by Amy Brent
I was surprised when a couple of high school friends stopped by to say hello, as well as distracted by the way they looked at Brett as they giggled and tossed their hair. I smiled and laughed in all of the right places, but I felt my emotions rising as I sat on the couch and made small talk. There was plenty to say about school and campus life since we’d all gone to different colleges around the country.
Once they left, Brett closed the door and turned to stare at me before he glanced down the hall. “Larisa, you can’t wear your heart on your sleeve that way,” he kept his voice quiet, and I blinked at him.
“I was fine. We just chatted.” I knew that I’d been tense more than a few times and he shook his head and sat back down. “Did you see the way they were looking at you?”
“I don’t care. I don’t want them.” His voice was firm as he looked again to see if we were alone.
“You probably told Mom that and look at us now,” I whispered as I walked into the kitchen and placed my coffee cup in the sink after dumping it out.
“Larisa, I don’t cheat like this in general life. This…is bad timing. I’d happily have you if things were different and just you. We’re in a complicated place right now.” Brett talked slowly and softly as I nodded and felt the rush of anger ebbing. I just didn’t have the energy for it right now. I just nodded and held on.
We made our way back to the living room and found a traditional holiday movie on as we sat a few feet away from one another on the couch. It was close enough to know that were together here even if it was in the sense of tortured silence. Once it crept closer to dinner and we were still alone, Brett invited me into the kitchen where we finished up the last minute details. Everything smelled delicious, and I was developing an appetite as I prepared some yams in a baking pan.
“Look at you. This smells so good!” My mother’s cheerful voice filled the silence, and I jumped as I pressed my hand to my heart. Everything shifted in the room, and I took a breath as I felt eyes on me. “That into cooking, Larisa? You’re a different girl,” Mom teased me as she walked over and hugged Brett for a long moment. I looked for a fleeting second and glanced away as my skin burned. She moved to get coffee and looked around slowly with a smile. “Everything looks and smells so good. You guys are a good team.”
Brett thanked her as he and I shared a quick look and forced smiles. We finished plating everything, and the three of us carried things to the formal table as the doorbell rang. I knew that Brett had invited some single friends over and I assumed it was them, so I excused myself to answer the door. I’d changed into a pair of black slacks and a burnt orange sweater for the company after my shower earlier, and I smiled as I saw a few new faces. “Come on in.” The men moved past me as my face fell when I saw Cole behind the group. His face was as pale as mine as our eyes locked and I took a ragged breath. “What are you doing here?”
“Larisa? Is everything okay?” Brett asked as he walked over and glanced through the open door. “Cole. You’re here early! Come in.” I stepped aside as my former best friend walked by me and was introduced to everybody. “This is my stepdaughter, Larisa. This is my son, Cole.”
“We attend the same school, Dad,” Cole said dryly as he eyed the door like he wanted to leave.
“What a coincidence,” Mom said as she slipped an arm around Brett and looked Cole over. “Please sit. I can get another bottle of wine, and we can start eating, unless you’d like something else to drink, Cole?”
“If you have a beer, I’d like that,” Cole said as Brett clapped him on the back and took him upstairs with the duffel bag that he was carrying.
“I’ll be right back,” I told Mom as the room started spinning. I went into the bathroom in the first-floor hallway and turned the water on as I leaned over the toilet and threw up. In the few moments we’d had in the foyer, I thought that Cole must have connected the dots and was disgusted by me. I knew that I was. I felt sick, and my stomach was in knots as I threw up the little food that I had in my stomach and leaned my head over my arms. I couldn’t do this. I needed to get my stuff and get the fuck out of here.
I didn’t know how long I was in there before there was a tap at the door. “Larisa? Are you coming to the table?” Brett asked through the door in a concerned voice as I closed my eyes.
“I…I suddenly don’t feel so well. Go ahead without me, okay? I’m going to lie down in my room.” I sighed as I tried to find a reasonable excuse to go right back to school.
“What happened? You were fine all day,” Brett told me as I rolled my eyes.
