The Bitch that is My Step-sister – EX

The Bitch that is my step-sister

Extended

By

Soul71

Thanks to WAA01 and Killerarmyguy for the edits

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Krissy Lancash, or formerly Ms. Krissy Walburg, laid out beneath the sun in the backyard of her husband’s grandparents’ property. Humming the tune from their wedding two months ago while the rays of the hot sun warmed her bikini-clad body as she lounged, on the one she’s come to favor, lounger since her time moving in with Jamie and becoming his wife. Granted, she wasn’t all that pleased with having to lie to her father and Rhonda about her and Jamie’s relationship. Yet she knew they wouldn’t understand the feelings she had for Jamie; she knew Jamie felt the same way. That was until she felt a shadow looming over her.

“Excuse you?!” Krissy snapped at being brought out of her daydreaming. “Do you make it a habit of trespassing on other people’s property and staring creepily at a girl?” she asked, pushing herself back into the lounger.

“Sorry, thought you could see me; I didn’t mean to startle you,” the young man, clearly from the northern climes, said as he sat down on the other lounger.

“Did I say you could sit? Does this look like a hotel to you?” Krissy hissed when the man wasn’t taking the hint.

“Then come with me, we can get to know each other; I got a hotel room, full mini bar, anything you want. Damn, girl, you’re fucking hot,” the man said, not seeing Krissy rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses.

“Tell you what go wrestle a mountain lion, then ask me; if not, get out of my face,” Krissy said, waving the man off.

“What? That’s absurd!”

“Why? My husband did it. Are you not man enough to fight a mountain lion?” Krissy asked with a shit-eating grin when she noticed how Jamie had walked around the corner of the house at that exact moment with their drinks in his hands.

“He lied to you; no way he could ever do that, so why don’t you cut the stick and just come with me,” the man said, laying his hand on Krissy’s thigh.

“Oh, I think my hubby would have something to say about that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Krissy cooed, smiling seductively at Jamie.

The scar that marred the right side of his face made him look sinister when he smirked like he was doing at that moment when the man just leapt to his feet. “Next time you touch my wife, when she’s clearly given you no several times, you were just too stupid to understand it. I will beat you with your own hands if you set foot on this property ever again. Now leave before I call the cops for your trespassing on private property,” Jamie stated, keeping his tone hard, yet in his mind, he was laughing his ass off as the man backpeddled towards the beach.

“Hey man, there wasn’t a sign…”

“It’s right fucking there, you idiot,” Jamie said coldly, pointing to the sign on the fence he and his grandfather put up to keep people like the man before him from trampling the lawn to woo Krissy. “There’re two of them! Are you telling us you can’t read! In this day and age! Shocking! Or are you trying to save your ass because you know what you did was illegal for stepping onto private property when it’s been clearly marked we don’t want visitors? Was it something I said?” Jamie asked as he looked back at Krissy, who had been giggling through it all, only to laugh hysterically as she watched the man race off.

“Hey,” Krissy’s alluring voice and beckoning finger pulled Jamie down to her level once he had handed her, her drink, “mmm… I’ve missed these lips,” Krissy cooed as her fingertips skimmed along Jamie’s left cheek as he rose.

“You know, we’re going to have to install an electric fence, maybe even some barbwire, since obviously, no one can read anymore,” Jamie said as he lowered himself down beside Krissy.

“Hush,” Krissy uttered, playfully slapping his left forearm. “You know they’re only after what they can’t have, right?” she purred as her thumb moved her engagement ring back and forth on her finger, causing the light to sparkle off of it. “Baby, I know you don’t want to go up there, but you and I know we have to. Our little brother will be born in a month.”

“Your brother, not mine,” Jamie said offhandedly.

“You’re doing it again,” Krissy huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Huh?” Jamie muttered into his can.

“You said the exact same thing about Suzie when she was born. Now look at you, paying the artists at school a hundred bucks each to come in the early morning to make mermaid theme objects for her,” Krissy said, waving to the ones that hadn’t been knocked down by spoiled children. “Why else do you have those scars if you didn’t care about her, hmm?”

“What makes you think I do it for Suzie? Maybe I like irking the piss out of your father and Rhonda,” Jamie countered.

“Lie to yourself all you want, Jamie; I know the real reason; you think I’m sleeping in that bed when you sneak out of it in the mornings? Hardly,” rolling her eyes, “when you do have it done, I usually hide behind the curtain, listening and watching it all. What did you think? I was sound asleep when you came back? Nope, you have no idea how hard it was not to roll over and smother you in my kisses for being so sweet to her. So why are you so vehement about not claiming our future little brother as your brother?” Krissy asked, only to be interrupted by her cellphone. “It’s Dad; we’ll finish this later, don’t!” she hissed, slapping his hand hard when he was about to make a crude comment about her father if the look on his face was any indication of where Jamie’s mind was. “Hey, Dad, how…”

“Krissy, you need to come home now!”

