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Christy,” he said, his voice
almost like a wail.

 
    “Wait, no, what, I mean,” I sputtered, righting myself and looking
dizzily around the room. My body was telling me to grab him, kiss him again,
let his hands run over my body, but my mind was a steel cage: no thoughts got
in, and no thoughts got out. Just a sense of subdued panic and physical
urgency: my body was calling for him, wanting him.

 
    “Just get the hell out!” He cried out, loudly.
“Fuck!”

 
    “Ashton, please, let’s just…” I was interrupted
by a knock on the door.

 
    “Is everything all right in there?” Came the Admiral’s voice from the
hallway. I leapt off the bed just as Ashton strode to the door and swung it
open. I hopped past him and the Admiral, down the hallway to my own room. I
couldn’t help but notice, however, the intense stare between the Admiral and
Ashton. You could almost see the electricity sparking between them.

 
    “Christy was just leaving,” I heard Ashton say before I shut my own
door and collapsed against it, heart pounding.

 
    Jesus Christ.

 
    I spent the next hour in the exact same position, unable to move. I’d
heard Ashton’s door slam shut again, as well as the Admiral’s. My heart beat
slowly returned to normal, and I felt my body cooling down.

 
    What just happened? I finally managed to ask myself. The answer was
both obvious and elusive: obviously, Ashton and I had been having a moment that
turned into making out. That wasn’t so strange; things like that happened all
the time. But they also didn’t happen to stepsiblings, and they certainly
didn’t happen to me.

 
    I was basically asexual! I never got turned on by kissing, and the
idea of incest definitely didn’t turn me on. But there was no denying…that kiss
had been hot. With a capital ‘h’. It
was definitely the first kiss that had made me yearn for more. I pressed my
fingertips to my lips, feeling them swollen from the ferocity of our embrace.
My eyes closed and I shuddered as I thought of Ashton’s tongue against mine,
his hands in my hair…

 
    No. Oh no, no,
no. No way little girl. You are NOT going down this path.

 
    Except I was. It was too late. I was down the path and halfway through
the garden. My head felt like it was going to cave in from desire, from the
pressure of wanting. It was like not being
with Ashton was actually painful. I don’t know if they’ve invented a word yet
for how much I wanted him in that moment.

 
    The only thing I could think to do was to take a hint from a cliché: I
took a cold shower. Believe it or not, it did the trick. At least, a little
bit. I was able to think clearly enough to know I was fucked.

7

 
    I didn’t get much sleep that night. My dreams were full of wet lips
and fire. I tossed and turned, sweating despite the nighttime chill, trying to
think my way out of the situation. It was hopeless. There was no more rational
Christy, it seemed. She’d taken vacation and left her evil twin, irrational
Christy, to take care of things in the meantime.

 
    The next morning, I guess I looked as bad as I felt, because the
Admiral gave me a wide-eyed look when I came down for breakfast.

 
    “Working all night?” he asked, rustling the pages of his newspaper. I
merely nodded, too exhausted to speak. I just wanted to shovel some food into
me and take a nap.

 
    “Ashton found an apartment in town. He’ll start moving tomorrow
morning. I’ll be helping him so we’ll both be gone all day. I can bring home a
pizza if you want,” the Admiral said, turning back to his paper and speaking as
though he was reading a news article about filling a pothole.

 
    “Wait…what? He’s moving out? Why?”

 
    The Admiral shrugged, but he glanced up at me with a look that was a
little too knowing (and a little too stern) for my comfort. “He wants to.”

 
    “Yeah, but…I mean, he just decided all of a
sudden?”

 
    “I don’t know, Christy. He’s a