All Chapters of Stepbrothers Behaving Badly: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

OliviaThe last two years had flashed by, but our feelings for each other hadn’t changed. Clark pulled me closer to his body, and my legs slid into place around his waist. We were both naked in bed, taking full advantage of our free time. I could feel the heat there, where my center came to rest on the bulge in his pants. I was his for the taking and there was no resistance at all. His eyes raked over me, then down to the place where our bodies met. I saw his tongue flick out, and it made my core clench even tighter inside of me. I felt something twitch where he pressed against me, and knew it was his cock. He was as hard as a rock and ready for me in a way that was impossible to ignore. I could feel the heat of his desire as it radiated through our bodies. I wanted him to make me his. I needed it, and his body responded to that need. His fingers gripped at my hips tightly as he ground his cock against me in a way that left no doubt what his intentions were. The pressure was so exqu

Work, as usual, was tiring. Being a nurse, I always had something to do, but on nights like this, I worked myself to the bone. I worked hard, until I was exhausted, and I still had to keep going.The end of my shift seemed like such a long way away, but once it was time for me to clock out, I was reluctant, because I had several days off planned. Now, usually, this would be something to look forward to, because it meant I could get some rest, but I had prior engagements that I wouldn’t have minded getting out of.“Hey, Julia. You’re off now too, huh?”I turned around to see a fellow nurse and friend, Patty, coming up behind me. She looked about as exhausted as I felt, and I remembered we had most of the same shifts this week.“Yeah. I’m about ready to drop,” I admitted. I patted down my blond hair, twisted into a French braid, and knew it probably showed signs of how my day had gone.She chuckled. “It’s the price we have to pay to do our jobs. You have a bunch of free days coming up,

Stephen was charming. More than my heart could take, even with both our parents there with us. It didn’t help that he would keep looking at me. I kept imagining the fire in his eyes, even when I looked away.He was also a little smug like he knew the effect he had on me, and he played it out well.Beneath his cool, polite exterior around Mom and Paul, and beneath that designer suit he wore, was a bad boy with tattoos and a love of hard sex.That last part, I knew because he turned my world on its axis one night when his dad took us out to eat. He’d got me to leave the table with a muttered excuse, nobody was really paying attention anyway, and I’d followed along, too curious to say no. The next thing I knew he had me backed up into a wall in a dark hallway. I had been trying my best not to look at him and failing at it, so when he undid his cuffs and rolled his sleeves back, I could only gape at the ink running down his right arm.Because I was so preoccupied, I didn’t even realize wh

After that night, I couldn’t stop myself, no matter how wrong it was. I was having an affair with my stepbrother, and I loved it and hated it at the same time. I just loved it more.Stephen moved down to Louisiana to start a new life, but he’d all but wrecked mine in the process, and it worried me how I didn’t totally mind it.I couldn’t deny it, though, the things he made me feel. That he made me feel at all, besides just the pleasure he could bring me in bed. I couldn’t deny my body’s need for him, either, and Stephen didn’t make it any easier for me to resist.On Monday, he showed up at work, and we pretended not to know each other. Work was totally professional. At least, I hoped it would be, but I would find myself distracted, especially when he was in my sight, and people were noticing.On top of that, I was fighting my own morals. When it came to men and how I picked up guys, there were only a few. Since none of the relationships were meant to last, while careful, I was pretty

No matter what I thought, or what I told myself I would do, in the end, I did nothing and time passed.It had been a while since I got to see Mom. She was back in the country, and she’d called plenty, we’d also had video calls, but Mom had moved to New York to live with Paul. She’d left me to do whatever I wanted with the house, but since I wasn’t sure, and it was too far from my workplace anyway, I hadn't done a thing about it.Now, it was the Christmas season, and Mom wanted me to visit.“Do we have to go?” I asked.Stephen was in my apartment to pick me up. Of course, he was going as well. Our parents wanted to spend Christmas with us, but I still felt it would be too awkward with all four of us. From what I knew of Stephen’s house unless his Dad bought a new place, it was big. But no matter the size, we would still be under one roof, and the thought made me slightly uncomfortable.“Of course we have to go,” Stephen said, stopping to look over at me. “Or would you rather give them