Stepbrother Dearest
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Authors: Penelope Ward
STEPBROTHER DEAREST
Penelope Ward
First Edition, September 2014
Copyright
©
2014
by
Penelope Ward
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of
the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents:
Cold air fogged the bay window in our living room as I nervously waited in front of it and struggled to
see outside. Any minute now, Randy’s Volvo station wagon would be pulling into the driveway. He’d gone
to Logan Airport to pick up his son, Elec, who would be living with us for the next year while his mother
took a yearlong work-related assignment overseas.
Randy and my mother, Sarah, had only been married a couple of years. My stepfather and I got along
well enough, but I wouldn’t say we were close. Here’s what little I knew about Randy’s former life: his ex-
wife, Pilar, was an Ecuadorian artist based in the San Francisco Bay area, and his son was a tattooed punk
who, according to Randy, was allowed to do whatever he wanted.
I hadn’t ever met my stepbrother before and had only seen a picture of him that was taken a few years
ago, shortly before Randy married my mother. From the picture, I could see he inherited dark hair,
probably from his South American mother, along with tanned skin, but had Randy’s light eyes and fine
features. He was clean-cut then, but Randy said Elec had entered into a rebellious stage as of late. That
included getting tattoos when he was only fifteen and getting into trouble for underage drinking and
smoking pot. Randy blamed Pilar for being flighty and too focused on her art career, thereby allowing Elec
to get away with murder.
Randy claimed he had encouraged Pilar to take a temporary position teaching classes run by a London
art gallery so that Elec, now 17, could come live with us.
Although Randy took two short trips out west a year, he wasn’t there on a daily basis to discipline Elec.
He struggled with that and said he looked forward to the opportunity to set his son straight over the next
year.
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I stared out at the dirty snow that lined my street. The frigid
Boston weather would be a rude awakening for my California-bred stepbrother.
I had a stepbrother.
That was a weird thought. I hoped we would get along. As an only child, I had always wanted a sibling.
I laughed at how stupid I was, fantasizing that this was going to be some kind of fairytale relationship
overnight, like friggin’ Donny and Marie Osmond or Jake and Maggie Gyllenhaal. This morning, I heard an
old Coldplay song I never even knew existed called
Brothers and Sisters.
It’s not about siblings per say, but I convinced myself it was a good omen. This was going to be okay. I had nothing to be scared about.
My mother seemed just as nervous as I was as she repeatedly ran up and down the stairs to get Elec’s
room ready. She had turned the office into a bedroom. Mom and I had gone to Walmart together to buy
sheets and other necessities. It was weird picking stuff out for someone you didn’t know. We decided on
dark navy bedding.
I started muttering to myself, thinking about what I would say to him, what we would talk about, what I
could introduce him to here. It was sort of exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time.
A car door slammed, prompting me to jump up from the couch and straighten my wrinkled shirt.
Calm yourself, Greta.
The key made a turning sound. Randy walked in alone and left the door cracked open, allowing the
freezing air to seep into the room. After a few minutes, I could hear feet crunching on the sheet of ice that covered the walkway but no Elec yet. He must have stopped outside before entering. Randy stuck his head
back out the door. “Get your ass in here, Elec.”
A lump formed in my throat when he appeared at the doorway. I swallowed hard and took him in for a
few seconds, my heart pounding harder and harder as the realization hit that he looked nothing like the
picture shown to me.
Elec was taller than Randy, and the short hair I remembered from the photo was now a tousled inky
black mess nearly covering his eyes. He smelled of cigarettes, or maybe it was pipe smoke because it was
sweeter. A chain hung from his jeans. He wouldn’t look at me, so I used the opportunity to continue
examining him as he dumped his bag on the floor.
Thud.
Was that my heart or the bag?
He looked over at Randy, and his voice was gravelly. “Where’s my room?”
“Upstairs, but you’re not going anywhere until you say hello to your sister.”
Every muscle in my body tightened as I cringed at the term. There was no way I wanted to be his sister.
For one, when he turned to me, he looked like he wanted to kill me. And two, once I got my first look at
his chiseled face, it became abundantly clear that while my mind was wary of him, my body had been
instantly put under a spell, one I would have given anything to come out from under.
His eyes bore into mine with daggers in them, and he didn’t say anything. I took a few steps forward,
swallowed my pride and reached out my hand. “I’m Greta. Nice to meet you.”
He said nothing. Several seconds passed before he reluctantly took my hand. His grip was
uncomfortably hard, almost painful before he quickly released it.
