My Step Brother

Rene'e is from Mooresville, Indiana. She lives there with her dad in a peaceful little neighborhood called Rooker Trace. Rene'e has the best friends a girl could ask for, the perfect house, the perfect life. Until her dad meets someone from Holmes Chapel in the UK and is forced to move there with her and her two kids.
Rene'e finds herself faced with a very awkward situation.


5. Truth Comes Out

My Step Brotherღ

Truth Comes Out



Tueday night was a family night now, now Harry and I were forced to sit in the same room with eachother and pretend to get along.

Tonight we watched a movie as a family. Anne chose The Notebook. It was cool, because I have never gotten the chance to see it.


In the middle of the movie the love scene comes on.

"Cover your eyes!" My dad said laughing.

Harry and I looked at him giving him looks. "Dad, we're 17 years old. We can handle a love scene." I said.

Anne started to laugh.




Once the movie was over Anne and my dad went to bed. Harry and I stayed downstairs and watched t.v..

"There is nothing on.." He said to himself. He then came across Spike TV. "Manswers. Yes!" I sighed.

"I am not watching this crap, Harry!" I said.

He looked over at me. "Then go to bed." He said.

"No!" I snapped.

"Then get over it."

I grabbed the remote and turned on The Desprate Housewives marathon.

Harry looked at the t.v. "Oh hell no!" He said trying to grab the remote out of my hand.

I put the remote in my bra. I knew he wouldn't try getting it then. Or so I thought. He stared at me and smirked. "You really think that's going to stop me?"

Was he being serious?

He started reaching for my shirt and I jumped back.

"Oh my god! Are you crazy?!" I asked him.

"Give me the remote." He said.

I took it out and threw it at him as I made my way towards the stairs.

It hit his chest and he grunted and then looked at me. "You know, you're probably the hottest girl I've ever hated."

I looked back. "Yeah? Well, right back at ya." WHAT. DID. I. JUST. SAY.? 

"Ahh, so you think I'm hot?" he said. I didn't turn around, I knew he had that smirk on his face right now.

It was actually kind of hot.

Oh my god. Ew. Stop!

I sighed and turned. "No, I was just saying." I said. Well, he saw through that one. But I was right, he was smirking, But my god, he was beautiful.

He approched me and looked into my eyes. He pushed my hair out of my face and stroked my face. "I really hate you." He said. I looked in his beautiful green eyes. "I hate you, too."

"Yet, I can tell I make you weak." He said grabbing my waist.

Oh my god, yes, yes you do.

I didn't say anything as his thumb brushed across my bottom lip.

Ugh. Just kiss me already, you jerk!

He leaned in closer to me and smiled. I felt his warm breath hit my lips as his mouth hit mine.

My arms found there way around Harry's neck as his found their way around me.

Harry moaned in my mouth as I ran my fingers through his curls and pulled at them a bit.

His tongue then slid across my bottom lip asking for an entrance, I parted my lips and let him. Harry then grabbed me and picked me up and held me against the wall as he lifted my shirt and kissed my stomach.

I tilted my head back and pulled at his curls some more.

Oh my god, Was this wrong? I mean, he is my soon to be step brother, but it's not like we have the same blood or anything. We weren't anything right now.

Harry pulled back and put me down. "How was that the best kiss I've ever had?" He asked himself.

I smiled a bit, but I hid it.

"Wow, I didn't throw up." I said and I started walking away, but Harry threw his hands up against the wall and trapped me in. "Don't even act like that wasn't the best kiss of your life."

Yes, it was. But I wasn't going to tell him that. I shrugged. "I've had better." I smiled.

He bit his lip.

"Don't do that."

"Why not?" He asked.

"I kinda like it."

"Good to know, I'll keep that in mind, love." He smiled and winked as he made his way up the stairs.

Oh dear god.

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