Meet The Stepbrothers: A STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE Read Free

as adults. I picked it up and looked at it closer.
    As an adult, Frank was even thicker—even more toned and muscular, still sporting that classic a jock look. Charlie had grown into his clothes, but was still a smaller guy. He was wearing an un-tucked and open button down shirt and he had a cigarette in his mouth. He stood next to a motorcycle. He looked like a bit of a badass, to be honest—like a young Mick Jagger. He sported the confidence of then Mick Jaggers in all of his photos—a different skimpy girlfriend hanging off his body in each photo on the crowded mantle.
    “Let me show you to your room,” Patricia said. “You’ll be in the upstairs guestroom. There are lots of soaps and shampoos in there.”
    Patricia began to waddle away as I put down the photo.
    “You coming?” James said to me.
    “Yeah,” I said.
    I took one final glance at all the photos, and then followed James towards the guest room.
    The room was small, just barely fitting a bed, a nightstand and a wooden dresser. There was an open door on the side of the room that led into a small bathroom.
    “As soon as Frank is home, we’ll have dinner,” Patricia said to us.
    She looked at me and smiled.
    “Gee, you sure don’t talk much, do you?” she said.
    I smiled.
    “Thank you, Mrs Kallo,” I said.
    “That’s Mrs. Wilkinson now!” she said. “Oh, but you can call me Patricia,” she said back to me.
    She waddled out of the room.
    “This is my nightmare,” I said.
    “You’re telling me,” James said.
    “I guess that makes us—”
    “—Don’t say it.” James interrupted.
    “Brother and sister,” I said.
    “We aren’t brother and sister,” James said. “Not any more than they are brother and sister. They just beat us to the wedding.”
    “It’s kind of fucked up,” I said.
    “Bren…”
    “What? It is. Not to mention, your mom hates me.”
    “God, Bren. She doesn’t hate you.”
    “Your mom definitely hates me,” I said.
    “She doesn’t hate you.”
    “She thinks I’m retarded,”
    “Brenna, I need you to just calm down, okay?” James said to me. “I want to try and have fun this week.”
    I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
    “That’s my girl,” he said as he placed down our luggage.
    “I’m fine. I’m totally fine,” I said.
    “You’re totally fine.”
    He walked up to me and looked me in the eye.
    “I’m totally fine.” I said again.
    He smiled and looked down at me. He placed his hands on my hips.
    “We’re going to have fun,” he said again. “You’re going to have fun.”
    “I’m going to have fun,” I said.
    He slid his hand up my side and back down again. I could smell his cologne.
    “This is my first Christmas home in so long,” I said. “Home—I don’t know why I called it that. It’s definitely not home.”
    “I know what you mean,” he said back to me. “By the end of it, I’m sure you’ll feel like you’re at home here.”
    “I doubt it.”
    “You will.”
    “And so will you—both of us, at home, just like brother and sister,” I said.
    “Bren—”
    “Sorry.”
    He leaned forward and placed his forehead against mine.
    “Relax. It’s not so bad,” he said, smiling.
    I wrapped my arms around him.
    “I love you,” he said to me.
    I looked up at him softly.
    “I love you, too,” I said.
    He leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I looked down at his body. I slid my hands up his sides and under his shirt onto his soft skin. He took one of his hands and pushed my hair behind my ear and then placed his hand softly on my face. He leaned in again and kissed me deeply. I could feel his cold nose press into my nose. I slid my hands up higher onto the sides of his chest.
    He turned me around slowly and he pushed me over onto the guest bed. He crawled on top of me.
    “We probably have twenty minutes until dinner,” he said to me.
    “That’s plenty of time,” I said back, smiling.
    I pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his bare chest. He