He is the son of the jerk that my mother's going to marry. He is her stepson. That makes him my stepbrother, right? We were drunk, or so I thought we were.. We never intended to. But we ended up in each other's pants, we don't regret it too..
After that very incident, I hated myself for a while but then I found myself wanting more of him.. We both knew what kind of shit load we were about to take, we knew it was wrong. Very wrong. But, everytime we do it, it's a mixed feeling of Pleasure and Guilt.
