Wanting My Step Brother

[14]

Blake

"And if you feel you're sinking, I will jump right over into cold, cold water for you." I sang, walking in through the back door of the house. My head phones plugged into my ears, and my feet moving to the beat of the music. I sipped on the chocolate protein shake in my to-go cup and bobbed my head to the music. 

I had just finished swim training, and planned on coming home and having a long hot shower. Coach had really pushed me today, and I had to vomit out the burger I had a lunch earlier today. But I felt good now, and I'm proud with myself for not giving up. 

I also wanted to get out of these clothes. I usually wore them after my trainings so I could just be comfortable. But they reeked of chlorine and my wet hair was up in a messy bun, letting water drip down my back. However, the Adidas sweatpants do make my butt look great, so there's that. 

"Blake!" Comes the shriek of my mother, making my pull out my head phones and stuff them in the pocket of my green sweatpants. My mother came barrelling into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me. 

"Um...hi?" I asked, confused. 

"Me and Ethan are leaving, and I thought I wouldn't get to see you before we did." My mother said as we departed from the hug, "I mean, this could be the last time I see you." 

"Mom, stop freaking out. Your plane is not going to crash and you are not going to get abducted by Aliens." I rolled my eyes as I placed my bag on the kitchen island. My mother always freaked out about travelling via plane. I don't have a clue why, she's a freaking fashion designer and has to travel the globe all the time. 

But she calls me before she gets on the plane—telling me how much she loves me and how much she's appreciated having me as a daughter—and then calls me after to tell me she survived the dangerous flight. I love her because she's my mom, but she's so weird. 

Which, considering me and my behaviour, explains a hell of a lot. 

"Darling, don't jinx it." My mother grins, placing a perfectly manicured finger to my lips. I roll my eyes before noticing Ethan walk down the stairs, juggling five suitcase and three carry ons. 

"Love, we're only going for five days." Ethan rolls his eyes as he struggles to walk. I have got suppress a chuckle when I realise that every bag he's carrying is my mothers. She never likes to pack light.

"So?" My mother looks at him with a devious smirk. Ethan tries to hide his smile, but fails miserable. Ethan did really love my mother, quirks and all. And I was happy my mother loved him equally, if not more. They were the perfect couple. 

"Are you guys all set?" I ask, walking around the counter to grab a glass drying on the rack and searched through the stainless steel fridge for the orange juice. 

"Yup, we better get out of here before your mother decides to take another bag, or three." Ethan whispered, making me chuckle as I poured the juice into the long, thin glass. 

My mother gasped, playfully swatting at her husband's chest, "Hey!" 

Soon, Alex jogged into the kitchen wearing nothing but black basketball shorts and a grey muscle tank. It took everything not to drool at his bulging muscle. 

Control yourself Blake. Think of oozing pimples or nasty shit like that. 

"You guys are still here?" Alex joked, folding his arms as he stood in the doorway. 

Ethan patted his son on the back, "Not planning on any parties, are you?" 

"Oh no, of course not. I'm not that kind of child, father." Alex shrugged, placing his hands up defensively. I cracked up laughing, knowing that everything he said was one big lie.