Taste My Twin Stepbrothers Novel – “Psst, Aiden, wake up.” I balance myself on a tree branch, tapping on my stepbrother Aiden’s window. Everything starts when I snicked out to a party after my mom went to bed but when I get back I found I forget to bring my key.
That’s why I’m here. There is black in Aiden’s room, but that doesn’t matter because Aiden is a light sleeper, unlike my other stepbrother Alan, who can sleep through a hurricane. So Aiden will definitely hear me knocking on his window.
Aiden and Alan are my twin stepbrothers who have just come home recently after serving in the military for two years. It’s strange having thm home. I remember times when we were little; they would always gang up on me during play fights.
But now, it feel like they donn’t even notice I’m in the room. I like not being bullied, but the feeling of being completely ignored sucks. A soft glow illuminates the room as his bedside lamp clicks on.
His silhouette moves toward the window, and when he slides it open, his face is a mix of confusion and irritation. “What Ella? It’s three in the morning.” he hisses. He glares at me as if I’m the most annoying thing he’s ever seen. “I forgot my key,” I mumble, clinging to the branch for dear life. “Just mover over, so I can climb in.” His eyes narrow.
“Freaking hell, you’re drunk.” He reaches out a stout, powerful arm – military courtesy – and pulls me into his bedroom as if I weigh nothing. Slamming against his floor, I yelp when my shoulder dragged over the carpet. He stands in front of me wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants, his posture reminding me of a drill sergeant. “Are you insane?” Aiden whispers harshly, crouching down to glare at me.
“Climbing a tree at three in the morning? You’re not even old to enough to drink.” Thank god, he yells at me in a low voice, so I don’t have to worry about Mom waking up. I’m in no mood to hear her wrath directed at me. Rubbing my shoulder, I feel the sting where my skin scraped against the floor, and I can’t help but wince.
That jerk is stronger than he even realizes. I look up at him and spit out. “Sorry? What do you care? Don’t act like you and Alan were saints when you were my age. So fuck off.” His jaw tightens, and he grabs me by the collar. For a moment, I think he might actually throw me back out the window.
Then his lips curve into a smile, but it isn’t a kind one. “You’re nineteen,” he says. “You don’t get to do whatever you want. And if you’re going to act like a kid, someone has to look after you. Lucky for you, that someone is me. I’m home now and I don’t plan on going anywhere for a while.” I groan. “I’m an adult, Aiden.
I can handle myself.” He leans closer, his face inches from mine. “An adult who can’t even remember her key? Yeah, right.” Looking at Aiden’s smug expression, I really wish I had chosen Alan’s window instead. But the only problem with that idea is that I’d still be standing on the branch, waiting. Alan sleeps like the dead, and I don’t think even a nuclear disaster could wake him up.