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  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Copyright Page

  Stepbrother No More

  Prelude

  © 2015 Stephanie Brother

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Stepbrother No More

  Prelude

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  The moment Kelly’s mother married again, her life changed in more ways she could ever imagine. First, she moved into a home the size of a castle and attended a rich prep elite school in Beverly Hills. Such new circumstances left her feeling alienated, except Kyle always made her feel welcome and like a best friend.

  Kyle was the eye candy of every student. With movie star looks that would easily pave the way for his future stardom, he preferred to read and study film in hopes to become a one day renowned film Director.

  He also preferred something else to study but the time was not right.

  Over the years, their friendship grew and evolved to where they were the best of friends. Their favorite activity—watching hours of movies in their dark private theater room, just the two of them, side by side. Year after year, their favorite activity brought joy to their lives until one night on Kelly’s eighteenth birthday, Kyle presents a special birthday present for her and the two could no longer deny their taboo feelings any longer.

  As Kelly went to sleep that night with a swelling heart so big, she prayed a special wish to God. Would He one day grant her earnest request? Find out inside...

  Prelude

  I leaned against the whicker chair outside the terrace in our private suite, inhaling the magical sea breeze of the Maui winds. This was truly paradise. It renewed every part of me. Not that there needed to be any senses renewed; he was always enough.

  Who?

  My husband. Mr. Grace.

  Some say not everyone finds their soul mate in life because they didn’t wait long enough and gave up. The timing was off; each at different stages in life. Kyle always told me it would work out, that we would be together. Our meeting was unconventional, taboo even. Since the moment we met, hooks were cast into our hearts, attaching us to each other out in the ethers waiting for that sliver in time, the monumental moment for the stars to align, when all would be made right. There was no denying the chord of destiny.

  “Mrs. Grace.” There he was, my sunshine. A special God-sent soul. And he was finally mine. He handed me my morning coffee as he kissed me.

  “Thank you, Mr. Grace.” I was giddy; I would never get over saying that to him. I was so in love. In awe.

  Still.

  I still couldn’t believe it. I loved the way it sounded on my lips and in my heart. M.R.S.

  “You and your coffee.” He smiled at me as he took a seat next to me. Cute. He thinks the giddy smile was all because of the roasted beans activated from the triple filtered boiling water. My happy juice.

  Nah uh. It was all him. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Even after all of this time.

  He leaned back into the chair raising his arms wide over his head before relaxing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his washboard abs. I felt butterflies still and remembered the first time my hands felt his chest, sliding down his body discovering him for the first time. The side v’s that I loved so much, naturally etched into his surfer sea loving body. He hasn’t changed at all. The kindest man I’ve ever known.

  I still blushed.

  “What are you thinking about?” He asked me mischievously. I sipped the freshly brewed Italian roast, letting the warmth and flavor take me back to a memory of where the spark of love began, where it all started. How it all started years ago over the warmth of coffee on a cold morning of Christmas...

  Chapter One

  I was twelve. It was my first Christmas together as a blended family and I had to share it with my new bitchy step sister, Claire, brother, Kyle and step father, Rick.

  Claire was my age, and Kyle was two years older.

  Claire was a bit of a snob, either that or shy. It was hard to tell but I was beginning to quickly learn snob. That or possibly angry since her father had an affair with my mother—his, uh, cough—former legal secretary.

  Mom has long tan legs that look killer in tight short, but proper work attire skirts, and her perfect breasts always have all the men staring at her. It doesn’t help that she has long blonde wavy hair like the former Victoria Secret model goddess, Marissa Miller. So naturally, it was a matter of weeks before she was in my new step father’s bed and the two made it official and were husband and wife soon after. He wanted to snag her before someone else would.

  I recalled the moment when I first heard of the news. I had heard my mom on her cell phone confiding with her friend, “they were already over anyhow!”— the marriage of Rick and his ex wife. “I absolutely am not a home wrecker!” She had explained in articulated slur. She had had a few glasses of wine and thought she was alone during her drunken confessional in our cute little living room of an old 1940’s bungalow in Los Angeles. I always liked that room. I liked that home. I never ever thought I would be moving within months into an uber mansion in a super elite section of Beverly Hills.

  Rick was one of the top litigators in LA. Which means not only was I suddenly caught up in some mega mansion of a top litigator’s home, but I had a new brother and sister—and a new preppy school filled with rich kids. Ah! But a school that had a killer literary department, which had me extremely excited since I wanted to be a famous writer one day.

  But still, I had a hard time adjusting to all the changes. On our first Christmas together, only less than six months in my new home, new school, new family, Claire barely spoke a word to me. In fact she called my mom a gold digging cunt and stormed up to her room all the while we as a “new family” were opening up our presents. That was awkward. I remember the moment as I sort of sat there like a deflated balloon by this gorgeously decorated Christmas tree. My mom ran to the bathroom in tears and Rick went to console her. I could hear her crying and her confessions of, “That’s not true! That’s so hurtful!” echoing off the cold Italian marble in the abnormally freezing Californian Christmas morning.

