Resist My Twin Stepbrothers

Chapter 1

Tapping on my stepbrother, Elliot's, window I balanced myself on a tree branch attempting to climb back into my house. I'd snuck out to a party after my mom went to bed, but made the fatal mistake of forgetting to bring my key. Stumbling home after a night of drinking, I tried the front door to find that I was locked outside.

It took me a good five minutes to climb the tree, and all I had to show for it was two scratches and a developing bruise. Elliot's bedroom light was off, but that didn't matter because I knew he was a light sleeper.

I tapped a little harder this time, whispering at a volume that wasn't exactly quiet. "Elliot! Psst. Hey." A couple more taps. "Elliot, wake up."

My twin stepbrothers were home after doing two years in the military. It was weird having them home. When we were younger, we always fought about everything. The twins would team up on me and they always won. But, now it felt like they didn't even notice I was in the room. I liked not being picked on, but it sucked to not be seen or acknowledged.

A shadow blocked the inside of the window and I breathed out a sigh of relief. The old wood frame creaked and groaned as Elliot lifted the panel.

Sticking his head out, he glared at me with his silver-blue eyes. "What the hell, Eden? It's three in the morning."

"I'm locked out of the house, just move over so I can climb in." My words were slurred and I think I may have swayed a bit while crouching on the branch.

"Are you drunk? Get your ass in here!" He reached out with a thick, strong arm - courtesy of the military - and pulled me into his bedroom like I weighed nothing. Slamming against his floor, I yelped when my shoulder dragged over the carpet.

He stood over me in nothing but a pair of dark grey pajama pants, his posture reminding me of a drill sergeant. "What the hell do you think you're doing out at three in the morning? You're not even old to enough to drink."

Thankfully, he whisper-yelled at me andI didn't have to worry about my mom waking up. I wasn't in the mood to hear her wrath on top of his.

Rubbing at my shoulder, I winced to feel where the top layer of skin had been burned away from my impact with the floor. The son of a bitch was stronger than he realized.

Looking up at him, I spit out, " Sorry, but what do you care? You and Zane haven't been around in two years. And from what I remember, you were doing worse than this when you were younger than me. So fuck off."

He crouched down and grabbed me by my shirt, his face inches from mine. With narrowed eyes and a scowl that would have scared any normal person, he smiled - the expression creepy because I knew the grin didn't mean he was happy.

"You're only nineteen. Stop going around thinking you can do whatever the hell you want."

"Who the hell is going to stop me? I'm an adult."

Looking up into Elliot's arrogant expression, I wished I'd chosen Zane's window instead. The only problem with that idea was that I would still be on a tree branch waiting. Zane slept like the dead and I didn't think a nuclear disaster could have woken him.

"I'll stop you. I'm home now and I don't plan on going anywhere for a while."

I was barely able to focus on him, but what I could see clearly was impressive. Gone was the skinny kid I remembered from when we were young. Over the two years he'd been gone, his physique had been built up and transformed into a perfect specimen of masculine strength. The muscles in his biceps were large, but not so large he had to walk around with them bent out to the sides. His broad shoulders were sculpted, his chest and abs ripped to a point where I could wash laundry on them. Dipping down on the sides of his abdomen was the V of perfection that drove every woman mad with want.

His once pimple-prone face had cleared up and filled out into a square jaw that was shadowed with stubble. How I hadn't noticed his beauty before was beyond me, but I assumed it had something to do with the fact that both he and Zane had ignored me since returning home.

Silver-blue eyes studied me andI wondered if he noticed that I'd grown up too. I wasn't much different than the seventeen year old he left behind when he joined the military, but I'd filled out in all the right places, my breasts full and my hair grown out to a length where it touched the upper swell of my ass.