Hot New Step Brothers
1284 Words
“Help me!!!” I screamed at the nurses jumping out of the way as I screeched down the hall.
I felt the wind scatter my already disheveled hair. I was too scared to open my eyes all the way. The chair struck something and tipped forward. I pressed my eyes shut and flung my hands in the air; to grab anything, to save myself. Just when I thought I could fall over, the wheelchair jolted abruptly; rocking me back on it. I gripped the arms.
“Are you alright?” I heard the angelic voice whisper softly to me. He was panting a bit, probably because he just ran.
I opened my eyes slowly. My breath caught instantly. He was right in front of me, his blue eyes held mine. He smiled a little and my heart skipped a beat.
“Are you okay?” He asked again. I nodded.
“I will be the one to wheel you out myself. Sorry about what just happened.” He straightened up. He’d been squatting. Surprisingly, he raised a brow, looking as though he had forgotten something. It made him look so adorable.
“I’m Ian. Ian Sanchez. That asshole over there is Drake. We are your step brothers.”
I forced a smile, a bitter feeling gnawing at me. Why aren't they strangers instead. I want to hit on them. Well, hit on Ian, to be precise. Since I couldn’t, I let my imagination go on to dream about it while Ian took me out to the car. They came with a SUV.
Ian opened the backseat and looked at me. “We are going to have to lift you off that chair.” he muttered to himself.
I squeezed my dress, and looked away, hiding my flushed cheeks. I wasn’t ready for this; ready for him to touch me.
‘Maybe I should…’ I thought about turning, but I was too late.
“Wai-”
My words stuck in my throat as he swept me off the chair. My skin tingled, sensations seemed to bounce off the tips of his fingers and run through my body like electricity. I felt a slight burn on my cheek but more in places I didn’t want to think about.
It was when he put me down that I figured I held my breath the entire time. Ian and Drake hopped into the front seat. We are driving out of the hospital the next moment. I curled up at the left end of the seat, the feeling still lingering in ways that made me tense and dead silent.
We drove on for a while. No one uttered a word. Only the faint sound of Drake’s songs invaded the silence. The longer we drove, the more awkward and disquieting, the stillness became.
I wanted to start a conversation but I didn’t know what to say. I chose to let the quiet subsist, focusing on the moving figures outside. The immersive view captured my interest immediately. My eyes danced from the tropical palm trees to the yellow sun bathing the rooftops of colorful houses that had the most breathtaking architectural design I had ever seen. My excitement peaked, unknowingly and I drew a bit closer to the window.
“Come a little closer and you might just fall out the window.”
I flinched, completely taken unaware by that baritone voice. There wasn't even a hint of sweetness in it. It wasn't supposed to be hot but then it was. I recognized that paradoxical tone anywhere. Drake had just retched out something again. And he knew exactly how it would make me feel.
“Don’t mind him. Enjoy the view. If you like this then I’m sure you will love our home.” Ian said, nicely.
“Really? Where is it?” I asked, finally finding the chance to start that conversation.
“It’s in the middle of the jungle. But don’t worry… some… of the animals don’t eat people.”
I gulped. Drake chuckled, savoring the fear he just inspired.
Ian tried to douse the tension I was feeling but I had been permanently traumatized by Drake and he made sure, with his continually sarcastic comments, that I would not recover.
Finally, we made it. To the place Ian called home. I studied the environment while Ian lifted me in his arms and Drake, surprisingly, grabbed my wheelchair.
I have to admit, Drake wasn’t entirely lying. The exquisite Villa that the Sanchez lived in was surrounded by a thick forest.
My mind went to the part about the man-eating animals and the fear almost came running back but then, someone threw open the large doors and beamed sincerely at me. It was Mother. She hugged me the moment Ian had come up the stairs.
“My baby, I missed you. I’m so sorry I didn’t make it to the hospital, something very urgent came up. Your Step-Father and I had to handle it.”
“It’s alright mum.” I smiled too.
“I hope Drake wasn’t too much of a headache.”
I pursed my lips immediately. How did she know? I guess this was his everyday lifestyle.
Drake scoffed, dropping my wheelchair and heading inside. Ian set me down.
“Drake is that you? Oh, so that means you guys are back.” I heard a deep and older masculine voice from inside then sturdy footsteps. I guessed immediately that it was my stepfather. Judging from mum’s age, he must be in his mid-fifties. Nothing braced me for what I was about to see next.
The man that walked out looked nothing like a 40 year old, even. He was well built, clean shaven, bright- featured with thick skin and a muscular build. He looked like an overgrown youth.
“Hi there Elizabeth.” He extended his big hands to take mine.
I looked down at his hand. ‘Great. The sons make me feel short and their dad makes me feel tiny. I wonder what will happen next.’ I almost accepted the handshake but mum slapped it off.
“Hey.” He said, feigning shock.
“Don’t crush my baby’s hand.” She snapped at him sweetly.
“Baby? I only know one baby.” He eyed her, mum blushed immediately and Ian rolled his eyes. They all started laughing. The atmosphere was charged with joy. I was in the middle of this cheer, feeling a tad out of place. They all seemed so happy together. I suddenly began to feel like I might ruin it.
“Don’t mind us.” Step father said, turning his attention fully to me. “You will get used to these old farts soon.”
I giggled a little, actually finding it funny.
“Let’s get you tucked in. Dinner will be ready soon. You will eat with us right?” he asked, hopefully.
“Yes.”
Mother was looking down at me, with glittering eyes. Ian kept an unreadable expression, both watching Step-Father lift me and my wheelchair up, into the house.
“I don’t know when you will get used to calling me father.” He said. His voice told me all too quickly that he wished it to be soon.
“So till then, I am Jean Georgie Sanchez but you can call me Jean. No ‘Sir’, just Jean.”
I flashed him a nervous smile. That was going to be hard.
“How are the boys treating you?” He questioned.
“Good.” I half-lied.
“Great. I bet you will love to meet the older one.”
My head turned fast… in trepidation, staring at him.
‘Wait, there is another boy.’
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