“What’s going on?!” Krissy asked; fear began to flood her chest at her father’s frantic words. Her blonde hair floated on the heavy, hot, salted breeze. Her blue eyes darted to and fro in worry as silence was on the other line.

“It’s Rhonda…” Her heart sank like a stone at the thought of something happening to her or their brother that was due in a month. Slyly noting how Jamie’s eyes glanced up and over to her. “She had your brother early.”

“You butthole! I was really worried!” A screeching howl of joy filled the air when her mind caught up to what David had just said. Ignoring the look, Jamie was giving her as she danced around in excitement. “Perv!” Krissy mouthed when all Jamie was doing was staring at her bouncing breasts. “So why didn’t you call us?”

“Rhonda’s idea; she wanted to wait till she was out of the hospital and back home and settled for a day or two before calling you.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“You’re the first person I’m about to call everyone else; we wanted the two of you to be the first to know the news. Although if Jamie is like his normal self, he probably wouldn’t care either way,” David said, wondering if the two months away from his former home had softened Jamie any.

“Alright, let me talk to Jamie, and I’ll call you back,” Krissy said with a huge smile on her lips at the news.

“Okay, honey, love you; let me know if you’re coming alone or not.” David wasn’t all that hopeful that Jamie would be tagging along with her. Even though he knew it would mean the world to Rhonda. Recounting the first week they left in June where Rhonda just cried herself to sleep every night. Looking over to his wife, watching how she was gazing at their son as his little body was swaddled in a baby blanket.

“Jamie…”

“We’ll go up like we planned,” Jamie cut in.

“Boy, stop being stubborn and get your butt in that house and pack,” Hugo said, walking into the backyard. “I know you don’t like them, hell, I don’t like them, sorry Kris…”

“No, it’s understandable,” Krissy said with a warm smile and a taunting look down at Jamie when he wasn’t arguing with her about it but his grandfather as well.

“But a man puts that aside for a time just to welcome your half-brother into the world. You are that kind of man, aren’t you? I know my boy taught you how to be that kind of man since I taught him. So, get,” Hugo said, thumbing towards the door, telling Andrew to get packing. “You can thank me when you get back,” he called after him as Jamie grumbled as he headed off to the room he and Krissy had moved into, which happened to be his father’s room when Darriel was a boy.

“Thanks for the backup, Pop,” Krissy spoke, smiling warmly at the old man using the affectionate nickname she gave him a month into their stay.

“He’s like his father when he was that age, head strong and stubborn as a mule; you two be safe on the road; if it gets too late, stop for the night; nothing wrong with showing up the next day,” Hugo said in a caring voice only to hear their bedroom window opening.

“If I’m going, I want to get this over with as fast as possible, so get that little butt in here,” Jamie said firmly before shutting the window.

“Well, best get my butt in gear, or he’s going to be grumpy all the way there,” Krissy uttered, rising onto her toes and placing a kiss on Hugo’s right cheek. “If we’re not back in a week, we’ll definitely be back before school starts; tell Marla for us, will you?” she called back as she made her way to the back door.

“I will. Don’t let Jamie get into too much trouble.”

“I won’t.” Were the last of Krissy’s words as the door closed behind her.

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Nearly eleven hours later…

Darkness had blanketed the city Jamie Lancash left behind two months ago for a better environment to live in. Reaching over and shaking Jamie awake, given how they had switched off driving halfway through, so she was rested enough to make the last five hours to Connecticut when Jamie began to doze off.

“Baby, we’re home,” Krissy whispered in a loving tone as she shook Jamie awake.

“So you turned around?” Jamie asked groggily in his seat as he stretched.

“No,” Krissy drew out the word while the darkness hid her smile. “Home,” she said, nodding towards the darkened house.

“Shucks,” Jamie sighed, earning him a slap on his chest.

“I’ll text Dad while you get our bags; we don’t want to wake Suzie,” Krissy warned when Jamie was about to open his mouth only to close it. “It’ll be okay; I’ll take care of you later,” she cooed, winking at him in the overhead light as Jamie opened his door while she sent her father a text, who told her he would stay up until they arrived that night. Her father knew they wouldn’t make it until nearly midnight that evening when she talked to him as they left Jamie’s grandparent’s home. “Give me your ring so I know you won’t lose it,” Krissy said, slipping off her wedding ring for the first time; if it wasn’t to shower, wash dishes, or her hands, she never took it off. She valued the commitment it took to stay loyal to the one you agreed to marry. “This will be okay, Jamie; you’ve dealt with Dad for years; a week or more won’t kill you,” she whispered as their lips left each other’s as her right hand instinctively placed their rings in the small pocket on the left side of her purse. Their heads turned as the front porch light flicked on. Krissy’s blonde hair whipped behind her as she raced towards the door as it inched open, only to collide in her father’s arms once he had stepped outside.