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the summer air. She was gone,
and though I knew she would only have gotten a few blocks by now—especially
since our house was only so far away from Becky’s—it still made me
uncomfortable to know she’d completely taken off.
    She
didn’t have to take it so seriously , I thought, shoving my hands into my
pockets. It was just a game, after all .
    But was that totally true?
    I looked back toward
Becky’s house, the sounds of the growing revelry rolling out from the open door
as a few of Jessica’s friend’s spilled out onto the front lawn. The way Jessica
had looked at me in there was like nothing I’d seen before, not from her. Her
eyes never left me after I’d asked her that question.
    Out
of everyone in this room, who do you want to fuck the most?
    I saw something in those
eyes, something beyond her frightened deer-in-the-headlights stare. It was
almost immediate, the way my body responded to that look, the way she stared
into my eyes as if to answer the question in her stunned silence. I knew the look
behind those eyes, the feeling she was too scared to express deep down, the one
that I knew she wanted to tell me despite all of the fear.
    My stepsister wanted to
fuck me.
    I gave some thought to
running after her, to confronting her about the way she’d reacted, the things
that it implied. But the idea of putting her through that was just too much.
There was a difference between teasing her and torturing her in public and
going after her on her own, making my little jabs personal. I might not have
been the nicest brother in the world—heck, I’d heard Jessica and Becky refer to
me as the “stepbrother from hell.” But there was one thing that I never was,
and that was cruel .
    Could I really blame her
for being attracted to me? I mean, I was a certified stud and everyone at
school knew I was no stranger to the female body. Not to mention Jessica and I
hardly even knew one another before our parents met, and starting high school
sharing a house with a hot boy that your mom tells you to call your brother
couldn’t have been easy. I almost felt a little sorry for the way Jessica must
have felt—especially since I’d been harboring something of a crush on her when
we’d first met. Thinking back on it now, I wondered whether that little crush
of mine had ever actually faded, or simply changed into the strange teasing
that Jessica had come to despise me for.
    It hadn’t been easy for me.
All senior year I’d begun to catch myself watching Jessica in ways I’d only
reserved for girls on the cheerleading squad, especially the way her ass looked
in those tight little pencil skirts.
    I had cursed more than once
the fact that the two of us were brother and sister—at least by marriage. The
stigma of doing the things that I’d imagined doing to Jessica had weighed
heavily on me whenever my thoughts had wandered to those dark, lustful corners
of my mind. I could only imagine what it had been like for my repressed stepsister.
And now, with the two of us going to opposite ends of the country for school,
it looked like we’d finally be safe from our own desires… But was that what I
really wanted?
    I heaved a sigh as I once
more glanced back at the party I’d breathed life into. Jessica had probably had
enough of me tonight, and if what I thought was true, then she needed time to
herself to… unwind . And what kind of
person would I be to leave a party I’d brought back from the brink of boredom?
    The game of Truth or Dare
had continued without me, with more than a few boys and girls engaged in some
hardly sensible displays of gratuitous affection. I leaned against the
doorframe to the master bedroom, observing the sexual tension in the room
sizzle and boil over. Things were certainly getting good.
    The door to the walk-in
closet opened and Becky’s disheveled form stumbled out, a bleary—if
satisfied—look in her eye, followed closely by the dark-haired man I’d sent in
after her, a cocky smirk smeared