Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter 13

Jason

If Chelsea thinks for even a second, I’ll let her go; she has another coming.

The contractors have finally finished all the major repairs, and now my house it’s livable. Therefore, I’m not letting her leave.

Truthfully, I shouldn’t have kissed Jessica knowing how much Chelsea despises her, but the image of Chelsea kissing Kevin kept replaying in my head.

Chelsea and I have been sitting here, inside my house for over an hour, with an uncomfortable silence settling over us.

I understand Chelsea is angry toward me, but so the f**k am I. Not only am I furious, but also, I’m hurting.

Without a doubt, I cannot live without that girl. She might be my stepsister, but I’m all in. She owns my heart, ruining me for any other woman.

In all honesty, I struggled to breathe when she left. Therefore, I refuse to let her leave me.

I realize now I might have f****d up by keeping a secret from her, but I need her to understand that I did it because I loved her. The last thing I ever wanted to do was to bring her pain.

Plainly, I cannot stand the sight of her father any more than she can. I wasn’t lying when I told her I didn’t want to bring her home to my parent’s house because I didn’t want to put my burden on her.

I knew Chelsea hated John as much as I do and bringing her home would have opened a can of worms neither of us was mentally prepared to deal with.

Naturally, I hated John once I recognized he was Chelsea’s father. Their affair tore Chelsea’s family apart and probably destroyed our relationship.

Evidently, my father couldn’t live without my mother and killed himself. The jealousy he kept inside ate at him slowly until he couldn’t take it anymore and ended his life.

I refuse to be a repeat of my father. In fact, I couldn’t give up on the woman I love as easily as my father did.

I’ll fight every day until my dying breath if that’s what it takes to keep Chelsea by my side where she belongs.

While I don’t agree with my father committing suicide, I understand what it feels like to love somebody so much that you cannot imagine life without them. Unable to breathe when they aren’t around.

For me, Chelsea is that someone, and without her, my life is meaningless.

Chelsea is and always will be my reason for breathing. That girl had shown me what it feels like to be loved, and there is no way I could live a life without her since I already had a taste.

Life without Chelsea would be irrelevant if I didn’t have her to share my life with.

Jealousy is a powerful f*****g feeling, and the only way I know how to control it is to reclaim her.

Chelsea is my heroine. Something I crave a dosage of several times a day. Even with help, I would be incapable of kicking it.

I had just started drinking when Chelsea showed up at Steven’s house. When I saw her face, I had sworn I was dreaming. Lately, I have been plunging into depression, lost inside my head, believing she had picked Kevin over me.

Shockingly, she showed up at Steven’s house party tonight. I honestly didn’t think she would have found her way back to me when she realized I was her stepbrother.

This past week had gone by so f*****g slowly without her in my arms. After she dropped that text message, I assumed the worst.

I figured she had left me for him, and all my nightmares had come true.

I recognize Kevin loves Chelsea, but she is mine. And I’m not giving up without a fight. I refuse to walk away easily and give up on the one person who truly matters to me.

When I love, I love hard.

When I want something, I take it.

I would never allow anybody to swoop in and take what is mine.

Previously, Kevin had plenty of chances to make his move, yet he didn’t. Instead, he lingered on the sidelines until Chelsea became my girl before determining he wants her. By that time, it was too late.

What’s mine is always mine. I refuse to let Kevin take Chelsea from me.

Chelsea will always be mine. I might be an overbearing asshole, but I will cherish her until the day I f*****g die.

I glimpse at Chelsea, examining her carefully, recognizing she’s exceedingly furious with me. The longer I study her, the more irritable I become.

All I wanted was her loyalty and her undying love. Is that too much to ask for?

Her lips are f*****g mine, and she kissed him, knowing that every part of her belonged to me.

I appreciated her lips many times with delicate kisses. Therefore, she had no reason to place them on another, and pursue attention from another man when I have turned over my heart to her.

