When I was eleven I thought I had the worlds happiest parents.
Until one night my father came home, slurring his words, and stumbling when he walked. That is what my mom, Elise, called drunk. At that age I wasn't fully aware of what it meant to be drunk, I just knew in order to achieve drunkenness, you had to consume some sort of alcohol.
Anyways it started happening a lot. One night he hit her. That was the last time I saw him.
But my life isn't even remotely about that. The reason I'm telling you about the deadbeat is because if that wouldn't of happened, my mother wouldn't of met Jonathan, and I wouldn't have met Ricky.
Six months ago she met a new man named Jonathan. Her and Jonathan are now getting married.
And I am not looking forward to that at all. It's not that I mind Jonathan, It's that I mind what comes along with him, his son Ricky.
Ricky was- well Ricky is hot. Really hot. But he's a big time player. He's had lots of sex, with lots of different girls and that doesn't bother me, it's his attitude that bothers me. He's so cocky, He can be somewhat manageable at times, but others, not so much.
But since his dad and my mom are getting married, we all are moving into his dads house, and living together.
That's not even the worst part of my story, this is,
Hi I'm Kasey and I'm falling for my stepbrother.
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My Stepbrother
Teen Fiction"Kiss me." Ricky said sternly. "What?" I asked in disbelief. I just sat here and told him I do not know how to kiss someone. "Well if you want to learn, I need to see what I'm working with first. I need to know what It's like to be kissed by you ba...
