Chapter 29 MY JEALOUS STEPBROTHER
MY JEALOUS STEP BROTHER
BELINDA TAN (FL) — 20YRS
KANE WHITE (BELLY'S STEP-BRO) — 26YRS
JACK SNOWMAN (BELLY'S EX) — 24YRS
BELLY
"Jack? What are you doing here? Who let you in??"
"Calm down, just listen to me, please? I missed you, okay? I missed you, Belly." He grabbed my hands, searching my eyes. "And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about what happened that night. I can't forgive myself, Bell. I keep thinking about you."
My chest tightened. I slowly yanked my hands out of his and turned my back to him. My heart hammered against my chest, loud enough to echo in my ears.
Think of something, Belly. Anything.
I tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ears, and drew in a shaky breath. "We're over, Jack." I turned to face him, trying so hard to keep my face straight and mean. "You can't be here. I need you to leave right now."
"I can't. I can't leave like this. Not when you're still mad at me and won't even look at me. I fucked up, Belly... I know I did, and I'm so mad at myself. But, Bell—"
He stepped in, closing the gap between us and I hated how my body reacted to his closeness. His scent, his warmth, the way his eyes met mine, all of it — my skin was painfully aware and sensitive of it all.
It's clear I've been lying to myself all week. Swearing to have erased everything about him. Swearing to have nothing to do with him, ever again.
But faced with him...
Every one of them vanished, except guilt.
"I was drunk. I had no idea what was happening, or what I was doing, when Molly kissed me. I swear, I pushed her off the moment I felt it wasn't you. You saw me push her, didn't you?"
Yeah, I saw it. I saw the entire video online, the next morning. Jack was in fact innocent, but what change does it make?
I can't tell him that, I am the guilty one. That I fucked my step brother that night out spite and how it felt so good.
I can't bring myself to tell him that. He'd hate me. No, I don't want Jack to hate me, I still love him. So, so, damn much, it hurts.
Call me selfish, because I broke up with him for kissing another girl (which he didn't intend to do) only to fuck my step brother the same night and tried to make it all about me.
He can't find out about it and I can't get back with him, knowing I did something worst.
"Yes. Yes, I know you didn't initiate the kiss, but..." I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. "Jack, we can't be together again. I can't."
"Look at me, Belly."
When I didn't move, he reached for my chin and raised it, so that I was looking at him. His thumb brushed my lips, running lazy circles, as his gaze found mine.
"I'm sorry. I really am," his voice dropped low, etched with that sweetness that made me love him more. "And I'd do anything you want me to, except leaving you. Belly, I love you, I missed you... I know you did too, don't push me away."
"It's not about the kiss, Jack." I said, and tried to look away, but he held my chin.
"Then what is it about?"
I searched his eyes, and the wave of guilt that washed over me was electrifying. Second to none.
"Jack I love you, and I miss us being apart, but..."
His free arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer into him. Our faces, just inches apart. "No more buts, Belly. You love you me, I love you, that's all. And I'll never cheat on you."
Now, that's the problem.
I cheated on you, Jack! With my fuckin step brother. And worst? It felt so good, I don't regret it.
"What if I cheated on you?"
He bucked his hips into me, making me feel just how hard he was. "I know you won't. Hell, I love you too much to get mad at you."
"Jack..."
"Can you stop playing hard and kiss me already. I've missed you, Bell."
I didn't have enough time to think, when his lips came crashing against mine. It was wet, desperate and hungry.
His hands roamed my body like he’d die if he didn’t touch every inch of me. He lifted me, my thighs wrapped around his waist as he walked us to the couch. I gasped when I felt his hard length pressing against my core.
“Fuck, Belly… I’ve missed this,” he groaned into my lips, grinding me against him. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing, forcing me to move on him the way he wanted. Heat coiled inside me, guilt twisting with the pleasure — because every drag of his tongue only made me imagine Kane.
My skirt hiked up, leaving me bare below with only my thong.
His kisses became hot and punishing as they trailed down my neck. He reached between my thighs, pushing my thong to the side, and shoved two fingers inside me.
"Oh—Jack—oh my god." I moaned, clenching around him.
"So wet. Tell me, how much do you miss me?"
His finger fucked me, slow and deep.
"Jack—"
"Tell me, baby. How much?"
"So much." I sobbed, as his pace quickened.
"Louder!"
"I missed you, Jack! I missed you so much."
He chuckled, as he sucked the flesh on my neck. His finger working my wet pussy harder.
Ecstasy coiled around my stomach. I was close.
"Fuck. I'm cumming."
"No. Not yet."
"Jack, No—"
He pulled out his finger. Leaving me empty and painfully aching.
His movements were fast, as he reached to undo his belt, freeing his raging cock.
I found myself comparing his cock to Kanes'. His cock is beautiful, sexy and hot. Kane's cock might be longer than his, but his is thicker. God, I love both cocks.
"You missed my cock, Belly. You want me inside you, don't you?"
I nodded, licking my lips.
"Your words."
"Yes, Jack. I want you to fuck me."
His hand found my still clothed breasts, and squeezed them hard. His hard cock grinded and rubbed against my wet entrance.
“Jack—oh my god…” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he drove into me, his cock stretching me open. The couch creaked beneath us, my moans bouncing off the walls as he began to fuck me.
"How much I've missed you. You feel so damn good, Belly." He groaned into my ear, his hand locked around my throat as he fucked me deeper, harder. "You're so warm, baby. Fucking tight. Fucking wet."
"You—Jack—oh god, you fuck me so good." I cried, wrapping my legs around his waist, holding him tighter and deeper inside me.
His lips crushed mine, his tongue forcing its way in as he slammed his hips against mine, filling me completely. My body was on fire, my chest heaving, every part of me slick with sweat and need.
Suddenly, the door banged open.
“What the actual fuck?”
Jack froze, still buried inside me. I whipped my head around, heart stuttering in my chest. Kane stood there, jaw tight, his green eyes raging, his fists clenched at his sides as he took in the sight of us — Jack’s cock deep inside me.
“Get. Off. Her.” Kane’s voice was a dark, lethal command.
"You, get the fuck out." Jack snapped, glaring at Kane, while his hand held me possessively.
"And if I don't?" Kane challenged.
Jack smirked instead, pulling back just enough to slam into me again, making me cry out. His eyes never left Kane’s. "Then, be my guest."
Kane didn’t back down. He stalked forward, slow and lethal, until he was right in front of us. He snapped his gaze to me.
My breath hitched, tears burning the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity of it. Kane’s chest rose and fell as he stalked closer, his stare eating me aliv
e.
“You gonna let him use you like that?”
How do I tell him I was the selfish one? That I am still selfish because I wanted both of them.