Stepbrother's Return | CH. 9

So, I cheated on my boyfriend with my stepbrother, came home to confess, but he was there...and my stebrother ended up fucking my boyfriend! Now what!?

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING:

This story contains explicit gay sexual content, infidelity, taboo family dynamics, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Previously: CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4 | CH. 5 | CH. 6 | CH. 7 | CH. 8

Chapter Nine

The bathroom door clicked shut behind us, trapping me and Leroy in a space that felt way too damn small for this mess we were both a part of. I wasn’t sure what Leroy was thinking…was he regretting what happened? Did he enjoy it…but still think I was a piece of shit for the cheating, the lies, and the stepbrother of it all? I couldn’t look him in the eye as I turned on the hot water and we peeled off our clothes.

I stepped into the shower first, Leroy climbed in after me, his movements stiff. Water slammed against the tiles, steam swirling around us. I stood under the spray, staring at the water spiraling down the drain.

My chest ached from the words piling up behind my ribs, but I couldn’t spit them out. I’d fucked this up. Our life together. I disgraced it all for some hot sex with my stepbrother. Who could fucking forgive that. I stole a glance at him, he scrubbed at his arms like he could erase what went down on that dining table if he did it hard enough.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, my voice barely making it over the hiss of the shower.

Leroy didn’t even look at me. He just kept scrubbing, letting my apology sit there.

After what felt like a fucking eternity, he muttered, “Let’s not talk about it. Not yet.”

We finished in silence.

Wrapped in towels, we did our after shower routine. When I was done, my hands wouldn’t stop moving. I picked at the frayed edge of the towel around my waist.

Fuck, I had to say something.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” I started, my voice cracking like I was a damn kid telling my parents I cheated on a test, “about Herald. About…everything. I didn’t want this to blow up like it did. He just…Herald burrows his way in my head and turns me into a fucking horny idiot.”

Leroy’s eyes flicked up, slicing through the steam. “Yeah, I get that now.”

He gets that now? Shock and relief course through me.

“I felt it…his pull. Stronger than any magnetic field. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing out there. And I…let him.” He dragged a hand over his face, “I’m pissed, Charlie. At you. At him. At myself for…for liking it.”

“You have every right to be pissed…” My breath snagged in my throat as I processed what he said “You did? You liked it?”

He nodded…so slowly, like it physically hurt to admit it. “At first I was all rage and then…I felt like I was losing myself and…fuck, it was like I couldn’t stop. Like I needed it. More than anything I’ve ever needed before. There’s no saying no to a man like that.”

I let out a shaky laugh, and Leroy matched it.

It was messed up, the lies I told, getting wrapped up in something so wrong. But that’s part of what made the pleasure so…pleasurable. And maybe Leroy thought so too.

I hesitated, then reached out, resting a hand on his knee, half-expecting him to shove me off.

He didn’t.

“Look,” Leroy said finally, voice low and rough, “I get why you couldn’t walk away from him. I’m not saying I’m okay with everything about how this went down, especially the lying, but…I get it.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes burning like I’d been staring into the sun. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right, Leroy. I love you. I just…I don’t know how to shut off what I feel when Herald’s around.”

Leroy stared at the tiled floor for a long moment, then looked back at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe we don’t have to shut it off. Maybe we figure out what the hell this is together. Because I can’t lie, I want more of it. Even if it’s…fucked up.”

“You mean…with him?” I couldn’t believe what I was even asking.

“Yeah. With him. And with you.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal, but his eyes told me it was anything but simple. “I don’t know what that means, but I’m not ready to walk away from you. Or whatever happened out there with him. Not yet.”

I nodded, the weight in my chest shifting. It wasn’t gone, not by a long shot, but it felt…different.

We agreed then, with a quiet understanding.

We couldn’t deny the pull.

No matter how fucked up it was.

Leroy and I shuffled out of the bedroom after pulling on comfy clothes—me in an old T-shirt and sweatpants, him in a loose tank and joggers.

Herald was there, sprawled on our couch like he fucking owned the place, sipping on the tequila Leroy had grabbed earlier. The TV flickered with some late-night bullshit, but his eyes weren’t on the screen—they were on us the second we walked in.

A playing cards box sat on the coffee table. The cards were in his hands, and he was shuffling them with a magician’s flair, fingers moving so fast it was almost hypnotic.

“Welcome back, boys,” he drawled, voice smooth as sin. “Wearing way too many clothes. I was hoping to see you two in your towels.”

I exchanged a look with Leroy, my eyebrows shooting up. Leroy didn’t say anything. Herald’s gaze flicked between us, amused.

“Well, since we’re all clothed—boring—I have the perfect game for us to play. I found this deck of cards,” he said, holding up the pack like it was a prize.

“I see,” I said.

“It’s super simple and super fun for a group of three very attractive men like us, if I do say so myself,” Herald added with a wink, his tone dripping with that cocky charm that always made my skin prickle.

Leroy and I ended up sitting on either side of him on the couch, the cushions dipping under our weight. Herald’s heat rolled off him, that masculine cologne hitting me hard, mingling with tequila and something that screamed dominance, making my head spin a little as I settled in, knees brushing his thigh through his slacks.

Leroy shifted on the other side, his stocky frame tense, and I knew he felt it too—that magnetic pull Herald just fucking oozed.

