Can Stepbrothers Fall in Love?
A Brief Introduction to the Author's Writing style
I write stories that contain controversial issues, and leave the reader to draw conclusions.
Two separate families will be joined under one roof, no likeness in dignity, and sure to quarrel. At least, that was what Dave expected a few minutes before his stepfather walked it with his son in tow. Dave sat at the couch cross- legged, not talking to his mother for springing the whole remarriage thing on him all of a sudden. She was a pious woman dressed in a velvet gown, and wearing a cross around her neck. Her hair was kept in a neat bun, the strands neatly in place. They had the same olive skin, and dark green eyes.
The door bell rang.
His mother rose and welcomed the two strangers. The father was a tall black man with square shoulders, and unfriendly gaze. His son was far more attractive, having a lighter complexion, and curly blonde hair. His face was that of a model, chiseled, handsome. Dave met Johnny’s eyes. In his step brother, Dave noticed the same reluctance to accept the new family members. Johnny was tight-lipped, his arms crossed over his chest.
Upon being greeted by Dave’s mother, Johnny muttered something in response.
Dave sat next to Johnny at the dinner table. “Can you pass the mashed potatoes?”
Johnny sighed and handed Dave the bowl, Dave made sure to accidentally rub his hand against Johnny’s before taking the bowl and saying, “Thanks.”
“Will you show Johnny around while your mother and I go for an evening walk?” Mr. Johnson asked Dave.
Dave’s heart slammed against his chest. They’d get to be alone so soon? Dave wasn’t ready, he wouldn’t be able to calm down and would get flustered like usual. He noticed Johnny watching him with a bemused smirk. Dave swallowed, and answered, “Yes.”
As soon as those words left his lips, Dave regretted it. His mother was a religious, respectable woman, but Dave’s heart was stained with sin. The deep impulses buried in his mind might soon be unleashed, and Dave didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of his actions. He looked at his hands and spoke no more.
Dinner came to an end, and Johnny helped Dave clean up. As Dave washed the dishes, and Johnny swept the kitchen floor, Johnny asked, “Do you hate me that much?”
Dave’s hands stopped scrubbing. He looked up. “Sorry?”
“You’ve been glaring at me since I arrived. I understand that you might be against our parent’s marriage, but it’s their decision. We can’t tell them who to love.”
Dave shook his head. “No, no, it has nothing to do with them.”
“Then is it me? Do you want me to disappear?” Pain contorted Johnny’s face, and Dave guessed the other teen had been bullied.
Dave chose his word carefully, not wanting to press any more buttons, “I find you intimidating, that’s all.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“You’re right, and maybe I’ll change my answer once I get to know you.”
Johnny’s intense gaze makes the hair on Dave’s neck stand erect. Dave focuses on the dishes. He chides himself. That is his new step sibling and a man. He can’t fall in love with a man, much less his step brother. Damn it.
© 2017 Aristotle Wilson