C8 Kevin

Chelsea storms into our house with fresh salty tears slipping from her astonishing blue eyes. The sight of her crying breaks my heart. Truthfully, I've never meant to upset her.

In all honesty, I can't control my feelings for her any longer. Lately, it seems like I can't do anything right when it comes to her. I stopped being the jerk she has grown accustomed to, yet she still brushes me away.

I stand here, watching her as she flops onto the couch, reclines her head backward. I assume I'm probably the reason for those tears. Perhaps I'm pushing forward too hard, and since she's not like the ordinary females, I'll have to be more considerate of her feelings.

I understand how much she hates me. I also know she has a boyfriend, unfortunately for him, he isn't around to comfort her now, but I am.

Regardless of our situation, I can't leave her sitting there crying by herself. Surely, I'm aware that she was annoyed with me when she had taken off, but I doubt that would bring her to tears.

Hopefully, she and Jason had broken up. If they did, I'd have a chance to find a place in her heart.

Casually, I stride toward the couch, observing her. She has her eyes closed, silently crying, trying to hold her emotions inside. I believe those silent tears are dangerous tears.

I realize she is hurting, and she's struggling to keep her pain inside but is failing.

Something happened when she left, and I know now for a fact it had nothing to do with me. Promptly, I squat down beside her, gently drawing her onto my lap.

Once I've settled her tightly in my arms, her cries rack her body. "What's wrong, Chelsea? Was it Jason?" If he hurt her, I'll fucking murder him.

"No." She blabbers.

I remove her hair from her face. "Talk to me, Chelsea." I'll admit, I'm fucking worried since I've never seen her seem so broken before.

"I can't." She sobs as she buries her head into my chest

I'm almost positive she doesn't trust me because of how things have been between her and me. But I'd never betray Chelsea in that kind of way. I would always be here for her regardless of the situation. "You can trust me, Chelsea." I angle my head, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "If you need a brother, I'm here. If you need a friend, I'm here." I reassure her.

Most importantly, I want her to understand that even though we grew apart this past year, I'm still the same Kevin she was raised with.

When Chelsea and I were younger, we did everything together. Of course, Jason always tagged along, but it never stopped Chelsea and me from growing close. As we grew older, hormones got involved we kind of went our separate ways. I had to for the simple fact I overheard our parents talking about getting married, and Chelsea would become my stepsister.

More importantly, I hate sharing. When Jason was around, I had to share her attention. So, I would leave them be and allow them to have their time together. I couldn't stomach Chelsea spending time with him. I craved her attention and wanted it solely on me. When Jason was around, she would give it all to him. Obviously, I wanted Chelsea for myself. And, I still fucking do.

In the process of leaving Jason and Chelsea alone, I've provided them with the space they needed to grow closer, become one, and I've regretted every fucking second.

Chelsea attempts to climb off my lap. Immediately, I stop her, "I can't trust you, Kevin."

I drag her closer. "Yes, you can. I promise I wouldn't tell anybody."

She exhales deeply, "When I left here earlier, I went to my father's house. I met him, my little sister, and his wife." My body stiffens. I can't believe I've made her so unhappy to the point she'd seek her father out to get away from me.

"I'm sorry." She glances at me, confused.

"Why are you sorry?" She asks.

I rest my head against hers, "Am I the reason you went?"

She mumbles against my neck, "No. I was curious." She admits.

I recognize her tears are dried, but I refuse to release her. She fits perfectly in my arms, so I'd like to keep her there for as long as possible, "Then why are you upset?"

"I felt jealous over a fucking five-year-old, little girl Kevin. I wished for everything she had and has. Then when I saw his wife. I felt so much fucking hatred for her. Also, I found out my mother has lied." Her tears rack through her body, coming full force.

"What did she lie about?" I caress her arm, speaking faintly.

"She claimed my father didn't want anything to do with me because he had a new family. She led me to believe he wanted nothing to do with me since he had a new family. And it was all a lie. She had me thinking the entire time he never did anything for me, and it was all a lie."

That right there is the reason I would never marry. Once people marry, they divorce. Their children get trapped in the middle of their problems. Further, I'm never having children because I'll never give a bitch power to hurt me. "I think she did it so she wouldn't lose you. Your mother loves you, Chelsea, don't hate her for it."

"My little sister looks just like me." Chelsea sits up on my lap and braces her hands on my chest. "She is so beautiful, Kevin. She has the same spiral curls as me." Her excitement leaves, "She invited me to her birthday party and told me she always wanted a sister."

"Are you going?" I question.

She shrugs, "I don't know."

"I'll go with you if you want me to." She nods but mentions nothing else.

She climbs off my lap, and this time I allow her to. "I was planning on going to the bar tonight. Do you wanna come?" I offer.

She glances down at the floor, "Jason is supposed to come over tonight."

