Owned by My MC Stepbroter

STEPBROTHERS’ RULES Chapter 1

Trent and Kevin Evans are pricks. They think that the sunshines out oftheir backsides.

Sure, they have the good looks with their dark eyes and matching dark hair. That is about it. They have personalities of the devil. I have seen the way they treat women, as if they ´re pieces of crap. Not me. I stand-up to them and will not be treated like they were pieces of dirt that they scraped off their shoes once they got tired. Both Kevin and Trent got bored easily. I remember the cheerleaders constantly crying over them in the hallways at school. Once I left High school, I was glad to see the back of them. I changed big time. I was no longer the geek that used to roam through the halls with her head stuck in a book. College transformed me, so when Mom and their dad, Alex said they were getting married my heart sunk.

I thought I was never seeing them again.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that Trent and Kevin would both end up as my stepbrothers. So, we could be one, big happy family, not!

“This is a fucking sick joke!”

Trent my future stepbrother screamed from of the room. Like a baby throwing their toys out of the pram. He didn´t seem to know or care that my world had been thrown into a turmoil too. Mum and Alex, her boyfriend called us over to come and discuss their future. That could only mean one thing, marriage. Why else would they request that all three of us were in the penthouse at the same time? Trent refused to sit in the salon with the rest of us, he stood by the door and as soon as the announcement was made ran through the hallway as if his pants were on fire. I sat frozen on the sofa trying to smile. I found it hard as I watched Trent and Kevin rage in and out of the room.

I knew the Evan boys, twins Trent and Kevin from Highschool. That was two years ago, I was glad that I never had to see them again, until our parents started officially dating. We were in two different worlds. They kept to their side of school with the popular kids and I was always with the geeks. Shit, I was a geek. I used to apply for the spelling bee as if my life depended on it. I was a keen member of the chest club and I loved math’s. Hey, there was nothing my satisfying than geometry. Until I went to college and realized there was more to life.

I grew up and that meant getting rid of the square, thick glasses and investing in some contact lenses. It meant, not always having my hair up in a ponytail, but letting it loose once in a while. It meant changing my closet. Yep, I was that boring. I had about ten sets ofthe same shirt and pants that as I grew, I just replaced. Clothes never interested me. Material things were for the spoilt and rich. I was a simple girl and boy did I look simple!

Until I went to college three years ago that was when it all changed. I stopped looking like a kid and I started to be comfortable in my own skin. Don´t get me wrong, Inever changed from a Plain Jane to a supermodel overnight. Just somewhere in the middle. What I was more comfortable with. Light make-up, which I would experiment with when I went out. Especially if it was on a date. I would go out to buy a new dress, maybe some heels. Not because I wanted to impress the guy, but simply because I saw something I liked.

The biggest joke was after changing my appearance, Kevin started talking tome. I came to the penthouse a few times, before a big date and he would say something like, ´You look nice tonight. ´ Sometimes, he would pay an even bigger compliment. Trent would just grunt. Sizing me up and down. The guy used to make me feel uncomfortable if he ever looked in my direction back then. Strange that three years later he was still having the same effect on me. The guy was still a jerk.

Maybe, I was kidding myself. The reason I used to make an effort, especially the time I bought the hot, red dress. Was because ofthe twins. They were so popular in Highschool and every girl wanted the seal of approval from them, before they had any confidence in themselves. They seem to have that power over women. If one ofthe Evan boys paid attention to you, then you´re something. If not, then don´t even bother trying. That was the school motto. So, glad those days are over.

“Listen, we´re in love, “ Alex said as he gazed into my mom’s hazel eyes. He paused as he adjusted his glasses and his focus returned to the boys. I sat smiling opposite them. Or so I think I was smiling. Who knows? “We’re getting married and you better get used to it.”