I coughed and said, “You look different…than I pictured.”
He squinted at me. “And you look pretty…plain.”
My throat felt like it was going to close up. For a quick second, I thought he was paying me a
compliment before he followed the word “pretty” with “plain.” The sad part was, if you’d asked me how
standing across from him made me feel, “plain” might have been the term I would have used.
His eyes were looking me up and down with an ice-cold stare. Despite the fact that I detested his
personality, I was still in awe of his physical likeness, and that sickened me. His nose was perfectly straight, and his jaw was defined. His lips were perfect—too perfect—for the filth I was sure came out of them.
Physically, he was my dream and in every other way, my nightmare. Still, I refused to let him see that his
words had an effect on me.
“Would you like me to show you to your room?” I asked.
He ignored me, lifted his bags and headed toward the stairs.
Great. This was going well.
My mother came down the stairs and immediately pulled Elec into a hug.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, honey.”
His body stiffened before he ripped himself away from her. “Wish I could say the same.”
Randy stormed toward the stairs pointing his finger. “Cut the shit, Elec. You say hello to Sarah in a
decent way.”
“Hello to Sarah in a decent way,” Elec repeated in a monotone voice as he walked up the stairs.
My mother put her hand on Randy’s shoulder. “It’s okay. He’ll warm up. Let him be alone. This cross-
country move can’t be easy. He doesn’t know me yet. He’s just a little apprehensive.”
“A little disrespectful prick is what he is.”
Whoa.
I had to say, I was surprised to hear Randy speaking that way about his son regardless of how badly
Elec was acting. My stepfather had never used words like that with me, although I had never really done
anything to deserve it. But Elec
was
being a disrespectful prick.
That night, Elec stayed behind closed doors. Randy went in there once, and I heard them arguing, but
Mom and I decided to let them hash it out and stayed out of whatever was going on between them.
On my way up to bed, I couldn’t help stopping to stare at Elec’s closed bedroom door. I wondered if his
alienating us was indicative of how the entire year would go or if he would even last the entire year here.
Planning to brush my teeth, I opened the bathroom door and jumped at the sight of Elec wiping his wet
body down from the shower. Steam and the smell of men’s body wash filled the air. For some God
forsaken reason, instead of running out, I froze. More disturbing, instead of covering himself with the
towel, he let it fall nonchalantly to the floor.
My mouth dropped.
My eyes were now glued to his cock for a few seconds before my gaze traveled up to the two
shamrocks inked on his ripped torso and then to the full sleeve tattoo on his left arm. His chest was
dripping with water. His left nipple was pierced. By the time my eyes landed on his face, they were met with an evil smirk. I tried to speak, but the words just wouldn’t come out.
Finally, I whipped my head away and said, “Uh…Oh my God…I…I’m so…I better leave.”
As I turned around to head out the door, his voice stopped me in my tracks. “You act like you’ve never
seen a guy naked before.”
“Actually…I haven’t.”
“How disappointing for you. It’s gonna be really
hard
for the next guy to measure up.”
“Cocky much?”
“You tell me. Don’t I deserve to be?”
“God…you’re acting like—”
“A giant dick?”
It was like a bad car accident impossible to turn away from. I was looking down at him again. What was
wrong with me? He was stark naked in front of me, and I couldn’t move.
Holy hell…his tip was pierced. What a way to be introduced to my first live one.
He broke my stare. “There’s really nowhere to go from here, so unless you’re planning on doing
something, you should probably leave and let me finish getting dressed.”
I shook my head in disbelief and slammed the door shut behind me.
My legs were shaking as I fled to my room.
What just happened?
“How is stepbrother dearest today?” Victoria asked.
The bed squeaked as I plopped on my stomach and sighed into the phone. “Up to his usual assholery.”
I hadn’t told my best friend Victoria about Elec’s show and tell in the bathroom Friday night. It
embarrassed me to no end, and I decided to keep it to myself. A Google search of pierced penises ended up
keeping me up the rest of that first night. Let me tell you, anyone who innocently searches “Prince Albert”
is in for a big surprise.
It was now Sunday, and tomorrow Elec would be starting at my high school where we would both be
seniors. Soon enough, everyone would get to meet my jerky stepbrother.
Victoria sounded shocked. “He’s still not speaking to you?”
“No. He came downstairs to pour some cereal this morning and brought it back to his room.”
“Why do you think he has such a stick up his ass?”
You should see his other stick.
“Something’s going on between him and Randy. I’m trying not to take it personally, but it’s hard.”