Step-brother Stories

Part 3 The streetlights flickered past us in a rhythmic, hypnotic blur. Colin had one hand on the wheel and the other rested on the center console. He let out a long breath. He sounded… I don't know. Relieved? Amused? "Okay," he said. He glanced at me, then in the rearview. "Serious question. Did we just get kicked out of a VIP lounge? Or was that a mutual decision to leave before I got arrested for public indecency?" I s...

Part 2 "Hold still," Madison murmured, her breath ghosting over my cheek. "If you twitch, you’re going to look like a raccoon, and I am not redoing this." I froze, holding my breath while the cold, wet tip of the eyeliner pen traced the corner of my eye. We were squeezed into her tiny, overly bright bathroom, the air thick with the smell of hairspray and that expensive vanilla perfume she practically bathes in. I was sitt...

Part 1 The bright morning sun felt different on my skin. Possessive. It was like it was laying a warm hand over every single place Colin had marked. I was practically floating across the hot, sugary sand. The sound of the surf was lazy, just this distant rhythm, but my blood was thrumming. My red lifeguard bikini... it didn't feel like a uniform. It felt more like a victory banner, you know? Stretched tight across my body...