Step brother becomes my love – part 1

Hello everyone, this is a story about a step brother who gets in love with his brother. This is a homosexual story and hope you guys enjoy…

*For those of you not up on computer lingo, here are some hints as to a few that will be used in this story. On a particular RPG (Role Playing Game) website that I use, if you are caught using bad language, your words will be malformed and you may land your character in jail for a period of time, hence, the abbreviations. LOL = Laughing Out Loud ROFLMAO = Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off WTF? = What The Fuck? STFU = Shut The Fuck Up*

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“Honey, it’s just for a little while until his bed arrives. Please, just do this for Mommy, okay? It won’t be for long, I promise.”

“Mom, it’s not fair! I’m nearly twenty-one! He just turned eighteen. I’m over that whole teenage bullshit. I’m a goddamn adult! “

Her golden eyes darkened to whiskey, hands flying to her hips. “Don’t you use that language with me, Dan! I won’t have it.” Her look softened, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “Please, baby. It was his idea! He thought it would give you two a chance to get to know each other. Just for a few nights, that’s all I’m asking.”

“Just because you’re getting married, I don’t see why you have to force him and his family on me.” Childish, I knew, but I still slammed the door and locked it. I could hear Todd’s voice full of concern down the hallway, though my mother was quick to assure him that I was just having a bad day and I’d be fine with time.

Yeah, right. She could just keep telling herself that.

Her voice carried through my door. “Honey, we’ll talk later, okay? Todd and I have to get ready for the party tonight!”

I didn’t really care whether or not she got married. But did she have to get married to the father of a bullying jock? Besides the fact that my mother had held me back a year before sending me into the first grade, I landed myself into a psychiatric ward at the age of sixteen when I took a few too many painkillers. Apparently, they thought I was suicidal.

My kind father had decided to kill himself and take Mom and me with him when his stock went under and he lost everything. Thankfully, my Mom was a whole lot handier with a gun than I’d ever given her credit for. You just never think of your Mom baking cookies, crocheting blankets, and holding a .38 caliber in her nightstand. Unfortunately, good old Dad had managed to give me a nice piercing in my stomach with a large kitchen knife before Mom came in like Billy The Kid. Hence, the painkillers that I may have taken fifteen of instead of the recommended one.

Depression wasn’t really what I would call the things I went through. And yet, I was still forced to see a counselor for months on end, then forced into seeing the idiotic counselors at school when they finally thought I was safe to return. Though I begged my mother to allow me to just get my GED instead of being two years older than everyone else, she politely declined and told me that with my baby face no one would know I was older than them unless I told them. Goody.

So here I was, twenty years old, just finishing high school, and somehow still looking like I should be about sixteen because, like my Mom had told me, I had a baby face. Now my Mom was marrying Todd. I didn’t have much of a problem with Todd, he was a good guy, if just a tad too optimistic for my taste. Even his little twelve year old twerp, Deric, was okay, who was thrilled beyond belief because Mom had turned the attic into a bedroom just for him.

It was his older son, Ben, that I had a problem with. Ben had picked on me in high school merely because he was bigger. He knew I was older and used it to his advantage. He would threaten me, saying that if I lifted a hand to him, he’d tell the counselors I was a child abuser and have me locked away.

I didn’t really know if he could do this or not, so I did nothing. I don’t know why the kid intimidated me, but he did, a lot. Older didn’t really do a lot considering he was bigger than me. He was the All-Star quarterback of our school, did weights almost obsessively, and at six foot looked like a god. I had glasses, a slim build, no friends, loved online RPG games obsessively, and was a small 5’7″. I was lucky I was that tall, considering both my parents were under 5’4″.

“Stupid jerk,” I muttered as I turned on my laptop. “I bet it was his idea. Just a new way to torment me now that we’re not in school. As if the possibility of him ruining every holiday from here on out weren’t enough.” I quickly pulled up my favorite RPG website and logged in. Within minutes, I was quickly running through one of the more popular graveyards and killing skeletons, zombies, and specters alike and looting their bodies for anything I could sell back in town. “I am such a dork.”

I was brought from my undead slaughtering when someone began picking the lock on my door. Unless Mom had found a new hobby, it could only be one person. The same person who had broken into my locker numerous times to disrupt my homework and make a general mess. I wanted to block the door, to tell him to go away so he could move his stuff in later. But I could feel my chest starting to tighten with an impending attack. As my door swung open, I dove across my full sized bed to grab my inhaler on the nightstand.

Glaring at the unwelcome intruder, I quickly inhaled the medicine, tempted to take another four puffs, but really didn’t want to have a repeat with counselors.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Dan? Under a little stress?” Ben grinned and walked up to the bed, watching as I quickly averted my eyes.

“I didn’t agree to this,” I wheezed. It always took a minute before the inhaler began to work. Rising from the bed, I decided to ignore him, so I returned to my game. Thankfully, my guy was strong enough, he’d killed three skeletons while I was gone and was only slightly wounded.

“You don’t have much of a choice, buddy boy.” Ben took no time in beginning to place several of his items around the room. “So, that was some hissy fit you decided to throw at Mom.”

“Don’t call her Mom.”

“Well, she is going to be my Mom now that she and Dad are getting married.” Ben grinned over his shoulder as he dumped his football gear in the corner. College was fast approaching and football was the whole reason he was getting into the local college a few miles away. “What? Aren’t you happy to have a new daddy and brothers?”

“Go screw yourself, Ben.” Though I said it under my breath, apparently Ben still heard me as he leaned against my chair, pushing it painfully into my desk. “Oof!”

“What was that, Dan? I don’t think I heard you.”

Now, I would have loved to push back in my chair and start a fight with the guy that was nearly a hundred pounds heavier than my skinny ass frame, but for obvious reasons, I was unable to. Instead, I leaned down nearly to my keyboard, gasping as the desk dug painfully into my stomach. “Get off of me.”

Ben leaned in close, leaning against my back, his breath against my cheek. Goosebumps broke out over my arms. “Don’t piss me off, brother of mine. We both know who would win if the two of us went at it.”

When he let me up, I took another puff of the inhaler, not sure if it was for my lack of breath or my nerves. This guy always made me edgy. Silently, I condemned my Mom again for telling me I had to sleep in the same room as a psycho.

I was so preoccupied, I didn’t see the Skeleton Shadow come up and start beating the crap out of my character. “Damn it!”

“What?” Ben came back over and looked over my shoulder. “What are you playing?”

“Never mind. It’s not for the brainy types like you,” I said sarcastically, rapidly trying to heal my character and run at the same time. My character was good, but not good enough for the shadows yet.

Ben began to laugh. “You named your character Dan? Jeez, you’re a dork.”

“You’re right, I should have named him something like, Shadow Killer, or Death Master, right?”

Step brother becomes my love – part 1 will continue in the next page.