Trevor Jackson Imagines

Step Brother

"Iight man, damn!" My step brother, Trevor sighed. "You too fuckin sensitive.." I rolled my eyes & walked off. Trevor & I have been brother and sister for about two and a half years now, his mom married my dad. Shame to say that I've had a little crush on him since we met. He's just so damn fine & I just can't get over him. Sometimes I start arguments with him just so he'd do this cute little thing with his face when he gets mad. Sometimes the arguments get personal. But when we do make up, he's just the sweetest thing. I love him, he's everything. "Whatever..." I mumbled, under my breath. He grabbed my arm & yanked me back. I snatched away, pushing him back. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" I yelled. "Don't you EVER put your fuckin hands on me!" I walked off to my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

I know Trevor means well, but that shut ain't cool. "[your first initial]..." I heard Trevor calling my name. I ignored him. Then I heard the door handle jiggle. "C'mon babygirl, open the door." "Go the fuck away." I simply said. "Please." He begged. I kinda smiled & got up to open the door. He doesn't & wouldn't beg for anything in his life, but somehow he's always begging me. I rolled my eyes as I let him in. "C'mon [your first initial], stop." He grabbed my arm & pulled me into him from behind. I folded my arms. "You know I hate that begging shit.." He said, laying his head on my shoulder. I was silent. "What I gotta do to make you forgive me? Huh?" He asked. "I took you to get ya nails done yesterday, then the day before you tried to max me out, and the day before that you got your hair done.....what do you want this time?" YOU! "Just leave me alone." I barely spoke. "Not til you tell me what you want." He turned me to face him. I looked into his eyes. Beautiful dark brown shade, then a gorgeous chestnut when the sun hits them. Why does he have to be my fuckin step brother!? I pushed him off of me & out of my bedroom. "Just leave me alone Trevor!" I slammed the door on his face. I sighed & threw myself on my bed.

As the day went on, I've been ignoring Trevor the best that I could. My daddy took me car shopping earlier, cause I want a new car for my birthday next month. "What's going on with you two?" Trevor's mom, Cam asked. I just sighed as I continued to play with my food. I glanced over at Trevor & he was playing in his phone. It doesn't even look like he touched his plate. I looked down at mine. "Eat your food.." I barely spoke. I heard him sighed. "Y/n seriously!" My dad sighed. "What happened with you guys? This has been going on all week!" "WE GOT INTO A FIGHT, OKAY!!!" I yelled, then ran up to my bedroom. Before I could slam the door, it stopped. I looked behind me & sighed. "Leave me alone, Trevor..." I sniffled walking over to my bed. He grabbed my arm & pulled me into him, he held me. I looked into his eyes, then looked down. "Let me go..." "C'mon Y/n, I said I was sorry." He finally spoke. "Well sorry isn't good enough!" I spat. "That shit was not cool. How dare you bring that shit up!?" I pushed him off of me. "I was young and naïve. You know what I went through!"

Once I broke up with my boyfriend, about three years ago, I was crushed. He was my first love, I loved him with everything in me. We both decided that we break up because we just weren't into each other anymore & it hurt me to the core. I had high hope for us and then it was over. Trevor and I had just met & we were cool, so to say & I vented to him for a guys side of the situation. Long story short, we fucked. We'd have sex everyday for the next 6 months & twice on the weekends, but I had to stop it because our parents were getting married. I felt guilty. And the sad thing about it is that we have a two and a half year old son, Michael Lawrence Kingsley Jackson. Yes we named him after Trevor's role model and inspiration in the music industry & the late King of Pop....may he rest in peace, but we just call him Kingy around the house....well atleast I do. The only person that knows about us is my mom & I'd like to keep it that way, but we'll have to tell our parents sooner or later.

"Baby c'mon, don't make me beg." I walked off & into my bathroom. He just followed me, he held me from behind. "Please don't do this. I don't have the energy to fight today.." He started to kissed on my neck, and gently stroking my stomach with his thumb. Little goes he know that I'm pregnant again. "You know I never intend on hurtin you. I know you regret us hookin up that night, and I know you wish you didn't love me." He turned me to face him. "But you do and I love you too....hell, we got a kid.." I smiled. "I'm done fightin babe, just forgive me this last time and I swear it'll be the last time." I kissed him. He chuckled. "The things I just thought bout doin to you.." "And what's that??" He lifted me up & sat me on the counter. "You don't wanna know." He kissed on my neck. I moaned softly. "I swear, if you leave a mark I'm kicking your ass." He chuckled & came up to kiss my lips. "Oops..." He smirked. I scrunched my face up so I wouldn't smile. "Y/n! King's home.." I heard my dad yell. I giggled & squealed. "My Kingy's home!!" I pushed Trevor back & hopped off the counter, running down the stairs. He's been with my mom all week. I picked him up & hugged him tight, but not too tight. "Kingy!!" "Mommy!!!" He squeaked, hugging my neck. "Daddy!!!!" He screamed. "Sup lil man." I looked back to Trevor walking downstairs, then up at my dad. OOP! I guess it's time to tell them the truth.....