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she asked.
“Life,” I responded in the most serious tone I could muster up. “It’s just amusing how fate has brought us together.”
“Right. Whatever.” Sasha rolled her eyes and started walking downstairs.
I followed suit, trying to hide the smile that was playing on my lips. I carefully steered Sasha past the kitchen so no one would tell her she looked like a bloodhound, and then we got into my car.
I revved up the engine, still grinning, and started driving towards our college campus. I could feel Sasha’s burning gaze on me, but I didn’t say a word. I wanted her to come out of her shell a little first.
“So, what’s your major?” she asked me after several minutes had passed. I grinned to myself. I’d broken her will to be silent, she’d spoken up, and things felt slightly more normal now.
“I’m pre-law. Now you know why I tend to argue everything,” I said.
She snorted.
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“I should’ve known,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re going to be a vicious legal shark in no time.”
“I’m going into environmental law,” I told her calmly. It felt so good to mess with her, and I loved seeing her squirm. “Save the planet, that kind of thing.”
“Oh,” she replied, sounding surprised; like it was such a huge shock that I wasn’t some sort of stereotypical jock. “That’s...actually nice.”
“What’s yours?” I asked, looking at her as we stopped at a red light.
“Psychology,” she said a little shyly.
“Cool,” I told her, flashing a grin. “Maybe you can treat me one day. You know, for my severe medical condition where I sleepwalk and shoot people. Or was it stab? I’d have to ask Chelsea, although she probably won’t return my texts ever again.”
She snorted, and we shared a conspiratorial look. “Yeah,” she giggled. “Sorry about that. You kind of deserved it, though.”
“Well, maybe my Dad should’ve pranked me instead of you,” I replied.
Sasha gave me a blank look in return. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, I wanted to get back at him that night,” I explained. “He never told me he got married, let alone invited me. Anyway, he hates Chelsea and her family, seeing as they’re his political opposition, so I brought her along just to piss him off. She’s not really my girlfriend. She’s just kinda crazy and tells everyone we’re dating, but she knows we’re not.”
A short silence followed, after which Sasha looked at me, puzzled. “I thought she was your girlfriend, and she was there so you could make fun of me.”
“Nope,” I said, giving her a side-eyed glance. “I didn’t even know you’d be there.”
“Oh,” she said in a small voice. I could tell realization was dawning on her. She’d initially thought I’d known she was my stepsister, and she’d thought I was just messing with her at the dinner. Now that she knew the truth, maybe this could change something between us, and we could go back to being tentative friends like we’d been when we’d made up after our class argument the other week.
Or maybe we could be something more than friends.
“Here we are,” I told her as I parked on campus. “You need me to walk you to class?”
“Um…okay, sure,” she said. Oh, so the ice princess had melted a little bit. Good job, me . “That might be nice.”
Then she smiled at me, and I nearly lost it at the sight of her blood-red teeth. I could’ve told her right then and there, but it was so damn funny. She seemed like a good sport, anyway. Stifling my laughter, I got out of the car and opened her door, and then I walked her over to the building where her women’s studies class was.
We said our goodbyes and waved at each other, and I stared after her as she left, taking in her perfect curvy figure as my cock twitched in my jeans. She really was a stunner. It was a goddamned shame that I was technically related to her now.
She looked over her shoulder once she reached
“Life,” I responded in the most serious tone I could muster up. “It’s just amusing how fate has brought us together.”
“Right. Whatever.” Sasha rolled her eyes and started walking downstairs.
I followed suit, trying to hide the smile that was playing on my lips. I carefully steered Sasha past the kitchen so no one would tell her she looked like a bloodhound, and then we got into my car.
I revved up the engine, still grinning, and started driving towards our college campus. I could feel Sasha’s burning gaze on me, but I didn’t say a word. I wanted her to come out of her shell a little first.
“So, what’s your major?” she asked me after several minutes had passed. I grinned to myself. I’d broken her will to be silent, she’d spoken up, and things felt slightly more normal now.
“I’m pre-law. Now you know why I tend to argue everything,” I said.
She snorted.
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“I should’ve known,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re going to be a vicious legal shark in no time.”
“I’m going into environmental law,” I told her calmly. It felt so good to mess with her, and I loved seeing her squirm. “Save the planet, that kind of thing.”
“Oh,” she replied, sounding surprised; like it was such a huge shock that I wasn’t some sort of stereotypical jock. “That’s...actually nice.”
“What’s yours?” I asked, looking at her as we stopped at a red light.
“Psychology,” she said a little shyly.
“Cool,” I told her, flashing a grin. “Maybe you can treat me one day. You know, for my severe medical condition where I sleepwalk and shoot people. Or was it stab? I’d have to ask Chelsea, although she probably won’t return my texts ever again.”
She snorted, and we shared a conspiratorial look. “Yeah,” she giggled. “Sorry about that. You kind of deserved it, though.”
“Well, maybe my Dad should’ve pranked me instead of you,” I replied.
Sasha gave me a blank look in return. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, I wanted to get back at him that night,” I explained. “He never told me he got married, let alone invited me. Anyway, he hates Chelsea and her family, seeing as they’re his political opposition, so I brought her along just to piss him off. She’s not really my girlfriend. She’s just kinda crazy and tells everyone we’re dating, but she knows we’re not.”
A short silence followed, after which Sasha looked at me, puzzled. “I thought she was your girlfriend, and she was there so you could make fun of me.”
“Nope,” I said, giving her a side-eyed glance. “I didn’t even know you’d be there.”
“Oh,” she said in a small voice. I could tell realization was dawning on her. She’d initially thought I’d known she was my stepsister, and she’d thought I was just messing with her at the dinner. Now that she knew the truth, maybe this could change something between us, and we could go back to being tentative friends like we’d been when we’d made up after our class argument the other week.
Or maybe we could be something more than friends.
“Here we are,” I told her as I parked on campus. “You need me to walk you to class?”
“Um…okay, sure,” she said. Oh, so the ice princess had melted a little bit. Good job, me . “That might be nice.”
Then she smiled at me, and I nearly lost it at the sight of her blood-red teeth. I could’ve told her right then and there, but it was so damn funny. She seemed like a good sport, anyway. Stifling my laughter, I got out of the car and opened her door, and then I walked her over to the building where her women’s studies class was.
We said our goodbyes and waved at each other, and I stared after her as she left, taking in her perfect curvy figure as my cock twitched in my jeans. She really was a stunner. It was a goddamned shame that I was technically related to her now.
She looked over her shoulder once she reached
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