Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter-7

Kevin

Chelsea storms into our house with fresh tears slipping down her cheeks, face flushed. The sight of her breaks my heart.

Unquestionably, I prefer nothing more than to enclose Chelsea in my arms and kiss her tears away, but not knowing if I'm the reason for her tears troubles me.

In all honesty, I cannot control my feelings for my stepsister any longer. It seems like I'm incapable of doing anything right with her.

Recently, I stopped being the jerk she has grown to know, yet she still brushes me away every chance she gets.

As I sit in the recliner, I observe Chelsea as she flops onto the couch and reclines her head backward.

Perhaps I'm pushing Chelsea too hard and too fast. Since Chelsea isn't like the rest. After noticing how much I have hurt her, I'll have to be more considerate of her feelings, and move at a slower pace.

I understand how much she has grown to hate me. However, I cannot sit here, watch her suffer in heartache and not do anything to calm her down.

Admittedly, I understand Chelsea has a boyfriend, but he's not here right now.

I realize Chelsea was agitated with me earlier, though I doubt our argument would cause her this much heartbreak and bring her to the brink of tears.

Hopefully, she and Jason had broken up. If they have, I'll scoop in, force my way into her heart, and reveal to her I can be the man she wishes me to be.

Skeptically, I walk toward the couch, observing her with each step I take, noticing Chelsea is staring blankly at the ceiling, tears rapidly dripping down her flush red cheeks.

Regarding her carefully, not wanting to agitate her, I realize she has an emptiness in her eyes; I have never seen before.

Something happened when she left, and I realize it had nothing to do with me. Without hesitating, I perch down beside her and gently draw her onto my lap.

After settling her on my lap, arms around my stepsister tightly, I notice she doesn't push me away, which is a breath of fresh air for me.

Chelsea's forehead drops onto my shoulder, her cries rack her body. "What's wrong, Chelsea? Was it Jason?" If he hurt her, I'll f*****g murder him.

"No." She blabbers.

I remove her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Talk to me, Chelsea." I'll admit, I'm f*****g worried since I have never seen her cry before.

"I can't." She sobs as she buries her head into my chest, covering her face with her hand.

I'm sure Chelsea doesn't trust me because of how things have been between us. Though, I would never betray Chelsea in that kind of way and spread her business. Whatever my stepsister confided in me about would stay strictly between us.

I would always be here for Chelsea, regardless of the situation. "You can trust me, Chelsea." I angle my head and kiss her forehead. "If you need a brother, I'm here. If you need a friend, I'm here." I reassure her, trying to show her I'll be anything she desires.

Most importantly, I want Chelsea to understand that even though we grew older, I'm still the same boy she was raised with, and that boy who loved her then loves her now.

When Chelsea and I were younger, we did everything together. Of course, Jason always tagged along, but it never stopped Chelsea and me from growing close.

It wasn't until we grew older, reached our stubborn teenage years, and our parents married, that caused us to go separate ways and pretend to hate each other when in fact I crave her more than anything else in this world.

Admittedly, I hate sharing, and when Jason was around, I had to share Chelsea's attention. So, I would leave them be and allow them to have their time together because I couldn't stomach Chelsea spending time with him.

I craved Chelsea's attention and wanted it solely on me. And when Jason was around, she would give it all to him. Obviously, I wanted Chelsea for myself. And I still f*****g do.

By me leaving Jason and Chelsea alone, I provided them with the space they needed to become closer, and I have regretted every f*****g second.

Chelsea attempts to climb off my lap, and I stop her. "I cannot trust you, Kevin."

I drag her closer. "Yes, you can. I promise I wouldn't tell anybody."

She exhales deeply. "When I left here earlier, I went to my father's house. I met him, my little sister, and his wife." My body stiffens. I cannot believe I made her that unhappy, to the point she sought her father out to escape from me.

"I'm sorry." She glances at me, confused.

"Why are you sorry?" She appeals.

