C5 Chelsea

Arriving at the party, I realize Kevin and I are fifteen minutes late for our parent's celebration party.

I can't express how much this boy irritates me. "We're late because of you," I complain as Kevin climbs out of the car.

Kevin snickers as he shakes his head. "Stay there until I open your door."

"Awe, he has manners after all," I taunt sarcastically.

Kevin offers his hand, I gratefully accept it. Without effort, he pulls me to my feet and gives me a once over.

I'm wearing a red spaghetti strap dress, with a split on the right side that travels down to my ankle. My silver six-inch stilettos make it impossible to walk. So, tonight I'm thankful for Kevin pretending to be a gentleman.

"You look beautiful tonight." Indeed, things have just become awkward. I must admit that I'm overwhelmed by Kevin's compliment since my stepbrother has done nothing except pluck my nerves from the day we moved in together. Though, I refuse to admit it to him.

Right away, I hold my palm out, "Stop, Kevin. Being nice doesn't suit you well. In all the years I've known you, not once have you complimented me, so please don't start now."

Spontaneously, Kevin leans forward, kisses my cheek taking me by surprise. After the shock wears off, I back away from him, wipe at my cheek, freeing my face of all his germs. "Great, now my cheek has a sexually transmitted disease," I mumble.

Kevin smirks while staring intensely into my eyes with his sea greens, "I can be nice when I want to." He admits.

I take hold of his arm roughly. "Since when?" I challenge.

He replies as we saunter toward the door, "Since I've decided to stop pretending I hate you." Kevin admits as he helps me walk up the steps and through the door, "I'm done irritating you, Chelsea. I liked it better when we were friends before our parents started to date." Again, Kevin takes me by surprise.

Kevin enters the party with me close at his side, "I think I might like you irritating me more." I inform Kevin with a smile as I glance around, searching for Jason.

Hopefully, the prick I've grown to know finds his way back. If Kevin continues to be sweet, I think I would regret my decision of ditching him tonight when it's time for our dance.

Kevin lowers his face, putting his lips close to my ear. "Are you looking for your boyfriend?"

"Yes," I mutter as shivers trickle through my body.

I don't understand what has gotten into me, considering I have never felt these feelings with Kevin before.

Kevin is awfully close and acting overly friendly. Moreover, I'm not too fond of the vibes he's sending my way.

Most importantly, my body shouldn't feel any sensations with Kevin because it's supposed to hate him.

Unquestionably, Kevin has to be the annoying stepbrother I've come to know because I couldn't handle being around him if he wasn't.

"When did you and Jason become a couple?" Kevin questions as he steps away from me.

"Today, when he kissed me, nosey." I recognize the change within Kevin immediately.

His voice is no longer gentle, "I'll find you when it's our time to dance." He storms away from me, leaving me standing there by the entrance.

Suddenly, I have an urge to laugh. Kevin seriously thinks I'm going to dance with him. Moreover, I don't regret my decision not to dance with him, especially after all the shit Kevin has done to me.

He has chased me out of my bedroom on multiple occasions due to him bringing stray cats home. On top of that, he seems to enjoy rubbing it in my face.

Also, I've had to clean up after him since he doesn't have the courtesy to do so himself. Therefore, I don't care about his feelings.

In all honestly, Kevin has no right to become angry because Jason and I are dating.

Presently, I locate Jason sitting at the table, piercing me with his ocean blues. Sadly, he doesn't seem happy either.

Deliberately, I slowly walk toward him and settle myself onto his lap. "You and Kevin looked cozy."

I massage the back of his neck, "Stop being jealous."

I've decided right then and there not to mention to Jason about Kevin kissing my cheek while we were outside. Following Jason's attitude earlier when I played that joke on him, along with his jealousy at the moment, has me feeling too nervous to mention anything to him.

Jason wraps his arms around me and pecks my lips tenderly. "Did you tell him you're mine, and I don't fancy sharing?"

I smile against his mouth, "I did." I stroke Jason's cheek, "He got angry and stormed away from me." I brush my nose lightly against Jason's and kiss his lips deeper.

Instantaneously, Jason pulls me closer, holding me tightly against his chest. I never realized Jason was such a good kisser, or I'd probably had fallen a lot sooner than I did.

Jason pulls back, whispering against my lips. "I knew he liked you."

I rub my hands through his hair, "Well, it's irrelevant because I don't like him." I slide my hand down his cheek, "The day he became my stepbrother is the day he made me dislike him. So, you have nothing to worry about." I mutter against his mouth. "Besides, I like you." I kiss his lips again, wanting to taste more of him instead of discussing my stepbrother any further.

A guest from my mother's party rushes over to the table Jason and I are sitting at. "Go find Kevin. If you two weren't too busy lip-locking, you'd notice your mother and stepfather's dance is almost over."

I stare at my mother and Virgil twirling around on the dance floor. I notice Virgil and my mother appears as intrigued by each other as I am with Jason. "They actually look perfect together, don't they?"

"Not as good as you and me," Jason winks.

As soon as 'The Time Of My Life,' by Bill Medley plays, Jason takes that as his cue to lead me to the dance floor. Hastily, I peek around, checking for Kevin, but he's nowhere in sight.

Once Jason and I have reached the dance floor, Jason glances at me from head to toe, finally taking in the view of me in my dress. His eyes become dark as his clutch on me tightens.

Jason places my back against his front, lowers his lips to my ear. "I'm going to show you the time of your life," He spins me once. Slowly he lures me back to him until my front is pressed closely against his. He kisses my lips softly while holding me tightly.

The moment feels very intense, more so his hold on me hasn't lessened.

"Are you ready to put on a show?" He quizzes.