"So," I say simply. "You look like you could use a night out. Besides, If you want him to come, shoot him a text." I offer, hoping she doesn't invite him.

It's been a while since it's been she and I had quality time together. And, I'd like to spend time with her without arguing or feeling like the third wheel.

"Okay," She agrees softly. "Will you wait for me to change my clothes?"

I tilt my head toward the steps, "Hurry." I instruct her, feeling eager to have her to myself.

***

A couple of hours later, and four glasses of Vodka, Chelsea stands in front of me, rubbing her ass on my pelvis.

I've missed fucking partying with her. Chelsea lights up a fucking room just by walking in.

She rotates her body, shouting over the music, "Jason's jealous over you."

I laugh as I drag her closer, "So, he'll have to understand I been around as long as he has."

She spins in my arms as I stare down at her, "He thinks I'm in love with you."

I smile, "Are you, Sister?"

She smacks my shoulder, "And the jerk is back."

I smirk, "Well, do you?"

"What?" She questions as she holds her hands above her head, moving her body to the beat.

She doesn't need to answer my question. I can see it in her eyes. She bears feelings for me whether she chooses to admit it or not.

Chelsea might act tough and pretend to hate me, but this girl doesn't have it inside her to hate somebody.

I place my hands on her ass, whispering into her ear, "Jason and Jessica just strolled in."

Her body freezes, "Keep dancing." I demand.

I realized Jessica was a jealous bitch, but I didn't think she would snitch to Jason and bring him to the bar to stop Chelsea and me from enjoying ourselves.

Jessica spots Chelsea and me, whispers something to Jason before they walk our way. Swiftly, I spin Chelsea around, placing her ass against my cock. That mother fucker taunted me before he left our house. Now, he has the pleasure of seeing my hands on her and her ass pressed against my pelvis.

I stood there watching while waiting for that Bastard to leave while he continued to kiss her, declaring his undying love for her while peeping over her shoulder at me. Now, it's my turn to show him how it feels to watch the one you love pressed up against another mother fucker.

When Jason leers Chelsea away, Jessica takes her spot, "Why did you tell him?" I question as I wrap my hand around her hair.

The bitch moans, "Because he needed to know where his girl was."

I watch Jason sit inside the booth, aggressively tug Chelsea onto his lap. And, the sight makes me fucking sick.

She was just in my arms, and now she's in his. And, it's all because of this bitch right here.

I stroll back toward the bar, leaving Jessica to dance by herself. "Vodka and orange juice," I order.

As soon as the bartender places my drink down, I drain it.

I can't stop my wondering eyes from moving toward Chelsea. At the moment, she has her head flung back, and her mouth is open.

It's obvious that mother fucker is getting her off for everybody to see.

Although he is claiming her, I can't take my fucking eyes off Chelsea.

Fuck, the site of her is fucking hypnotizing.

Her blonde and black hair falls over his shoulder. Her eyes are squinted tightly shut. It seems she's attempting to fight the orgasm but is failing miserably.

"I could take care of that for you instead of watching them." Jessica offers, gesturing toward my cock.

I haven't fucked her since the last time. Seemingly, I was trying my best to be the man Chelsea deserved. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked out as I planned.

Now, I stand here and watch her body convulse as pleasure rakes her body at the hands of another man.

Chelsea opens her eyes, only for them to find mine immediately. I recognize she is angry, followed by what seems to be regret washing over her face.

While Chelsea is gawking at me, I grab Jessica's hand, striding to the nearest closet. Admittedly, it is a dick move, but after seeing what I just did, I need to cut her the way she had sliced me.

Forthwith, Jessica drops to her knees, without hesitation, unbuckles my pants. Once she frees my cock, she rolls a grape-flavored condom over my dick.

Jessica licks and twirls her tongue around the head while she jerks me.

"Suck it," I tell Jessica, hoping she can make my cock rise to its maximum height.

I can't get Chelsea out of my head, and it gradually kills what little boner I had.

I close my eyes, trying to focus. But I'm struggling.

All I see is Chelsea.

Her crying in my arms.

Her confiding within me.

Her deep blue eyes staring into mine when I asked her if she loved me.

Her ass shaking against my dick and the way her body felt pressed against mine.

Her claiming she can't trust me.

Her tears.

Her fucking tears.

Boom, my cock goes fucking soft.

"What the fuck, Kevin?" Jessica streaks as she continues stroking my limp dick. Christ, she's a desperate bitch.

"You're not her." I yank my hips backward, roll the condom off, and zip my pants.

I'm in love with a girl who's in love with another man.

I've got it fucking bad for a woman who is taken, and I don't have a clue how to contain these feelings.

I stalk out the fucking closet and leave Jessica on her fucking knees, like the stupid fucking snitching slut she is.

The bitch should have kept her mouth shut. If I weren't a man, I would throat punch the fuck out of her for ruining my fucking night with the girl I love.