Stepbrother Bear - Complete (4 page)

CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

There was no sign of the bear. It was
as if he had completely vanished.

Aiden emerged
to the bodies of not one, but two wolves now, lying in the rubble. He stood
over them, looking down.

I didn’t
understand it.

How did he
get there?

“Who betrayed
me?” Aiden suddenly shouted at them. “Tell me who it was!”

He picked up
a nearby stick and started hitting them with it.

Only one of
the wolves moved. The other was either unconscious, or he was dead.

The wolf who
moved rolled over and morphed into the form of the second man. As he tried to
sit up, Aiden crouched behind him and put the stick underneath his throat.

“Tell me who
it was.”

“I don’t
know,” the man rasped.

“This is your
last chance.”

“I … There
was someone at the wedding. That’s all I know.”

“At the
wedding? What are you talking about?”

“They’re
working for the General. They were waiting for you to show up there. But I
don’t know who it was. Only the General does.”

“Does she
know where you are now?”

The man
nodded.

“What is your
window of report?”

“You have
about thirty minutes.”

Aiden gritted
his teeth together and then let the man fall back to the ground.

He stared up
at the window where I was watching.

I quickly
backed away.

Before I
could get anywhere near the lounge again, the front door was open and he was
trudging up the stairs.

He saw me
there. Trembling.

“Come on,” he
said. “We have to go now.”

“Where’s the
bear?” I asked.

He walked
across the carpet and stooped to picked up the fallen pistol. He tucked it in
his pocket.

“Did you hear
me?” I demanded. “Where’s the fucking bear?”

“Where do you
think?” Aiden shouted back, tears in his eyes. “I’m the bear, you idiot. I’m
the Goddamn bear.”

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

I nodded even though I didn’t really
get what he was saying. What I’d seen didn’t make sense. How could it? Then
again, I guess I wasn’t one to say I knew everything about the world. I just
didn’t think something like this was possible.

“You can’t
tell anyone,” Aiden said. “Not Mom or Dad. Not Lara. Nobody.”

“Well, aren’t
you going to tell them?” I replied.

“No!” Aiden
shouted. “No one can know about this!”

I took a step
towards him. “How did it happen?”

“Does it
matter?” he shot back. “You weren’t there. None of you were there.”

“Was it …
something to do with military school?”

Aiden
sniggered. “You still think I went to military school? After all these years
they never told you the truth…”

“What truth?”

“It was a
research lab. They wanted to find out what was wrong with me. Except there
wasn’t anything wrong – I was just fucked up because I didn’t have my real
father to look out for me anymore. You must know what that’s like at least. To
lose a parent.”

I nodded. “Go
on. What else happened?”

“For the
first six months, it was fine. But then there was a personnel change. People
from the government came in. And they started doing experiments…”

I took
another step towards him. The blue eyes of the bear inside him flashed out at
me.

“Do you know
why they’re after you?”

“Why do you
think? No one wants their secrets getting out.”

I was
standing right in front of him now. I reached out and touched his chest. “Why
did they do it to you? What are you for?”

“I’m a new
kind of soldier,” Aiden whispered. “But I don’t want to fight his war.”

His eyes
lowered. Looking down at me.

“I’ll never
see you again after tonight,” he said.

“Never?”

“Ever.”

He suddenly
grabbed a hold of me and pulled me into his body. Every fiber of my being was
stunned, but in retrospect I should have seen it coming.

This was
something that was always coming.

His firm
hands found my backside and he squeezed my buttocks gently.

My lips
parted, about to say something, but he shook his head at me.

No.

No words will
do.

He pulled my
dress up from underneath me, all the way over and off my head. A spine-tingling
rush surged through my veins, and then he placed his left hand to my throat,
and his right through my hair.

I let my
eyelids close.

I felt him
pulling me upward. All the way to his mouth.

Then he
pressed down.

And we
kissed.

CHAPTER
FIFTEEN

Ooh…

This isn’t
right. This can’t be good.

What am I
doing here?

But it was
him doing it to me. And it didn’t start with him stripping me down and forcing
my lips to his. This had been going on for so long. The love-hate relationship
we were playing. We even did it back then, years ago. He was such a bastard to
me. But that’s the only way he could get my attention. The only way to make me
think about him. And imagine things.

The
imagination can certainly be, a wonderful thing…

As our kiss
ended, I was sure for a minute that that was going to be it. Wow. What a
mistake we had just made. What were we thinking? Were we out of our minds?

Then his
jacket hit the floor and he ripped off his shirt.

His body was
so hard. It was like a machine. My fingernails, gently weaving lines all over
it, feeling every indentation, every curve. He must have gone through so much
pain to get as strong as he was. So much endurance. So much torture.

His head
dropped to my waist and he began kissing my stomach – softly, softly, softer…

Then hard.

He ripped my
underwear away with his teeth and jammed his tongue into my clit to give me a
moment of stimulation. My fingers fell into the short bristles on his head.
Sharp at the ends. But so gentle side to side.

He picked up
then in both of his hands and dumped me on the rug in the middle of the lounge.

I helped him
with his jeans as he staggered down on me, and afterward my bra was removed.

The eyes of
the bear watched me as we lay naked together.

But Aiden’s
eyes watched me too.

