Stepbrothers' Darling

by K.A. Knight

To all those out there that have found family doesn’t always mean blood. And to all those out there still searching for theirs… You are all welcome: All family. You are Crew.

The table is occupied by three men. Usually I don’t notice people beyond their location in my dance, but for a moment, my heart skips and I miss a beat before I recover with an extra twirl. They are beautiful. From what I can see in the dim lighting, they are young, maybe a year older than me, and all kinds of dark and sexy. Their eyes are locked on me and my every move. One’s dark gaze is filled with a promise as it roams down me in an unmistakable way. Another’s flirty eyes touch everywhere they look. The third man, with light irises, is grinning at me.

I dance like nobody’s watching. Leaving everything else behind. I twirl and grind as the beat controls me. That’s when I feel it... Eyes. It’s my turn to be watched.

“Mind if I join you?” she inquires, clearly trying to be nice. But this girl is anything but nice. It’s in her eyes, in her attitude. Not to mention we saw her beat the fuck out of a table full of guys and get arrested. No, our new stepsister is a badass cock tease.

The arty one, Asher, I think, with the blond shaved head. Bray, with the tied back brown hair, muscles to die for, flirty smirk, and nose and lip piercings. Shit... and then Cyrus, the grumpy giant, whom I wanted to climb like a tree.

I know my own worth. I’m not easy just because I like sex. If I were a man, it wouldn’t be an issue, but because I have a pussy, how many bodies I have apparently matters, as if my pussy has a body count. If a woman has sex, it makes your pussy used, slack. If men do it, they are hailed as heroes. Fuck that double standard.

We’ve just claimed Blair as ours to protect, and we protect ferociously and permanently.

What Crew owns, they protect. I’ll look after this broken little heart of hers and never let anyone close to it again. It’s a promise.

Being a friend doesn’t mean blind adoration, it means calling you on your shit when you need it.

“You want to come, baby girl? You want to fuck? Then fine, but it will only be with one of us.”

“We’ve never had anyone protect us, claim us, or threaten people for us before. It’s always the other way around. It was nice. You’re changing our lives, Blair, for the better.” No, they are changing mine.

“That’s me, all the fucked up scarred pieces and all.” “And you’re perfect,” Asher says instantly, kissing me.

We’re family. You are Crew. We are for life, baby girl, so get used to it. No matter what happens, no matter your past, no matter what anyone else fucking thinks—it’s us, always, until the end.

You are ours to protect, to love, to keep.

“Baby girl, that’s what towels are for.” He smirks, standing above me. “You think a little blood is going to stop me from fucking my girl?”

“I’m going to eat your cunt, blood and all, and then fuck you so good you’ll never doubt my intentions again.”

There is nothing shameful or gross about a little blood. In fact, sometimes it’s a fucking turn-on, especially with you.

“Blood in, blood out. Family isn’t always blood, but who you are willing to spill blood for.”

Fighting yourself because you don’t want to stand out and denying what you truly want since it’s different only leads to your own unhappiness, not anyone else’s. As long as you can live with yourself, as long as you can look back on your life and say that you were truly happy, that you did everything you wanted to and lived with no regrets, then who cares? Will it matter a month from now? A year? Two? Twenty? No, people will forget, but we will still be us.

remember the stars always come out, the sun always rises, and the world keeps turning.