The Step Bro Situation (Situationship #1)

by Jesse H. Reign

Stage 5: Bedroom of Jessie Lewis – Beloved Stepson/Troubled Misfit.

Oh fuck. A morning person. This shit’s going from bad to worse.

A morning person, an energizer bunny, a momma’s boy, and fuckwit.

I know exactly what he means, but as my mom always says, if I was an animal, I’d be a cat; I’d be the kind of thing that likes to play with its food.

I have no doubt about it; what I’m watching is tantamount to the seduction (and or sexual assault) of a yogurt lid.

When I see him like that, I can’t help thinking that someone needs to protect this guy. Someone has to.

I try not to think about how much I like the way my name sounds coming from him.

When he lets me go my first thought is that I want to call my mom and tell her about my new car. My second is the all-too familiar sense of dread and inevitability, knowing beyond doubt that as much as she loves me and wants to be happy for me, she can’t find it within herself to hear my dad’s name and not get upset about it.

I feel this so hard

“That’s quite the step bro situation you have there,” she says.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, have I just spent the entire day talking the hottest girl I know up to the guy I want for myself? Who the hell does that?

people. Dark of spirit. Broody as hell. Always skulking on the perimeter, looking in.

If it’s awkward, it’s going to be awkward as fuck. Not only that, it’s going to be awkward for the rest of our lives. The rest. Of. Our. Lives.

Sadness. Sadness that something beautiful is right there, so close, yet so far out of reach.

Sad boy with soulful eyes and sex in his veins.

My personal feelings about blow job etiquette have always centered around the strong belief that it’s a privilege to have your dick in someone’s mouth and you should act accordingly grateful.

“I’m gonna be your first. The one you remember. The one you never forget.

Then Now Always

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “spent and worn out. Boneless and brainless. Fucked for the first time.”

“Oh fuck, I wish you could see this. I wish you could see how you look. I wish you could see this pretty little virgin hole, bright pink and fucked out.”

“Feels like my heart’s beating out of my chest when you smile at me like that.”

“I won’t let you drown,”

“What do we do now?” I ask. “We relax and feel happy.” “You have a way of making really complicated things sound simple, you know that?”

When I see him like that, literally bursting with goodness, the darkness in me recognizes the light in him. I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

I feel like I exist to feel like this. Sexual and sensual. A soul and a body made for this man. Made to be in the dark with him. Made to make him feel good.

It’s a buff, blond guy at a club. He’s wearing all black and his chin is tilted down. He’s lifting the hem of his top as if he means to use it to wipe sweat from his face or something. His nipple and abs are exposed. He has a determined look in his eyes. It’s a powerful image. He looks like a force. An unstoppable force.

A deep knowing that as much as I’m his, he’s mine.

Look, I don’t know what to tell you. This cuddling shit makes me really, really fucking happy.

“He’s not wrong. I’m not going to try to hurt you but, I mean, how do you see this playing out? You’re nineteen and I’m twenty. What do you think’s going to happen? We just live happily ever after? “Yeah. Pretty much, actually.” Well, fuck me sideways. That doesn’t even sound like the worst idea I’ve ever heard.

you, or when we touch, I feel like all the pieces of me click together.”

I start laughing softly, surprised at the fact that in all the times I’ve had sex, I never realized that sex was fun until I had it with Luke.

He rolls his hips slowly. He rolls them exactly, precisely like sex. Like slow sex. Like the kind of sex I’ve always wanted but I haven’t had until now. Like the kind of sex that resets you completely and changes your life.

He sinks down on top of me, shoving his arms under my back and hooking his hands on my shoulders in a grip that lets me know once and for all; I’m his.

I breathe in and out, taking in huge gulps of air that taste and smell like salt water and fresh air and the only thing I’ve ever wanted this much.

“I’ll take anything if you’re the one giving it. Always. As long as I live, I’ll take whatever you have to give.”