmother or anything. I pick out my favourite work dress, my father always brings me back one from his travels but today I'm going with the calvin Klein Italian style dress. To match with my brother ofc. I know its wrong but I can't stop thinking about him. He's so dreamy, quite sexy when hes the boss man. As I fling back my thoughts, I know I must put on my heals and pretend that today is a normal day After 6 long hard hours of selling dresses to snobby women. It's time to lock up and go home. "Hey beautiful, you wearing that sexy little black thong for me are we?" As I turn round, there were three men, all in twaid suits, and what I can only assume is farmers. They smelt like whiskey and cow s**t. They all were round about 42-45 years old. There was a tall one, a skinny short one, and a fat b***h. As the tall one grabbed my buttons as the fat one pinched my ass. "HELP!", I screamed at the top of my lungs Just round the corner, out of the alleyway next to the shop, Ashton came and rugby tackled the fat man to the ground, and started to throw in some punches. "Elena, get in the car now, run down the alleyway it's at the end of the tunnel, once you get there you lock the doors". He sounded serious so I did as he said. I ran down the alleyway, terrified, and shakinly locked the door. My body was trembling with fear. About half an hour later, covered in blood, my brother had returned. I don't know whether I'm turned on or whether I am concerned for him. He knocked on the window twice, for me to unlock the car, as he gets into the driver seat, he said to me; "I dont think those guys would be bothering you anymore" "W-whys that?" I asked him polightly, my legs are still trembling with fear. "Don't you worry" he said in a calm deep husky voice "I dealt with it". I sunk in my seat, as the warm leather, from the heated seats, shaped my curves, for the rest of the trip there was complete and utter silence. We are finally home. "Thank you for being my savouir, my best friend." I shyly spoke. He laughed. Then let out a huff. I dont know whether he is angry or happy "From tomorrow on you shall not be working in that shop, i dont care if I have to work harder, it's a big no. You could of been killed". His voice is stern and sexy "Why it's not like you care" I could feel the anger creeping up on me. He's trying to take away my life's work. "If I didn't care, I wouldn't do this". His soft lips brushed agaisnt mine, as I pulled away "What the f**k do you think you are doing?" I asked. "Doing something I should of done a long time ago". He kissed me again, but I gave into my weakness, deepening the kiss as I place my hand on his chest. This went on for a couple minutes, feeling the warmth of his muscles pressing up against me, then, as the light flicked on in the living room. Our parents are back.