I rest my head against hers. "Am I the reason you went to your fathers?"

She mumbles against my neck, "No." She admits, "I was curious."

"Why are you upset?" I ask trying to make sense of why she was so upset. I realize she's not crying anymore, however, I still keep her in my arms, relishing in the moment of having Chelsea this close to me.

"I felt jealous over a f*****g five-year-old little girl, Kevin. I wished for everything she had and has. When I saw his wife, I felt so much f*****g hatred for her. Also, I found out my mother has lied." She's unable to bottle her pain. Taking my thumb, I wipe the tears that escaped her beautiful eyes.

"What did your mother lie about?" I caress her arm, speaking faintly.

"She forced me to believe he wanted nothing to do with me since he had a new family. Mom had me thinking the entire time he did nothing for me, and it was all a lie."

That right there is the reason I would never marry. Once people marry, they divorce, leaving their children trapped in the middle of their problems, tangled in the hatred, anger, and resentment, they feel and dragging the children into chaos.

I attempt to soothe Chelsea. "I think your mom lied so she wouldn't lose you. Your mother loves you, Chelsea. Don't hate her for it." I realize what Dorothy didn't wasn't right. Lying wasn't the best way, but I don't enjoy seeing Chelsea hurting, so I'll say anything at the moment to calm her down.

"My little sister looks just like me." Chelsea sits up on my lap and braces her hands on my chest. "She is so beautiful, Kevin. She has the same spiral curls as me." Chelsea rambles. "She invited me to her birthday party and told me she always wanted a sister."

"Are you going?" I question.

She shrugs, "I don't know."

"I'll go with you if you want me to, so you don't have to attend the party alone." She nods. I guess that's a yes. This girl can give me whiplash.

Chelsea climbs off my lap, and this time I allow her to. "I made plans to go to the bar tonight. Do you want to come?" I offer.

She glances down at the floor. "Jason is supposed to come over tonight."

"So," I say simply. "You look like you could use a night out. Besides, you can invite him if you'd like." I offer, hoping she doesn't invite him.

It's been too long since Chelsea and I hung out together, alone, with nobody around to interrupt us. I would like to spend some quality time with her without arguing.

"Okay," She agrees, softly. "Will you wait for me to change my clothes?" She asks.

I tilt my head toward the steps, "Hurry." I instruct her, feeling eager to have her to myself.

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A couple of hours later, and four glasses of Vodka, Chelsea stands in front of me dancing freely to the beat of the music.

Undoubtedly, I have missed f*****g partying with her. Chelsea's present alone lights up a f*****g room just by walking in.

Chelsea rotates her body, her front pressed against mine. "Jason's jealous of you." She shouts over the music.

I laugh and shrug my shoulders. "He has to understand I been around almost as long as he has."

She spins in my arms, and I stare down at her. "He thinks I'm in love with you."

I smile, "Are you, Sister?" I taunt.

She elbows me gently. "And the jerk is back."

I smirk, "Well, do you?"

"What?" She questions as she holds her hands above her head, moving her body to the beat.

She doesn't need to answer my question because I can see it in her eyes. She bears feelings for me whether or not she chooses to admit it.

Chelsea might betray herself to be vigorous and pretend to despise me, but this girl doesn't have it inside her to hate somebody.

I place my hands on her, and whisper into her ear, "Jason and Jessica just strolled in."

Her body freezes. "Keep dancing," I demand, wanting to Jason jealous. Admittedly, he has what I want.

I knew Jessica was a jealous b***h when she reacted the way she had after we f****d. However, I didn't think she would snitch to Jason and bring him to the bar to stop Chelsea and me from enjoying ourselves.

When we walked into the nightclub, I spotted Jessica on the dance floor. However, I thought she had left. I assumed she left because she spotted me and Chelsea. I didn't think she would lower herself to the point she would snitch and invite Jason to the club.

I notice Jessica looking around until she spots Chelsea and me and whispers something to Jason before they walk our way.

