Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set(13)

Just outside the restaurant was a bus stop, and I hopped on the number 8 bus, which took me close to my apartment. Left Bank at K station is one of the best high rise apartments in the entire city, and I rented one of the three bedroom units through my trust fund. I figured that someday I would purchase my own place, but I didn't want to waste my money unnecessarily. In the meantime, I rented the large unit because I wanted Mom and John to have a place to stay, and it allowed me to have guests over from time to time without too many difficulties.

I was walking the few blocks from the bus stop to my apartment when my phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of the small messenger bag that I used as my everyday carrier. I was surprised when I saw that it was Julian calling me. In the weeks since our parents had gotten married, my new stepbrother had pretty much disappeared, going back to Los Angeles I thought. It was only due to habit that I even had his phone number programmed into my phone at all. "Hello, Julian?"

"Hey Krystal. How's my new stepsister doing?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear, double checking I had the right person on the line. The display on my phone still said Julian Castelbon. "I'm okay Julian, how about you?"

"Well, not so good actually," Julian said. "I'm kind of stuck out at O'Hare, as my license has been suspended and I can't seem to find a hotel that has a room open for me. Listen, I know this is weird, and I apologize, but do you mind if I crash at your place?"

I noticed he hadn't told me anything about why he was in Chicago, or even why his driver's license was suspended. Typical Julian. I sighed. Still, he was family, if only for the past month and a half. "Fine Julian, but just for a few days. Grab a taxi over to Left Bank at K Station. It's on Canal Street, but most taxi drivers know where it is. When you get to the lobby, give me a call."

"Sounds great. Thanks, Krys. I appreciate it." The phone went dead in my ear, and I thought to myself as I saw my building come up, What have I gotten myself into?



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Julian



I hung up my phone, still somewhat confused. What the hell was I doing in Chicago, anyway? And why in the hell had I just called Krystal acting like I was tapped out and needed a place to stay? Just what the hell was happening to me?

About six weeks prior, things had been super clear. After getting the call from Johnathan that he was getting married, and that his new wife had a daughter close to my age, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to f*ck the hell out of my new stepsister, and leave her three holed and sopping wet, humiliated. The videotape of that would make a great Christmas gift, in my opinion.

When I met her though, something in me kept me from sealing the deal. There was something in the way Krystal acted, like while she was attracted to me, she also didn't really care for my personality or even who I was. Typically, when someone looked down on me like that, I'd just tell them to f*ck off and get on with my life. But there was something in Krystal's behavior, something that said I'd be interested if you just got real that screwed with my head.

When at the reception, my ploy didn't work, I ended up f*cking Krystal's aunt, Gina Aksoy. While not too bad, when I was in the middle of the act, hearing Krystal's voice sent me into a fantasy that shook me to the core. I ended the night, instead of being a super-alpha stud like I'm accustomed to, to being left sitting in remembrance and almost romantic longing.

The six weeks since hadn't exactly been normal either. Going back to Los Angeles, it just felt like a lot of the things that I'd done for fun before just didn't quite have the same sort of thrill anymore. Hitting up the clubs and slut hunting didn't have any appeal for me. At first I thought it was that it was just too easy, but that never stopped me before. The same with starting fights, trying to find the newest starlet to try and ruin..... all of it. About the only thing that gave me any pleasure was going to the gym, where I became a pretty constant fixture. Even Randy, the shift manager who I could say was a buddy, had noticed. "Yo JC," he said to me one day after I finished a workout and was getting ready to go. "Let me bend your ear for a moment."

Nodding, I followed him back into the back office, while the front desk was turned over to some pimply faced high school kid who normally just folded towels and cleaned up the locker room. Randy sat down and reached into the small refrigerator he kept next to his desk. Grabbing two cans of protein shake out of the chilled interior, he passed one over to me. "New stuff, just came in," he said, popping the top. "Forty grams of micro ionized whey, berry flavor, and carbonated. To me, it kind of tastes a lot like Hawaiian Punch mixed with Sprite."

I took a swig, and nodded. "It's pretty good. How much are you guys going to charge for it?"

"Up front? Four bucks a can. They have a pre-workout mix too, but I don't like the flavor on that one too much. Listen man, I didn't haul you back here just to let you try a new drink. I wanted to ask, what's been up with you the past month?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, draining half the can. Randy was right about the flavor, but like most protein drinks, it was thicker, and left a bit of a residue in my mouth. I figured I'd need at least the same amount of water to get the feeling of my tongue being coated in berry flavored milk out.

"For the past month, you've been in here more than ever. You're hitting the weights hard, but I've been watching you man. You're on the edge of overtraining, and I've never seen you there before. If you were one of the power lifters or bodybuilders or Cross fitters we have coming in I'd understand it, they put themselves there on purpose right before competition. But you man, you're a socialite I guess. And most of your type doesn't try to get swole and jacked prior to Oscar season, or even the MTV Movie Awards. So what's up?"