Free Side Swiped By My Step Brother by Scarlett Ward Page B

going to be. There are days when I really wish that I was still in school. Enjoy those days. I’m gonna go pee and then we should go back out there, okay? And if you don’t want to spend the night checking out our new stepbrother, then I will!” She laughs and goes into one of the empty stalls.
                  While she’s in there, I grip the side of the sink and give myself another pep talk—this time silently—in the mirror.
                  Just go out there and act normally. No one has to know about this. You can get through this. I take a deep breath—or as deep a breath as I can in this dress—and walk out of the bathroom.
                  Back in the restaurant, people are lining up at the buffet, helping themselves to filet mignon, veal medallions, saffron risotto, bacon wrapped shrimp with pesto, oysters on the half shell, arugula and endive salad. I get a plate and take some salad and a few of the oysters. That’s probably about all I’m going to be able to eat if I still want to fit in this dress.
                  I’m reaching for a napkin when I see that Jai is on the other side of the table, helping himself to a generous portion of the oysters.
                  “You know what they say about oysters,” he says. I pretend I didn’t hear him, but when I look over, he’s staring right at me.
                  “What?” I hiss. “You think you’re being clever? You think you’re going to impress me with that totally unoriginal line, like I’ve never heard that oysters are an aphrodisiac? That’s not why I took some—I happen to like how they taste very much and as a poor college student, I can’t afford to eat like this!”
                  He’s still staring. At my chest. Then the smirk returns. “Might want to pull up that dress, Janet Jackson.”
                  “What?” I look down. My left breast has completely popped out of the top of the dress, my nipple there on full display for anyone who happens to be looking. “Shit!” I try to stuff myself back in the dress, dropping the plate of salad and oysters in the process. “Fuck!”
                  “You know, they’ve got things you can paste on in these sorts of situations.” He reaches over and picks up the wayward oysters and puts them back on my plate.
                  “I’m not eating those,” I say. “I need to talk to you.”
                  I wriggle my shoulders and try to get myself as secure in the dress as I can before I hurry around to the other side of the buffet table. “I need to talk to you over here.” We go to the back of the restaurant, near the hallway to the bathroom, and I strategically place myself behind one of the columns that keeps us partially obscured from the rest of the restaurant.
                  “Imagine meeting you here,” Jai says, a slow grin spreading across his face. “I really had no idea. No idea at all. I knew I was going to be getting some stepsisters out of this blessed union, but I really had no clue—”
                  “Are you fucking kidding me? You expect me to believe that? You’re a fucking dog. A total fucking asshole.”
                  “I really do like the scarf. And the dress, too. You should’ve left the tit out. You’ve got great tits, you know.”
                  “I do NOT want to talk about my tits!”
                  “That’s certainly not the tune you were singing last night.”
                  “Do you realize how not funny this is? What a complete disaster this is? OUR PARENTS ARE GETTING MARRIED. That means we’re going to be brother and sister.”
                  “Step brother and sister. There’s a difference, darling.”
                  “That incest! It’s so wrong on so many