Devil's Brotherhood: A MC Romance (Devil's Riders Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

girls cry. He was absolutely awful. So when he left home to go to Europe I was happy and hoped I would never see him again. It had almost come to that as I had just graduated high school and it was the summer before I was to go to college. I almost got away with going to college and never seeing him.
     
    Now after years of living with out being jerked around, he was suddenly back at our house. I was very mad that he was back. Though, I had never expected that he would show up a new man and would make me feel the way he did. What happened was the most shameful and erotic experience of my young life. I still think about it and it still gets me wet followed by feelings of guilt. It’s complicated, but what I let my stepbrother do to my body was something that I would never take back.
     
    Our house was in a neighborhood where the houses were spread very far apart. It was almost a mix between a rural setting and a suburban setting. The nearest neighbor’s house was at the end of our street. You could see the house from our porch but you could never hear them. There were a few more houses in this section all spread out very far and the roads were small and narrow. We had a very large back lot for our yard that went far into the back and was very private. We didn’t have a fence, but there was enough trees and brush to make a natural fence. Out on the street there were small dirt paths instead of sidewalks and there were very few streetlights. Town was about six miles away, but it was far enough to not hear any traffic from the highway that ran through it.
     
    Our house stood almost isolated from the rest of the houses but not quite. We had a large wooden porch that wrapped around the entire house. It was an old house in the Victorian style and it was very large at two stories. You could be in one part of the house and not know what was going on in the other side of the house, or other floor. In other words, it was easy to get away with secretive behavior. Something that I would be grateful for in the coming days, and I had never thought could be useful.
     
    Today was the day my stepbrother Jon was coming home and I hid in my room the whole day. I wanted to enjoy my isolation from him as much as possible. I did not want to be anywhere near him and I would spend as much time in my room as possible. I planned on pretty much camping out in my room or at my friend Melanie’s house. I tested the new lock on my door to make sure that it worked. This time I would lock Jon out of my room. He would not be coming to me in the middle of the night, or so that’s what I had planned. I was wrong.
     
    I picked up the phone and called my best friend Melanie.
     
    “Is he there yet?” she asked.
     
    “No, not yet. He’s not coming until later tonight I think. Like really late. I hope I’m already asleep and won’t have to deal with it until tomorrow.”
     
    “Yes he was a complete shit to us. You should be the one to pull pranks on him this time,” Melanie said.
     
    “I don’t care enough about him to torment him. I just want to do my own thing.”
     
    We continued talking about her latest dating tragedy. I was laying on my bed in nothing but a tank top and my panties. My long blonde hair was down to my waist and I always wore lots of dark eyeliner and mascara on my blue eyes. No one was ever in this section of the house so I always left the door wide open. I felt someone come into my doorway. I looked over and saw Jon standing there, but he didn’t look anything like my stepbrother.
     
    I sat up quickly and covered my panties with a pillow, “Um, hello? Who the fuck are you?”
     
    He laughed. It only made me angrier.
     
    “You always weren’t very smart were you runt,” he said.
    I knew immediately. It was Jon. I couldn’t believe my eyes though. He was no longer the lanky kid that I knew. He was a tall and robust man. I snapped out of the thoughts I was having and narrowed my eyes at him. I grabbed my pillow and