  It was just the two of us.

  Kyle, me and our coffee.

  I tried not to make contact with him but just looked down at my mug. But Kyle slid a box my way with a big smile on his face.

  The wrapping paper was black. I glanced at him not knowing his motives. Was this a joke with the morbid style of Christmas wrapping? Or was this like LA chic? You know rich people.

  His genuine smile assured me it was a nice gesture. His dark brown wavy hair danced across his sky blue eyes. He had a perfect nose and definitely was one of the most gorgeous boys I’ve ever seen. He was destined to be a famous actor or rock star or something. He hadn’t made up his mind what he wanted to do...as in...acting or music he had told me once. It was sort of strange all of the sudden having an incredibly good looking boy as your brother.

  My new room was doors down from his.


  I would catch his quiet stares in the morning as he would eat his cereal; stares I couldn’t decipher. So I tired not to decipher them.

  But today I could decipher this look. It read, “I’m your friend.” I opened the box, moved past the tissue to see the coolest, bad ass Batman and Robin vintage t-shirt. It was black with the letters Batman and Robin written in white below the iconic old legendary TM and DC comic characters sketches with the word, “Hurry”, written under the characters.

  “This is so bad ass! How did you know I’m like obsessed with—”

  “It’s not that hard to realize. I’ve seen your comics.”

  “This is so cool! Like this is for real vintage!”

  “I knew you’d like it! I tracked it down off Sunset.”

  “Oh my gosh!”

  I practically bare hugged him and nearly knocked him down. I felt a bit self-conscious as my newly bloomed busty chest brushed up against his arm. I quickly pulled away and sipped my coffee, feeling nervous and shy about my new body. “This shirt’s really cool. Thank you. I feel bad. I didn’t get you something as cool as this. I barely know you guys. You know...”

  “You don’t have to say anything. Come on. Let’s go watch some holiday movie that’s on. And if there isn’t one, I have a plethora of movies.”

  It was true. They had an entire movie theater filled with thousands of DVDs since film was Kyle’s hobby. We spent all of Christmas day laughing and being cozy, watching tons of movies barely leaving the dark theater room. I finally felt the happiest I’d been in a long time on that day feeling just bliss and ease. Kyle felt like a friend, and for once, I was really glad to have a brother.

  Meanwhile, back in the real world, a.k.a. my new school, I had a bit of a hard time. I hit puberty a bit earlier before all my peers. In fact, this very fact led a few girls at my new school to become sort of mean to me. I blossomed over a few months and went from a completely flat chest to a plump full C cup on their way to a D cup. And with my tiny flat waist, it was a very big adornment hard to conceal beneath my white crisp uniform button up. It was nearly impossible to hide my cleavage as I tucked my uniform shirt into my skirt. Because of this, the girls would say mean things and make fun of me.

  The worst of it came though when I was in 8th grade.

  It was time to go to big the 8th grade dance of the year. The girls were so mean they fake “asked” me pretending to be the hottest guy in our grade (who actually had a girlfriend, one of the mean girls). But naïve me, I had no idea. “He” had written a letter to me asking me to the dance.

  The letter detailed where to meet and what time. When I showed up looking all snazzy, excited and proud—Mom took me shopping with Rick’s black Amex on Rodeo drive—all these girls laughed at me, snapping my photo saying what a whore I was just like my mother, trying to steal other men. That I should go back where I came from. Yeah, Claire was pretty much a part of that cruel joke I was sure of it. It was a disaster and I practically ran from the school like Cinderella in my chiq white dress fit for a budding lady. Tears pooled down my cheeks.

  But somehow Kyle found out about it all and tracked me down blocks away from the school.

  A hot sophomore, a promising athlete, and a sexy-as-hell-musician-could-be-rockstar-intellectual, he had the girls all over him.

  I’ll never forget it as he zoomed up in his luxury Porsche convertible. “Care to dance?”

  “What?” I was beyond repair.

  “Come on. Let’s go to the dance. Let me take you. A beautiful girl like you needs to piss all the girls off by showing up. You know they’re just jealous of you. No one has looks like you. Not even the 9th or 10th graders. You’re just going to have to get used to the mean girls. Now, come on. The last thing I want is for you to go home and eat a big bowl of ice cream all by yourself.”

  My dress was a strapless dress and my cleavage was just like the young women in the regal time era wore them. Plump and full. And I couldn’t help it! I really felt like a young woman and I was proud of my becoming looks. I couldn’t help but to notice a few teachers flash there eyes lustily my way and this was a whole new world to me—the world of becoming a woman.

  It was there dancing close when I felt his body against mine that I began to feel feelings arise in me. I was still getting used to these new feelings.

  Completely mortified, I pulled back and tried to play it off. Thankfully a fast song came on and we were able to just let lose and have fun.

