Jacob, well, he's a close friend.
But, I obviously have to get Joey jealous.
I don't know why, but I have too.JOEY POV
I might or might not of called Emily over.
But all I can think about is kadie.
Shes all in my head.-
"Hey babe" Emily says when I open the door to let her in.
"Emily were not dating" I say with a stren look."Yet" she winks.
She walk past me and goes upstairs like its her house.
She walks into my room and lays down in my bed."Joey, the girl kadie, is such a bitch I can't believe you guys are now stepsiblings" she rolls her eyes.
"You don't always have to be a bitch to her, you have to know her first, she's actually really nice and is the sweetest person" I mentally smile to myself.
Emily gets up and touches my arm.
"Awh Joey, don't get defensive, its..actually hot" she grins.
"Emily stop" I say pushing her hand away "
Without hesitation she starts pulling my shirt off.
She pulls off her own."Admit it, Joey, you like me, you always have" she says coming close to me touching my lips.
I close my eyes and grab her waist.She kisses me and I kiss back.
What the hell am I doing?!
She starts moaning, suddenly I get turned on.🚶kadie's POV
There was an awkward silence on the way home.
-
We reached my house and we stop at the doorway."Its been fun with you today,Jacob" I look down and back up to him with a grin.
"I had funny too" he comes close and gives me a hug.
I hug back and I..enjoyed it.
"Friends?" I say.
"Best friends" we both smile, but I knew he got hurt.
He starts to walk away and I unlock my door."I'm home" silence.
"Hold up.."
"Ahhh ahhh Joey" is that a..moan?
I run up stairs and the moans lead to joeys room.
I put my hand the door handle and twist it...MWAHAHAH CLIFFHANGER!!!
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my stepbrother-joey Matthew Birlem Fanfic
Fanfiction(COMEPLETED) I8 year old kadie falling for her new stepbrother. But what will happen if he just plays with her feelings? . . . . . .