“I had a bit of a fever earlier, but I really didn’t think much of it. I just need to rest. Go eat, Brett. Everyone is here.” I insisted as I remained on the floor, straddling the toilet. It went quiet, and I assumed that he was gone, which was when I stood and splashed cold water on my face. I left the room quietly and made my way upstairs, wondering which room Cole was sleeping in tonight. There were only two other huge rooms on this floor, and I sighed as I opened my door and closed it. I pulled on leggings and a thermal before I crawled under the covers and switched the television on to cover the sounds of my soft sobs. I was alone for about an hour when there was a knock at the door, and I looked up with huge eyes. I’d been crying hard, and I looked at the screen to see The Notebook playing. Thank fuck…but who was it knocking? “Larisa?” It was Mom. She opened the door and came inside, seeing me shriveled under the comforter. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I felt a little off earlier, but it came on so suddenly,” I lied as she sat down and looked into my face with shock. I pointed to the movie, and she looked at it and nodded. “I’m just going to chill out. I’ll be fine.”
“You’ll love your new stepbrother. He’s such a sweet kid,” Mom smiled as my stomach twisted violently. “He looks a lot like his father, doesn’t he?”
Too much. I’d realized it seeing them together and was ready to flee the scene. “Yeah, I think that he does,” my voice was weak as Mom hugged me.
“Get some rest, Larisa. Maybe you’ll feel better tomorrow,” she said as she looked me over. “We can all visit then.”
“Sounds good, Mom.” I sank back against my pillows as she left and smiled as she looked at me. I just wanted to get through the next few days and go back to school. I knew that Cole was there, but at least both of my sins wouldn’t be staring me in the face. I’d have time to isolate and recover from this.
I stared at the wall as another movie played before I cried myself to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, trembling from a dream as I sat straight up in bed and took deep breaths. I looked around my room and saw that a shadowed figure was in my chair as I started to scream. “Sshh, it’s me. What’s wrong with you?” Brett asked as I stared at him and shook my head.
“You can’t be in here,” I told him as he waved his hand.
“Everyone is asleep. It’s midnight, Larisa.” He moved closer to the bed and looked at me. “Are you feeling better?”
“A little? I don’t want you to get it, though. You should go.” I frowned as he dropped his broad shoulders and stared at me.
“I was worried about you, you know.” I nodded and hid under my blankets as he looked at my door. “I’ll see how you are tomorrow, okay?”
I nodded, and he left the room as I fell into a crumpled heap onto my knees. I stood and moved to lock the door before I came back to bed and dropped back onto my pillows with a long sigh. I did the math in my head and realized that I had three more nights here if I left when scheduled. I could lie and say that something came up and I had to go Sunday as well. I didn’t think Cole would mind, judging from the sickened look on his face when he saw me at the door. Hell, maybe I’d just stay sick and blame it on that.
I was awake a few more hours with something playing on television as I glanced at that and my phone. I vowed to make some friends at school and get a life, to avoid situations like this. I fell asleep as the sun was coming up and had no plans on leaving my room.
It
was late morning when I heard a knock at the door while the knob turned. “Why is your door locked, Larisa?” Mom asked as I rolled my eyes.
I stood and unlocked it, feigning ignorance as she asked me the same question. I blamed the illness and said I must have locked it going back to bed from the bathroom one of the several times. I stumbled back to bed, falling down as she set a steaming cup on the nightstand as well as a plate with a sandwich on it. “How are you feeling?”
“Like crap,” I replied as she sighed and looked me over.
“Brett and I are having dinner with friends tonight. Will you be alright on your own? I know that you and Cole don’t know each other.” She frowned as I nodded quickly and dropped against the pillows. “I hate leaving you.”
“I’m a big girl, Mom. I’m sick at school by myself,” I assured her as she nodded and looked down at her left hand where the big diamond sparkled.
“Brett was worried about you last night. I think he likes being a stepfather and now that Cole’s back in his life…I believe that it will be sweet to see that side of him,” she said almost dreamily as I felt nausea rising in my stomach. “We’ll be a family.”
