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Authors: Linda Barlow, Alana Albertson
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Sir?”
Shit, shit, shit! Even before this latest mess, what must he have thought of me? Just another ho. Only this particular ho was about to become his stepsister. He probably figured my dad was just as empty headed and sex obsessed as I’d appeared to be. Why would he expect my father to treat his Mom right, when he clearly had such a shallow daughter?
And yet…and yet. Sex had felt so right between us. It had been different, special. It had felt as if we were meant to find each other and be together.
Yeah, right. Stop it, brain! Someone turn a hose of cold water on me.
By the time I’d gotten back to the hotel, my father and my new stepmother—I nearly gagged at the thought—were nowhere to be seen. Fine. I got in my car and drove back to my apartment. Somehow I had to learn to live with having a stepmother.
And a stepbrother I had fucked and, deep in the darkest part of my heart, wanted to fuck again.
Chapter 14—Cassie
December seemed to crawl along. Molly was staying for Christmas. And New Year’s. Damn. She was practically living here.
She kept trying to be friendly and I kept trying to tread the thin line between being tolerant and polite to her and fleeing the situation at top speed.
I didn’t want to hurt Dad’s feelings, but watching him planning his wedding to another woman really got my panties scrunched. Even if she hadn’t been Shane’s mother, it would have been hard for me. The only Mom I was ever going to have died when I was a freshman in college. My dad had been so broken up about it that I’d had to do most of the funeral arrangements myself. He couldn’t stop crying. I’d never seen my dad cry before. All I’d wanted to do back then was collapse and howl myself, but someone had to keep it together, and I’m not quite sure how that someone had turned out to be me.
Maybe I hadn’t forgiven him for that yet.
I don’t know.
Or maybe I couldn’t forgive the idea that he could be in love when my own grief for Mom had been made raw all over again. I couldn’t deal with the thought of him standing up in church with Molly and pledging to love her for the rest of his life. If he was so desperate for companionship and sex and stuff, why couldn’t he just bone her? That would be private and none of my business.
This past year, when I knew he was seeing her, I’d ignored it. Denied it. Who the hell wants to think about their father having sex? But now I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.
Especially since it was obvious that Dad was getting a whole lot more sex than I was. The only man I wanted was now forbidden to me.
Despite all my good resolutions, my stupid brain remained fixated on Shane. Every time I got myself off with my trusty BOB, all I could envision was him.
Not that Mr. Fuck Me, Babe even cared.
As it turned out, it wasn’t going to be a big wedding. They decided to do some intimate thing down in Baja… just the family. Dad and Molly were going to sail Dad’s boat from San Diego to Cabo in Mexico, have the ceremony at a little church where an old friend of Molly’s was now the priest, and then cruise back for their honeymoon.
The wedding would be right after New Years, before Dad and I headed back to school after winter break. Shane and I were expected to show up and Dad had offered to pay for our plane tickets. But I didn’t think Shane even knew about the plans. I’d overheard Molly, practically in tears on the phone with him, trying to get him to make a little time in his busy schedule to talk to her.
Asshole. Yeah, I didn’t like it either, but at least I was trying to be nice about it. If people fell in love, they fell in love. There was nothing Mr. Super SEAL could do about that.
Suck it up, Sand-Boy.
Chapter 15—Shane
I ran on the beach to Mr. Bennings’ mansion. On Ocean Boulevard. He had a fucking house on Ocean Boulevard. What the fuck did he want with my mom?
I’d been too busy for this full mind fuck since dinner at the Del. My
Shit, shit, shit! Even before this latest mess, what must he have thought of me? Just another ho. Only this particular ho was about to become his stepsister. He probably figured my dad was just as empty headed and sex obsessed as I’d appeared to be. Why would he expect my father to treat his Mom right, when he clearly had such a shallow daughter?
And yet…and yet. Sex had felt so right between us. It had been different, special. It had felt as if we were meant to find each other and be together.
Yeah, right. Stop it, brain! Someone turn a hose of cold water on me.
By the time I’d gotten back to the hotel, my father and my new stepmother—I nearly gagged at the thought—were nowhere to be seen. Fine. I got in my car and drove back to my apartment. Somehow I had to learn to live with having a stepmother.
And a stepbrother I had fucked and, deep in the darkest part of my heart, wanted to fuck again.
Chapter 14—Cassie
December seemed to crawl along. Molly was staying for Christmas. And New Year’s. Damn. She was practically living here.
She kept trying to be friendly and I kept trying to tread the thin line between being tolerant and polite to her and fleeing the situation at top speed.
I didn’t want to hurt Dad’s feelings, but watching him planning his wedding to another woman really got my panties scrunched. Even if she hadn’t been Shane’s mother, it would have been hard for me. The only Mom I was ever going to have died when I was a freshman in college. My dad had been so broken up about it that I’d had to do most of the funeral arrangements myself. He couldn’t stop crying. I’d never seen my dad cry before. All I’d wanted to do back then was collapse and howl myself, but someone had to keep it together, and I’m not quite sure how that someone had turned out to be me.
Maybe I hadn’t forgiven him for that yet.
I don’t know.
Or maybe I couldn’t forgive the idea that he could be in love when my own grief for Mom had been made raw all over again. I couldn’t deal with the thought of him standing up in church with Molly and pledging to love her for the rest of his life. If he was so desperate for companionship and sex and stuff, why couldn’t he just bone her? That would be private and none of my business.
This past year, when I knew he was seeing her, I’d ignored it. Denied it. Who the hell wants to think about their father having sex? But now I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.
Especially since it was obvious that Dad was getting a whole lot more sex than I was. The only man I wanted was now forbidden to me.
Despite all my good resolutions, my stupid brain remained fixated on Shane. Every time I got myself off with my trusty BOB, all I could envision was him.
Not that Mr. Fuck Me, Babe even cared.
As it turned out, it wasn’t going to be a big wedding. They decided to do some intimate thing down in Baja… just the family. Dad and Molly were going to sail Dad’s boat from San Diego to Cabo in Mexico, have the ceremony at a little church where an old friend of Molly’s was now the priest, and then cruise back for their honeymoon.
The wedding would be right after New Years, before Dad and I headed back to school after winter break. Shane and I were expected to show up and Dad had offered to pay for our plane tickets. But I didn’t think Shane even knew about the plans. I’d overheard Molly, practically in tears on the phone with him, trying to get him to make a little time in his busy schedule to talk to her.
Asshole. Yeah, I didn’t like it either, but at least I was trying to be nice about it. If people fell in love, they fell in love. There was nothing Mr. Super SEAL could do about that.
Suck it up, Sand-Boy.
Chapter 15—Shane
I ran on the beach to Mr. Bennings’ mansion. On Ocean Boulevard. He had a fucking house on Ocean Boulevard. What the fuck did he want with my mom?
I’d been too busy for this full mind fuck since dinner at the Del. My
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