His face
twisted, as if conflicted with an instance of hate. For a moment the look
frightened me.

But then it
changed, and I saw the lust over take him. He rammed his cock into me without
any shred of restraint, and it went deeper into me than even he expected,
because I was that wet.

I won’t deny,
it was a feeling I’d had like no other. I wasn’t a virgin exactly, but this was
the first extra large sized cock I’d taken. Every part of me was filled, and he
still had more to give. I was taken by the feeling, crushed by his passion over
me, but there was no way I could shake the notion that it was he, Aiden that
was fucking me.

And I knew as
it was happening, that I still didn’t fully understand his heart.

For one small
smile to touch his lips, one wicked stare out his peripherals, and I knew that
this too was all part of his game over me. To fuck with my head. To make my
life hell.

But at the
same time, he could have loved me in the way my heart wanted to love him.

It was just
the not knowing that really defined us.

We weren’t
friends. We weren’t enemies.

He was my
brother.

I was his
sister.

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

Just when it was getting really good
and awesome, and both of us were getting closer to our own orgasms, bright
white lights moved over the kitchen window. I looked into Aiden’s eyes, his
expression one of confusion because he had yet to see them.

“Stop,” I
whispered.

“What?” he
snapped at me.

“The people
are here for you.”

His head
jerked back in alarm, and then he jumped off me.

I sat up, my
body shaking. Feeling loved and rejected all at the same time.

“This is all
your fault,” he said to me. “If you hadn’t touched me –”

“Hey, fuck
off you bastard,” I yelled back.

He crouched
grabbed hold of my dress. He threw it to me.

“Put it on,”
he said.

As I was
doing so, Aiden rushed to the window to peer out whilst pulling up his jeans.

Then he
turned back at me. “Go downstairs. Hide in one of the rooms. Hope they don’t
find you.”

“What about
you?” I replied.

“Will you
just do it?”

“No,” I said
rushing over to him. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“Stop that talk!”
he shouted at me. “This means nothing! This is all in your head! It never
happened!”

Banging at
the front door.

“Go!” he
shouted.

I let go of
him and ran in the direction he ordered.

Before I even
got to the room, I could hear the sound of glass being smashed and Aiden crying
out.

I didn’t know
what was happening.

If they were
attacking him. If he was fighting or allowing it to happen.

Trying to not
make my sobs any louder than they were, I climbed into one of the bedroom
closets and closed the door behind me.

And then I
waited.

Ten minutes
later, and there wasn’t a sound to be heard in the house. I quietly opened up
the cupboard door and walked back up towards the stairs. No sign of Aiden in
the kitchen or lounge room. No sign of anyone.

I looked out
the window and saw that the gate was standing wide open. Aiden’s bike was still
in the driveway, but the two men who had first attacked him had vanished.

Whoever that
was after Aiden had come from here and taken him.

“Oh…” I said,
trying to hold it together.

What was I to
do now? Just forget about him? Believe that he hated me, and that he should be
abandoned all over again.

I shook my
head violently. I wanted to scream.

Eventually I
straightened myself up.

 “I’ll find
you sweet brother,” I whispered through the broken window. “I don’t know how. I
don’t know what I’m going to have to do. But I’m going to find you.”

Because even
though we might still hate each other…

I knew he
would do the same for me.

PART TWO

CHAPTER ONE

I’d seen Aiden die a dozen and a half
times before today. Suicides. Fake ones. Now that we’re all grown up and far
away from that, it sounds so ridiculous in my head. Like it never happened. But
there we were one Saturday afternoon arguing over who kicked the ball over the
neighbor’s fence. I wasn’t even out in the yard when it happened, let alone
playing with the ball. But Aiden demanded I was the one to go to Mom and Dad
and say I was sorry. He wanted me to take the blame for what he did.

It was really
weird for me at the time. The argument was weird. Aiden didn’t believe I kicked
the ball over the fence, nor did he pretend to. He was just absolutely furious
with me that I wouldn’t do what he wanted. Like, for me to be a good sister to
him, I should just put my hand up and take the blame for any of his mistakes.
Perhaps he figured I wouldn’t get into as much trouble as he would.

About an hour
after I refused to do what he wanted, I walked into the bathroom to find him in
the bath covered in dark red liquid. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving.
On the counter behind his head there was a large knife with what appeared to be
blood on it.

I screamed.

High pitched,
top of my lungs, this is the end of the world, type of scream. I was in such
shock that backing out of room I tripped over and fell to the ground, in a
distraught mess.

About ten
seconds later, before anyone had even responded to my cries, Aiden was getting
out of the bath and trying himself off with a towel. Completely fine. A-Okay.

“Aiden…” I
gasped in surprise.

He looked
down at me, his face twisted into a dark, begrudging stare.

“One day it
will happen,” he told me. “One day you’re going to hurt my feelings so much it
kills me.”

And he left
me on the floor with that.

It was a
whole month later before he started speaking to me again.

By that time
I’d almost forgotten about the incident. It wouldn’t be the last time he’d do
that to me. Sometimes because he had a message he wanted to share.

Sometimes
just for kicks.

With each
time though, his control over my psyche became more entrenched.

Until the day
he went away.

And we never
saw him again…