I grin and nod, ready and willing to give everyone a show.

Right away, Jason dips me backward and gently brings me upward.

He spins me repeatedly before placing me against his front. I lift my arm, settling it around his neck. Oh so, slowly, Jason slides his hand from my arm down to my waist while piercing me with his ocean blue eyes.

At this moment, I forget Kevin.

Everything and everybody is long forgotten.

The only person I see is Jason.

The only person I feel is Jason.

Jason and I whirl around the dance floor while continuously moving our hips together in rhythm to the beat of the music.

Things heat up when I grind my pelvis against his in continuous movements.

Promptly, Jason's strong hands clutch my ass firmly, yanking me closer.

As soon as I feel his boner poke me, I incline my head back, laughing loudly. However, Jason remains serious as he holds me tightly against him.

Unexpectedly, he grinds his penis against my ass. Now, it's my turn to torment him. I wiggle my ass, deliberately making my ass cheeks bounce against his hard, rigid cock.

Jason spins me again, only this time, instead of pulling me into him, I'm caught by Kevin's arms.

I'm unsure of where Kevin came from, but all the fun I had just came to an end. I'm uncertain of what I should do. Moreover, I don't wish to cause a scene and ruin my mom's night.

"You ditched me," Kevin states, not paying any attention to Jason.

"That was my plan all along," I scoff, deciding to be honest.

Tentatively, I turn toward Jason, realizing he's furious. Moreover, I can't blame him since his arms have been replaced by my stepbrothers. "I'll meet you at the table, Jason." He nods, storms away unhappily.

"I'm trying to be nice to you, Chelsea, but you're making it almost impossible," Kevin growls.

"I told you I don't want you to be kind to me. As I mentioned before, Kevin, we have one month left of living under the same roof together, so it's pointless to be kind to me now." I force myself to place my arms around his neck.

God, I hope I can make it through the song without gagging.

Promptly, Kevin places his hands on the side of my hips. Together our bodies move to the beat. "You're making me want something I've never wanted before," Kevin says as he skims his hands over my waist, repeating the same movements.

"Oh yeah, brother. And what's that?" I question jokingly as I hold my arms in the air, moving my hips, intentionally brushing them slightly against his.

"A girlfriend." He thrusts his hips forward, "And, I want it to be you."

My eyes widen, "That will never happen, Kevin. Maybe you should go find one of those bitches you had tied to your bedpost, player."

Kevin slides his leg between mine as I roll my hips, not missing a beat.

"They were only a distraction, Chelsea. I was using them to fuck you out of my head, which, by the way, it didn't work. And, now I've lost you to that clown."

"Have you been drinking, Kevin?" I ask.

"No," He states firmly.

"Then where the hell are these feelings coming from? Over the years, you haven't shown me any kind of interest. Now that our parents are married, you suddenly want me?" Unbelievable. "Or is it because Jason and I have made it official?"

Kevin and I were close at one point in time, but all that has changed this past year. I'm unsure of where things went wrong. This year, it seemed like Kevin hated me one minute and loved me the next.

"I've never hated you, Chelsea. Trust me. I'll admit I tried my damndest to hate you because of how much I wanted you. Unfortunately, it didn't work."

I twirl my hips, moving closer, rising on my tiptoes, placing my lips by his ear. "You and I would never happen. For one, I have a boyfriend. For two, we're step-siblings. Mom and I barely get along now. If you and I had hooked up before Jason and I did, she would have hated me. My mother made it perfectly clear that she loved your father, and she wouldn't allow me to ruin what she had with him."

"My father wouldn't care." I try to pull away from him. Sadly he doesn't allow me to. "As for Jason, you could always go back to being friends." He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. "Think about it, Chelsea, that's all I'm asking."

"I'm sorry, Kevin, but there isn't anything to think about." He strokes the side of my face with his thumb, leans forward, and places a kiss on my lips.

My mouth drops open.

I stare at him dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Jason comes from nowhere, connects his fist to Kevin's jaw.

Kevin's spins away from me and punches Jason.

Virgil rushes over and yanks the boys apart. "This isn't the time or the place."

"He kissed me," I snitch, signaling toward Kevin.

Our parents laugh. I mean, full-blown laughter. "They were love taps the entire time," Mom suggests.

Are you kidding me? Is she seriously making jokes about Kevin kissing me?

Obviously, that is the reason why Kevin is the way he is. "He disrespects me, and you two think it's funny?" I point toward the both of them, "He's aware that I have a boyfriend, and he kissed me anyway."

"Oh, Honey, he liked you before his father, and I got married. His feelings for you were a ticking bomb waiting to explode. You were just too blind to realize it." I stand here, feeling shocked and betrayed.

Every time something takes place between Kevin and me, my mother always chooses Kevin's side. In her eyes, he can do no wrong.

I stare at her in disbelief, "Who are you? And, what have you done with my mother?" My lips tremble, "You know what, don't even answer it." I walk toward Jason, who seems angry.

Jasons fists are clenched at his sides. His body is shaking with rage. Apart from this, Jason has always been protective over me, and recently I learned he's also jealous. But never to the point where he would punch a guy for coming too close.

Most importantly, I hope this hasn't caused any problems between Jason and me, mainly because it wasn't my fault.

Perhaps we shouldn't have taken our friendship further. Things were so much better between him and me before we became a couple.

In reality, we have only been dating for a day, and trouble is brewing.

As I walk past Jason, I hear Kevin calling my name. I twist around, "Haven't you caused enough damage?" I stare at Kevin noticing the hurt in his eyes. However, that's a feeling I have never seen crossing his features.

Despite the hurt in his eyes, I can't worry about Kevin at this moment. Unfortunately, I have my own problems to worry about.