“Alright, here’s the deal,” Herald said, his voice smooth as he dealt out seven cards each, fingers moving with a quick, practiced grace. “We each draw one card, lay it face-up on the coffee table at the same time. Whoever lays down the highest number loses a piece of clothing. Easy.”

“Since you’re still wearing a full suit…it’s not exactly fair,” I pointed out, nodding at his tailored jacket, tie, and the whole damn getup. Leroy and I were just in loungewear, my sweats and T-shirt already feeling flimsy.

Herald’s smirk didn’t even twitch. “Life isn’t fair, Charlie,” he shot back, his tone carrying a bite that clamped my mouth shut.

Something in that edge made my throat tighten, and even Leroy stayed quiet.

The tension in the room thickened as we gripped our cards and started the game.

First round.

I flipped a nine of hearts, Leroy a four of clubs, and Herald an ace of spades.

My stomach dropped as I realized I’d lost.

I tugged off my shirt, tossing it to the floor, feeling the cool air hit my pale chest.

I caught Leroy’s glance, his dark eyes lingering, and Herald’s smile widened as he leaned back, button-up stretching across that thick chest.

“Next,” Herald said, dealing again.

We flipped.

Leroy had a jack of diamonds, I got a five of spades, Herald a three of hearts.

Leroy grunted, the loser of the round, peeling off his tank. His tan torso came into view, dark hair dusting his chest and stomach in an unkempt scatter, catching the dim warm lamplight. His stocky build flexed as he tossed the shirt aside, that warm wood and sweet lotion scent of his wafting over, grounding but making my pulse jump.

“Eyes on the game, Charlie,” Herald teased.

I looked away fast, trying to keep my shit together.

We flipped for the next round.

This time, Herald drew a ten of clubs, Leroy a six of diamonds, and I had a two of hearts.

Herald shrugged off his jacket, the fabric sliding off to reveal more of his white button-up.

We kept going, cards flipping, clothes dropping.

I lost my socks next…then lost my sweats, leaving me in just boxers.

Damn, I kinda suck at this game.

My pale legs felt too exposed, skinnier than theirs, less defined, but I sat straighter, pretending I wasn’t burning up under their gazes.

Leroy dropped his joggers soon after, down to his briefs, his tan thighs thick and dusted with dark hair, the outline of his cock already stirring under the thin fabric. I caught a glimpse of that bushy trail leading down, and my mouth watered. He’s honestly so damn hot. Just in such a different way than Herald is. I wanted both. Right now, I have both. What kind of fucked-up gay dream have I gotten myself into?

Herald lost his tie and button-up over the next few rounds. When he finally took that shirt off, he unbuttoned it slowly, taunting and teasing us. His pale chest came into view, lean muscle carved just right, a neat line of trimmed black hair running down his abs. Now he was in just slacks, socks and polished shoes, skin glowing under the light. That porn-star-tidy patch of hair at his waistline peeked as he shifted, and his scent punched me.

“Dammit,” I muttered after losing another round, flipping a queen of spades to his ace of hearts while I was already down to boxers.

The game losing hand.

“Sorry Charlie, you lose,” Herald said with a mocking grin.

My boxers hit the floor, and I sat there buck-ass naked, trying to play it cool while my face burned.

My skin probably looked ghostly, cock resting against my thigh, half-hard just from the vibe in the room.

Leroy’s eyes flicked over, lingering on my exposed state, face unreadable, while Herald’s eyes grew sharper, his chest rising as he watched.

“Just me and you, man,” Leroy said to Herald with a competitive edge.

They flipped their next cards—Leroy a ten of spades to Herald’s six of hearts.

Rolling his eyes, he slid off his boxers, tossing them aside, revealing everything now.

His brown cock hung heavy, framed by a thick, unkempt bush of dark hair, matching the scatter on his chest and stomach. His skin glistened faintly with sweat, warm wood scent stronger as he settled back, dick twitching slightly under our stares. I couldn’t look away for a second, pulse hammering.

“Well, I guess the game’s over. You win, of course,” Leroy said, voice gruff.

I shifted on the couch, hyper-aware of my own nakedness, skin prickling with the room’s cool air.

Herald’s smirk turned devilish, sharp enough to cut. “We could keep the game going. Just gotta change the rules a bit.” He leaned back casually.

Leroy and I shared a curious glance, my pulse already thudding in my ears. I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his dark eyes, but also a curiosity that mirrored my own.

“How about, if you’re already fully naked and you lose with the highest number, you have to do an…action. Something that the bearer of the lowest card chooses. Like…a dare. If you refuse the dare, you’re out.” Herald’s voice was smooth, but there was a rough edge, a promise of something dangerous as he shuffled the deck with those deft hands.

“What kind of action?” I asked, pulse kicking up hard.

“Oh, you’ll see,” Herald said, winking like he had a dozen filthy ideas lined up. “You know, whatever you want—and you can refuse it. You’ll just lose.” He dealt the cards slowly, letting each one slap onto the coffee table, building the tension with every flick of his wrist.

“Fuck it, I’m in,” Leroy said, dark eyes glinting.

“Me too,” I added, skin prickling with warmth as Herald slid the cards toward us.

There was no backing out now.

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