Episode 6
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KNOX
My d**k was hard as f**k.
I remained seated, my butt planted firmly on the seat even after my stepsister had swiftly fled the tutoring session to her bedroom before it was fully over.
I just sat there in the study chair and stared at the empty seat across from me where she had been just thirty seconds earlier.
She had been gone before I could say anything. Well, not that I had anything in particular to say.
My eyes were still fixed on her empty seat when I realized that the rizz game between us just got a lot more dangerous now that my prey and I would both share a roof.
And presently, I was not even sure that I wanted to win anymore.
The textbook she had slammed shut earlier was still sitting on the desk with her fancy pink pen was still uncapped beside it.
I reached over and capped it.
Then I leaned back and dragged a hand through my messy hair.
Footsteps on the stairs, two sets, reached me alongside my father's voice and her mother's which just drifted up from the entrance hall before they each appeared in the doorway of the study.
“Still up?” My father asked. I nodded, eyes scanning both.
They were glowing, with happiness and looked well fed. Annalise's mother had always been good for my father in a way I could not place my hand on particularly.
She made him vivacious.
“Yes,” I answered my old man. “I have to study endlessly to meet up with my grades, you know?”
He nodded.
"Where's Annalise?" her mother asked, looking past me like she might be hiding somewhere in the room. “She didn't join you?”
I turned slightly in the chair and smiled at her while my conscience was pricking me for no reason.
No, there was a reason.
I felt guilty because I had been hitting on her daughter whom she left in my care before leaving.
Not like I wouldn't do it again.
"She went up to rest before your arrival. She pushed through a long session tonight. You know how she gets when she's focused."
Her mother blinked, surprised for a moment, then clearly pleased.
"She studied that hard?"
I nodded. My own lies were staring to feel afraid of me by now.
"We always go a long time when we study together at school," I said easily. "She does not like to stop in the middle of a topic."
I flashed my golden-boy smile to back up all of the sayings. Who ever could suspect with that?
My father looked between me and the empty chair with a satisfied nod. "Good. That's good."
Her mother pressed a hand to her chest and smiled the smile of someone who believed every single word I said.
What could I do though? I had a really glib tongue. And I had to use it somewhere, didn't I?
"That is so sweet,” her mother added. “I will check on her."
I shook my head.
"Let her sleep," I said. "She was pretty wiped out."
My mind instantly went upstairs to dwell on her flushed face and her sharp tongue that always managed to make me really hard.
What was she doing there now?
Lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling? Or probably spreading her legs, hands circling her c**t, eyes closed and envisioning me?
“Hmmmm. Is that so? I will leave her then,” she added, drawing my mind right back to the present.
I nodded.
“Yes. Let's.”
Silence fell.
They exchanged one of those light looks that married people tended to exchange, warm and private.
And then, her mother giggled at something my father leaned in to whisper against her ear.
“We'll leave you to it,” my father said to me with a grin.
I nodded with a smile.
“Good night you two.”
“Good night Knox,” her mother said to me with a soft look.
“You too,” my father called before he turned away, his hands on her waist guiding her away.
They disappeared down the hall and toward their bedroom.
The study went quiet again.
I stayed in the chair for another minute, staring at the ceiling.
My c**k was still hard as f**k in my pants, pressing against my fly with malicious intent.
I was so hot and bothered.
They hadn't seen the huge bulge that I had for my stepsister in my pants because they didn't step in closer, or peer down at me.
I was safe, again.
Maybe it was time for me to go back to my own bedroom, and to probably take care of it myself.
I stood to my feet and did not even bother to pack up all those books. It wasn't worth my time.
My bedroom was just at the end of the hall. Twenty feet, give or take, from hers—Annalise’s I mean.
I reached there and shut the door behind me without a siund. Then, I stood in the dark for a moment before I reached for the lamp.
The room looked the same as it always did, familiar and ordinary.
Everything was exactly where I had left it that morning before the world had rearranged itself into something I hadn't seen coming.
Mu body was still buzzing with unresolved tension when I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my elbows to my knees.
I could not believe my luck—or was it my curse?—that the same girl I spent months breaking down at school because I had a crush on her was now sleeping twenty feet away from my bedroom.
Annalise Voss.
Of all the mothers that my father could have married, of all the step daughters in the world he had to get, it just had to be her.
Didn't it?
The same girl I had spent the last several months going out of my way to needle and provoke and drag reactions out of, because something about the way she looked at me when she was furious made it rather impossible for me to simply leave her alone.
And now she was most probably sleeping in the room down the hall, and might even carry my last name on paper if she so choose.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
I would rather we both just kept pretending that we were strangers to the world.
And I didn't really even need the tutor sessions from Annalise because I had failed the maths test on purpose for the bet.
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