Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter-5

Chelsea

Currently, Jason and I are sitting in the parked car outside of my house. Sadly, Jason hasn't spoken to me since we left the party. I'm unsure of what to say since apologizing doesn't feel like the right thing to do, considering I don't have control over Kevin's actions.

When I decided I'm unable to handle the uncomfortable quietness that had originated between us, I speak softly, "Jason, I—"

Jason interrupts me, "Don't." He declares, sharply. "I'm trying to calm myself, but it isn't f*****g working. I honestly thought you hated Kevin, but after watching you two on the dance floor dry-humping each other, I'm thinking otherwise."

I twist a portion of my hair nervously. "It wasn't like that, Jason. You know how much I enjoy dancing, and that's all it was. I told Kevin that you and I had taken our relationship to the next level. Still, that didn't stop him from dancing with me. Honestly, I didn't know he would kiss me, otherwise, I would have tried to stop him." And I didn't. Kevin's kiss had taken me by surprise.

Besides, I thought Kevin was screwing around with me as he always does. I didn't know Kevin harbored all these feelings for me.

Jason roars bitterly, "You didn't even try to push him off you. How the f**k would you have felt if that were me, Chelsea? Each time he pulled you closer, you went willingly." I remain quiet, not knowing how to respond.

I don't know how to explain the connection Kevin, and I share to Jason without him growing angrier with me.

Evidently, the bond Kevin and I have differs from what Jason and I share.

Obviously, Kevin and I have a love-hate relationship, whereas Jason and I have always loved and supported each other.

"Can you stay with me tonight, Jason?" I ask faintly, needing Jason to understand he is the one I want.

"What time are your parents coming home?" He rubs his hand through his hair, contemplating.

"He's not my father, Jason. Remember, my father, walked out of my life when Virgil walked into mom's." I pick imaginary lint off my dress. "You have nothing to worry about because they won't be home for a month. My mother made plans to leave for the airport right after the party." I inform him.

"So you and Kevin will have the house to yourselves until they come back?" He questions, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"I'm eighteen Jason." I roll my eyes and stare toward the house. "If I wanted Kevin, I wouldn't have asked for you to stay the night." I understand Jason is angry, but he's treating me as if it's my fault.

Throughout our entire friendship, Jason has never put a girl before me, and if he had any girlfriends, he kept them in the dark because I had never seen any females with him. Therefore, I'm unsure how I would react if I saw a girl kissing Jason.

"Are you staying?" I ask as I slip my stilettos off.

Jason stares straight ahead and ignores me. So, I lie to provoke him. "Kevin kisses better than you." I drop my stilettos on the car floor, swing the door open, leap out, and run toward the house, giggling the entire way.

I hear Jason's footsteps thundering behind me, which causes me to run faster.

Quickly, I open the door, dart up the stairs, and straight to my bedroom without looking back.

As soon as I enter the bedroom, Jason captures me and pushes me against the wall. While smiling, I stroke his face. "I had to use your jealousy to push you over the edge." I taunt.

Jason peers down at me. "Take those f*****g words back, Chelsea." He orders.

"Your lips are the only lips I want touching mine," I assure Jason as I kiss him.

Jason refuses to kiss me, refuses to part his lips, refusing to allow me the entrance I need to find his tongue with mine. "Kiss me, Jason," I beg.

"Is it me you want to kiss or him?" He asks, heatedly, as he glares at me.

"Are you serious, Jason? How long have you known me for? Do you believe I would honestly do that to you?" I pause, waiting for him to reply. When he just stares, leaving his lips pressed together, I continue. "If you think I can do that to you then, maybe we should remain friends." I poke him in the chest. "We don't belong together if you cannot trust me, Jason. I cannot deal with the lack of trust and constant bickering."

Jason's breaths are shallow, and his voice is muffled, "I just got you, Chelsea, and I'm terrified I'll lose you to him."

I release a large-pent-up breath. "We've been friends too long, Jason. Why would you think you'd lose me?" Again, I attempt to kiss him. "You aren't getting rid of me that easily."

Jason relaxes his forehead against mine. "I loved you from the minute I saw you, Chelsea. I swear I'll never let you go."

"I don't want you to let me go." I turn around, "Can you unzip my dress, Jason?" My heart beats rapidly inside my chest as excitement takes over. I never wanted anything as badly as I do at this moment.

Jason rubs his hands up my arms and over my shoulders. Slowly, locating the zipper, and slides it downward, allowing my dress to slide off my naked body, down to the floor.

Casually, I twist in Jason's arms, slipping my hands under his shirt, feeling every ripple in his muscles as I slide his shirt over his head.

My eyes follow the movement of my hands, taking in every single muscle, every single tattoo, on his sun-kissed skin.

Eventually, my hands find their way to his waistline, and slowly I unbuckle his pants.

Immediately, his c**k springs free, and I caress it lightly, wrapping my hand around him.

Gently, I squeeze his erection, feeling him jerk in my hand, causing my want for him to skyrocket.

Rashly, Jason lifts me into his arms, carries me over to the bed, and lays me down. His eyes feel like they are piercing holes in my soles.

Slowly, Jason's eyes move slowly over my body, as he crawls over me, lightly kisses me from my abdomen working his way to my mouth.

