hadn’t come
to wake me up himself and give me a pat on the back or watch me get bitched
out. I was actually surprised he hadn’t covered for me, pretending to be me or something .
“What did he think
of it?” I ask her half-heartedly. This was suddenly all very boring to me. I
mean, sure, I felt a little bad about the fact that I hadn’t been totally
honest with her but we had done it tons of times before. She shouldn’t feel
that special.
“He didn’t think
anything of it because I didn’t tell him! And you aren’t going to either!”
She’s looking at
me intently now, like she can’t believe I would even ask her such a thing. And
then I see it. There’s not just anger in her eyes anymore, there’s fear, too.
For a second I think it might have to do with our parents finding out but it’s
deeper than that. She’s scared I’m going to tell Ethan. Scared that if he finds out he wont ever want anything to do with
her in the way that she wants.
I have to stop
myself from laughing out loud.
She had no idea.
Ethan would care less if he knew that I had fucked Lacey. He had been with
multiple girls that I had been with over the years. That kind of thing didn’t
matter to either of us.
It might if I
found the right girl but that had never been the case.
I shrug. “Why
can’t I tell him?”
“Because it’s
embarrassing! For the both of us!”
“Not really,” I
pause and look at her with indifference, like I have no idea why she wouldn’t
want Ethan to find out about the two of us. “It’s just embarrassing for me if
anyone. It’s not like you did anything wrong. In fact… I feel so bad about it
that I think I better go tell Ethan about it right now.” I make a quick dash
for the door.
“No!” Lacey
practically tackles me to the ground before I have a chance to move even an
inch. “No! Don’t! Please!”
I fake surprise.
“What? Why not?”
“You can’t tell
him! You can’t tell anyone!”
“But why not? I
feel really bad about it. I need to clear my conscience.” It’s taking
everything inside of me to not burst out laughing. Clearing my conscience was a
laughable idea, especially to someone like Ethan. The shit he did was way worse
than anything I had ever done.
Fear comes across Lacey’s face again. “You can’t tell anyone, you just can’t!
Please? Promise me you won’t?”
I shrug. “What’s
in it for me if I you don’t?”
Her mouth hangs
open before me, shock written across her thick lips. “What’s in it for you?
Everyone doesn’t find out what a complete tool you are!”
I shrug.
“Everybody already thinks I’m a tool, doesn’t bother me much.”
“Seriously?” she
asks. “Haven’t you done enough?”
A part of me feels
bad for a second but it fades fast as soon as I think about the way I was
making her moan last night. Something about her sparked something inside of me.
Something that hadn’t been awoken in a really long time, and something that I
didn’t want to put to bed again anytime soon. I needed to be around her, I
needed to be close to her.
My sweet little
stepsister.
“Not as much as I
could do.”
I hate the way she
looks at me then. Like she can’t believe what an awful human being I am. “What
do you want?” she finally asks softly.
“Not much. Just
for you to play a little game with me while we’re home this week.”
Her eyes grow
wide. “What kind of game?”
“The kind of game
that involves doing whatever I tell you to.”
“YOU MEAN LIKE
SEX?”
I roll my eyes, so
dramatic. “Not if you don’t want to. I mean other things. A certain number of
rules… wearing what I say, doing what I say, that kind of thing. Just for the
week. Then after it’s over, you go back to your life and I go back to mine. And
Ethan? He never finds out anything about any of it.”
Her face is all
flushed and red, her mouth partly agape.
“It’s only a week,
Lacey. Think about it.”
Then I turn around
and leave my sexy little