It took all of the strength that I had to remain calm until she left my room. At that point, I went into the bathroom and closed the door, clicking the lock as I started to run a hot bath. I was never going to have sex again. I’d really messed up the last several times that I did, and I didn’t want to feel this way anymore.
CHAPTER 9
Evening came, and my stomach started to growl. Since I was stressed and not sick as I’d told everyone, I was bound to get hungry sooner or later. I took a deep breath and looked at the clock, assuming they were at dinner now. What about Cole? I knew that I’d truly end up ill if I didn’t eat and I pulled my messy hair back and walked out of my room. I stopped and listened, knowing this house was huge. I walked down the stairs and made my way into the kitchen as I heard the television in the next room. Great.
I was as quiet as I could be as I threw together a sloppy sandwich and grabbed a cold Gatorade. I glanced at the open archway the living room as I worked quickly and my heart dropped when I saw Cole’s large frame fill it. “How are you even here? How did you not know?” I demanded as all of my pent up emotions rose.
“I didn’t know, Ris. I was estranged from him, more or less and decided to give it a chance when I found out that he got married. I was as shocked as you fucking were at that door,” he shot back as he looked darkly at me. “Let’s talk about something else that struck me when I saw you. You slept with my dad.”
I widened my eyes as I hit the counter and took a breath. I wanted to tell him that it was a long time ago and I couldn’t find the words. “Over a year ago. I barely remember,” I stammered as he stepped closer to me.
“Because you were drunk like you were with me? Is that why you let him fuck you?” He asked as I wiped a tear from my cheek. “That’s why you let me fuck you, isn’t it?”
“Stop it,” I demanded as I stared at the floor. “You’re my best friend, or at least you were. I wanted you that night.”
“How did Dad react when you came here, Larisa? Is he a happy newlywed or is he reminiscing about you two?” Cole demanded as I closed my eyes and started crying.
“I don’t know. We’re ignoring all of that. It’s in the past,” I knew that I had to lie. I knew that I couldn’t tell him the truth. “I’m getting used to this, too.” I grabbed the plate and drink and turned to leave.
“Ris?” I looked at him as he approached me. “Were you just fucking me that night? Did you mean what you said about there being no us?” His eyes begged me for an answer as I licked my dry lips. “Is that why you’re hiding?”
“I’ve seen you with the blonde, Cole. You’ve moved on.” I looked at him as he ran a hand through his hair.
“I tried. The night with you was the best night I’ve had in a long time. It’s something that I wanted for a while, and I hate that it happened when you were drunk. I hate that I took advantage of you that way.” Cole shook his head and stared at me. “Now you’re my stepsister.”
“Barely. We’re not kids, and we won’t see each other that often. You’ll still be with your mom,” I mumbled as he reached out and wiped my cheek.
“Dad wants to try, and I’m going to, Larisa. I think we might have to try to make this work between us as well,” Cole suggested as I looked up at him.
“Fine. We won’t be here that much together, so it’s fine.” I turned and walked back to my room, leaving him behind as I closed and locked my door. I sat on the bed and cried as I forced myself to eat, willing myself to not throw it all up afterward.
I thought about the story that I was going to make up. I could tell them that a friend had a terrible break up with a boyfriend and needed me to help her through it. Since I wasn’t feeling great anyway, the two of us were just going to sit around and veg out in her apartment. That’s what normal girls did, right? Healthy girls didn’t sleep with their new stepfather and stepbrother in a month’s time.
I decided that I would tell them tonight. It was a tragic ordeal for Jane, and I wanted to help her. I could do this.
I fell asleep instead and woke up the following morning with a jolt as someone knocked on my door. “Larisa?” Brett called out as I blinked and sat up. I stood on shaking legs and unlocked my door as he stared at me. “Why is that locked?”
“I want to be alone. What’s wrong?” I snapped as he walked into the room and turned to face me.
“Did something happen last night? Cole told me that he had to leave today when he was going to stay through Sunday. Did you guys argue?” I fell onto the bed and brushed my hair back.