Jason holds his lips over mine, his warm breath fluttering over mine as he mumbles. "I don't have a condom, Chelsea."

I draw his face closer, wanting him, craving him, needing him. "I'm on birth control, Jason. Besides, I trust you." Instantaneously, he crushes his lips against mine.

Right away, I feel the head of Jason's hard-on seeking entrance into my v****a. I spread my legs wider, awarding him with the access he needs to fill me.

Inch by inch, I feel Jason's erection slide inside me, slowly. I wail with pleasure as he stretches me.

"Oh, Jason." I moan, thrusting upward, sliding my hands over his shoulders, down his back, and gripping his ass cheeks. "You feel so good inside of me." I moan.

Once he's buried fully inside of me, he removes his lips from mine and asks, "Who was it?"

I stare at him, puzzled. "Who was your first?" he calls for.

Closing my eyes, I seek, "Can we appreciate the moment instead of rehashing the past? I could ask you the same thing, but it's pointless. The present is important, Jason. Not our past."

I stare wildly into his eyes, as he moves his hips, again and again, in moderate motion. "I love you, Jason." He continues to look into my eyes as if I'm the only person who matters to him.

Suddenly, Jason picks up momentum and hammers into my v****a faster, harsher, and deeper. "Oh, yes." I cry out. "Give it to me, Jason." I dig my nails down his side, leaving scratch marks as I go.

His mouth connects with mine, so I swallow his groans as he swallows my moans.

"Tell me you're mine, Chelsea, and only mine." He demands as he slammed into my v****a harder with each word.

I plunge my hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust, "I'm yours, Jason, and only yours." I moan.

He slips his hand between him and me and plays with my center of attention.

On contact, heat waves rush throughout my body. "Oh, Jason." I moan as my toes curls, my eyes close, and my body convulses.

As the pleasure racks throughout my body, my v****a pulses faster, clutching his shaft tighter.

Jason leans down and holds his lips steadily against mine as he cums inside me. His warm sperm filling me, owning me, claiming me.

Breathless, he rolls off me, buries his head in my neck, and tosses his arm over me. Tenderly, Jason places a kiss on my shoulder. "I'm going to call the construction company tomorrow and ask them to rush with the renovations."

I roll onto my side, "Do you think living together before we finished school would be a good idea?"

He massages my back. "Why not?"

I brush my fingers through his hair. "We might become too preoccupied with each other and it's too soon," I suggest.

He kisses me. "Chelsea, you have distracted me since we were kids." He hauls me onto his chest, "Therefore, I plan to distract you my whole life."

"If you plan to spend your entire with me, Jason, you'll eventually have to let me meet your family."

I feel his body tense. "One day." He quips.

"Soon?" I question.

"Maybe." He includes as he gives my shoulder a little squeeze.

I pinch his side and make him jump. "Are you embarrassed of me, Jason?" I investigate.

Without hesitancy, he replies, "No." He kisses the corner of my mouth, "Never, Chelsea."

"You have met my mother, stepfather, and my stepbrother." His body stiffens when I mention my stepbrother. "And, they're insane." I giggle. "You even had front-row seats tonight to see what I have to deal with daily, so don't think for one second I don't understand family drama because I understand."

"It's a different kind of drama from mine.," He insists.

"How?" I question my interest multiplied.

"Do you love him, Chelsea?" I realize he's referring to Kevin, but he's also changing the subject.

"Stop changing the subject," I announce, sternly.

"Answer me, and I'll answer you." He's not playing fair tonight.

"I told you so much about me, Jason, and yet you have kept your family a secret from me."

Ignoring me, Jason leans over me, grabbing my chin between his fingers. "Why are you avoiding my question? Are you in love with him? Was he the one who had taken your virginity?" I yank my face out of his hold, surprised by Jason's behavior.

He has never behaved this way with me before. Moreover, Jason has consistently been loving and understanding, and now he's acting like a jackass.

"I don't f*****g love him in the way you're thinking. And, no, Kevin didn't take my virginity. His friend Rick did." I shove him off me, and he goes voluntarily.

"The reason I understood your pain is that my mother cheated on my father and they divorced around the same time your parents did. After the divorce, my father committed suicide. My mom and I have had a rocky relationship since then because I fault her. Are you happy now?" Jason rambles.

"f**k you, Jason. No, I'm not happy." He attempts to drag me onto his chest, but my stubbornness forces me to yank out of his reach.

I want to hug him since I know what it feels like to come from a broken family, and also because I understand what it feels like to point fingers full of blame at another person. But, I don't.

I'm truly sorry for the loss of Jason's father, but I cannot tolerate this jealousy. If his moods continue changing like they are, all we will do is, be down each other's throats arguing. That's not the relationship I want.

"I'm sorry Chelsea. I'm jealous and I don't know how to deal with it." Jason tugs me over onto his chest, and this time he doesn't allow me to jerk out of his arms.

He kisses my forehead. "I love you so f*****g much." He mutters.

My body weakens with his words. Though I don't recite the words back to him.

I won't tolerate him using his jealousy as an excuse for turning into an asshole.

Sadly, I already miss my best friend.