Page 3 of Step Brother Bear

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Why are you such a jerk?”

He scoffs. “Because I don’t want to get in trouble. It’s called self-preservation, sweetheart.”

“I mean, in general. This was supposed to be my birthday celebration, and you ruined it.”

“Ruined it? Your parents left you, and you were going to only have your three shitty friends over. I made it better.”

“Yeah, this feels so much better. And why do you call them "your" parents? They're your parents, too.”

“No. Janette is not my mother, and Darrell may share my DNA, but just because he knocked up my dead mom doesn’t mean he’s my father.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” I turn away from his intense stare. He may have a point. My mom is not his mom in the slightest. She’s barely parented him since most of our upbringing; he didn’t live with us. Darrell isn’t the worst stepdad. For the most part, he leaves me alone, but I’ve seen the way he treats Derek whenever he’s home. It’s harsh, even if I hate the kid.

I cross my arms over my chest, giving me a semblance of space. “My friends aren’t shitty.”

He laughs. “Yeah, and where were they when you were standing around pouting?”

His question annoys me, because he’s right. They were all far too pleased to run off and fuck around once the randos started showing up. “It doesn’t matter! You know what, I was actually starting to have a good time with Tristian, but then you pushed me into the pool. You’re set on making me miserable.”

“Tristian? Yeah, that guy is a fucking loser. I saved you a headache.”

“You don’t know him!”

“I know he was nowhere to be found once you had to pull yourself out of the pool.”

“Is that why you pushed me in then? You were jealous?”

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He laughs, but it’s not convincing. “Yeah fucking right.”

“I can feel your tiny erection rubbing up against me right now. You pervert. I’m your sister.”

His grip tightens, and sharp nails poke into my flesh. Where did those come from? “You’re not my sister.” He nearly growls, almost like a wild animal possessed him.

I yank back. “Ouch. What the fuck?”

Something washes over him, and he shakes his head and releases me. It takes him only a second for his cocky mask to fall back into place. “You should know I’m always hard. It makes it easier to fuck on command.”

I scoff. “Like anyone would want to fuck you.”

“Oh, yeah. You should ask Chrishell about that.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

He smiles and shrugs. “I don’t know. Ask her.”

“You didn’t fuck Chrishell.”

“Maybe not. But she was so eager to suck my cock.”

“You’re lying.”

“Am I?” He steps closer, rubbing against me through his thin swim shorts. I can pretend it's little all I want, but it doesn’t change the facts.