My Stepsister?
1150 Words
***SEAN'S POV***
Ever since my encounter with Jasmine, she has began to interest me. As a playboy, i'ld call it a fling because I cannot imagine myself, the hottest boy in campus being in a relationship with the nerd girl. I've had many hot and sexy girl's at my beck and call, but Jasmine, oh my goodness that girl seems to intrigue me in a way.
"My new wife would move in today" my dad announced, cutting short my thoughts.
"Okay." I simply responded.
Apart from my biological mother who died while giving birth to me, I've had over five stepmom's. So getting the information that my dad is getting married again to a new wife is no big deal to me because they wouldn't even last a year. It is either my dad would plan to leech her off, or he'll be caught having an affair with another woman.
"There's more to it" my dad added.
"What more could there be? Tell me dad, I'm curious." I replied.
"She has a daughter about your age, so you've got great company." My dad teased as he chuckled. "Don't dare impregnate her daughter like you did the last time, have your fun without getting pregnancy involved." He added.
"Is she rich?" I asked.
"Of course yes, trust your dad in that. Start arranging the house, you wouldn't want to leave a bad first impression."
I paused my game and headed out to clean. As I straightened the pillows on the couch, I thought about the new people that would be living with us. I wasn't bothered by the fact that she was a stranger - in fact, I was kind of excited to meet her because my dad seemed to like her a lot.
Maybe it was because I had never had a mother figure in my life. Or maybe it was because I was so used to being on my own that the idea of having someone else around didn't bother me. Whatever the reason, I was determined to make the best of the situation. I smiled to myself as I dusted the mantle. Maybe this new stepmom thing wouldn't be so bad after all. Just then, the doorbell rang. I put down the duster and headed to the door, my heart beating a little faster. This must be her, I thought.
But instead of a young woman, I saw a delivery guy, holding a box in his arms.
"Delivery for a Mr. Patrick," he said.
"That's me," I replied, my disappointment palpable. I took the box from him and signed for it, trying to hide my disappointment. I closed the door and looked down at the box in my arms. It was from a furniture store - my dad must have ordered something new for the house. I was standing there, trying to come to terms with my disappointment, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Jasmine's number.
"You're a bit too forward for my taste," the message read. "Don't ever text me again."
I felt my cheeks burning. I had misread the situation completely - she wasn't interested in me at all. I had made a complete fool of myself. I put my phone away, feeling humiliated. How could I have been so wrong about her? I knew I shouldn't do it, but I couldn't help myself. I quickly sent another text to the her number.
"Listen, I'm sorry about my previous text," I wrote. "But I'm still interested in getting to know you, because you pushed me to. Don't think that you are too good for me or something, remember that I am the hot guy on campus and girls keep drooling at the sight of me. And if you tell anyone about this, you will have to face the consequences."
As soon as I sent the message, I regretted it. I knew it was wrong to threaten her, but I couldn't stop myself. I had to see this through. But then, another text came in.
"You're a creep," it read.
I got furious by the text. I decided not to text her back, but to embarrass her at school the next day, i'ld disgrace her brutally. As a playboy and bad boy in school, it was a simple deal for me, my guys would gladly torment her and make her regret talking down on me. I couldn't believe what I was thinking. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I was angry, humiliated, and feeling like I had nothing to lose. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
But then, a small voice in the back of my head spoke up. It reminded me of my moral compass, of my values. And it told me that I couldn't do this, but I cared less. I've never cared about anybody's feelings, infact I had a knack for spoiling other people's feelings.
I put my phone away, fighting against the urge to text her back. I had to find a way to deal with my anger in a more brutal way, she ought to regret ever knowing me.
"Hey son, just wanted to let you know that your stepmother and her daughter will be here soon," my dad said as he walked into the living room. "They should be here in about an hour."
I nodded, my stomach doing a somersault. I hadn't been prepared for them to arrive so soon. I wasn't sure if I was ready to meet them.
"Are you okay?" my dad asked, noticing my discomfort.
I shrugged, not wanting to talk about it. "I'm fine," I replied.
I went to the refrigerator to grab some fruits, I have not had anything to eat throughout the day. Minutes later, I retreated into my room to watch some erotic movie which was my favourite.
I sat down on my bed and opened up my laptop. I navigated to my favorite site and clicked on a familiar video of naked girls dancing. I knew I was only going to feel turned on afterwards, but I couldn't stop myself.
The video started playing, and I felt relaxed, for it is the only thing that could calm me at the moment. Just then, I heard my dad call out to me.
"Sean! Come over here."
I walked out of my room, and my greatest surprise awaited me. Before me was Jasmine, the girl in my class who had just annoyed me with her text message few moments ago. Standing beside her was a young lady who I swore I had seen before because she looked quite familiar.
"Jasmine, what are you doing here at my ho...use." I stuttered.
"Where are your manner's son." My dad said. "This is your step sister and with her, is her mother who is my new wife and your step mom."
"What?" I screamed.
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