The Bitch Vs. The Brother

Chapter 4

[*unedited*]
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"Hey baby. Can I talk to you for a few minutes?" Vincent starts, wiping his hands on his pants. It's been a few hours since Vincent was slapped and drunk out of his mind. It took about an hour to sober him up in time for us to bring him home, to tell Stephanie.

"Hey Mike, Mikey," she nods to us and I nod back, biting my tongue as Mike jumped up to hug her. She giggled as he spun her around, kissing her forehead after putting her down. Mike was always the affectionate type; always hugging people, kissing people, always fucking touching somebody.

"Hey sexy," Stephanie greeted Vincent, kissing him on the mouth. My head started throbbing and my mouth went dry as he kissed her back. My blood began to boil as I watched him wrap his hands around her waist. This was a normal reaction whenever I saw them. I couldn't help being jealous. Yes, I fucking admit it, I'm jealous of my brother and his relationship. Stephanie is so fucking beautiful, so amazing. I loved being around her, especially when Vincent left the room. Even when sometimes we wouldn't speak, I'd catch her peeking at me sometimes, or I'd look in her direction casually. But see I have a problem.

Last week, Vincent, Stephanie, and I were in Vincent's room. Stephanie was laying on Vincent as he was laying on the couch and I had the whole bed to myself. As I was scrolling through Instagram, eyeing the ass on this blonde girl that I used to date, I felt like somebody was burning a whole through my shirt and my face felt hot. I looked up to see Vincent asleep, but what I did see was Stephanie staring dead at me, a smirk on her lips before she licked them. I raised my eyebrows at her, tilting my head to the side, honestly curious, but then she shrugged, laying her head back on his chest before closing her eyes again. I've never been so confused.

"Mikey!" somebody snapped in my face, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up, confused, to see Vincent looking at me, concern laced across his features. Looking around the room, I noticed Mike staring at me with the same look as Vincent; but when i looked at Stephanie, I didn't see concern; I saw a fucking smirk.

She knew. This bitch knew.

I looked away from her, focusing my attention on Vincent again, who now looked worried. "Yeah? Sorry I was just thinking. What happened?" I said, running my fingers through my hair to ease the stress I was currently feeling.

"You alright man? Vince was calling your name for awhile. Something on your mind?" Mike asked, rubbing my back. I shook my head, staring at my lap before peeking up to see Stephanie bite the corner of her bottom lip before rolling those sexy ass lips into her mouth, winking at me. My eyes widened as I lifted my head to see Vincent and Mike still staring at me. Mike was patting my back and Vincent was grabbing my face, trying to get me to focus, but I couldn't. She was driving me crazy.

"Breathe. Mikey, breathe. Everything is fine. Tell me what's wrong," Vincent coached and I took a deep breath, looking to Stephanie to see her take a seat on the couch opposite me and cross her legs, her thighs fully on display from her skirt being so short. I blushed hard, shaking my head, rubbing my palms on my lap to ease the sweat.

Then I heard a gasp.

Then another.

And then two sets of laughter.

I looked up, confused, until Mike stood up, throwing a pillow at me, it landing perfectly in my lap. I give him a confused look, until I began to throb. I froze in place and Vincent started laughing so hard tears rolled down his cheeks. Mike shook his head at me and I couldn't help but continue blushing as my best friend, brother, and brother's girlfriend saw my reaction to what I saw.

I bet Vincent wouldn't be laughing if he found out who I was hard for. I bet that would shut him up.

"I-I'm...sorry. Um...fuck, no I'm not. why am I lying?" Vincent continued to laugh. killing my boner. I threw my pillow at him, hitting him in his face as he fell off of the couch, clutching his chest. Stephanie giggled and I looked up to see her smirk at me again, lifting her hands and pulling her hair out of her hairband.