This is a “pilot” episode of a potential story by me. If you like it and want more like this on a weekly basis, let me know! There may be typos or other mistakes, as it has not been fully edited yet. These will be fixed in future updates. It's just a test and a trial right now to see if you enjoy it. ^_^
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(Updates are planned for every Sunday evening)
Stepbrother Religion: My First Confession (Title is a work in progress and may change with the final draft)
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck my sister. Basically for the past two years I've thought about her every time I masturbate. I can't get her out of my head. It's like… you know when you see an ice cream truck and it's summer so it's really hot out? And when you get your ice cream, it's already melting, so not only do you want to lick it, but you need to or else the ice cream's going to melt all over the place. Yeah, it's like that. I don't even know. My cock gets hard just thinking about her. I just want to… I want to pull down my pants and lift up Maddy's skirt and bend her over my bed and–”
I should probably rewind a little and explain where this is all coming from. I get that it sounds fucked up. I'm not going to argue with you about that one. It sounded fucked up to the priest I told it to, too. Yeah, take a second and let that sink in. I said all of that to a priest. One time, when I was in high school, I told a priest I wanted to fuck my sister…
Anyways, we're taking a step back, going to a simpler time way back when before I wanted to have sex with my sister.
Technically stepsister. So basically I still wanted to have sex with her before that, but then my mom married her dad, and the whole stepsister thing happened, and… yeah…
I'm going to tell you the full story. This is how it went.
I never grew up religious. I knew religion was a thing that people did, but that's about it. Church? It's a place people go to on Sunday or something. Fuck if I know what they do there. Listen to some old dude rant about fire and brimstone, I guess. I heard something about communion wine, but when I asked a friend he said it was just grape juice. Maybe they gave the adults something else.
This was my life until I was sixteen. By that, I mean I hadn't really ever gone to church before then. My mom worked a lot, and I guess we could have gone sometime, but we just never did.
Never, that is, until she remarried.
Madelaine Hamilton was the prettiest girl in school. I'm not even saying that in an “I have a crush on this girl, holy fuck” kind of way. In our senior year, she was unanimously voted the prettiest girl in school. Yeah, even the girls voted for her. Even the second prettiest girl in school, who probably could have voted for herself, because, you know, pretty is kind of subjective sometimes and maybe she thought she was the prettiest instead. Except, no, she voted for Madelaine, too.
What you should also know about Madelaine Hamilton, otherwise known as Maddy, is that she's basically an angel. Besides being the prettiest girl in school, she was probably one of the nicest, she went to church every Sunday, she volunteered to help out at the local animal shelter as often as possible, and I heard she even went on missionary trips during summer break to help out starving kids in Africa or something.
The extent of my involvement with starving kids in Africa was my mom telling me to eat my dinner because there were starving kids in Africa. Yeah, uh… sorry?
So I hope you can imagine my surprise when one day my mom tells me I'm going to have a new dad. I think technically she said father.
“Declan,” she says, all nice and sweet. “I've got important news to tell you.”
“Mom,” I say, because I'm immediately suspicious of what's going on with her being so nice and sweet all of a sudden. “I swear to God I ate all my brussel sprouts last night. If you found them in the trash or something, I have no clue why they were there.”
She narrows her eyes at me and opens her mouth to say something, but stops herself for a second. Once she's recomposed and ready again, she decides to just ignore my comment about the brussel sprouts.
“Declan,” she says. “I'm getting married. I know it's kind of sudden. They say God works in mysterious ways, though. That's all there is to it.”
And I'm just like, “Oh, cool. When?”
Because, you know, what do you even say when your mom tells you that?
“Tomorrow. That's why I wanted to tell you today.”
“Uh, what?” I was kind of expecting a few months.
“I'm in love, Declan. I know you're going to love him, too. Charles will be a great father to you. Actually, I think you know his daughter. Madelaine? She's going to be your new sister.”
“Wait, uh… are you being serious? Maddy Hamilton is going to be my sister?”
“Mhm! I think this will be really good for you, too. I know it's hard being an only child sometimes, and Maddy will be a great influence on you. She's–”
My mom probably said more, but I was already remembering all of the times that Maddy influenced me, if you know what I mean. Last night, right before I went to bed, when I was thinking about the time I walked behind her in the halls and I swear to God the wind lifted her skirt and I saw a scandalous amount of leg. I'm talking mid to upper thigh here.
Or the time she smiled at me in English class after I read some passage out loud. We were all taking turns reading a paragraph or two of this book, and I took it super seriously, and then, yeah, what do you know, I get a smile from Maddy the Angel. That one smile lasted me at least two months as far as being able to instantly get an erection.
I'm not really sure if you're seeing a pattern here. I was sixteen, and a guy, so there's hormones and stuff going on. Come to think of it, I have no idea how Maddy managed to be sixteen and not have hormones and stuff going on. I guess that's neither here nor there, and then there's God to think about, and maybe the starving kids in Africa had something to do with it? I don't know.
