Jordan looked out the window at the students making their way to other cars in the school car pack.
“Dude, where is that sister of yours?”
“Step sister,” Tristan corrected quickly with a harsh tone. “That thing can never be my sister.”
Jordan turned his head and looked at Tristan. “The thing is pretty mouthwatering; I should say though.” He smiled and wiggled his eye brows suggestively.
Tristan shook his head and laughed. “Get your mind off that idea. Her dad is married to my mother. The old lady will be pissed if we mess in her sand box.”
A scoff escaped Jordan’s lips. He turned his head back to the car’s windshield and watched another pretty young girl get into a waiting car. He felt like he was in a candy store. There were so many sweets to pick from. It was just a pity they wouldn
