Stepbrother Dearest

Keep the change, or rather, change into these. I’m guessing your current ones are a little wet.

It’s hard alright. God, I can’t get it out of my head!

Pierced mushroom head.

Shit.

“You’d better not have thrown them out!”

So, I should capitalize on that.”

What do you think, Elec?”
“What do I think about what?”
“What movie should Greta see on her date with Bentley?”
He ignored her question and looked at me. “That dude’s a fucknut.”
He started to walk away, but Victoria called after him. “Hey, Elec…”
He turned around.
“Would you want to join? I mean…we could go with them. It might be fun. Like a double date.”
He chuckled and just stared at her for the longest time with a look that screamed, not a chance.
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He turned to me with a malicious grin. “Why not?”
Why not?
“Because it’s my date. I don’t want anyone else tagging along.”
“It would really upset you if I went?”
“Yes, actually.”
He looked over at Victoria. “In that case, I’d love to go.”

That night, we shared another bowl of ice cream and played the game until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I even managed to kill Elec off two out of the 17 times we played. Even though he didn’t really open up to me, the gaming sessions seemed to be his own special way of saying he didn’t find my company deplorable anymore and that maybe, he even enjoyed it

Are you coming to play or what?

Greta: I wasn’t going to.

Elec: Bring some ass cream too and put extra Snickers in it.

“If you won’t leave, by all means, have a seat.”
“I have no desire to sit on your dirty bed.”
“Is that because you’d rather sit on my dirty face?”

I got up from my bed in a huff and walked right into his room without knocking. He was playing a video game and didn’t even look at me. “I really need to get a lock on that thing.”
My heart was racing. “Why are you such a fucking jerk?”
“Nice to see you, too, sis.” He patted the bed next to where he was sitting at the edge with his eyes still fixed on the game. “If you won’t leave, by all means, have a seat.”
“I have no desire to sit on your dirty bed.”
“Is that because you’d rather sit on my dirty face?”
My heart nearly stopped.
His mouth spread into a devious smile as he continued to play the game. He had rendered me speechless. In fact, I had rendered myself speechless, because as soon as the words “sit on my dirty face” came out of his mouth, I had the urge to cross my legs to curb my arousal. My vagina was a hopeless fool. The cruder he was, the stronger its attraction to him.
Instead of dignifying his question with a response, I looked around the room, headed straight for his drawers and began rummaging through his things. “Where’s my underwear?”
“I told you, they’re not in here.”
“I don’t believe you.”

Really? Two Amys? Will Amy #3 be coming tomorrow? What are you thinking?!

Elec: I’m thinking you’re wishing your name were Amy…“sister.”

Greta: Step! Stepsister.

Elec: Scramble the word step, you get PEST. step=pest.

Greta: You’re a moron.

Elec: You’re a pest