Stepbrother: Moving In/Moving Out Read Free

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    My mind is still in dreamland and I find it difficult to piece together the events of the previous evening. I don’t remember when I came back to the room, nor do I remember Carter coming home and joining me. Everything in my body feels off. The blankets feel strange against my skin and the pillow isn’t as thick as I remember.
    My eyes peel open, temporarily blinded by the sunlight above me. My breath catches in my throat and I suddenly realize why everything about Carter’s bed feels strange.
    Because it’s not Carter’s bed.
    I’m in a different room.
    This is Seth’s room.
    Why am I in Seth’s room?
    I look over my shoulder and see Seth’s sleeping face.
    Why am I in Seth’s bed??
    I lift the bedsheets to see my naked body. I hesitate before glancing over at Seth’s. His flaccid cock rests against his thigh with a used condom still stuck to it.
    “Oh, fuck…” I whisper. My hand flies to my head and I immediately regret the decision as headache pain shoots down my neck. A quick reflex makes me grab his resting hand and toss it back at him. It flops onto the bed between us and I try to roll off, but the blankets are so tightly wound around us, I can’t move.
    Seth’s eyes open softly and he sees my panicked face. “Hey…” he says.
    “Hey? Hey? That’s all you have to say at me, you creep?!” I speak with a hushed whisper.
    “What are you talking about?” He shifts in the sheets.
    I sigh. “Wake the fuck up.” I reach out and slap his face.
    “Ow!” he shouts.
    “Shh!” I bring my finger to my lips.
    “Calm down,” he says.
    “What am I doing here?!” I ask.
    He sits up on his elbow. “You don’t remember?”
    “No,” I say.
    “Man, you’re a lightweight. You barely drank anything.”
    “Then you obviously slipped me something!” I accuse.
    “Knock it off,” he says. “Relax. I didn’t drug you. This was consensual.”
    “Well, I highly doubt that!” I say.
    “Remember the party?” he asks.
    “Yes.”
    “And the beer?”
    “Yes.”
    “And spin the bottle?”
    I pause. My memory begins to take form in my mind. “… Yes.”
    “Okay,” he says with a yawn. “And after that?”
    I search my memory. “I spun the bottle on you like four times.”
    “Yep.”
    “Oh, my god!” I cover my face. “We kissed in front of everybody. ” I remember the feeling of his lips pressed against mine and the rush of warmth blending with my senses, running down my body, and igniting the fire in my womb. I can still hear the cackling of laughter and voices around us.
    “You bent over and whispered in my ear that you’d wanted this for so long,” Seth says.
    “I did?” I ask. I remember the act itself. I leaned over against his body. My lips grazed his ear. “No, I didn’t.” My instinct has always been to deny this piece of me.
    “Yes, you did.”
    “Did anyone else hear it?” I ask.
    He chuckles. “No, no one else heard it.”
    “I don’t understand…” I say. “You were okay with this?”
    He nods.
    “But you hate me.”
    “I don’t hate you,” he says. “I never have.”
    My memory breathes new life. I remember the whole night and every single thing that happened. Once all the guests had cleared out, Seth walked up to me, held my face, and kissed me again.
    “I’ve always had a thing for you, Mina,” he says. “I just… wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.”
    “Holy shit…” I whisper.
    “I pushed you away in every way possible—”
    “Oh, my god…”
    “And, according to what you said last night, the feeling is mutual.”
    I nod my head as I listen to his words. “Okay…”
    “It’s still mutual, right?” he asks.
    I take a deep breath. After all these years of forcing myself to feel differently about him, I’m finally about to face my feelings head on. My chest burns. My fingers tremble. My throat feels dry like I’m swallowing dust.
    “Mina?” he asks.
    “Yes,” I say. “Yes, it’s mutual.”
    The door opens quickly