Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter 2

Kevin

Right away, I take hold of Jessica's wrist, lower her arms down to her side, and whisper, "Don't touch me."

Jessica pouts before questioning, "Why won't you allow me to touch you?"

"As I told you before, I enjoy being touched." I fib.

If I allowed these females to touch me while f*****g them, they would become clingy, and crave more. And that's not something I want, especially coming from random f***s.

It's not like we're in a relationship; therefore, I don't want to put any ideas in her head.

"Turn around and get on all fours," I demand.

Jessica abides, bends on all four, arches her back, and pops her ass out, ready and willing for me to f**k.

Instantly, I slide the condom on my c**k, making sure not to impregnate her.

Obviously, Jessica isn't a woman I can imagine spending the rest of my life with. I met Jessica on Monday and had her bent over in my bed on Tuesday.

Jessica had been around the entire school and back again more times than I could count on my hands.

Truthfully, Jessica is an easy lay, and that's precisely what I need at the moment to distract my mind from my stepsister.

This past month has been f*****g torture living with my stepsister. Seriously, I live with a permanent erection from watching her with lust-filled eyes while she wanders around wearing her tight pajama shorts.

Damn, just thinking about cherishing my stepsister's remarkable body causes my b***r to throb painfully.

Unregretfully, I slide into Jessica's warmth with Chelsea on my mind.

Though, I don't touch or kiss Jessica. I couldn't. Not, with Chelsea on my mind.

Chelsea is the one I want to devour.

Until I get what I want, Jessica will have to do it.

Instead of appreciating Jessica, I stand behind her and bang into her p***y, with my eyes closed, wishing it was Chelsea I was f*****g. Rather than the school slut.

Thinking about Chelsea induces the urge to c*m to build higher, "Oh, Kevin," Jessica moans. f**k. I need her to shut up before her voice makes me lose focus.

As opposed to listening to Jessica moans my name, I concentrate harder and visualize Chelsea on all fours with my d**k inside her, and my name passing her lips in a moment of pleasure, instead of anger.

The thought causes me to momentarily move my hips faster, thrusting harsher and deeper while I continue to visualize myself f*****g Chelsea and imagine her moaning my name.

Urgently, my c*m shoots to the surface, bringing a fatal growl with it.

Without delay, I pump my hips faster for a couple more seconds until my d**k is thoroughly emptied.

Once I'm fully emptied, I withdraw my d**k from her p***y and roll the condom off to dispose of it.

Afterward, Jessica flops down on the mattress, regarding me as I toss the condom into the trash, and head for the bathroom.

Unashamedly, I leave Jessica laying on the bed and quickly lock the bathroom door, making sure Jessica couldn't come into the bathroom with me.

Immediately I strip and jump into the shower, to quickly wash my body.

Today makes the third time I have f****d Jessica, despite that, I'm not capable of getting rid of these dirty thoughts of my stepsister out of my head.

Chelsea has a temper and doesn't accept any of the s**t I fire her way. When I bring the fire, Chelsea brings the flames.

I'm not used to females denying me something I want. Usually, when I want something, I take it.

However, that's not the situation with Chelsea. That girl advises me to go f**k myself in a heartbeat, and God damn, do I love it.

Getting under Chelsea's skin while impatiently waiting for her to become angry with me, and grow red in the face makes my day.

Chelsea is the most complicated female I have ever come stumbled upon.

Even though she's hard to break down, it doesn't stop me from trying.

Once I pissed Chelsea off, I have to work extra harder to make her calm down. And, extra harder to get back on her good side again.

For the time being, I have to pretend to hate Chelsea, so she doesn't recognize how much I f*****g love her. Truthfully, I have always felt an attraction to Chelsea, but making her mine wasn't a choice because of our parents.

Since Chelsea and her mother moved into our house, I have looked forward to waking up every day. Lately, it's become my life mission to drive Chelsea crazy, since it's the only way I can capture her full attention.