I showed her daily how much I f*****g loved her. Arguably, I cannot understand why Chelsea turned to another man. Perhaps I need to love her harder than I already do. Maybe then she will stop seeking the attention of another motherfucker.

Hence, the reason I want her to live with me. Then I could love her every f*****g second of every f*****g day.

Rashly, I reach out and roughly brush my thumb against her juicy, pink lips. “Why did you kiss him?”

She looks away from me with tears in her eyes. “f**k you, Jason. You kissed Jessica, so we’re even.” She remarks.

I yank her face toward me. “I kissed her after you kissed him. And I only did it to show you how it f*****g felt to watch the one you love kiss somebody who wasn’t you.” I didn’t want to kiss Jessica. The only girl I ever wanted to kiss is Chelsea. However, she kissed him, and I had to hurt her the same way she hurt me.

Unquestionably, I needed to make sure Chelsea wouldn’t do it again. She needs to understand I don’t want pieces of her.

I want all of her.

She rips her face out of my hand. “Revenge tastes sweet, doesn’t it?” She asks, furiously.

I regretted kissing Jessica as soon as I did it. So, no, revenge didn’t taste as pleasant as I assumed it would have.

However, I refuse to admit that to Chelsea. “Do you want him instead of me, Chelsea?” I ask the same f*****g question I always seem to ask. Simply because this is how she makes me feel. In truth, I don’t want to be second best.

I want to be her first, second, and last.

I want to be her past, present, and her f*****g future.

I want her heart, body, and soul to cry out for me, and only me. Sadly, I’m not positive that will ever happen as long as Kevin is around.

Chelsea looks straight ahead, staring at a blank wall. “I don’t know what the f**k I want at the moment, as my mind is spinning in so many f*****g directions.” She sighs, “You kept an enormous secret from me, Jason, and continued feeding me little lies along the way to keep your secret safe.”

She wraps her arms around herself as I speak. “I thought in my heart I was protecting you. I didn’t enjoy hiding it from you, but I knew you would have disowned me if I had told you. The hatred you held for your father travels deep, and if I would have confided in you about my mother being the other woman in your father’s life and she is the reason he left your mother, you would have hated me, as well.” I hated keeping the truth from Chelsea.

I was afraid of setting the truth free and losing my best friend over something I positively had no control over. Truthfully, I loved Chelsea then, and I love her now.

Widely, Chelsea throws her hands in the air as she screams, “I had a right to know Jason. You claimed to be my best friend, and you did nothing but make a f*****g fool of me. Over the years, when I cried to you about my father leaving, or wondering about my sister, you f*****g knew. And, said nothing to me.” Chelsea shakes her head, vigorously.

“I was scared I would lose you, Chelsea. The thought of losing you made me scared to tell you. I had lost my father, and I was afraid of losing you, too.” I lay her down on the couch and climb over her.

I attempt to kiss her, but still she resists.

After losing my father, I felt so alone. I was young and scared. While my mother was happy, my life had fallen apart. Chelsea was the only familiar person I had to hold on to.

“If I let one lie slip, they will continue to accumulate, Jason. You keep yourself closed off and refuse to share anything with me.” I only lied to protect her, to protect us. I wish she would understand that.

I’d never lie about something that could seriously hurt her. Clearly, I thought I was protecting her, me, and what we had by keeping this a secret.

Moreover, I felt so f*****g embarrassed by my mother’s actions. She had f****d John, knowing he had a wife and a child. I felt too ashamed of her, and with dad dying, I was a lost boy trying to find his way in life.

Plus, I was concerned about how Chelsea would handle the fact I was her stepbrother, and that it was my mother pregnant by her father, and soon she and I would share a sister. “I cannot lose you, Chelsea,” I inform her, placing small pecks on her lips although she doesn’t kiss me back.

“If you give me another chance, I promise to never hide another secret from you.” I thrust my hips forward, needing to be closer to her.

