Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter-6

Chelsea

"Will I see you later?" I challenge, standing on my tiptoes, encircling my arms around Jason's neck.

"Depends," He mutters against my mouth while peering over my shoulder.

I chew the inside of my cheek, "depends on what?" I ask.

Once again, Jason's eyes dart over my shoulder before finding mine. "Do you want to see me later?" His eyebrow arches, and I trace it with my finger.

Tauntingly, I lean closer. "Of course, I want to see you later. If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked."

Jason glances over my shoulder again. "I love you, Chelsea."

"I love you too, Jason," I whisper.

Jason lowers his lips to mine, taking a moment to breathe me in, which he seems to do often.

Rapidly, Jason scoops me in his arms and holds me firmly against him. "You're too tall. At least in this position, we're on the same level." I assert jokingly as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

Slowly, I lean my face closer until our lips are touching. "I'm sorry about your father," I say sincerely as the guilt from last night becomes too much.

"Chelsea." He pauses, whispering against my lips. "You truly are the definition of perfect." Once again, Jason melts my heart.

Slowly, he kisses me, and glides his hand up my back, keeping one hand under my bottom, keeping me firmly molded to him.

He tangles my hair around his hand. Hastily, our tender kiss turns violent. The urge to feel Jason inside me rose.

Jason kisses me desperately as if he's terrified I won't be here when he returns later today.

I pull back, wiggling my ass in his hands. "I need you so much right now," I admit, breathlessly.

"Later," He kisses me. "I'll f**k you like you have never been f****d before,"

Although Jason's words turn me on, I cover his mouth with my hand. "Shut up Jason. You cannot talk dirty to me right now if you don't have plans to make love to me." I purr, "You don't know how bad I want to feel your d**k inside me."

"I wouldn't leave you, Chelsea, if I didn't have important things I had to do." He tugs my hair, tilts my head backward, and places a gentle, loving kiss on my neck. "The sooner I finish, the sooner I can come back to you and take care of her."

I wish Jason and I didn't have anything to do so we could spend quality time together. Unfortunately, he has things to do and so do I.

Ugh, I don't even want to think about homework. I have a stack of homework I need to finish. Hence, the reason I have been procrastinating.

As I drift down Jason's body, slowly unwrapping myself from around him. Jason thrusts his hips forward, allowing me to feel his hard-on. "You are not the only one." He kisses my cheek,"

I smile as he turns the door handle. "See you later, Jason," I add, wishing he could stay here with me.

"Are you finished, boo-loving?" Kevin's voice startles me.

"Awe, Kevin, is your bedpost empty?" I fake a pout.

"By choice," He claims. "I thought I had a chance with you. Apparently, I don't." I quirk an eyebrow and decide to say nothing. I think ignoring Kevin is best for the time being.

After yesterday, I have nothing to say to Kevin. Apparently, he hasn't accepted the fact I have a boyfriend.

Momentarily, Kevin's voice thunders throughout the room. "Did you f**k him?"

"Really, Kevin?" What's it any of your business? You're not my boyfriend, so stop acting like you are." All the irritation from last night rushes back, so I take this opportunity to yell at him since our parents aren't home. "You have no right to question me about who I am f*****g. Especially when you have repeatedly brought girls into this house and not one time did I question you about your s*x life. I don't know if this is a pissing contest for you or a challenge, but I won't have you disrespecting me or my relationship." I pause and remind myself to breathe.

The anger is too fresh. I'm unable to bottle my feelings in any longer. "My mother and your father might think your behavior is f*****g hilarious. However, I don't. So, don't think for even a second that you can blow a couple of kisses my way, and I'll climb into your bed." I cross my arms in front of me, and walk toward my bedroom, wanting to be as far away from my stepbrother as possible.

Kevin seizes my arm. "I never said you were anything like those girls I f****d. It's because you're unique, that I love you. It's because you don't eat the s**t I ditch, and bow down to me, that I want you." Kevin shakes his head, frustrated as he struggles for words. "I want you because you're you, Chelsea." He states, staring at me nervously.

I sigh, "Kevin, you don't love me, you're in love with the idea of me. But, I think it is more of a game for you, Kevin."