Chelsea and I have the third level of the house to ourselves. Her bedroom is across from mine, plus we share a bathroom.

Oh boy, does she dislike sharing a bathroom with me. The thought makes me giggle as rub the soapy rag over my torso.

As of now, I always do small things that I know would bother her so that I can hear her beautiful singsong voice while she complains or snitches on me.

Every so often Chelsea will speak politely to me. However, it's not often. Sometimes, the only way for me to get a reaction from Chelsea is for me to f**k with her

And, boy, do I get a rise from her each time I bring a girl home. I suppose it's because our bedrooms are so close, so the moans reverberate through to her room.

Usually, when I'm finished f*****g a b***h, Chelsea will be downstairs, sprawled out on the couch, and avoids me at all costs.

After slapping 'Stetson' on my neck, I place the bottle on the bathroom sink instead of placing it back into the medicine cabinet where it belongs. From time to time, these are the little things I do that seem to frustrate Chelsea, but it's too entertaining to quit now.

I wonder how Chelsea would feel if she realized I did it purposely to get a reaction from her.

"Are you ready?" I ask Jessica, who has made herself quite comfortable on my bed.

I realize it's time to stop dealing with Jessica before she becomes emotionally attached.

Her forehead furrowed. "Already?" She whines.

I nod, "Yep. I have things to do." Which isn't a lie. Dad's having a celebration party for him and Dorothy tonight before they leave for their honeymoon. Therefore, I can't stand behind her and f**k her all day.

Jessica crawls out of bed and attempts to kiss me.

I dodge her kiss, and she says, "I want more, Kevin." f**k, this is the last thing I had wanted.

Hell, I assumed Jessica would have been a great f**k with no strings attached since she's f****d the entire school, and never clung to anyone else before. Plus, Jessica didn't seem like the clingy type.

Or perhaps my d**k is just that damn good, and it leads her to believe she wants more when, in reality, it's the d**k she is craving. "I don't do girlfriends," I announce, before walking out of the room and leaving her to follow.

Straightaway, I notice Chelsea laying on the couch with her earbuds inside her ears, reading a 'Glamour' magazine.

As soon as Chelsea spots me, she rolls her eyes and pretends to read the magazine.

I stare at her, admiring her beauty while lost in a daze.

It isn't until Jessica speaks that I'm ripped from my trance. "Is it because of her?"

I look at Jessica, confused. "Because of her what?"

A line etches between Jessica's eyebrows. "Is she the reason you refuse to make it official between you and me?"

I offer Jessica a crooked smile. "No, I just like to f**k, and so do you, so I figured it was safe to f**k you without you becoming all clingy."

Jessica's mouth drops open. "f**k you, Kevin." She takes off toward the door, "I saw you staring at your stepsister like you wished it was her you were f*****g instead of me." f**k, I didn't think it was that obvious.

Moreso, I cannot believe this b***h is jealous. I f****d her three damn times, and she's acting like she has control over me. "I f****d you three times, Jessica, and each time we have f****d, I never touched you or kissed you. Each time, I just bent you over and f****d you from the back. Now, stop begging for something you will never get and move on to the next d**k in line like you normally do."

Jessica's parents are as wealthy as my father is. She's used to guys giving in to her commands and bending down to her because of all her fakeness.

Jessica is as fake as a 'Barbie Doll. The only difference between Jessica and a barbie doll is Jessica breathes, and Barbie doesn't.

There is nothing about Jessica that is real. Everything about this girl is fake.

Surely, Jessica has a pleasant set of breasts attached to her chest, but I would bet every dollar in my bank account they're fake, as well. Mostly because last year she hardly had plums, and this year she's carrying around oranges.

"You'll regret this." She gestures toward Chelsea. "That b***h has nothing on me."

Chelsea leaps off the couch. "Him not wanting to make you his has nothing to do with me." Chelsea looks toward me and adds. "Control your stray cats."

That's where Jessica is wrong because Jessica doesn't stand a chance next to Chelsea.