“No, I barely talked to him at all,” I lied as he stared at me.
“You know him from school?” Brett demanded as I shrugged.
“Not well, no. What did he say?” I asked as I dropped onto my pillows and closed my eyes.
“He said that something came up with football. I just wonder if he changed his mind about working things out. He was upset,” Brett told me as he sat on the bed and stared at me. “I just want my son back.” His eyes softened, and he tilted his head. “Are you feeling better?”
“Sort of. I got a call from my friend, Jane. She broke up with her boyfriend of six years last night and a hot mess. She asked if I’d come back and hang out with her, do the ice cream and chick flick thing. She even mentioned a fire,” I added details to make it more real as he glared at me.
“What the fuck? Both of you are just running off? What’s going on, Larisa? I wanted to spend some more time with you,” he looked at the open door and swallowed thickly. “She’s at work.”
“Are you saying that you want me to spread my legs right here and now feeling this way?” I asked him coldly as he shook his head.
“No, Larisa. It’s not like that at all.” Brett looked shell-shocked as he blinked at me and shook his head.
“It might be good for us to have some space. There’s some time before Christmas to let this all go and just move on,” I told him weakly as Brett sighed. “This is too heavy. She’s my mother.”
“I don’t love her. I never did, but I let her talk me into it, thinking that maybe it would work out. The second that I saw you, I knew that it wouldn’t.” He stared at me as I shook my head.
“You’re insane,” I murmured as he approached me and took my hands. “Stop this, Brett.”
“You didn’t like me touching you before? You didn’t like me making you come?” Brett asked as he moved over me and slipped his arms beside me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, sick or not.”
“This is done, Brett,” I said painfully as tears filled my eyes. “This can’t go on. I’m going home tonight and telling Mom about Jane. Don’t say anything, just decide what you want with her. Don’t stay if you don’t want her,” I advised him as he dropped down to kiss my neck. “Stop, Brett.”
“Fuck this. I don’t want you to leav
e. She’s out of town for a couple of days, and we can work this out,” Brett suggested as I shook my head.
“No, I’m leaving as soon as I pack. I can’t be here,” I repeated as he pulled away and stood up slowly. It killed me to let him go, but I knew that it was best. He left the room, and I burst into tears as I thought back to the times we were together, finding myself getting turned on by the vivid memories. I thought about Cole at the same time and buried my body under my blanket as I bit my lip. Stress and desire combined inside of me and I slipped my hand down my shorts as I found my pussy slick and hot. I groaned as I stroked myself, fast and rough as I searched for the release that I needed at the moment.
My eyes were closed as I came and I moaned as I jerked against my hand. I felt the blankets slide down my body and gasped as hands slipped my clothes off. Brett locked his mouth over me as I cried out his name. My second orgasm was hard and fulfilling as he sucked me between his teeth and tore off his pants. “Brett, we shouldn’t.”
“I need you,” He told me as he ripped open a package and sheathed himself with shaking hands. Brett moved between my legs and took me with one thrust as I pulled him inside with my hands on his ass. “Fuck, Larisa. You feel so good.” He moved deep and hard as I cried out and rocked against him, tight around him as my body betrayed my heart and mind. “Baby, I’m going to come. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Brett!” I yelled as I exploded around him and felt him thicken. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” He stilled before jerking against me a few more times and his hands slid under my t-shirt to cup my bare breasts. “What are we doing?”
“What we should be doing,” he told me as he found my neck with his mouth and tugged on my hardening nipples with his fingers.
I didn’t tell him to stop as his mouth moved down my body to take me into his mouth as his finger slid inside of me. I needed him, and I knew it wouldn’t stop until I was out of this house. I was too weak.
CHAPTER 10
I slept with him a few more times before I insisted on leaving Sunday. I was a hot mess as I drove away, weak with tears and want as I stared forward and thought about school. Mom seemed sad enough that I was leaving and I hugged her, so upset that we were doing this to her even as I wondered how she thought that she and Brett were okay.