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Stepsister. Kind of. Doesn’t mean you can’t tap that.
No, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what it means. It would cause a big fucking problem in the happy little family Mom is trying to create. A new, very happy little family.
Thinking about the way Evelyn looked at me the other night—pale and stricken with horror—makes me wonder if I can have a little fun with the situation. Not the kind of fun I really want to have, but beggars can’t be choosers.
“Are you ready?” Mom’s voice is so damn excited it causes dread to fill me. She really does seem different this time around. I hope it lasts. She normally doesn’t marry the guy she’s with, so that is new. I just can’t shake the thought that it’s going to bite her, and me, on the ass. It’s already haunting me in the form of a blonde bombshell that is out of my league and now family. Mom gives my arm a squeeze, her eyes full of understanding as she promises, “It’s going to be different this time. You’ll see. Jerry is a good man and I love him.”
“Okay,” I mutter and step away.
I hate the way her smile falls a little, but I’ve learned caution is warranted when it comes to Mom and her love life. Some of the guys in her past were worse than others. There was one who was abusive when I was 13. I’m the one who had to put a stop to that shit. It changed something inside of me and it’s been harder to look at Mom the same way since.
I know she loves me and would do anything for me, but she’ll also do anything to make herself happy. Hell, she fucking eloped with Jerry and got married without telling me about it first. I knew they were a couple, but marriage?
It seems like it’s all moved way too fucking fast, and now I have a sister.
Stepsister. Kind of.
I shudder and climb behind the wheel of the moving truck while Mom gets into her car, one which has seen better days and should probably find a home in a junk yard somewhere.
The drive over to Jerry’s house isn’t all that long. It always surprises me how you can cross over one street, and everything can look so different. Bigger houses, maintained yards, expensive cars. It changes in an instant and you’re not at all prepared for it.
Mom told me Jerry is a lawyer which is certainly a step-up from any of the other guys she’s dated before. Maybe it was fate that took him into the restaurant where Mom is a waitress. Maybe I’m just too jaded to be willing to see it.
Because I sure as fuck can’t say its fate bringing Evelyn into my life this way. The girl I’ve crushed on for years and have tormented because there’s no way she would allow me to touch her. The girl I’ve watched and belittled. The girl everything in me screams for while I make her face contort in desolation.
I’m a fucking bastard.
Mom is all loved up with Jerry while I start to move our shit into the house. We didn’t bring any of our furniture, which I’m grateful for, and only needed the smallest fucking moving truck they had. Still, I’m surprised as hell when Evelyn helps to carry in some boxes, her hesitant navy gaze meeting mine every now and again.
We work without talking but there’s something soothing about being around her. I want to soak it up, but I know it’s not for me. It’ll never be for me. Especially not now. She’s family.
The fuck she is. Only on paper and what if this thing between Mom and Jerry doesn’t last. She’s ours.
I shake my head as I close the back of the truck. It’s loud as fuck and it feels like I’m closing the door on a whole lot more than a cavernous space where our belongings once sat.
It’s maybe an hour later when Jerry drops me off at our old apartment so I can ride my bike, the one I’ve been restoring slowly with the help of the guys at work, back to his house. When I pull up, most of the lights in the house are on and it feels like I’m intruding. The van is no longer out front, since dropping it off was part of the plan when I was getting my bike.
It feels so final now.
I trudge up the steps of the house I have no right to be in and then up the stairs to my room without anyone seeing me. I kind of hate this house. There’s no warmth to it and it doesn’t match what I know about Jerry at all. He’s always smiling. Or, maybe, that’s because he’s with Mom? I hope that’s the case for her sake.
When I get to Evelyn’s room, the door is slightly ajar, and I can hear the shower running. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and step inside.
There are a few pictures on a little cork board above her dresser, my feet taking me closer as my heart thuds in my chest because she looks so fucking happy with her friends. I’ve never seen her smile at me that way and it pisses me off. I hate the thought of her smiling for another guy.
It makes me want to roar and rip into someone. I don’t know who, but someone.
One of her drawers is a little bit open and when I glance in my cock goes so hard it takes my breath away. It’s her panty drawer. Her fucking panty drawer.
I slide it open, not giving a single fuck if she’s still in the shower or not. The majority of her panties are simple cotton with a few lacy cheeky style panties. Those are a little fancier, but they aren’t super sexy. They look like they’re for comfort.
Somehow that’s even sexier to me. The knowledge that she’s not wearing her panties to impress some dick makes me happy when I shouldn’t care.
I shouldn’t, but I do.
As I slide my hand toward the back, my finger snags on a string and I give a little tug. The barely there red g-string that comes out of her drawer has me gasping. At least, I think I let out a gasp.
“What are you doing?”
