My Stepbrother secret obsession

A Kind Of Laugh A Snitch Would

I was in the backyard in my yellow bikini, resting on the day bed in fowler's position under the parasol by the elliptical poolside, another perk from the home renovation. I was quietly browsing through the books the teachers from my school had entrusted us to read before the end of summer break when the patio door opened. I didn't have to look to recognise those fake lilting voices with so much stress accommodating perfection.

It was Quinn and Suri, along with resonant voices that tell there were men in the building.

Lilith should deal with that.

Although it wasn't my lucky day, my inner words couldn't be heard, and my prayers for silence wasn't answered.

Quinn stupidly asked regardless of the patency of my position,

"What are you doing?" Her voice was stilted, I already knew, so when I looked up at her and found a smug on her features, it didn't faze me.

"Lilith is in her room," I informed her, sounding dismissive.

Her eyes rolled,
"Oh please," She sullenly dropped on the bed and gestured for someone to come over.

"The boys are hungry. I assume it is okay to use your food stocks and stove. They are boiling eggs." Suri casually announces, walking over with shopping bags in her hands, acting all superior in a house that isn't hers.

I turn my head, locks of hair slumping over my face; I peek through the opened door where from what I can count, three boys were freely cruising in their dirty boots around my kitchen, making whatever concoctions men can make.

As I turn over to the girls, they pack my books and set them aside.

"What are you doing?" I borrowed Quinn's line from earlier and attempted to reach for my belongings, but Quinn is fast to distance them from me.

Sternly, I snapped, "What again?"

My voice was edgy. I hate having to tolerate these girls.

"You are coming with us." Suri snapped her manicured fingers around and threw the bags with Prada logos over to me. "Go try this."

I cast a sceptical eye at the girls, and my vision narrowed to a pinprick,
"How much do I owe you for what I didn't ask for?"

"Fifteen hundred." Suri cheered with a mixture of a winsome and threatening smile, "Sent you my Venmo."

Of course, she will.
Since when is force shopping a thing in America, I thought it's all about freedom?

They kept their attentive eyes on me while I made the transaction, and in a few seconds, her phone buzzed.

"Great." Both girls unison in the most pretentious accent and pull me by the arms.

"I am not going. I am grounded." I protested and shrugged them off.

Quinn's face scrunched up in disbelief. Her squinted eyes raked my body as if I'd grown two heads. "Since when is that a problem?"

"Since it became none of your business." I fire back a cynical response and lay back in my former position. "Look, I've paid what I didn't ask for, so now let me have the alone time I deserve." I exhaustedly implore just as Suri's phone went off, and alarmed, she started scrolling through.

"Holly freaking molly." She screeched-a blood-curdling scream. I had to press my fingers into my ears to hold them together from cracking my brain.

"What?" Rather disgruntled, Quinn scowled at her friend.

"Before the fireworks, Kai Belcher will be fighting Tyron Bertram." Suri excitedly announces, not taking her eyes from her phone even for a second. "It's happening tonight. Tyron just got in town." She added.