Swiftly, I spin Chelsea around, and tilt her backward, before spinning her again, placing her ass against my c**k.

That mother fucker taunted me before he left our house, knowing I was standing there watching the two of them.

Now, Jason can have the pleasure of watching my hands on Chelsea and her ass pressed against me.

Earlier, I stood there watching while waiting for that bastard to leave while he continued to kiss her and declare his undying love for her while peeping over her shoulder at me.

Presently, it's my turn to show Jason how it feels to watch the one you love pressed up against another mother fucker.

Momentarily, Jason tugs Chelsea by her arm, and she goes willingly.

Instantly, Jessica takes Chelsea's spot in front of me. "Why did you tell him?" I question as I wrap my hand around her hair aggressively.

"Because Jason needed to know where his girl was," Jessica says as her hips move in circular motions.

I focus all my attention on Jason as he guides Chelsea off the dance floor. I watch as Jason sits down at the booth and aggressively tugs Chelsea onto his lap. The sight of them together makes me nauseous as this was supposed to be our night.

Chelsea was just in my arms, and now she's in his. And it's all because of this b***h right here. The school slut ruined my night with my stepsister.

I saunter back toward the bar, leaving Jessica to dance by herself. "Vodka and orange juice," I order.

As soon as the bartender places my drink down, I drain it.

I'm powerless to stop my wondering eyes from moving toward Chelsea. At the moment, she has her head flung back, and her mouth is open, and her eyes are closed.

It's obvious that mother fucker has his hand under the table, giving her an orgasm.

Although he is claiming her, taunting me, I cannot take my f*****g eyes off, Chelsea.

Fuck, the sight of her is captivating.

Her blonde and black hair falls over his shoulder as pleasure radiates from her.

"Instead of lusting over her, how come you don't let me take care of that for you?" Jessica offers, gesturing toward my hard c**k.

I haven't f****d her since the last time. Seemingly, I was trying my best to be the man Chelsea deserved. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked out as I planned. Even at my best, Chelsea runs from my arms to his.

Now, I stand here and watch her body convulse as pleasure rakes her body at the hands of another man.

Chelsea opens her eyes and finds mine immediately. I recognize she is angry, followed by what seems to be regret washed over her face.

While Chelsea is gawking at me, I grab Jessica's hand and walk off to the nearest bathroom.

Admittedly, it was a dickhead move, but after seeing what I just witnessed, I need to cut her the way she had sliced me.

Forthwith, Jessica drops to her knees and unbuckles my pants. Once she frees my c**k, she rolls a grape-flavored condom over my d**k.

Jessica licks and twirls her tongue around the head while she jerks me. "Suck it," I tell Jessica, hoping she can make my c**k rise to its maximum height.

My d**k started softening the moment I came into this bathroom with the one who ruined my night.

I cannot get the sight of Chelsea out of my head, and it gradually kills what little b***r I had.

I close my eyes, trying to focus. But, I'm struggling.

All I see is Chelsea.

Her crying in my arms.

Her confiding in me.

Her deep blue eyes stared into mine when I asked her if she loved me.

Her ass shaking against my d**k, and the way her body felt pressed against mine.

How she claimed she cannot trust me.

Her tears.

Her f*****g tears.

Boom, my c**k goes f*****g soft.

"What the f**k, Kevin?" Jessica streaks as she continues stroking my limp d**k. Christ, she's a desperate b***h.

"You're not her." I yank my hips backward, roll the condom off, and zip my pants.

I'm in love with a girl who's in love with another man.

I got it f*****g bad for a woman who is already spoken for, and I don't have a clue how to contain these feelings.

I stalk out of the f*****g closet and leave Jessica on her f*****g knees, like the stupid f*****g slut she is.

The b***h should have kept her mouth shut. If I weren't a man, I would throat punch the f**k out of her for ruining my f*****g night with the girl I love.

And it's all Jessica's fault.