Stepbrother (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Stepbrother (Part 2)

... put on a t-shirt and a silk robe. I opened the door and gasped. "Hey!" Jack said in a very chipper voice. What the hell was he doing here? "What the hell are you doing here?" "Who is it?" Chris shouted from the other room. Jack raised his eyebrow at me and I frowned. Then he brushed past me with his duffel bag. “It's Jack!" he announced. Chris came out of my bedroom. He was dressed and ready to leave. I cringed as the two men sized each other up. Then a broad smile came over Jack's face and he extended his hand outward. "She didn't tell you I was coming?" he said with verve. "I'm Liv's friend from high school. We grew up together," he said. My mouth gaped open at his words. We grew up together? Both men turned to face me. "Oh no," Jack said. "Did you get mixed up again. I told you to write down the day I was coming!" Then he turned to Chris. "She's pretty useless with dates." Oh my god, what is happening? I thought. "Chris, this is Jack," I said. I looked at Jack, trying to mask my anger. "I thought you weren't coming for another week!" "Yeah, and then we rescheduled, remember?" I glared at him unamusedly. "Ah, I gotta get home or I'll be late for work," Chris said. "Dinner later?" "Yes," I said as I walked to him. I kissed him deeply on the mouth. A pretty childish thing to do, I admit but then what the heck was Jack doing. "Hey, you should come with, man," Chris said as he went to door. " Sure thing man ," he said cheerfully. When the door slammed shut, Jack turned to me. ...

... "I don't like that guy, I think you can do better." I glared at him with what I'm sure was a dumbfounded and pissed off expression. Then I went to my room and shut the door behind me. ** I took a long, cold shower. A little part of me was still hoping the extreme temperature would jolt me awake from what was clearly a nightmare. After the shower, I dressed and headed into the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter with a coffee in hand. He purposely didn't move as I went to get a cup. "You want me to get that for you?" I shot him an angry look. Screw the coffee. I turned to face him. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" He set his cup down. "Did you get my letters?" "I threw them away," I said bluntly. I’d been too afraid to open and read them. "Does that make you feel better? When you hurt me, does that make you hurt less?" "You need to leave," I said. "No," he said, shaking his head. "We've tried that. Ten years I've tried to get over us and it hasn't worked. And I know it hasn't worked for you either." "You have a girlfriend." "I had a girlfriend. I broke up with her because I am in love with you," he said as he stepped closer to me. "No, you're not!" I exclaimed. "You haven't known me in ten years. You can't possibly love me!" "I can," he said assuredly. "I know you feel it too, Liv. I know you know what I'm talking about." "No, I don't. And what you're feeling is because you didn't get enough of fucking me ten years ago, that's it!" He stared at me with a ...