So… that's how that went. My mom married Maddy's dad, and Maddy became my stepsister. If only that were the last of it.
Before you get the wrong idea about me, I want to offer you a peek into the future. I'm not sixteen anymore, I'm twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. I graduated college and got my bachelor's degree last year, and now I'm in seminary school with plans to become a priest.
Why? Well, they say God works in mysterious ways.
That's kind of a cop out, so here's the real answer. I fucked up really bad in college. I mean, yeah, I graduated, but my first few years are basically one giant regret. That's what I'm supposed to tell you, because I'm in seminary school with plans to become a priest, but it's not really the truth. I wouldn't say this out loud, but…
After growing up in a small town, college was an experience to say the least. I dated girls easily, and by that I mean I was having sex with a new girl every other week. Sometimes every week. It's not like I wanted to hurt them, but I didn't really understand restraint. Especially because the one girl that I wanted to have sex with basically would never have sex with me. It's funny how that happens. Instead of trying to make it work, putting in the effort to somehow appeal to her better interest, I just said fuck it and had sex with a girl at a party that I barely knew.
It's not that I wanted to. I mean, yeah, the sex was good. I'm not going to say it was amazing or anything, but it was good. Even bad sex is pretty great, because who doesn't like orgasms?
I know what you're thinking, and you're probably saying something like: “Declan, why didn't you go after the girl that you wanted to be with?”
Which is some real romantic bullshit if I ever heard it. When did I say I wanted to be with her? I didn't. I said I wanted to have sex with her and we basically could never have sex. I'm not going to get into it more than that, but there's a lot going on there, and it's complicated. Trust me.
So… I fucked up a lot, somehow managed to never get into trouble for underage drinking, broke a ton of girls hearts, had some one night stands, and…
“Declan, do you love me?” this one girl asks after we have mindblowingly average sex. Her name is Samantha.
The sex was a little above average, and probably the best I'd had in a long time, but nothing like what you'd read about in a romance novel. I'm talking the really good romance novels, too. I know the kind of shit some of you read. I may have read one or two here and there, too. I don't have to explain myself to you.
Anyways, what I say to Samantha is, “I don't think we should see each other again.”
“What?” she asks. “Is that a joke?”
“Not really,” I tell her. “Why do you think I'd fall in love with you after only dating you for three weeks?”
“I thought we had a real connection!” she says. And to top it off, she adds, “Asshole!”
Samantha ends up storming out of the room, which is awkward because it's her dorm room. I kind of sit there, trying to figure out what to do. I put my clothes back on and wait around a little until her roommate comes back. Ally looks at me and shakes her head.
“Hey, loser,” she says.
I actually like Ally. She's pretty cool. Also she hooked me and Samantha up. I tried hooking up with Ally, but she rejected me.
“Hey, what's up?” I say to her.
“Can you leave? Sam is waiting around in the hallway. She said you broke up with her and she stormed out, but now she doesn't know how to come back in until you're gone.”
“Yeah, you know, I'm not the one who told her to do that. I could have left.”
“Well, yeah, so get out.”
“Do you still want to study tomorrow?” I ask her.
“Sure, but I'm not going to tell Sam. Let's just meet up in the library.”
Samantha is a nice girl, but I'm pretty sure she's never been in a library in her life. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her or anything. I like her well enough, and the sex was mindblowingly average, so there's that. She's just, uh… not the brightest, as evidenced by the fact that she stormed out of her dorm room after I broke up with her instead of kicking me out.
I leave and head down the hall. Samantha sneaks around the corner, hoping I don't see her. I do, but I pretend not to. A few seconds later I hear her dorm room door open and slam shut, then Ally's yelling at her not to slam the door. I don't know what happens after that, because I'm in the stairwell heading down to my floor.
Suddenly my phone rings. Oh, yeah, that was in my pocket, huh? Good place for it. Also who the fuck is calling me? Do people even talk on the phone anymore? I just text everyone, but here I am getting a phone call, so I guess I should answer it.
I look at the screen quick to see who it is and then I stop in my tracks. I nearly fall down the stairs I stop so fast. Stumbling and getting to the bottom, then heading out the door into my hall, I hurry to my room. I answer my phone halfway there so the person on the other end doesn't just give up and never talk to me again.
“Hey,” I say. “What's up?”
Yeah, uh… I say that to basically everyone, but I probably shouldn't. I mean, it works for most people, but not everyone. Fuck if I know.
“Is this Declan?” she says.
“Maddy, yes, it's me,” I say.
“Oh,” Maddy says. “You sound different.”
It's quiet after that. What am I supposed to say? No, Maddy, I don't sound different? Yeah…
“How is college?” she asks, trying to make conversation.
