Seduced by My Step Brothers

BOYXBOY - Charlie's mum died a few years ago, the triplets father ran when he found out just how many kids his girlfriend was going to have. Now their parents got married, without telling them. Four gay teen boys under one roof, as Charlie says "I could write a book about that."


8. Reality

After that, we just let it be. We didn't discuss what happened into further detail, nor whether or not it would happen again. One part of me wished for it to never happen again; to avoid the awkward and complicated mess that was sure to come. Another part wanted it to happen again, and the final part wanted to continue only with Tony. After he had me say that I was his and he was mine, it opened feelings for him that I didn't know I had.

After a long while of thinking, I decided that I had to talk to Tony about the other night; what our relationship was now. I got up off my bed and walked over to his room, opening the door without knocking. The sight that was unfolded before me made my chest tighten in pain. Mike and Tony were laying on his bed, making out and grinding their practically naked bodies against one another. "C-can I talk to you, Tony?" I asked, trying my best to keep the pain from my voice and the tears from my eyes.

"Can't it wait?" He asked, giving me a look that just read 'go away'.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." I said, trying my best not to sprint from the room. I didn't want to lead on that anything was wrong, that I actually took what he said to heart. I don't understand why I believed him, who knows how long they have been doing this; how long he had been used not worrying about staying true to just one person. He isn't a monogamous kind of guy, and I was a fool to believe that he was.

Thankfully, my keys and phone were already in my pocket so I didn't have to stop by room. I walked down the stairs, only to be stopped by Jake. "Hey Charlie." He said and I returned the greeting with a slight nod. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said and walked past him and out of the door.

Before driving over to Emily's, I stopped at a convenient store, whose name I didn't bother to look at, and bought the 'essential' boy trouble tools; as according to Emily. Four pints of ice cream, four different kinds of chips, family sized of course, random candy bars, and plenty of soda.

In an attempt to not make multiple trips, or break the thin plastic bags, I shoved them into a spare duffle bag that I had in my trunk and walked up to Em's door.

I twisted the nob and opened the door, I had called her on my way and had her unlock the door. I headed to the kitchen and asked one of the workers for some spoons then headed up to her room. "Finally!" She shouted when I opened the door. "Talk, talk, talk!" She screamed, she has always been one for gossip.

"You are going to break my eardrums one day." I said, setting the bag down on her bed.

"Oh, Charlie." She said, her voice holding sympathy, giving me a bone crushing hug. "I didn't know it was something like this." She said. At first I was confused, I didn't tell her that is was sad news, but when I looked over to the bed I understood. The bag laid unzipped, some of the food spilling out. "Ice cream first?" She asked, and I nodded my head in response.

We sat there for hours, not talking, eating the junk food I brought and dancing horribly to some crazy upbeat music. By the end of the seventh song or so we had crazy, tangled hair from whipping our heads around like maniacs. "Em, I am not in shape, I need a minute." I yelled over the music with a laugh as I laid down on her bed and tried to catch my breath.

"Weak~" She sung and continued to bounce around like an idiot to the loud beat of the music. Emily pretty much lives alone since her parents are always on business trips, so the music wasn't bothering anyone but maybe her workers, who wouldn't say anything even if it was. Emily was pretty much nocturnal during summer, sleeping all day and partying all night. She knew the right people and had the right amount of money to get a fake I.D. and used it to go clubbing. The times that she was awake and not out somewhere, she was holed up in her room on her computer. Granted, she was usually skyping me as she did whatever it was that she did on the computer.

"Am not! Just poorly out of shape." I yelled back and she responded with one of her loud laughs.

"Come on." She said, grabbing my wrists and pulling me up off the bed.

"I told you I needed a minute." I whined.

"You had your minute, now dance bitch, dance." She said, a huge smile on her face.

"Not even, that was like two seconds." I whined.

"Dance Charlie, dance. Shake what yo momma gave ya." She said.

"Do you realize how stupid you sound?" I asked with a laugh.

