My Jealous Stepbrother
SPIN

Our mouths moved in perfect synchrony, exploring and savoring every nook and cranny. Every touch, every sigh, every caress immersed us in an indescribable ecstasy, not wanting that moment to end. We gave ourselves completely to each other, without fear. The world around us faded away as emotions flowed freely between us, creating a symphony of intense feelings.

My fingers clutched at his shirt, as our intertwined breaths became increasingly ragged. The kiss was sweet as the nectar of the gods, but also burning like the fire of unbridled passion. Each touch of our lips was an explosion of sensations, a fusion of souls seeking and replaceing each other in that magical moment.

As the kiss softened, our gazes met, and in those sweet eyes I found a mixture of passion and longing.

"I shouldn't be doing this," Ryan stammered, gently pulling away from me. "But I don't care anymore. I don't want to think about the complications now. I just want to be with you, right now. I'll worry later about what your father says," he whispered in a soft voice, slowly moving closer to bring our lips together again. However, his comment piqued my curiosity and I couldn't help but want to know more.

I gently pulled away from him, searching for answers in his gaze.

"What do you mean, my father?" I asked, trying to hide my confusion and curiosity behind an intrigued smile.

Ryan sighed, as if dealing with a heavy burden. His voice became soft and reflective as he tried to explain himself. "I promised your father I would stay away from you," Ryan said with a regret-laden expression. His words hit me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me stunned and breathless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing - was I understanding correctly? Had my own father asked Ryan to stay out of my life?

Why would my father do such a thing? What reason would he have for separating us?

"I can't believe it," I whispered, feeling my emotions fluctuate between anger and sadness. I searched Ryan's eyes for some explanation, but found only sadness and disappointment reflected in his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to replace out this way," Ryan murmured, taking my hand in his in a comforting gesture. "But I had to tell you. Your father...he wouldn't approve of our relationship. He doesn't think I'm the right person for you." "From the moment I walked through the doors of this house with my mother, I knew something had changed in me. In the innocence of my childhood, I saw you as my sister, a playmate only. But as the years passed and our lives grew farther and farther apart, an uncomfortable truth dawned on me."

"I've always liked you, much more than I should. I tried to resist it, to deny it, but it was useless. Every glance, every brush, every shared laugh, fanned the flame of my smitten heart. But I wasn't the first to realize my feelings." "It was my father," he was just stating the obvious.

"He caught the signs before I did. I was forced to look for a college far away from here, it was a bitter pill to swallow, but I thought it was the best thing for everyone. Now, in front of you, I can't help but feel more desperate for those feelings." I didn't know what to answer, and I didn't have to. A sound interrupted me long before I even opened my mouth to utter a word.

The high-pitched ringing of the phone broke the tense silence that surrounded us. Ryan rushed to answer, knowing the call was coming from my father.

My father's voice echoed through the phone line; he wanted to talk to me, his voice full of seriousness and concern. I couldn't hear the exact words, but Ryan's tone and expression made it clear that the conversation was of the utmost importance. His eyes met mine, conveying a quiet urgency.

Did he think I would tell my father this?

My father asked Ryan to speak with me, so he stretched the phone toward me. I shakily picked up the device, feeling a knot in my stomach as I heard my father's thick, warm voice greeting me, as he always did.

"Hi, honey! How are you?" he said excitedly.

I tried to control my voice and respond normally. "Hi, Dad! I'm fine, how are you? How are things over there?" I feigned ignorance at my father's voice and spoke as if nothing was happening. "What a surprise you called me! I thought I wouldn't be able to talk to you so soon dad, everything okay?" I mentioned as matter-of-factly as possible, although I think my voice had come out higher pitched than I would have liked. I knew there was no way I could let him know everything that had just happened, but I couldn't calm my nerves either.

"The fire is being brought under control, the good news is that we are no longer in danger. Everyone around here is doing their best. The bad news is that we still don't know when we'll be back," my father said looking tired.

"Oh, what a relief to hear that, Dad!" I replied, trying to hide any trace of emotion in my voice. "I mean, I miss you guys, but I'm glad everyone is okay."

I wanted them home. I also didn't want them home. I looked at Ryan, like he might have some answers.

If there were any answers.