Oh, you know, it's great. I just had sex with a girl and then told her I never wanted to see her again. I'm a nice guy like that. How's everything with you, Maddy?
I don't say any of that. Instead, I say, “Everything's going well. How about you?”
“Um… Declan, are you sure? I had a dream, and… I know that college can get a little intense sometimes. I'm not saying that you shouldn't enjoy life or experience new things, but…”
“Wait, Maddy, hold up. You had a dream? About what?”
“About you, Declan. I think it was a warning sign. I just… I know that you grew up differently, but God sees everything, Declan, and I don't want you to do anything you'll regret. I just wanted to call you, to talk. Like we used to, you know? I miss you, Declan.”
Maddy never found out about my tirade to a priest when I was sixteen, by the way. At least I don't think she did. How fucking awkward would that be?
“Maddy, I'm fine, I promise,” I say to her.
Except as soon as I say it, I kind of realize it's not true. At least as far as she's concerned. It's hard to relate to someone like her sometimes. It's like, yeah, I almost get it, but then I don't. I seriously can't even understand it, no matter how hard I try.
Maddy's saving herself for marriage. She's told me so, over and over again. Declan, she says, I can't wait until I find the man intended for me, so that we can get married and become intimate within the sanctity of a husband and wife.
She volunteers with her church. I guess it's my church, too. I haven't been in awhile. I'm at college, remember? Whenever I go back home for winter vacation or whatever, I end up going on Sunday, though. It's not that I hate church or anything. I kind of like it now. It's just hard to relate to. No sex until marriage? Uh, yeah… I kind of fucked that one up about twenty times already…
Maddy sings in the church choir, too. This isn't especially holy or anything, but it basically solidifies her place as an angel. Pretty fucking sure that every time I've heard her sing, every time I sat in the pews and watched her from afar, she glowed. It's not even just the light shining through the stained glass windows high above, either. She literally looks radiant every time she sings. She used to practice sometimes when we were home alone and no matter where she was, even in the bathroom singing into the mirror, she shined brilliantly.
She makes lunch for homeless people and then goes around delivering it to them. Who the fuck does that? Maddy does.
She's basically a perfect angel and here I am fucking around in college. I doubt I'm the worst person ever, but I'm an obvious sinner compared to Madelaine the Saint.
“Hey, Maddy?” I say during a lull in our conversation. She's still worried for me, and I don't want her to worry about me.
“I know this seems kind of sudden, but I was thinking of going to seminary school after I get my bachelor's degree this year. Don't tell mom and dad, though. I don't want to make a big deal about it.”
“Wait, what!” she says, giddy. “Really? Are you serious?”
“I don't know, I mean… I helped out a lot at church, right? And here you are worrying about me, so… I wouldn't have said anything, but sometimes I think about it, and I do want to be a better person. You're an angel, so I figure the least I can do is become a priest.”
“I'm not an angel, Declan!” she says, laughing. “I know you're a good person, too. I think if this is your calling and if this is what you think you should do, then… I think it's good. I think it's great! I'm so happy for you.”
To be honest, I didn't know I wanted to be a priest until just then. It's not even that I wanted that specifically. It's really not about being a priest, it's more about being a better person, and that's the best version of me I could think of.
I wouldn't tell her this. I probably wouldn't tell anyone this.
I want Maddy to be proud of me. I want her to think I'm special. Even if we can't–
Nah, I'm not even going to think that one. I can't. It's kind of fucked up, and that's the opposite of what I'm going for right now. I'm trying to be good.
I want to be a good person.
So… what do you think? I had this kind of crazy idea, so I figured I'd write it down and go from there. I know some of you have been asking me about whether I'll do another stepbrother romance story or not, so this is my idea for that. I just thought it'd be fun and different, with a second forbidden romance kind of twist added to it.
If you liked the story, definitely let me know! You can either comment below, like the post on Facebook or comment there, or feel free to send me an email, too (firstname.lastname@example.org). Either way, I'll take everyone's comments seriously. If you want to see more of Maddy and Declan, my current plans are to update their story every week on Sundays here and on Wattpad. I'm still setting some of that up, so it's not completely finalized yet, but links for everything will be posted below.
These updates won't be huge or anything. This one is on the longer side, actually. I'm planning on doing either 4-8 pages or so each week, so you'll have something new from me to read every week. So if you like this story, more will be coming soon!
I might have other updates every now and then instead of this one, like bonus stories with Ethan and Ashley, maybe some of Brittany, and then the occasional Caleb and Scarlet. I'm also working on the books for Caleb and Scarlet now, too, so this is just kind of a side project for that. Once this story is done, or it's coming along really well, I will also be publishing it as an ebook and regular book on Amazon, so you can grab it there, too. I still have to figure out the specifics on that side of things, though.
Anyways, yes! If you like the story and want me to continue, with both Declan's side of things and then Maddy's side of things, please let me know!
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