Stepbrother Forbidden (Stepbrother, Where Art Thou? Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Aya Fukunishi
open, but through the haze she could see, close up, a thin, patchy blonde beard.
Suddenly the voice became louder, and was joined by another, loud enough to pierce through the soft, comfortable cotton wool that seemed to surround her.
"Hey, man, relax, my girlfriend's just had a little too much. Chill the fuck out, OK? Man, what's your problem?"
The other voice sounded like Ryan. Oh, I love Ryan. He's so nice. I wish he could take me to bed with him.
"What the fuck do you mean, your girlfriend? This is my stepsister, you fucking creep!"
Sophia felt like a pinball bouncing around a table. The arm beneath her vanished and another one replaced it, but not before she felt something hit her head, hard. I didn't really hurt, but she could hear the bang. She struggled to open her eyes a little, and found she was looking up from the floor. Everyone seemed like giants looming over her. Ryan looked mad, and the guy with the beard and the beanie looked kinda scared. He started running for the door, but Ryan reached out with a long, muscular arm and grabbed his jacket by the collar. Why doesn't everyone just chill out? Relax, Ryan, relax.
There was some kind of struggle, but she couldn't really make out what was going on. It was like watching a Japanese game show or something. The stage looked familiar, but the language was all kinda messed up and confusing. Nothing made much sense, but it was fun to watch.
Ryan's friend reached into the beard guy's jacket as Ryan held onto his shoulders, and when his hand came out he was holding some little things, showing them to Ryan. They were white. He looked just as mad as Ryan.
"Hey, I have a prescription for those! Put 'em back, you crazy fuck!" The beard guy was yelling now, but it wasn't like Ryan's yelling. His voice came out all high pitched and squeaky, and his eyes were real wide like saucers. He looked funny.
"Are you fucking kidding me? How much did you give her?" Ryan's face was all red, and he shook the beard guy like a doll.
"Sophia, can you hear me honey? Come on honey, wake up." There was a pretty blond girl looking down at her. Her hair tickled Sophia's nose. She liked it, but the girl was too loud, and she was shaking her too hard. Sophia just wanted to sleep.
Ryan was hitting the beard guy now. His friend jumped in and tried to pull him back, but Ryan was too strong. The beard guy fell to the floor next to Sophia. His eyes were closed real tight and he was curled up in a ball, but Ryan didn't stop until the big barman jumped in the way.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The beard guy started yelling, with spit spraying from his lips. Blood was pouring out of his nose and mixing with the beard. Sophia thought it made it look better. She liked big, jolly red beards. "I just gave her one, OK?! She'll be fine!" He must be talking about the beer. She felt bad for the beard guy, because she knew she'd had more than just that one beer. It wasn't his fault she was drunk.
The barman pulled the beard guy from the ground by his hair and dragged him to the door. The beard guy tried to grab at the barman's arm, and he was screaming. Maybe he was upset about losing his hat.
Ryan was there now, sitting next to her. She couldn't really hear what he was saying anymore, but it was nice and peaceful. She liked him better when he wasn't hitting the beard guy.
I love Ryan. He's so nice. I wish he could take me to bed with him.
*
Pink.
That was the first word that came to mind. Everything was pink. Categorically pink. Overwhelmingly, undeniably pink.
Sophia closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them again the pinkness remained. As her vision swam into focus, though, it all became a little clearer. She was looking at a pink pillowcase, a pink duvet and pink wallpaper, and somewhere between her blurry eyes and the wall was a row of pink soft toys, bunnies and teddy bears, all staring at her with
Suddenly the voice became louder, and was joined by another, loud enough to pierce through the soft, comfortable cotton wool that seemed to surround her.
"Hey, man, relax, my girlfriend's just had a little too much. Chill the fuck out, OK? Man, what's your problem?"
The other voice sounded like Ryan. Oh, I love Ryan. He's so nice. I wish he could take me to bed with him.
"What the fuck do you mean, your girlfriend? This is my stepsister, you fucking creep!"
Sophia felt like a pinball bouncing around a table. The arm beneath her vanished and another one replaced it, but not before she felt something hit her head, hard. I didn't really hurt, but she could hear the bang. She struggled to open her eyes a little, and found she was looking up from the floor. Everyone seemed like giants looming over her. Ryan looked mad, and the guy with the beard and the beanie looked kinda scared. He started running for the door, but Ryan reached out with a long, muscular arm and grabbed his jacket by the collar. Why doesn't everyone just chill out? Relax, Ryan, relax.
There was some kind of struggle, but she couldn't really make out what was going on. It was like watching a Japanese game show or something. The stage looked familiar, but the language was all kinda messed up and confusing. Nothing made much sense, but it was fun to watch.
Ryan's friend reached into the beard guy's jacket as Ryan held onto his shoulders, and when his hand came out he was holding some little things, showing them to Ryan. They were white. He looked just as mad as Ryan.
"Hey, I have a prescription for those! Put 'em back, you crazy fuck!" The beard guy was yelling now, but it wasn't like Ryan's yelling. His voice came out all high pitched and squeaky, and his eyes were real wide like saucers. He looked funny.
"Are you fucking kidding me? How much did you give her?" Ryan's face was all red, and he shook the beard guy like a doll.
"Sophia, can you hear me honey? Come on honey, wake up." There was a pretty blond girl looking down at her. Her hair tickled Sophia's nose. She liked it, but the girl was too loud, and she was shaking her too hard. Sophia just wanted to sleep.
Ryan was hitting the beard guy now. His friend jumped in and tried to pull him back, but Ryan was too strong. The beard guy fell to the floor next to Sophia. His eyes were closed real tight and he was curled up in a ball, but Ryan didn't stop until the big barman jumped in the way.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The beard guy started yelling, with spit spraying from his lips. Blood was pouring out of his nose and mixing with the beard. Sophia thought it made it look better. She liked big, jolly red beards. "I just gave her one, OK?! She'll be fine!" He must be talking about the beer. She felt bad for the beard guy, because she knew she'd had more than just that one beer. It wasn't his fault she was drunk.
The barman pulled the beard guy from the ground by his hair and dragged him to the door. The beard guy tried to grab at the barman's arm, and he was screaming. Maybe he was upset about losing his hat.
Ryan was there now, sitting next to her. She couldn't really hear what he was saying anymore, but it was nice and peaceful. She liked him better when he wasn't hitting the beard guy.
I love Ryan. He's so nice. I wish he could take me to bed with him.
*
Pink.
That was the first word that came to mind. Everything was pink. Categorically pink. Overwhelmingly, undeniably pink.
Sophia closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them again the pinkness remained. As her vision swam into focus, though, it all became a little clearer. She was looking at a pink pillowcase, a pink duvet and pink wallpaper, and somewhere between her blurry eyes and the wall was a row of pink soft toys, bunnies and teddy bears, all staring at her with
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