To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

The sky was still a bit dark, and so I decided to get some more sleep on getting to my bedroom. All attempts to try falling asleep proved futile but I tried to force it over and over again because I couldn’t stop thinking about Mason and our kiss, which I’d rather not think about for now.

Snuggling under my blanket, I closed my eyes tightly, willing the day to fully break as soon as possible.

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The rays of the sun that made its way into my room made me flicker my eyes open.

I’d indeed slept, I noted as I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I tried to search for my phone frantically once the sleep had cleared from my eyes. I needed to tell Nicole about what’s going on.

I need to tell her about everything. Mason and I have kissed twice now and I have absolutely no idea what to make of my feelings for him.

Nicole picked on the fourth ring and just when I was about to start spilling what had gone down between Mason and I, she spoke.

“Have you gotten over the ridiculous feeling you have for your step brother?” She asked and my words got caught in my throat.

I couldn’t possibly tell her about kissing Mason now, especially when she thinks the feeling I have for him is ridiculous.

Although she’s not wrong, what kind of a person falls in love with their step brother?

“Uhh, Yeah, yeah,” I stammered as I clicked my teeth and tried to come up with a believable excuse, “you know, it’s really ridiculous but I’ve thought myself to get over it.” I lied and Nicole sighed.

“Really? What did you do?” She asked and I bit my tongue before deciding on what I was going to say next.

“Yes, Really. He’s family, what kind of a sister would make of me should I have such feelings for my brother?” I asked as I laughed nervously, “It was just a stupid feeling and when I was able to remember that he’s family, I was able to get over my confusion.” I finished.

“Good, that’s the right thing to do because I can’t imagine you and your brother doing all those….. gosh.” Nicole laughed and I joined in.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

We spoke for a while and she told me about the carnival she went to with Ryan and his cousins, her voice getting high with each word.

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun.” I commented and she told me she did as she went on about the fun she had.

After we were done talking, I hung up and finally mustered up the courage to leave my room.

I couldn’t help the guilt that filled me, I’d just kissed my step father’s son and now I’m starting to feel a kind of attachment to Mason which is stupid because I shouldn’t.

I got downstairs and the kitchen was empty. I’d thought Mason would have prepared breakfast but there was no sign of him or even breakfast.

What was I expecting? That he’ll make me a feast after what I did and said to him last night?

He must be ignoring me.

Shrugging the thought off, I made my food and ate silently as I watched a series on TV that I was engrossed in.

It was already afternoon and there was still no sign of Mason. Was he that mad at me that he wouldn’t even leave his room because I might be outside?

Trying to be the bigger person, I went upstairs and knocked on his door but there was no reply. Instinctively, I opened the door and my face got filled with horror at the sight I saw.

Mason was on the floor, rolling and groaning in pain. Stupid me, I thought he was ignoring me when really he was just in pain.

Quickly, my feet padded towards him and I kneeled beside him to pick him up, he was burning up really bad and was also shivering. He definitely has a fever now and it must’ve been as a result of him staying out in the rain the day before yesterday.

I tried to pull him up and placed him on the bed. He was so heavy that I was starting to think why he was on the floor in the first place.

I went to the kitchen to make soup for him and I fed it to him, including a few drugs. I also tried to pull off his hoodie so he could wear something lighter.

His chest was really huge and his muscles were toned, he’s perfect in every fucking way. I wanted to trail my fingers over the ridges of his bare chest but I held myself back.

It took a whole lot of power and self control for me to look away from his chest and force another cloth on him, with him being little to no help.

I stayed in the room with him and an hour later, Mason was getting better. His fever had gone down and he wasn’t burning up like the other time anymore.

“Thank you.” He said with a smile which I returned warmly.

He looks really good.

“It’s fine,” I said, brushing his hair off his forehead, “I actually thought you didn’t come downstairs because you were mad at me.” I added shyly and he smiled softly.

“I can’t possibly stay mad at you for long.” He replied and I felt the butterflies basking in my stomach.

I stood to leave his room and Mason also stood to follow me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking him up and down since I felt like he still needed to rest.

“I’m going to help you do the dishes.” He answered.

“No, you should rest.” I protested.

“Well fine, I will just sit and watch you do the dishes then.” He spoke and I laughed.

Finally giving in, Mason and I walked to the kitchen and he sat while I did the dishes. He kept my company and I enjoyed it as we talked about musicians and cars.

Trying to put a plate on the top shelf, I jumped but I still couldn’t reach it. I felt a hand on mine from behind me and I smiled to myself when Mason took the plate from me and placed it on the top shelf.

Wanting to remove my hand from his, I moved slightly and slipped since the floor was wet but Mason caught me almost quickly.

I opened my eyes to see that Mason was also staring at me, we looked into each other’s eyes and it looked like we were searching through each other’s souls at the same time as Mason’s head inched towards mine.