I Fell In Love With My Stepbrother

Ever since Cassie walked in on her Dad having an affair with another woman, her life hasn't exactly been plain sailing...

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1. 1. My Life

My name's Cassie, I'm 17, and I'm here to tell you my story.

My parent are divorced. They split up, got un-married, whatever you want to call it, they all have the same meaning. And I know exactly why...

*Flashback*

"Dad?"

No answer;

"Dad? I'm home!"

Still no response.

Assuming he was in his study, I flung my bag over the edge of the banister, and walked into the kitchen. As I pulled open the fridge door, I heard a small bump from upstairs. Curious, I placed my drink down on the work surface, and headed towards the stairs, climbing them as quietly as possible. Once I got half way, the volume and speed of the bumps and increased, now making them more like bangs. The second I reached the top, not so subtle moans began to escape out of my parents bedroom door, and I knew something wasn't right.

1. That was not my Mums voice

2. My Mum was at work

Realisation struck, and I instantly began to feel nauseous. No matter how much I didn't want to, I had to go in there. I needed to show that dick just what he was doing.

With my hand now on the door handle, I pushed it open, ensuring that it slammed into the wall behind. The moaning ceased, and there was an almighty commotion in between the sheets.

My dad flew out if the bed, pulling the duvet around him in the process, meaning that silly little whore was laid there fully naked.

The though itself was enough to make milk curdle, let alone the sight. Unable to cope any longer, I stumbled out of the bedroom door and staggered across the landing, just making it to the bathroom, where I proceeded I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.

From outside the bathroom door, I heard the heated argument my Dad and that stupid whore were now having.

Suits you right, you stupid cow. That'll teach you to keep your legs shut.

*End of flashback*

But it obviously didn't. My Mum was quick to file a divorce against the man I used to call Dad, and not long after, he announced he proposed to the tart, which (of course) neither of us were invited to-not that I'd want to go. Who want to willing sit and watch the vile couple molest each other in front of an audience? Certainly not me.

This was 2 years ago, and surprisingly they're still married and have had 3 kids so far. To make matters worse, she's due to have twins any time now.

But that's enough of my putrid Dad and his whore of a wife.

Tomorrow, me and Mum are moving in with her and her fiancé, Alex. To be honest, I always thought I'd hate having a stepdad, but truth be told I'm quite excited. I've only ever met Alex twice, but he's still treated me more like his daughter than my real Dad ever did. The very first day I met him, he took me out for a meal, followed by a rather large shopping spree, which I am eternally grateful for.

He treats my Mum like a princess, and to see my Mum happy after what happened was like all my Christmas' had come together at once.

Today is the last day of school before the Christmas holidays, and I am more than ready for two weeks of lounging around and eating chocolate.

After snoozing my alarm 6 times, I decided that it was probably best if I got out of bed as I had to be at school early today, and I still needed to have a shower. Rolling out of bed, I smoothed my sheets down, and made my way downstairs to the bathroom. Luckily, it was vacant, so I was able to jump straight into the shower. Too lazy to wait for the water to warm up, I stripped off and jumped straight in. However, I instantly regretted my decision once the ice cold water ran down my spine, making me shudder. The water warmed up pretty quickly, allowing me to wash my body and hair. Rinsing the water out of my hair, I wrapped myself in a towel and slipped upstairs without my Mum seeing me. Once I was upstairs, I shook of my towel and patted myself dry. Rummaging through the box that contained my clothes, I pulled out a miss-matched pair of pants and bra, and put them on.

As I was pulling on my school shirt, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I noticed that my ribs were less prominent, but my hips and collar bones still stuck out like a sore thumb.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention one thing;

I'm a recovering anorexic.

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