But You're My...

Ice Cream

I wake up, greeted by my dog licking my face. Saturday morning felt like heaven. "OH MY GOSH YES YES A MILLION TIMES I DO" I go outside to see what the commotion is about. The man I saw last night was on his knee proposing to my mom. She slips the merchandise on her finger and stares in awe, I have no idea how to feel. Ive never seen this man a day in my life and somehow he's suddenly supposed to be my dad. I didn't feel like being confused this early in the morning  so I went back to bed, feeding my dog first. 

some weeks later

I was forced to help this mans son carry his things and unpack into his new room, which was supposed to be my office but fuck me right, all my office things had been shoved in my room and in the room was a bed and some dressers. I bend down to grab a box and grunt as I take on its weight. "let me help you" someone says and when we make eye contact I drop the box on my foot. "No fucking way" I say in a sarcastic tone, completely ignoring the pain in my foot. Jake was my step brother. I close my eyes to keep from rolling them, smile and pick up the box. When I bring it to his room I drop it strait on the floor, feeling satisfied I might have broken something. I  wanted him to be as far away from me as possible and here he is living in my house. I turn around and run right into him with is box of books, some henti magazines falling out. He turns a bright red as I bust out laughing. Huge animated boobs displayed on the front cover of the majority of them. "Im so telling the whole school" I smirk, he turns around fast, "You wouldn't" He says with some fear "You don't even talk at school" he continues. "I would totally talk for some shit like this hashtag exposed" I laugh run out to grab another box. I run down the stairs and slip from running so fast, instead of hitting the floor I am set back on my feet. I say thanks and finish running to the truck.

School approaches and Jakes dad forced him to drive me, he didn't want to because he was scared I was going to expose him, but he wanted to pretend he was mad. I mock him about his magazines the whole way there, I could see by the look in his eyes he already hated having me as a sister. We pull into the drive way and he looks at me, his face still full on red. "Are you really telling people?" he asks. I just laugh and run out the car. Being evil to him just came naturally, maybe I was quickly adjusting to giving my kind of sisterly love. 

Jake had been living for us for a week now, his room was almost set up and he was out with some friends. Me being nosy I went snooping, I found some pictures of his mother, a few yearbooks, nothing special, this guy was the most basic dude ever. Besides the henti, there was nothing else to make fun of him about. He didn't even look that bad so calling him ugly would be a waste of time. Suddenly I felt the effects of going to bed at 6 and waking up at 7 so I let my eyes flutter before I fall back onto the soft bed. 

When I wake up its dark outside, I smell soap and bubbles. Suddenly a door opens, steam comes out and Jake exits with a towel loosely rapped around his waist. I could not deny the fact that it was kinda hot but I kept it to myself. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, getting ready to leave when Jake screams at the top of his lungs and I get a towel thrown at his head. I take the towel off my face and scream with him as I see his penis hanging where the towel should have been. I threw the towel back and covered my eyes. "Jesus when did you get in here? You can't just sneak up on me like that" He says, I can hear him shuffling through his drawers. "Is it safe to look yet?" I ask "One sec," he responds quickly. "Okay you're good now" he says and I open my eyes. He had put on some basketball shorts but was still topless. "I fell asleep dipshit, you should've woken me up before you took a shower" I say walking to the door. "Aww you missed me so much you had to sleep in big brothers bed" he coos. "First of all i'm older than you by like 4 months so try again" I roll my eyes and close his door. I search my room for my phone then check the time when I get it. It was 7 at night and I had no homework. I smiled to myself and headed to the kitchen to make myself a victory bowl of ice-cream. Swaying my hips to an imaginary tune in my head as I scoop the ice-cream, I hear "So you like to dance huh" Jake walks in the kitchen, grabbing who knows what. "Is wearing a shirt like restricted or something?" I ask with a disgusted look on my face. "Yup" he says popping the 'p'. I roll my eyes for the millionth time and grab a spoon for my famous ice cream. That first bite was amazing but was ruined when a spoon dove into my ice cream and took a chunk out. I gasp and rub my spoon in my ice cream then spatter it on his face. He yelps and does the same. Eventually it turns into a Ice cream war but of course I won.