Underneath that perfectly coiffed Neiman Marcus look, she’s a nasty fucking slut ready to spread her legs and let any dude with a dick defile the shit out of her.
I could do things to her that would make you raise your eyebrows.
But I’m so over it. It’s not new.
I’m just about to answer her but from the look on my face I know she can tell she’s going to be shot down. That’s why when the light turns green and she drives off without a word. For a minute I think about following her—maybe jotting down her license plate, getting in a car and finding her, but then my phone rings and I see it's Daniel calling. I guess I need to take a rain check. I can’t get distracted; I’m only here for a couple of days. Besides, there'll be plenty of girls like her in Bali.
I love being back home. Yes, the weather’s fucking hot, but the girls are even hotter.
I take a right down to the house, wondering what the big drama is. It's not every day that I get called back home. Daniel, my stepdad, was married to my mom when I was little. I used to call him Dad until my mom died and he married Clara, my new stepmom. I never liked her, wild and unpredictable, and of course I didn't fucking like the fact that my mom was being replaced so soon. Besides, Clara was a drug addict, and after only one year she bailed out on him.
As soon as I walk up to the house, I take a deep breath and call out, "home sweet home." I drop my bag from my shoulder and can feel a trickle of sweat running down the middle of my back
I look around the driveway before walking into the house. Daniel’s car isn’t here, which I find strange, seeing as he was calling me only a few minutes ago. I suppose I should call him back, but I just want to dump my things inside first and get out of this heat.
My stepsister Karen’s car is in the drive. Strange; I didn’t know that she would be here too. I thought that it would be only Daniel and I.My stepsister is crazy about her boyfriend Zach, even though everyone knows that he can’t keep his dick in his pants. I tried warning her once and she nearly bit my head off. Lesson learned. Now I keep my fucking mouth shut.Then again, I did see on her Facebook profile recently that she had posted a photo of him getting a BJ from some other chick. Sucks to be him right now … or her I guess.
But she can't say I didn't warn her.
I'm sure Karen will forgive him. She's always fucking covering for Zach. It's a crazy kind of denial. She seems to turn a blind eye to everything else that he does. But maybe I've been wrong. Maybe she never knew about any of this until now. Or maybe love really is blind.
I wouldn’t know, because falling in love is the last thing I’ll ever do. Fuck that. I saw the way Daniel fell apart when Mom died, and he wasn’t much better when Clara kept running off. There's one thing I know for sure: love is a losing game. You can fucking quote me on that too.
I take my time entering the house. I’m just about to go to my room, when I decide to head to the kitchen. Fuck, I’m dying for a drink, so I dump my bag by the stairs. It was a longer walk that I remembered it being, and I hate sitting in a car sometimes because I feel as if I’m driving in a cage or something; I prefer to move around, take in the natural breeze and surroundings when I can. But today, with these California temperatures, I'm thinking that was a mistake. I should've drove. There was nothing but hot air and oppressive sun beating down on me
I’m in the kitchen just about ready to grab a cold beer from the fridge when I see Karen. She's sunbathing by the pool. I wonder if she came here because she caught Zach with another girl. After seeing her Facebook post, I'm fucking dying to hear what happened. But the temptation to stand here and admire her body while sipping on a beer is strong, even though we’re officially family. Fuck, has she filled out or something? I don't ever remember her looking this fucking hot. She's wearing a bikini, lying in a reclined patio chair, a mixture of sweat and sunshine bouncing off the tops of her tits. I turn away thinking that I shouldn't be watching her sunbathe; she's my fucking stepsister!
I close my eyes and move closer to the porch door like a moth to a light bulb. I don’t even realize that I’m staring, but suddenly she is standing up and looking directly at me.
She waves to me, "Hey!"
Fuck. I need to adjust my cock; it’s on full alert as I look at Karen.
I open the door. "What are you doing here?"
I don’t know why I said that. This is her home too. She’s nothing but a sweet temptation. It’s as if her boobs are screaming fucking "squeeze me" and somehow her waist is more pronounced. Then again, I’ve never seen her in a swimsuit before, let alone a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.
"I live here silly! I could say the same thing about you." She smiles, her hands on her hips. "Why don’t you come and join me?"
Fuck, when did she get so feisty? I realize as I awkwardly reposition myself that my dick’s pointing like a radar mast in her direction.
"Oh you mean sunbathe?"
She takes off her sunglasses, raising an eyebrow, "What did you think I meant?"
You don’t want to know. You’re my stepsister, and I just got home. This is too much to take in at once. Then again, she just split up with Zach, so maybe she’s feeling lonely.
I blurt out, "Sorry about that thing with Zach."
She doesn’t even blink an eye after I mention his name.
"Good riddance to that asshole!"
Wow, I wasn’t expecting her to say that about the love of her life. Maybe he wasn’t that much of a boyfriend after all. Then again, her not-so-subtle message about him coming too quickly made it clear that he didn’t satisfy her in the bedroom. Maybe…
Stop. This is fucking crazy. She’s my fucking stepsister.
But…