Stepbrothers' Darling

by K.A. Knight

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.

We begin to pick up some of the blooms—we keep them in big vases in the dressing room. I’m just bending near the edge of the stage where those sexy men are when the one with the light eyes leans forward. I spy his blond, almost shaved head and bright blue eyes, and in his hand, he holds a rose. He’s half in the light, half in the dark, but my heart skips at seeing his sharp, beautiful face and the lust in his eyes. His hunger shoots straight to my pussy and has my clit throbbing. He extends the rose to me with a smile, and I hear the others starting to leave the stage, so with a wink, I accept it. His fingers brush along mine, rough and purposeful as I take it. Goosebumps rise from that one innocent touch, and I falter before I turn and follow the other girls off stage. Who were those men? Why do I care?

3/10. Weird bend and colour. Not good girth or length, wouldn’t even hit any of the good spots. Too hairy, not good for sucking. Not sure how you got your wife, but I wouldn’t push your luck, buddy. She probably has to fake it as it is. Would not recommend.

Full name: Mitchy Smith. Email: badboyforeves@gmail.com (really bro?) Age: 18 School: All Boys Catholic. Year: Sixth-form. Address: 4 Crescent Way. I have forwarded your messages to your mother, your school, and the police. Have a nice life :)

The three hot men are watching me, so I wink at the one with the blond hair and grab the coke from the table next to them where the mardy guy is. I take a sip as I stare at him before putting it down as he leans back and runs his eyes over me.

“What the fuck did you say?” I demand, standing over their table. The guy sits back, smirking at me. “She’s a clumsy cow. You, on the other hand—” “Oh shit,” I hear Faye curse as I grab the back of his head and smash his face into the table—twice for good measure before I release him. He scrambles back with a shout, tears running from his eyes. His nose is busted and bleeding everywhere.

“Kinky,” I mutter as I lift my head and meet the eyes of the three men from the show. It’s their table, and they are all watching me. The blond-haired one with the blue eyes looks concerned, the light-brown-eyed one with luscious brown hair is smirking, and the dark one is glaring at the officer whose hands are clearly feeling me up as he states it’s for a weapon search. He even sticks his hands under my shirt. The prick.

Tits on a dick. My eyes widen and I lick my lips as I view the show going on before me. And they say I’m a tease and a flirt… This guy puts me to shame. I should feel dirty for watching him, but I don’t. Especially when he pushes his trousers down, his arms and back flexing. His back is built, and when I say built, I mean he must work out every single day. He has those two adorable dimples at the base of his tanned spine. His shoulders and arms are what catch my gaze though. They are impressive, all tanned, supple skin stretched over hard muscles.

He looks like a thirst trap off Instagram. You know, those men who are way too good-looking to be real? His arms bulge as he pulls on a loose grey shirt with holes in it, allowing the bar through his nipple and some of his tattoos to peek through. He stills like he can feel my gaze, so I step back into the dark, not wanting to meet my new stepbrother while I’m ogling him.

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.

My eyes lock on the tiny blonde who’s twirling around the once empty room. Her tanned, curvy legs are bare, sending a shot of lust straight to my rapidly hardening cock. Her nipples are pebbled against the ripped black top she’s wearing, and her impressive curves are on full display. She moves across the room to the music, her body in perfect synchronisation with the beat.

I can’t capture the promise of danger in those blue eyes, the shine of her drying wavy hair, or the dip of those incredible curves. The feel of grunge and rocker. Her lined eyes with smoke painted across her lids. Those maroon lips tipped up as she watches us. The many earrings dotting her ears.

“Usually when he’s beating the shit out of someone or pounding into a pussy.” Bray shrugs. “And you know that how?” She laughs. “Do you tag team cunts?” “Sometimes,” he teases. “Why? Want to sign up?”

“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.

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.”

I don’t know where we’ll be tomorrow or the day after or even next year. I live day to day, always have, but I know for the first time ever that Blair has me planning my future, and she’s in it. She’s the fucking hub, the fucking heart. It’s unconventional, but our family always has been. I don’t know if it will work, or if it will fall apart. We are always walking a tightrope between too much and just enough, and one day it might just snap, but right now? With her in my arms? I’m ready to risk it all for my stepsister.

“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.”

Leaning down, he presses his hands to the mattress on either side of me, getting right in my face. “When are you going to realise we aren’t like most, baby?” he purrs as he brushes his nose down my cheek and back to my ear. “I’m going to eat your cunt, blood and all, and then fuck you so good you’ll never doubt my intentions again.”

“Nothing could ever stop me, baby girl, okay? It’s a natural thing. It’s just your body, it’s who you are. There is nothing shameful or gross about a little blood. In fact, sometimes it’s a fucking turn-on, especially with you. Now lie back and let me feast on my cunt.”

“We all will,” I add, eyeing him seriously for once. I may like him and even their club, but Blair comes first. “She’s our entire world, our fucking family. Anything happens, you won’t be safe. None of you.”

“My past... it’s fucked up, Faye. You know it’s why I am the way I am, but it’s worse than you can ever imagine. A teacher at my school became obsessed with me. He was nice at first, but I didn’t know, and eventually, I realised I had a stalker, but I didn’t know who. They sent flowers, pictures, and creepy texts. They called in the middle of the night. They got more and more threatening and increasingly angry at my boyfriend and friends, saying they were cheating on me and spreading lies. I know now it was to get me alone, to make me turn to him. It didn’t work, and it got fucked up.”

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

“Then what are you waiting for? I’m right here. Or are you finally realising I’m not that same scared little girl, the one who trusted you like a child trusts an adult? You can’t bully or threaten me to make me compliant this time, so either kill me or let me go.” “I’ve been waiting for a very long time, Blair, and I can wait a little longer. Especially if it means making you suffer for putting me behind bars and trying to get away from me. No, this isn’t over yet. It’s only just the beginning.” He brings the gun down across my face before I can move away.

“Shush, let’s not think about it now, okay?” he murmurs. “We thought we’d lost you, Darling.” His voice cracks, and I pull back to see tears in his eyes. When I look at the others, they look equally as distraught and worried. “You’re Crew though—” “But you are the only person in this world we lov—care about,” Asher explains. “We can’t lose you. There used to be Crew without you, but now? There is nothing. If you died it would break us. You put our family back together again, baby girl, and now you hold it in your hands. So please, let us just hold you for a minute.” “There is no us without you. Blood in, blood out,” Bray reminds me before pulling me closer.

take a deep breath and look at my life. I remind myself of everything I did to get here. I remind myself that I have people who love me, even if she never did. I remind myself this is my life now, and I can make it whatever I want. The future isn’t set in stone, it’s what I make it. If I’m not happy? I can change it, it’s that simple. And those who stay with you, they are the ones you need in your life. I’m not saying life is easy, Blair, and that we don’t make mistakes. I’m not saying living is easy, because it’s not. It’s fucking hard.

“Oh, Darling, we already have you.” They aren’t wrong. I’m theirs, wholly, fully. Crew’s queen. My stepbrothers’ darling.