My...Stepbrother? [boyxboy]

My...Stepbrother? {18}

                I was shocked for just a second before everything wiped from my mind. Everything except Trace, my strong feelings for him, and the warmth that had spread through my body.

                I closed my eyes and deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Trace pulled me into his lap and licked my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and let Trace’s tongue explore it.

                The bathroom door creaked open and Trace shoved me off of himself. I crashed to the floor and pouted at the ceiling as Trace’s bedroom door opened.

                “Kory? Why are you on the floor?” Zeke asked in confusion.

                “Because it’s comfortable. I fucking love hard wood floors,” I grumbled, rubbing the back of my head as Zeke helped me up.

                He sat on Trace’s bed and pulled me into his lap. Guilt suddenly exploded through me so powerfully that I felt sick to my stomach. I stood up and moved towards Trace’s bedroom door.

                “Kory? Are you okay? Where are you going?” Zeke asked, concern in his voice.

                “I have to pee! God! Can’t a guy piss around here without getting questioned?!” I cried and rushed out of Trace’s room and into the bathroom.

                I locked the door and slid down against it, shaking. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to calm down a little.

                “I cheated on Zeke. Holy fuck, I cheated on Zeke with his best friend. I cheated on my boyfriend with my stepbrother. I am a terrible person. I deserve to be forced to watch every episode of Jersey Shore there ever has been or ever will be. The most extreme torture in the world, and I deserve it,” I whispered to myself miserably.

                I got to my feet and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Why had I done that? Why had I kissed Trace back? Hell, why had Trace kissed me?!

                I groaned smacked my head against the wall, hating my life. Zeke was such a great guy. He didn’t deserve this. I really did like him. I loved having him as my boyfriend, and I did have strong feelings for him.

                But my feelings for Trace made my feelings for Zeke seem like nothing. I buried my face in my hands and started shaking again. I was so confused!

                Trace assures me that he’s straight, and then 30 seconds later we’re making out together on his bed while my boyfriend takes a piss in the bathroom right next to us.

                Act casual. I would act casual and give me and Zeke this night, and then tomorrow I would confess that I had kissed another boy. I didn’t have to say who. I just couldn’t lie to Zeke like this and date him when I had kissed another boy. It wasn’t fair to poor Zeke. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved someone much more loyal than me.

                I would just act like everything was fine, just for tonight. Just so that the three of us could maybe have some fun tonight. Then I would confess to Zeke and talk to Trace about what we had just done together.

                Feeling very slightly better, I left the bathroom and went back into Trace’s room. Zeke looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. Trace continued to stare down at his bed.

                “What was with the groaning and banging? Do you need some prune juice?” Zeke asked.

                I blushed furiously and shook my head. “No! No I wasn’t…I mean, yes. Yes, I’m constipated as all hell. I need prune juice, laxatives, and the best damn Peoples magazine edition ever printed,” I said and sat down on Zeke’s lap.