All Chapters of Stepbrothers Behaving Badly: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It wasn’t too late when I arrived back home. Immediately, I took a shower, then got changed and went out.The last time I went to a bar, was that Sunday after Mom’s wedding. It wasn’t a place Stephen loved to frequent, so I’d never been to a bar with him. Aside from some celebrations with our coworkers, or when we had wine with dinner sometimes. Within that time, other than in those instances, I didn’t even have alcohol.I still had work tomorrow morning, so I didn’t intend to drink much. Not that I ever did. I was going back to my old routine; find a fairly popular bar, find a good seat with a nice view, and look for a man to fill my bed.It used to be something so simple for me, but just like that night, when I really needed it, I couldn’t find anyone to suit my purpose, even when I got myself to lower my standards a little. As long as it was a man that could show me a good time, help me forget for a little bit, I wouldn’t mind even if we ended up fucking in the alley behind the bar

After I told Patty the truth about Stephen and me, the news spread around the clinic. Even without that, I knew they would have found out eventually since either Paul or Mom could just as easily visit.I knew, because of my choice, I would have some strange looks in the future. Mom found a good, rich husband, so of course, I grabbed the man’s son. People might not understand, or might misconstrue the truth behind our relationship, but… I couldn’t care less.As long as my own Mom was on my side, I had Stephen with me, and even his dad was on our side, what else did I have to fear?The judgment was something I’d decided to face head-on, but it was best to confront that in the future when it actually came. Then, I would confront it with sophistication and calm.I knew Stephen would be there for me all the way.“So, we’re really doing this? No more hesitating, holding back?”We had moved over to the couch, just sitting and holding each other. Stephen was the one to break the silence, but

I’d given up hope of keeping the bakery open. Dad couldn’t keep up the payments, and he’d started dating before I could blink. We weren't the only ones living in a small apartment, but so were our new extended family.My stepmom I could deal with my stepbrother, the only person he ever loved, was himself.He was arrogant, rude, and a real prick.But he had one gift and not the one from the waist downwards, but upwards. The guy could bake. And I knew I had to ask him for a favor.The problem was the more time we spent in the kitchen, my body temperature rose, and I felt as if I was baking hot. And it wasn’t long until there wasn’t only a cake in the oven, but a bun in my oven too.I didn’t know what to do. Not only was the cake going to be perfect, but my dreams were going to be burned…as I got hot and bothered with Zach, my future soon turned to smoke.

I had been so eager to get things started—at least, the planning phase of things—that I forgot something important.Zach wasn’t home, and I didn’t have his number. I had no way to contact him at all because before today, I never even needed to.Because he didn’t particularly like me and I ignored him because of his attitude, besides when we met at the dinner table, he and I rarely even talked. We both pretended the other didn’t exist when we passed each other around the house.Dad had taken me on a dinner date with his girlfriend and her son, and he had treated both my dad and me with disrespect. Not to mention, the bastard called me fat. As if! I was just naturally curvy! Also, I worked in a bakery, so I couldn’t help tasting some of the stuff we made, was I supposed to be a stick thin figure or something?After that, while I still supported my dad, when he said we all had to live together after he got married, Zach and I had both been against it. He couldn’t stand us; I couldn’t sta

If only my dream would come true. I thought that I’d gone into the competition by myself and won in the end. I got to open up the bakery and make tasty goodies every day, with Zach looking at me in annoyance and envy because he’d refused my proposal.Naturally, it was enough to have me smiling as I woke up, rolling onto my back with my arms out to stretch. Then, my eyes opened, and I saw the last thing I expected; Zach, sitting on the end of my bed.I let out a short scream, bolting upright and reaching for my sheets, holding them to my chest.“What the fuck are you doing in my room!” I hissed. At the last moment, I knew to be quiet. By the light in the room, it was already morning, and there was no need to alarm Dad or Step Mom, or they would think something weird was going on.My face was blazing red because this bastard had seen me defenseless. Thankfully, I didn’t sleep naked, but the camisole and skimpy shorts I did sleep in were too embarrassing to let someone else see. Not to m