Kevin crosses his arms. "Bull s**t, Chelsea. The first time I met you, you were wearing a pink flowered dress. I remember you didn't leave your mother's side. I might have been thirteen years old the first time I laid eyes on you, but I was a teenage boy going through puberty. Therefore, I had no trouble spotting a beautiful girl, and you, Chelsea, knocked the wind from me." Kevin pauses, which I'm glad. Truthfully, this doesn't sound like the Kevin I have gotten to know.

Kevin's body goes limp. "It wasn't until this past year you and I fell apart. Particularly because I overheard our parents speaking about eloping. I tried to hate you and couldn't, Chelsea. Don't you remember all those times we would stay up and sit on the porch under the stars while our parents were sleeping? Or how we would sneak off and leave our friends, so it would just be us? I might have done little dumb s**t to get on your nerves, but I have and never done anything to truly hurt you."

I square my shoulders. "You never did anything to hurt me, Kevin? Really?" I inch backward as I speak, making certain to leave after I get the last word. "You changed, Kevin. You and Jason were the only friends I had, and you dropped me like I meant nothing to you. You brought bitches in here after I moved in, knowing I would hear you f*****g them. The sweet boy I met five years ago isn't the boy standing in front of me. You used to make me feel like I mattered, until a year ago when you decided you needed a distraction. So, it's your fault we went down separate paths. I'm still me," I say, waving my hands down my body. "You're the one who changed," I advise him as I leave the house and slam the door, making sure not to give him another chance to speak.

Instead of going to my bedroom to get away from Kevin, I left the house, not wanting to breathe the same air as he does.

Although I didn't have a destination, I drive and drive trying I clear my head.

Pulling over, I hold the brake down, and place the car in park, realizing I'm parked outside of a house I have embedded in my brain.

I'm unsure of why I even came here. Perhaps deep down inside there are questions I need answering.

My father has made quite a living for himself. Though, I'm judging from the outside looking in. Still, I recognize money when I see it. And his house and cars are screaming dollar signs.

At this moment, I realize why it was so easy for him to leave me in the past. Evidently, he has started over and established a new life for himself. And, by doing so, he forgot about the family he had previously to his affair.

Lazily, I wander up the driveway and knock on the door. An older man with salt and pepper color hair answers, "We're not interested in anything you're selling." He spews before granting me the chance to speak.

The older man attempts to slam the door, but I stop him by slapping my palm against the door. Immediately, I scrunch my nose in disgust. "I'm not selling anything, John," I advise him. "I came to say hello, Dad," I retort, crudely.

"Who is it, Daddy?" A little girl comes skipping toward John, taking her place by his side, holding his hand.

The little girl gapes at me with little curious deep blue eyes. "Are you my new babysitter?" She questions.

I'm stuck in a stupor, incapable of responding to the little girl who is a miniature version of myself.

This little girl has the same spiral curls I have, except her hair is shorter than mine. Her hair hangs a little past her shoulders, while mine hangs midway down my back. What shocks me the most is that her eyes are even the same color blue as mine.

"No, baby, that's not your babysitter," Dad explains. "She's your sister," he says, clearing his throat.

I snap my eyes back toward my father and notice he's fidgeting like he's lost at the moment and unsure of what he should do.

"Daddy told me about you." The little girl includes while holding our father's hand.

I attempt to smile but fail. "My mother told me about you," I reply sarcastically to the little girl while staring harshly at my father.

"She's innocent, Chelsea." He kneels down to the little girl's level. "Go into the kitchen and wait there for me." She smiles lovingly at him, "Okay, Daddy."

The little girl looked at him with so much love. The same way I did once upon a time. Presently, I stand here feeling so much hatred as I continue gawking at him, feeling overwhelmed and unsure of the reason I came here.

"Would you like to come inside?" I nod and accompany him inside.

"That's Emily," Dad informs me.

After all these years of knowing that I have a little sister, I finally know her name.

My little sister, who I now have a name for. Emily. The little girl who stole my father from me, and received all her father's love while he abandoned me as if I didn't exist.

Dad pours me a glass of iced tea. "You can sit and make yourself comfortable, Chelsea. I'm sure you have questions you need answers to."

