“Yes, dear,” Dad said. He never called me ‘dear’ but apparently being nice to me was part of this new dynamic we would have to get used to.
“So we’re all... family now?” I asked.
“Don’t worry sweetie,” Sheri said. “I have no intention of replacing Stephanie.”
I didn’t care about Sheri replacing my mother, because there was no way in hell she could ever do that. I admired Sheri and would probably grow close to her, but she wasn’t my mum. As long as I kept in touch with Mum and spoke to her regularly, Sheri would never take that role from her.
Dad had been slowly removing all signs of Mum from the house anyway. All the old furniture that she loved and cared for while Dad was at work, was being replaced by new, modern pieces that felt out-of-place in our old home.
No, I didn’t care about Sheri replacing my mum. What I cared about was sitting to the right of me. Caiden pursed his lips and blew me a kiss when Dad and Sheri weren’t looking.
He was loving every minute of this. What’s more, this news clearly hadn’t come as a surprise to him. Caiden was the type of guy to take everything in his stride, but even with his reckless, carefree attitude, news as big as this should have come as a shock. But he knew. How long had he known for? Had he known when we slept together?
Caiden had been reluctant to sleep with me. That had come as a shock. He didn’t have any standards as far as I could tell, and yet that night he had hesitated. Surely I couldn’t be that repulsive?
I had a slim figure and even though my breasts were small they were at least pert. I got more than enough wolf whistles walking down the street to maintain some degree of confidence in my figure.
Had he hesitated because he didn’t want to have sex with his new step-sister? Why the hell had he let this happen? I shivered and felt a sudden—and urgent—need to throw up. I didn’t care about my dad marrying Sheri. I’d long since ceased caring about what Dad did. But Caiden as a step-brother? That was too much.
“Are you okay?” Sheri asked. “I know this can’t have been easy for you to hear, but we didn’t know how else to break the news. Your father wanted to tell you over the phone a few weeks ago, but I thought it would be better in person.”
A few weeks ago. A few weeks ago would have been perfect. If I had known a few weeks ago I would never have slept with Caiden. I’d still be a virgin, but at least I wouldn’t have slept with my… I couldn’t even think it.
“Yeah, sis,” Caiden said, drawing the short syllable out longer than I would have thought possible. “It’s not that bad having me for a brother is it?”
Dad and Sheri were looking at me, so Caiden took the opportunity to bring his fingers close to his mouth in a V-shape before running his tongue between them.
I quickly crossed my legs as I thought back to that night as he buried his head between my legs and ran his tongue up and down my slit, exploring my folds before sucking gently on my clit.
It hadn’t taken me long to come. I’d finished on his face and had seen the visible evidence of if as he came back up to kiss me. I made him wash his face first, because I’d been repulsed at the thought of tasting myself on him.
Now he was sat there reminding me of what he had done to his step-sister. He might have hesitated before agreeing to fuck me, but he’d obviously decided to go ahead and screw me anyway.
“Don’t call me ‘sis,’ ” I said, through gritted teeth.
Our living room was huge and yet right now it felt smaller than the dorm room I’d spent three years in and only just escaped. Blood rushed to my head as I struggled to focus. All the chairs in the room seemed to be squeezed together. Dad and Sheri were staring at me with concerned looks on their faces, but Caiden was just grinning.
“But you are my sister now,” Caiden said. “Don’t worry I’m sure we’ll get to know each other and come to be best of friends.”
I stood up on weak legs and the room came back into focus. Everyone was sat down calm and collected as they had been this entire time. I took a deep breath before speaking again. “I am not. Your fucking. Sister.”
Dad screamed at me for my choice of words, but I heard Sheri tell him to lay off as I fled into the kitchen for a glass of water.
I can’t be his sister, or stepsister, whatever it’s called. I can’t be, because if I’m his step-sister then that means he is my step-brother.
I quickly drank a glass of water which helped with the dizziness, but not with the reality of what just happened in the living room. No glass of water would change the fact that I had lost my virginity to my step-brother.
This is what happens when I break my own rules. The rules are there for a reason, but I’d gone and broken the most important rule of all. Rule number one. The golden rule. Never fuck virgins. If I had stuck to the rules none of this would have ever happened.
Admittedly, the virgin rule was not in place to avoid potentially fucking my future step-sister. I didn’t fuck virgins because they got clingy. It was always the same. I could spot the virgins a mile off, but each one would insist they were different.
“No, I won’t get like that, Caiden,” one girl had pleaded when I’d been about to walk home without her. What was her name again? Naomi? “I just want to lose my virginity to someone who knows what they’re doing. Show me a good time and you’ll never hear from me again.”
Bullshit. I hadn’t been able to get rid of her the next morning and she kept conveniently showing up at the same places as me for weeks after. In the end, I invited her to my place and left the door unlocked to ensure she walked in on me balls-deep in some other girl I was screwing.
She’d fled my apartment crying when I asked if she wanted to join in. The last thing I heard was some whimpering comment about how she loved me. I felt a touch bad about that for a few moments, right up until I came all over the new girl’s tits.
My ‘no-virgins’ rule had already been in place when Naomi added her notch to my bedpost, but my experience with her led me to bumping the rule up to number one. My golden rule. No virgins.
If I’d stuck by the golden rule then the introduction to my new step-father would have been a lot less painful. He’d still be an uptight dick, but at least I wouldn’t have to look at him thinking about how I saw his daughter wince as she was penetrated for the first time.
I blame my decision last week on the toxic combination of alcohol, surprise, and a serious case of blue balls. Vicky caught me after a few drinks and I’d been so taken aback by her blunt proposal that I found myself thinking about it—or rather, my cock did—before I could remember my golden rule.
I’d also been a week without ejaculating which was almost a record for me. I hadn’t gone that long since I was about thirteen. A bad cold had kept me locked up in the penthouse so I couldn’t go out and get laid or hook up with any of my casual fuck buddies.
The temptation of masturbation had raised its purple head a few times, but I’d resisted. I liked to save up as big a load as possible for the next lucky lady. Better on some hot blonde’s face than in a tissue. That was rule number two.
Considering all those factors, I didn’t really have a choice but to fuck Vicky. Three times in one night. My cock made the decision immediately and it had taken just a few minutes for my brain to catch up. I took in the eighteen-year-old virgin in a buttoned up blouse and knee-length skirt standing in front of me; how could I resist?
Vicky had been a good fuck for a virgin. Hell, who am I kidding, she’d been a good fuck period. I’d assumed one fuck would be enough and that she would be too sore to go again, but she took me by surprise by rounds two and three later on. That girl must have watched a fair bit of porn because she knew how to ride a guy and get into the rhythm of it.