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Bianca
Chimesringfrommyphone, alerting me that the first twenty minutes of sunbathing are over. I tap the Restart button and sit up to flip onto my stomach, but stop midway and carefully set my oversized, cat-eye sunglasses with cute rhinestones at the tips on my stepmom’s teak side table.
I’m more worried about scratching her precious table than ruining my glasses. I don’t have the funds to replace either.
Cranking the space heater up, I sip my celebratory sparkling cider and take in the penthouse balcony view of the mountains. The snow-capped peaks mimic the puffy clouds set against the crystal blue sky. Sunbathing in December may not be my brightest idea, but I’m determined to stand on stage at tonight’s auction with bright sun-kissed cheeks.
Both sets.
Hopefully, my stepbrothers find out about the second set tonight.
Bottoms up for the next twenty minutes, then a long, warm, bubbly soaker bath before my deep dive beauty prep for tonight’s auction at the sex club.
The freshman fifteen makes me slightly conscious of my belly as I settle in to sun my buns. I tug the bottom of my suit into my crack for better exposure and unhook my top. The warmth of the sun on my body is pure joy.
Can I be as lucky as the women who participated in last year’s auction? They all ended up in reverse harem relationships with billionaires. One of the women weighs heavily on my mind since her stepbrothers bought her.
Will my stepbrothers accept the anonymous invitation I sent? Technically the auction isn’t for a relationship or even sex, but fantasies are king…and I’m their queen.
In reality, my world is falling apart. Or maybe it fell apart and is drumming its fingers on the table, like everyone else, waiting for me to quit being a disappointment and figure out how to put my life back together.
Loud voices and the crash of one wooden chair into another startle me from the next balcony.
“You’d be a fucking moron to think I’d do that, Sean,” my stepbrother Mark yells at one of my other two stepbrothers. All three of them live in the other penthouse. I imagine Mark shoving his long bangs to the side so the full extent of his ire can beam from his eyes.
My arm extends reflexively, my fingers tangling in my robe. There’s no actual worry about being seen, there’s a solid divider between the two balconies.
I’d welcome one of my fantasies playing out. My brothers would peek around the edge of the balcony and catch me—
Now isn’t the time. The garbled words I think I hear from inside their apartment have my full attention… ‘the invitation’ and ‘tonight’.
Did they figure out I’m in the auction? Is going to the auction the thing Mark would have to be a moron to do? Are they disgusted at the thought of bidding on me?
Me. Their emotional little stepsister who let a bad breakup derail her college classes. The immature girl who had to move in with the stepmom she despises. The pathetic sister who took a job as Santa’s helper because they were willing to hire me on the spot.
This is the exact opposite of how I imagined tonight going.
Unable to make out the words of the brother who’s still inside their penthouse, I let go of my robe, stand up, refasten my top, and tug the bottom of my bathing suit to a less invasive position.
With my ear pressed to the divider between the balconies, I strain to hear.
“You’re just an asshole,” Mark, the brother on the balcony says. Surely he’s not this upset at Sean. Aside from Sean’s friends-with-everyone nature, his baby face adds to his friendly demeanor.
Ugh! What did I miss? Is it time to abandon my stealth efforts and let them know I’m the one who sent the invitation? I bite my lower lip.
I don’t want them to bid on me out of pity. It’s not like I’d even benefit from the money since it goes to charity. I might actually have to donate four hours of my time to help the winner prepare for the holidays.
It’s a far cry from feeling desirable. I want to be loved. I want my stepbrothers. They’d be a safe way to lose my virginity.
More realistically, I want the fantasy. Saying something now could bring it crashing down. Silence is my best bet.
Their argument continues. “How bad would it piss off Frank?” That must be my confirmation that they know I’m in the auction. Carl’s the pensive brother, always crafting strategies, but what does he have against my dad?
“How long do you think it would take for rumors to surface?” Sean is in on the ulterior motives?
Is it too late to back out? Aurora and Cindy would kill me, but as I’m surrounded by luxury, I shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds me. I grab my phone and send a group text to my girlfriends:Might not make it tonight