  There were so many ooos and awwws as all the girls went weak in the knees at the sight of Kyle at the dance and were probably damp in their own panties! Jokes on them!

  I’ll never forget that night where he came to my rescue and gave me such comfort. “Wanna get out of here?”

  “Hell yes.”

  We had a good laugh as we zoomed out of there as the crowd of awe struck 8th graders watched our exit with starry eyes. I laughed so hard as I slapped my leg feeling high as a kite.

  “Oh my gosh, you should have seen your face! Their faces! Classic revenge.” His smile was contagious.

  “I know it!” The air felt so fresh against my lose waves.

  He turned up some fun music before clearing his throat and turning it back down. I’ll never forget what he said—“You know, Kelly. You’re a very beautiful girl. But tonight, you look incredible. I have a feeling I’m going to have to keep an eye out for you next year in High School.”

  I smiled and thanked him, feeling comforted by his sweetness.

  Later that night, I slipped on the comfy and soft, two-year-old Batman t-shirt he had given me, my short satin shorts and threw my hair up. We popped some popcorn and watched a good old movie late into the night. We were movie buffs he and I and time always disappeared beneath the lights and worlds of characters set in other time and worlds. But I made myself go up to my room earlier than normal because I was feeling soooo...strange. Especially from the confused feelings from earlier while we were dancing together so close. Something in me was awoken. A door. A window. I wasn’t sure. But he thought I was beautiful and I could barely sleep a lick that night. The night was so fun and magical. And I couldn’t stop replaying feeling safe and adored in his arms. Those curious feelings kept me up all night until sweet dreams offered my tired brain a moment of reprieve.

  Chapter Two

  High School came faster than I anticipated and just like Kyle had predicted, I was fresh meat in the eyes of all the High School seniors who longed to pop my cherry.

  But I was not a slut.

  No sir!

  In fact, I wanted to be a virgin until I was with someone I really cared about someone. Being the romantic type, it had to be with the right person. Just had to be.

  One time, in my sophomore year, Kyle beat up another guy because of the dirty things he said in the locker room of the things he wanted to do to me. Like I said, Kyle was the perfect brother. When I started junior year, Kyle left for USC film school and I missed him dearly. He was like a best friend. Yet every time he’d come home for a home cooked meal or to do his laundry, we’d always find ourselves back in the movie theater watching old movies and film. It became a habit of mine to go throw on the soft black Batman and Robin t-shirt and cozy leggings or shorts and pop some popcorn, drink hot cocoa while the outside world would disappear for hours outside the movie theater walls.

  But this time we sat just a bit closer and I couldn’t help the feelings that now really fought to be seen by all of me. It was a longing, like...a longing to curl up and be cozy in a different way. As soon as this longing rang like a siren, I made sure to move to the furthest edge of the couch.

  His next visit, I wore long leggings and a big sweatshirt to make sure my hard nipples couldn’t catch him off guard and give me away in the soon becoming thin t-shirt.

  Every other weekend until my senior year, Kyle was home. And every summer my best friend was back. Every holiday, he warmed my heart with his cheerful countenance and easy breezy company.

  But everything wa
s about to change from easy breezy to hurricane passion—the night of my 18th birthday.

  For my 18th birthday, Kyle was practically jumping up and down in excitement to give me my present. It was a small box. As soon I opened it and saw the words Comic Con I screamed. “Oh my freaking god! Comic con!” I jumped up and down and nearly exploded from utter elation.

  “Yes! Sorry I missed your actual birthday on Wednesday but I’ll be here for the party tomorrow night! In the meantime, Comic Con?” He held up the tickets and I grabbed them from him. “Yes!”

  Because I wanted to pursue being a writer, and I was obsessed with superheroes and fantasy worlds, I already had the best outfit hanging out in my closet from Halloween. A skin tight, shiny spandex suit of Gamora.

  I’ll never forget the look in his eyes as I walked down the stairs. My breasts were now a 32dd and I unzipped the zipper just right...just to give away enough cleavage but not too much. One could pretty much see the outlines of my naked body, but hey, I’ve always heard, flaunt it while you’ve got it! And I was proud of my body so it was time to flaunt it! And the truth was, something in me wanted him to notice me again; all of me. I was now a woman and not the 8th grader he complimented so many years ago.

  As I walked down the stairs excited to be in my outfit, I saw his face; I knew that look.

  He quickly put his Batman mask on, perhaps it was to hide his bubbling feelings or was it all in my head? “Awesome outfit! This is going to be a blast. Let’s get going so we won’t be late!”

  All throughout the night, the booths and sights were so much fun. But all along I felt him. Beside me brushing my arm. And I’d see those eyes of his discretely like yearn to eye me from the side of the mask. I caught him a few times when he didn’t think I did.

  But everything, I mean everything changed when we reached for the same comic at a stand. Our hands brushed against each other and neither of us moved them.

  “Awwww you two are sooooo adorably in love! It’s so cute!”