Awkwardly, I take a seat. "How could you leave me and never turn back?" I ask harshly since I don't understand how he could leave me to raise another child and pretend I wasn't here.

"I couldn't do it, Chelsea." He massages his temples. "I couldn't handle coming to your mother's and visiting with you, knowing she had another man in the house that would someday replace me."

I loom closer, attempting to whisper so that Emily won't overhear, "So you replaced me? You were my father, and you made it seem so easy to walk away from me. How the hell do you think mom felt when you cheated on her and created another family?"

His body goes limp. "I'm sorry Chelsea. I made so many mistakes, and I regret them all, but I don't regret Emily."

I snap my eyes toward him. "But, you regret me?"

Alas, his body slacks as tears form in his eyes, "Not at all. I don't regret you at all."

"I see you're still famous for your lies." I snort. "I'm sorry for coming. Clearly, coming here was a mistake." I slam the glass of iced tea on the kitchen table.

I'm unsure of why I even came to visit. Evidently, I have too much hostility inside of me for what he had done.

"Please don't leave, Chelsea." He requests. "Give me a chance to fix this."

I smack the table, making a thumping noise. "You had plenty of time to fix this. We wouldn't even be sitting here at the moment if I hadn't come to you."

He jumps to his feet in defense. "Stop making me out to be the bad guy. Even though I was not around, I still watched over you. I'm the reason you don't have to work a day in your life because of that credit card you carry in your purse. I kept my eyes on you throughout the years and made sure your mother was raising you properly, and her new boyfriend was good to you. I might have left your mother Chelsea, but I never strayed far from you."

Mom never told me he helped support me. She handed me my credit card on my eighteenth birthday and advised me to do as I pleased.

From the moment dad had walked out, my mother has always made it seem like she has done everything on her own without any help from him.

I suck back a sob and stare at the guy who was once the best father anyone could ever wish for.

Emotions are choking me, making it impossible to speak. "Mom's never told me you helped with anything. She forced me to believe you didn't want me."

Dad looks down at the floor, using the table to brace himself. "I wanted you, Chelsea. I pleaded with her to allow me to bring you to my home instead of visiting with you at her house. She refused because of her hatred toward me. She allowed her jealousy to interfere with me being your father."

For five years, mom made me believe my father was jealous of Virgil, and that's the reason he never came around. "Mom said Virgil was the reason you left me. She said you were too jealous seeing her with another man." I inform him.

"He was part of the reason, but not the entire reason. Your mother and I argued every time I visited you. I cannot blame your mother since I wronged her, but she pulled you into the middle. I couldn't sit in Dorothy's house with her and Virgil watching me spend time with you, so I left even though it wasn't easy for me to do." Dad rubs the back of his neck before continuing, "Every time I look at Emily, she reminds me of you." I feel like he replaced me with his other daughter.

I glance over at Emily, who I had forgotten about. She's sitting in the chair, glancing back and forth at her father and me.

As I stare into her innocent eyes, I realize it's not her fault.

She's as innocent as me.

But that doesn't stop me from feeling jealous of her. She had all our father's attention while I got none.

Emotionally f****d, incapable of handling everything at once, I snatch my purse and storm toward the door. "Can you come to my birthday party? I'm going to be six years old." Emily questions, holding up six little fingers as she looks up at me.

"Her birthday party is Saturday, Chelsea. We would love to have you come." Dad adds.

"I always wanted a sister," Emily says, cheerfully.

A red hair woman steps through the door as I stand here contemplating.

Dad looks at the woman and introduces me. "This is Chelsea."

The little girl runs toward the woman. "Mommy, did you buy me the bike I wanted for my birthday?"

I gasp.

This is Lori.

The woman who willingly f****d my father while he was still married to my mother.

As I glare at this woman with disgust flashing in my eyes, I realize coming here was a mistake.

This is the woman that wrecked my family. Moreover, I cannot stand to be in the same room as her. And, she will always be in the family picture since she and my father share a child together.

Without saying goodbye, I storm out of their happy home, and I don't glance back.

As much as I would love to be the big sister Emily deserves since she's as innocent as me. I'm still uncertain as to if I could forgive my father or his wife for breaking my once-happy family apart.