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Stepbrother (Part 2)

Date: 2/8/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Dahlia, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

girlfriend on the cheek before he was walking out the door with me. I felt uneasy. Something told me being alone with him was a very bad idea. Then another part of me told me to get over myself. He has Barbie for a girlfriend. He's not thinking about you. We drove to the hotel. At first, we tried to make small talk. He asked how life in Seattle was for me and how my mom was. I asked about his job and he asked about mine. Then we settled into an awkward silence. There was just so much between us. So much weirdness overflowing from all those years ago. I was thankful when he finally parked by the hotel. I turned to him. He seemed upset. I could barely breath as I waited for one of us to say something. "So what now?" he asked. He was clearly mad. "What do you mean?" "You go to your hotel room, then back to Seattle and then I don't see you for another ten years?" "Jack… " "Where the fuck have you been Liv?" "We both agreed that distance… " "No, you agreed." I flashed back to the morning after our tryst; how he'd said nothing as I made an argument for staying away from each other. "Your life seems to have worked out pretty well without me Jack," I said. The realisation that it had kind of broke me. That he was happy with someone else made me sad. I hadn't let myself think about what would have happened if... And I still couldn't. My eyes filled up with tears. I undid the seat belt and went to open the door but he reached out and stopped me. He grabbed my hand and turned me to him. ... He was kissing me before I even knew what was happening. I could taste my salty tears as our lips came together and parted. He ran his fingers into my hair as I pressed into him. I kissed him is eagerly. I had missed him so much! Then my brain started working. It was happening again. I was kissing him again. Jack was my step-brother and it was wrong on so many levels. And he had a girlfriend! And she was waiting for him. “Stop," I said, in between kisses. But his mouth was still on mine, and I was still letting him kiss me. I pushed him away with force and he hung his head. "I can't do this again," I said. "We can't." "Okay," he said so wearily. Everything in my being wanted to reach for him again, to touch him, to comfort him. But I had to be sensible. I wasn't eighteen anymore. I couldn't blame any stupid decisions on youth. So I got out of his car. And then the next day, I was on a plane back to Seattle. ****** Grief. That's all that was. Or at least that's what I told myself for the next six months. I dedicated myself to trying to move on; finally and completely. I started going out on frequent dates with charming men, none of whom made me feel the way my step-brother did. But I kept the process going just to distract myself from Jack. It was all going pretty well until there was an unexpected knock on the door one Thursday morning. "Who the hell is that?" Chris asked as he got dressed. He was my sort-of boyfriend now. He'd stayed over for the night. I got out of bed and ...