"Maybe~" She sang, strutting away from me a little only to start bouncing around like a bumbling fool once more.

I was about to go back to dancing around with Em when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and was surprised to see Jake's name flash across the screen. Em looked at me, and I could just see the question burning in her eyes. "Jake." I told her, making sure that it was loud enough for her to hear.

"Speaker." She said, turning off the music. I nodded my head and answered the call, putting it on speaker.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hey, what was it that you wanted to talk about?" He asked, his voice not having a care in the world; not knowing that what he did affected me so much.

"Nothing, it's not important." I said.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Well where are you? Our parents still haven't gotten home so the four of us have the house to ourselves." He said, his voice holding the suggestion. "What about an encore?" He asked.

"I'll pass." I said and hung up before he could persuade me otherwise.

"Anyway~" Em said, turning back on the music. "Dance my little gay boy." She said, holding our hands above our heads and swaying her hips, which I soon did too. I just didn't even want to think about it.


After a few more hours of wild dancing we got bored and sat back down on her bed. "Thanks." I said.

"Babe, you do the same for me every time I go through a break up, so about once a week." She said. "God, I'm a whore aren't I?" She asked with a laugh.

"No you aren't." I replied. "It's not like you slept with all of them." I said, and trust me; I would know. Every time she sleeps with someone she calls to tell me, no matter what time of the day or night it is. I am always the first to know.

"Eh." She responded with a  shrug of her shoulders.

"Besides, you did date that one guy for like two months." I pointed out.

"Gary, I remember. That took like two weeks of doing this," She said, motioning around to her now messy bedroom. ", to get me to go back to school." She said with a laugh.

"Oh, I remember." I said. "I was here with you everyday, I didn't go back to school until you did."

"So, clubbing?" She asked. "I still have that fake I.D. for you that you didn't get to use, since you ditched me and all." She said, pulling it out of the drawer of her bedside table.

"Sure." I said.

"Really?" She asked, not bothering to hide her surprise and disbelief.

"Why not?" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Alright, we leave in two hours, shower and dress my friend." She said, getting off the bed.

"Your lucky I keep clothes in my car." I said, grabbing my keys and heading down stairs.


We were sitting at the bar, I was still trying to decide what to order. I knew nothing about alcohol so I was at a total lost here. "From the guy down there." The bartender said, setting a glass down in front of me. I followed his finger and was most surprised to see a good looking, well built guy in a suit.

"I think I'm gonna go say thanks." I told Em, grabbing my drink and heading over to him. "Hey." I said.

"Hi." He replied, an egotistical smirk on his face. "So, what has an obviousally gay cutie sitting with a girl at the bar?" He asked.

"I suppose you could say bad breakup, but we weren't really dating to begin with." I said with a simple shrug of my shoulders and took a sip from my drink.

"Look, I know you aren't twenty-one, so how old are you?" He asked.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna rat you out." He said with an amused smile.

"Eighteen." I said.

"Good, just wanted to make sure you were legal." He said. "Want to let me help you forget about whoever it is that hurt you?" He asked, and I only nodded my head in response.

We started walking out of the club, but I stopped. "Hold on, I just have to let my friend know." I said and he nodded.

"I'll be outside." He said.

"Hey Em." I said once I reached her. "I'm gonna go get laid." I said with a playful smirk.

"Go get it babe." She said, pushing me away after giving me a slap on the ass.

"See ya." I said, giving her a small peck on her check and walked outside the club. I found Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome almost immediately. Well, he wasn't dark, but slightly tanned.

"Ready?" He asked, holding his elbow out to me.

"Ready." I said, slipping my arm through his and we walking to his car. We got in what I knew was an expensive car and drove off. As we pulled to a stop at a red light, I saw an all to familiar car. Jeff was in the car right next to me. Luckily enough, he hadn't noticed me, so I shifted in my seat and turned my gaze to the handsome man driving the car that I was in, the back of my head being the only thing visible for Jeff if he decided to look this way.

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