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She put on that goddamn tiny plaid skirt for school. Button-down white shirt minus the red-brown stain. Black knee-high socks and Mary Janes. White-blonde curls swaying down to the middle of her back.
A fucking teenage wet dream in the flesh.
My dick ached before we finished our quiet breakfast while Dad and Ingrid sat close, giving each other the kind of eyes that told me they hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Thank fuck their bedroom lay at the far end of the hall and solid oak doors cut off sound.
They murmured. Silverware clinked.
Addilyn ignored me.
Jenny kept glancing my way, pink flushing her cheeks. The second time I caught her staring, I winked. Her shudder and quick look away brought back that good feeling, but I lusted for Addilyn’s attention. I wanted the princess to look at me like that—silly-faced adoration. Stars in her eyes, wishful thinking on her mind.
I’d gladly take her V-card given the chance—stepsibling-to-be status could suck it.
Dad and Ingrid weren’t married yet, so not sick, really.
But I wouldn’t make it good for her. I’d hurt her, cause her to cry for being the one responsible for my situation. Maybe a hard, selfish fuck would bring her down a couple of notches to where she belonged with the rest of us.
I adjusted myself beneath the table at the thought of having her under my control and turned my mind onto my first day at the high school. While I wouldn’t know a soul beyond the princess and Jenny, I didn’t give two fucks.
Not even halfway through my senior year and Dad made me switch schools. I’d do my time and head back to where I belonged the second I could. Not making new friends like the ones I’d left behind for the next couple of months would make that retreat ten times easier.
The two girls bundled up in winter coats, hats, and gloves, and I shrugged into a sweatshirt atop my long-sleeve t-shirt.
First day at school, and both Dad and Ingrid wanted to drop us off together like we were some fucking Norman Rockwell family.
Never in a million fucking years. Not unless his paintings added in a taboo theme including the princess and my dick.
“We’re going car shopping,” Ingrid told me while waiting in the drop-off line, her gaze on mine in the rearview. “I decided a welcome gift would be appropriate for both of you. Your father suggested a Jeep Cherokee, Gideon, and I’ll make sure it has all the bells and whistles so you’re comfortable. It’ll be a good vehicle for the amount of snow we get up here.”
Sugary-sweet, her words took a few seconds to compute in my head.
“You’re buying me a car?” I asked, needing the clarification and wondering if I’d read the selfish bitch wrong.
“Yes.” She smiled in the rearview. “Now that Addilyn has an older brother who can drive, I won’t be bothered with taking her to school every morning.”
Has an older brother, my ass.I had close to a month before that shit officially happened. And she couldn’t be bothered to drive her daughter to school?
Nah, I’d read her right.
“Unbelievable,” the princess muttered.
“Addilyn Jane!” her mother admonished, her goddamn voice like nails on a chalkboard.
“Darling…” Father touched her cheek with his knuckles. “These are trying times for all of us—and I know patience is one of your greatest virtues.”
Manipulative prick.
I glanced over to find Addilyn peering out the car’s window, her chin lifted and shoulders straight. Jenny, sitting between us, squeezed her hand quickly, but the girls didn’t make eye contact.
Addilyn was one lucky girl to have such a friend.
“I appreciate the offer,” I told Ingrid, turning my focus back on the rearview and offering her the smile Dad would encourage. I’d much rather have given the bitch a piece of my mind over the emotional damage her words caused her daughter.
Forget bitch. Ingrid was one selfish, fucking cunt of a woman—even if she shared her money in a way that benefited me.
Having Addilyn in my vehicle every morning, alone with me where I could annoy the shit out of her…
That, I could fucking handle.
