Mess With My Stepbrother Novel – Lily I knew going camping with my family was a terrible idea but let myself be talked into it anyway. I’m not opposed to camping, in theory, as long as a hotel is involved. In the very least, a nice RV, but my parents like to kick it old school. Which is why I’m trying to keep up with everyone while a gigantic pack strapped on my back keeps trying to tip me ass over teakettle onto the dirt path we’ve been following for the last twenty minutes and mosquitoes feast on me like I’m a giant Slurpee.
Dad and my stepmom, Sarah are leading us, I’m in the middle of the group, and Ethan, my stepbrother, is taking up the rear. If I fall over in front of Ethan, there’s a better than fifty percent chance he’s either going to make fun of me or just step over me and keep on walking. Either scenario would be devastating for what little pride I have left. So I force myself to move faster, all the while daydreaming about air conditioning and the Kindle I tucked into my pack. Dad said bring the essentials and I did. My entire library is at my fingertips.
“And we’ve arrived.” My dad throws both hands up like he’s presenting a prize on a game show. We’ve arrived alright. There’s a lake to our right and a tired looking firepit not far from shore with some half-rotten logs tucked in around it for seating. Not far from the firepit is a sagging picnic table.
“Oh, this is beautiful,” my stepmom gushes as she drops her pack and turns with her hands on her hips. I feel Ethan nudge me with his elbow. I glance up at him and swallow on a suddenly dry throat. “Did you pack the sunscreen?” I nod. “Better use it, then. Your ears are turning red.” “Yeah, I will in a minute.” He turns away from me and drops his own pack.
I have to force my eyes away from him. It’s been like that ever since our parents married four years ago. There’s just something about Ethan that draws the eye. Even dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top with his ballcap flipped backwards, he’s a feast for the eyes. “Alright, kids, let’s get the tents set up, then we can go exploring.” Dad claps his hands together, and we all get to work setting up the tents. Me and Ethan are paired together to set up our own tents, side by side.
We stumble through the process, with him grunting orders every so often, and me sweating and cursing under my breath. I end up smashing my thumb. “Shit!” I curse under my br.