Wanting My Step Brother

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Blake

Where the hell did all my chocolate milk go? 

My stomach gurgling with satisfaction was an answer to my silent question. I groan, rolling over on my bed, covered in history homework, maths homework and a printed colouring sheet I had given up on. This was a usual Sunday evening. 

Doing homework that's due the next day. 

 I grab the large glass as I bounce off my bed, my socks sliding against the wooden floorboards. My bra was off and I was slowly winding down for the night. Once my bra is gone, I can't do shit. I've logged the fuck out of life. 

Ella said I've had to put more effort into my appearance around the house, and it's honestly super tiring. Either that, or I'm just a lazy bitch. Probably the latter. 

Instead of the scandalous tank top that Ella had ordered me to wear, I opted for a grey sweatshirt and peach satin shorts. But Ella didn't need to know that. Oh, and a pair of halloween themed socks because why the hell not? 

Quietly, I made my way downstairs when the smell of cooking meat wafted into my nose. I froze mid-step, wondering who the hell was cooking in my kitchen? Mom and Ethan are away, and Alex said he'd be hanging out with Hunter.

Grabbing the old tennis racket leant against the wall, I crept towards the source of delicious smell. When I turned the corner suddenly, I let out a sigh of relief and dropped the racket to my side. 

"What the hell, Alex?" I asked, noticing him overing over the stove as he stared something in a pot. His blue eyes glanced up at me, before smirking at the tennis racket in my hand. 

"Well hello to you too." He said, making me realise that I was the first thing I'd said to him all day. 

I placed the racket down and shuffled towards him, "I thought you were hanging with Hunter and the bros." I inwardly chuckle, mocking Hunter's term from earlier when he'd crashed mine and Ella's "study" session. 

Alex chuckled, "Hunter cancelled, something about Ella." 

"Of course," I rolled my eyes, as I slipped onto the bar stool, "Something tells me that boys would do anything for the girl. Literally, anything." 

"No kidding. He literally ran out in the middle of training one day because her car broke down. His car is still crashed and didn't bother asking anyone for their's. So what did he do? He fucking ran on foot to the other side of town." The both of us began laughing, as Alex shook his head and continued stirring whatever was in the fry-pan. 

"Whatcha making?" I ask, leaning forward on my elbows, getting a clear look at the cooking meat. 

"Spaghetti. We're spending too much money on take out for it to be healthy."  Alex muttered, turning around as he began to chop fresh tomatoes. 

I hummed with joy, "My favourite." 

"Everything food related is your favourite, Blake." Alex stated, glancing at me over his shoulder with a sly smirk. 

"True, true." I nod my head in agreement before slipping off the stool, "Need some help?" 

Alex nodded, and I skipped around the counter and began stirring around the meat. The smell was so mouth-watering. God, I love food. Well, I mean there's nothing wrong loving one of the vital things that we humans need to live. Am I right, or am I right?