Meet The Stepbrothers: A STEPBROTHER MENAGE ROMANCE Read Online Free

having?” I asked James.
    “What kind of beer do they have?” James asked Frank.
    Frank opened up the fridge. He pulled out a beer and tossed it to James.
    “Just the one kind,” Frank said. “What can I whip up?” he asked me.
    “What can you make?” I said.
    “Anything.”
    “How’s about a Black Russian?” I asked.
    Frank turned and scanned the bottles.
    “How’s about a beer?” he said, having no idea what my order was.
    “How’s about vodka water?” I asked.
    “I can do vodka water,” Frank said, picking up a bottle of vodka.
    “You talk to Charlie at all?” James asked Frank.
    “Yeah. You?” Frank responded.
    “No,” James said. “Not since the split.”
    “He got this great new job. That’s why he couldn’t make his flight yesterday.”
    “A new job? Doing what?” James asked.
    “He’s writing for Rolling Stone,” Frank said. “His first article is going to be in the January edition.”
    “Wow,” James said as he cracked open his beer.
    “What about you?” Frank said to James. “How’s your job going?”
    “It’s going,” James replied. “It pays the bills, you know?”
    “You still working at that, uh, insurance place?” Frank asked.
    “Intact Insurance, yeah,” James replied.
    “Cool,” Frank said.
    There was a short silence.
    “Yeah, I’m hoping to get promoted to claims manager by this time next year,” James said. “Go to salary, get a big pay bump.”
    “What do you want to do in say, five years from now?” Frank asked.
    “Well, hopefully by then I’ll be on the key staff—making pretty decent money,” James replied.
    “Yeah, that sounds fine and all, but you don’t want to be doing this insurance gig for the rest of your life, right?”
    James did not reply.
    “You were the smartest kid in the school,” Frank continued.
    “So what?” James said. “Are you saying I’m wasting my time working in insurance?”
    “I just think you’re wasting your talent,” Frank replied. “You can do anything you want to.”
    “What’s wrong with insurance?”
    “I thought you wanted to be an architect. Isn’t that what you went to school for?”
    “So what? Being a welder is such an amazing job?” James said. “You’re just living your dream?”
    “Hey, man. I’m just making sure you’re doing what you want to do.”
    “There are more important things in life than a dream career ,” James said, looking away from his brother, clenching his beer tightly in hand.
    “Like what?” Frank said.
    “Like—lots of things. Relationships, money, stability.”
    “Stability?”
    “That’s right—Stability. Are you too cool for stability?” James asked.
    Frank rolled his eyes. “You can never be too cool for stability.”
    “What’s your problem?” James said.
    “No problem—I just think that you’re better than this insurance gig you seem so happy settling with.”
    “I’m not settling. And I’m not the one who gave up my football career to be some expendable labour,” James said. He scoffed. “A welder.”
    “Hey,” Frank snapped. “I’d rather be some expendable labour than a redundant, suburban robot.”
    “A redundant suburban robot? That’s the best comeback you can muster?” James said.
    “Yeah. You’re going to spend the rest of your life driving back and forth from your cookie-cutter house, doing work that could be replaced tomorrow by a computer program. The only reason it isn’t is because it keeps you and millions of other suburban robots oblivious to the fact there are real things happening in the world.”
    “Just mind your business and I’ll mind mine,” James barked.
    There was a long, awkward silence. I tried to stay out of the argument by staring down at my coaster. I could feel the tension in the air.
    “Right, I almost forgot about your vodka water,” Frank said, turning towards the sink.
    “Thanks,” I said.
    I looked over at James, who was staring at the empty wall in front of him.
    “On the