“What about Jessica?” She questions, killing my b***r.

“What about, Kevin?” I ask, heatedly.

She squints her eyes at me. “If I wanted him, I could have him. It’s you I want, Jason, but you hurt me.”

I brush my nose along her cheek. “Let me make it up to you.” I notice her breathing speeds up.

“Do you promise never to kiss another girl?” She draws my face closer to hers, staring intensely into my eyes.

I recognize the jealousy burning within her eyes. “Do you promise never to kiss him?” I question, madly.

“I felt guilty ever since Kevin and I kissed. Hell, I’m even unsure of what happened.” She pauses, “My father came to the school to help me, and he made it to where I could still receive my high school diploma even though I cannot attend classes. I guess I allowed the excitement to get the best of me. One thing led to another.” She tugs my face down to hers and presses her lips against mine. “I’m so sorry, Jason. I promise I won’t allow anyone to touch what is yours, and yours only.”

Her words bring out the beast inside me.

The beast who is obsessed with her cries out for her to worship her, claim, and be close to her as often as he can.

“You’re not leaving me,” I state as I rip at her clothes, desperately trying to undress her as quickly as possible.

“I don’t want to leave you, Jason.” I start with her mouth and kiss my way down to her p***y.

Violently, I attack her c******s as she wails with pleasure, “I love you, Jason.” She cries out.

I slip two fingers inside her p***y, and thrust them in and out, as I mumble against her c******s, “Say it again.” I command.

She pushes her hips upward. “I love you, Jason.”

“Whose p***y is this?” I ask as I pinch her n****e harshly with my free hand.

“I belong to you, Jason.” She wails as her p***y pulsates around my fingers.

I remove my fingers before she could orgasm, wanting her to pulsate around my d**k instead of squeezing my fingers.

Tenderly, I kiss and bite a pathway to her mouth until my lips locate hers. “I’ll never kiss another female as long as you remember who you belong to,” I vow as I forcefully crash into her p***y, ramming in and out of her aggressively.

“Oh, Jason.” Her moans make the desire to c*m more intense. “I’m going to c*m all over your dick.” She digs her sharp nails down my back, leaving behind a trail of scratches.

I fight the urge to c*m, since I haven’t had my fill of her yet. “Kiss me,” I command.

Chelsea brings her lips to mine slowly and twirls her tongue rapidly around mine.

Abruptly, I lift her legs and settle them onto my shoulders, f*****g her deeply, and slamming into her cervix.

I swallow all of her moans as I continue to thrust with my urge to c*m, building higher and higher.

Rapidly, I pull my mouth from her and hold her n****e between my teeth. “f**k me harder, Jason.” She yells.

I move my hips quicker as I caress her c******s, giving her the extra push she needs to c*m. Immediately, my girl’s p***y strangles my c**k, clutching my erection tightly.

The urge to come is too powerful to fight, and I cannot stop it. I unload inside her warm, tight p***y, releasing every f*****g drop until I’m emptied. “I love you, Chelsea.” Roughly, I bite down on her n****e. Immediately Chelsea’s body shakes uncontrollably.

“I love you, Jason.” Music to my ears.

She’s mine and always will be.

I’ll reclaim her as many times as I have to, as long as she remains at my mercy.

If I have to f**k her every chance I get to remind her of who she belongs to, I will.

I settle myself next to her on the couch and pull her into my arms. “Your moving in with me, Chelsea. I’m not giving you another chance for you to be around him.” It’s hard to trust her now since she’s done kissed that fucker.

She shared something with him that wasn’t hers to share.

Those lips might be attached to Chelsea’s face, but those lips are mine and always will be f*****g mine.

She brushes her lips over mine. “I will, Jason. But no more lies.”

“I promise.” I kiss her deeply, assuring her I’ll never hide anything from her again.

Chelsea will always f*****g consume me. I hope to one day consume her every thought, and her every dream.

I want to be her reason for breathing as she is mine.