My Step Brother

My Step Brother (3)

Once we got home, I wanted to land on my couch and fall alseep. I couldn't. I had to help my retarded step mom with her luggage. Dammit. Why is she such a bitch? "Hon!" she said "I need your help!" Gosh, she's crazy. Once I realized she had five luggages, I just wanted to kill her.

"I'll help you," Alex said, giving me a smirk. What the hell? A smirk?

"I'm fine, and I got it," I said with anger. Why was I angry? Was it because he was so hot? I see his kind, blue eyes, while his muscles flexing? Damn. He was so hot. "You checking me out cutie?" giving me a wink.

"No," I said while running into the house. I ran so fast that I didn't know my step mom's heels were at the step. She wanted to kill me. What the fuck. My leg was bleeding. Of course. She would be happy.

"Woah, you okay cutie?"

"Stop calling me that."

"I can call whatever you want, 'cutie'" he said. He emphasized the word "cutie". What the fuck. I thought it was hot. He gave me a wink and help me get up. Of course the evil bitch...sorry. "Witch", came into the room.

"Alex!" she shrieked "Help mom with the bags!"

"Hold on mom, " he said "I'll help Michelle first.". Woah. Thanks, I guess. He went to get the first aid kit. "This might hurt a little." After everything, it did hurt so much. Yes. I had to let a tear out. It was so much pain for me. This was worse than getting a shot. No one likes shots. They scare the shit out of me. "Damn girl" he blurted out. "You're such a baby".

"I am not," I said "It's hurts really bad.".

"Whatever you say cutie.". Damn. I was so fucking frustraded. I never really had a nick name. It was sort of cute and frustrating at the same time. He stood up from the couch and went to his mom.

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Alex P.O.V.

Gosh dammit. My mom's so stupid. It was sort of cute when Michelle tripped. Her face reaction was adorable, but I still had to help her up. Once again, she smelled good. Truth is, I hate the smell of vanilla on most girls. It was because of my mom, because she'd always use too much.

Holy shit. She had the perfect amount, and she was just amazing. She had medium-length layered brown hair with natural highlights, and her body was just amazing. She was shorter than me but it was cute.

Mom had ruined the moment. Of course she had to run in during my talk with Michelle. She can be a bitch sometimes. After a minute, I grabbed the first aid kit. Dammit. Michelle. She is beautiful. She's the one I fell for easily. She had the perfect tan, personality, and smile. Shit. Like an angel.

Of course she felt pain. Girls can be like that. I could tell she was trying to act tough. It was cute of her. Cute? That's all I can think of her. "Cute".

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After everyone unpacking their bags, we decided to go out to dinner. My mom didn't feel like joining us. Also, since me dad is here, we decided to stay at my old house before divorce. It would be awkward if mom, dad, and my future step mom was in one house.

We just decided to go to Wendy's for today. It was dad driving in the front seat with the bitch talking about her ex-husband. I swear she is dumb, but not as stupid as a high school class mate. I was sitting in the back with Alex. Of course we had to take the small car.

There was so many turns. I rather just walk. So many turns that my head would practically be hitting Alex's shoulder. "Damn cutie", he said. I rolled my eyes. He gave me a wink. Fuck you.

When we happily arrived, the botch kept talking about what to order. I was so pissed. She took fifteen minutes to chose, and all she got was a cheeseburger with fries. "I'll have a Baconator with medium fries and sweet tea please!" Yes. I'm fucking 95 pounds, and I eat lot. Yes. Someone had to bring the weight issue up. 

His breath. He whispered into my ears, "Holy shit, for a girl that's beautiful with that body, I'd never imagined what she could eat.." What the fuck. It was sweet, but what the fuck. I stood behind him while he was ordering. "I'll have the same as her but large fries please.".

After a hour at Wendy's, we decided to go shopping. I felt sort of sick. French fried dipped in frosty? Hell yeah. It was good but I still felt sick. Everyone was mostly passed out but dad. He had large Coke and fries. Alex for sure was passed out.

Everyone mostly fell asleep in the car. The mall was about half an hour away. I felt asleep after ten minutes then I felt a heavy object on my shoulder. Alex. He eventfully got his head and feel asleep. His hair. His face. His body. Dammit. He's so sexy. The way his black and brown hair would flip and his waves within it too. Fuck. His eyes. Blue. Green. Gray. "You checking me out?" he whispered.

I got frighten, so I shook him off me. "What the-"

"Alex! 'What the what?"

"Nothing mom..." I could tell he was sort of pissed. We had fifteen minutes to get there, and he never turned around or talked to me. I felt sad. What the fuck? I did feel sad.

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Alex P.O.V.

Gosh. It felt good laying on her shoulder. Would of been better on her lap. I knew she liked it. "You checking me out?" I said. Damn. I didn't know she would react hard, that she'll push me away. When getting into the mall, i'll sure get my revenge.

But I liked her, and I pretty much knew she did too. There wasn't a place where it can just be us. I was pissed how she just got me in trouble. Yes. I was about to say, "What the fuck.." No problem. Mom said it all the time to dad before the divorce. Realizing in starting to like my younger step sister was crazy.