Tags:
Fiction,
Romance,
Contemporary,
Adult,
Short-Story,
Erotic,
Emotional,
alone,
BBW,
Forbidden,
feelings,
Provocative,
taboo,
Family & Friendship,
stepbrother,
naughty,
Weekend,
Violent Ex-Boyfriend,
Parents Married,
Fantasized,
Perfect Woman,
Craving
Stepbrother Confessions
Chapter 1
I sat in my old tree house with my feet dangling over the edge. It was strange to be home. I’d avoided it so much in the last couple of years it no longer felt like it was my home. Mom was happy with the new baby. Shelby was adorable, but I wasn’t interested in seeing every little new thing she did. I was happy Mom had a new purpose.
Shelby gave her someone else to worry about for a change and there was less focus on me. That’s what I needed, until I figured out how to take my life back. I leaned back giving my ribs a break and allowed the tears to fall. Jacob had really done it this time. It was getting harder to hide the marks. I didn’t know what to do.
Anytime I tried to call things off he found a way around it. He knew what to do to get me back. He used my self-esteem against me. He knew I was uncomfortable in my skin. He always promised it wouldn’t happen again, but then inevitably it did. I was a lost cause. Somehow he always sucked me in, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I said no, but then he kissed me and that was it. I was addicted to him. When it was good it was great, but when it was bad, it was a nightmare.
Lifting a finger to my rib I sucked in a breath. Just that one tiny touch and I was in a world of pain. I thought it might have been broken, but I was too scared to go to the hospital. I wasn’t good at lying. It was why I stayed away. Mom would know. She always did. That’s why I was thankful for the baby. Shelby kept the questions away. I sat up and cringed. I’d wrapped a bandage around my ribs, but I didn’t think it was doing the trick.
A car pulled up, and when I saw the yellow mustang dread filled me. He wasn’t supposed to be here. I came home to get away from him. I needed space. I should have known it wouldn’t work. When Jacob got out of the passenger side of his car I knew I was in trouble. There was only one reason he wouldn’t be driving. He was wasted.
“Brenna!” he yelled and I gasped and hurried out of the tree house. I couldn’t let him wake anyone. Ignoring the jabs of pain in my side, I ran across my yard as he was about to cause me problems.
“Jacob,” I hissed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He smiled but it wasn’t a happy smile, and I shrank back from his hand. “Baby, I came to take you home, where you belong.”
I glared at him. “I’m not going anywhere with you, and don’t wake my mom. The baby doesn’t sleep well yet, and she needs her rest.”
He wobbled towards me and nearly fell, but I caught him and moaned when my already hurt rib burned in agony.
“I said you’re coming home with me, like we planned.”
“That plan changed when you kicked the shit out of me with your damn steel-toed boots.” I was surprised by how well I was standing up for myself. Normally I cowered and obeyed.
His eyes widened. He must have been surprised by my defiance too. He brushed up against me and gripped my wrist tightly in his hand. The smell of alcohol nearly made me vomit. He smelled like a freakin bottle of Jack. I gaged and tried to pull away, but he yanked me against his body.
“You know what happens with you piss me off. If you would just fucking listen I wouldn’t have to hurt you.”
I cried now because I knew what was going to happen. “No, I won’t let you. Not this time. I told you it was over, and I meant it.”
He chuckled and nuzzled my neck. “You don’t mean that baby, you love me, my touch,” he followed by running his hand up my side and grazing the underside of my breast. “You can’t resist how I touch you. I know my baby’s body.” His lips brushed my neck and I tilted my head to the side succumbing to his demands.
“Good girl,” he replied and reached down to push my skirt up. “I love when you make it easy for me.”
I gasped when he fingers brushed my panties. I didn’t want this, but why couldn’t I stop him? This time I’d be strong. “Stop, I don’t
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