Chelsea is real, honest, fierce, and everything Jessica isn't.

Suddenly, Jessica yanks the front door open and shrieks, "f**k you, and f**k her." She slams the door shut behind her.

Chelsea rushes toward the door. "I'm going to slap that b***h?" Oh yeah, she's furious. Just the way I like her.

I grab Chelsea's arm before she can open the door. "She isn't worth it," I proclaim, and truly mean it.

Chelsea snatches her arm out of my hold and relaxes back on the couch.

Once I realized she was comfortable, I take a seat at the end and settle Chelsea's legs across my lap.

Promptly, Chelsea flings her legs off me. "Don't touch me after you just finished f*****g a sexually transmitted disease." She sneers.

I chuckle at her statement. "I'm clean."

"Yeah, right," she replies sarcastically.

"I am. Every time I f**k, I strap up. I inform Chelsea, truthfully.

Chelsea ignores me and dials on her cell phone. "Are you busy, Jason?"

As of now, I hate that motherfucker. Recently, Chelsea runs to that motherfucker every time I piss her off to the point she cannot stand to look at my face,

Chelsea and Jason have known each other longer than she and I.

I met Chelsea in our first year of middle school, whereas Jason has known her since elementary school.

She is definitely closer to Jason than she is to me. "I'll be ready," she speaks into the phone, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Once Chelsea hangs up the phone, I knock the magazine out of her hand to irritate her. And to be an asshole since I'm feeling jealous, and I don't f*****g like it.

Jealousy is a feeling I never understood before, Chelsea. Importantly, it's a feeling I wish never to feel again.

"Mom, come and get your son." She screams.

"Mom, come and get your son." I mimic.

She picks the magazine off the floor. "You don't know when to quit, do you?"

I glare at her. "I wasn't doing anything. I was planning to relax here on the couch with you and watch a movie until we had to leave."

Her lips curl in disgust, "You don't get to do that." She slams the magazine down on the table.

"Do what?" I oppose.

"You don't get to bring that b***h in here, chase me out my room, so I don't have to hear 'oh Kevin' being called out multiple times. I won't hang out with you after you just had," she pauses, pointing to my p***s, "that dirty thing in some b***h. Mainly because she disrespected me and I don't even like or talk to that bitch."

I attempt to calm her down by reassuring her, "I won't bring any more girls home."

And, I won't. Jessica had taken it too far this time. I don't want Chelsea to feel uncomfortable in our house.

I can f**k with Chelsea all I want, but nobody else can.

Chelsea grabs her things off the table. "I don't care who you f**k or what you do. I only have one more month here before I plan to move out, anyway."

"Are you two at it again, children?" Dorothy sighs.

"I'm leaving, mom. I'll meet you at the party." Chelsea says to her mother.

"She's running to her boyfriend's house." I tattle.

"Since when do you have a boyfriend?" I sneer at her mother's challenge. I expected her mother to be angry, instead of excited.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and Chelsea darts toward the door. "I'm leaving."

I accompany her to the door, and mean-mug Jason. "Don't be late," I inform Chelsea, purposely taunting her.

She flips me the middle finger and slams the door shut in my face.

"Why do you provoke her so much, Kevin?" Dorothy asks.

I smirk, "What else is there to do?" Dorothy shakes her head and leaves the room.

In this past month, I believe I irritated Chelsea enough to last a lifetime. If irritating Chelsea sends her into the arms of another man, I'll have to quit.

One day Chelsea will be mine, regardless of what our parents think.

I'll try my best to win her heart, even if Jason owns it.

Currently, the house is quiet and boring without Chelsea here to f**k with. It's my fault though. I wouldn't be sitting here alone if I could have found something else to distract myself with instead of f*****g Jessica. I should have taken a cold shower and jerked off instead of f*****g that clingy b***h.

Unfortunately for me, I have gotten myself into another situation that will call for a lot of ass-kissing.

I have never bent down for a female, but for Chelsea, I'll bend a little.