Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Mike yawned and stretched in his bed. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His chest felt like it had been punched repeatedly with a sledgehammer. Heartache was like that, Sarah had said. “You made your bed, you lie in it.”

She hadn’t been happy with his announcement. None of them had been. He knew it was just because they just weren’t seeing as clearly as he was. He sighed and headed to the bathroom.

Mike stepped into the shower and couldn’t help but think about all that had happened.

It’s not like he had a choice in the matter. There wasn’t any way things could continue like they were. He thought back to when he’d first realized that the time with his sisters was limited. They’d all die one day of course, but this was different. This had come out of nowhere, and when the thought found its way into his brain, it nestled there and wouldn’t leave. He felt like his hand had been forced or that the decision wasn’t really his to make.

It had all started about a year ago, four years to the day after Danni’s accident. Mike and his sisters had been invited to go out to a barbecue with Matt and Missy at their parent’s house. They arrived and could tell something was out of place. Something just didn’t seem right with the two siblings.

Mike had hopped out of his truck and was walking with Danni. Matt opened the door and then swore as Missy pushed past him.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” she said, glaring at her brother.

He rolled his eyes and ushered Mike and his sisters in. “Sorry about her,” he muttered.

The barbecue was delicious, but they all found conversation lacking. Everyone could tell that something was wrong, except Matt’s oblivious parents, and he’d had a downcast look on his face throughout dinner.

The Stuart siblings had been fooling around for a long time, apparently, Mike had later discovered. He’d finally let Matt know that they’d seen them at the river cabin a few years ago, and had in turn admitted that he was fooling around with his own sisters.

When Matt had told Missy about the revelation, however, she’d lost it.

Mike couldn’t help but feel responsible for what had happened next. He had come in the next day for work and Mike could tell that something was wrong. It had taken some doing, but Matt finally opened up to him. “Missy left,” Matt said.

Mike immediately gave him a pat on the shoulder and set about the tasks of work. He knew that Matt would talk to him in time if he needed to. They’d had a lot to deal with at work that particular day. Men weren’t like women, and he knew that Matt just needed time. He’d be there if he needed him.

Matt, Emma, and Mike had all graduated the same year. The two young men then set about starting a business, an idea that they’d had in college. Matt’s father had lent them some startup capital and the two men started their own construction company.

Business had started with small jobs, fixing things for little old ladies, maybe installing a cabinet or two. Mike was the face of the company at first. He was easier to talk to and seemed to have a way with people. Matt, while definitely a hard worker, wasn’t as amiable as he used to be. He seemed to have a cloud hanging over him since his sister had gone.

Mike had assumed that he’d come and talk to him, but he was wrong. He tried approaching him a few times, but Matt had blown him off, focusing on his work instead.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Emma had gotten a degree in Accounting, and after hating the company that she’d joined right out of college, she decided to quit that and help her brother and Matt out with the business side of M&M Construction. It was a welcome addition to the company, and she’d help to grow their budding business. They had several work crews now, with Mike, Matt, and even Paul running one each. Mike and Matt were co-owners, but they gave Emma and Paul a share of the profits. Business had grown, and Matt had settled into a quiet, withdrawn funk from which Mike was worried he might not return.

He sighed as he reminisced. Sliding out of bed, he stood and looked around his room. ‘So empty,’ he thought. He walked to his bathroom and hopped in the shower, turning the water as cold as he could stand.

He should have taken care of this problem a long time ago. It had turned ugly when he’d finally told his sisters what he had to do. He should have realized it a long time ago. It was so obvious to him now, not that he liked it very much. He thought back to that conversation he’d had with Matt.

It seemed like forever ago, but was in fact only around a month. The thoughts brought about by that conversation had caused all that had transpired since.

He’d been in the office, looking at the blueprints of a new job they were starting that week.

Matt came in and glanced over and nodded. He looked as depressed as he’d ever been.

Mike sighed and went back to the blueprint. Lunch came and Mike offered to treat Matt, but he refused.

“Come on man, just come have a drink with me. I miss the old times,” Mike told him finally, that evening.

He’d sighed deeply, but consented.

“It’s been 4 years now, man. What’s the deal?” Mike told him after he’d gotten him a second beer, Matt having downed the first.

“You wouldn’t understand, Mike, and I don’t like talking about it.”

“I wouldn’t understand? I’m in the same situation you were, only more so.” Mike sighed. “You’ve got to talk to someone. Who better than your best friend?”

Matt downed the second beer, and then the third.

“Just talk to me, man. It doesn’t have to be about Missy.”