Free Stepbrother: Taboo Passion by Casey Dare

 
    Stepbrother: Taboo Passion
     
    I was feeling queasy, an annoying combination of anxious and excited. The texts couldn’t have been any clearer. Fiona is traveling into the city to check out J.M.I.T., her future college, and will be staying in my studio during the duration of her visit. I am Seth, bricklaying contractor in the big city.
     
    I haven’t been this nervous since I last saw Fiona a couple months back. Fiona is my sister. Well stepsister actually. My father remarried after catching my mother having an affair when I was in my early teens. Dad, being the strapping charmer that he is, was able to snag up a nice friendly new wife quite quickly. One year later and I had a new second mother and a stepsister.
     
    I have been living out on my own for about a year now, often visiting the family whenever I had the spare time between jobs. Fiona and the folks lived a couple hours away in a small rural town. Fiona’s home since birth actually. I suppose living away from the hustle and bustle of the city was a part of the allure for Dad. I hated it however…
     
    Fiona and I instantly hit it off. She was a very outspoken, extroverted person, always speaking her mind. I am…quite timid to be honest. Absolutely loathe small talk, or even just generic chit chat. I wanted to keep my contacts to a minimum. Introverted to a fault I guess. It was part of the reason why I hated my new home. Everyone from that place was just so God damn friendly. Every time I went to the shops, the shop keep would keep me there for ages , mostly asking me to compare city and town life. Old ladies on the streets, the local sheriff, farmers bringing in their produce, all of them wanted to stop and have a chat with the new kid.
     
    Now don’t get me wrong, I am not a total social recluse. Another thing I disliked about the town was the lack of people my age. Fiona’s mother homeschooled the two of us. Luckily the two of us were nearly the same age, me being just a year older.
     
    Fiona on the other hand loves her town and the people that reside in it. In a way she was just like them , able to blab on for hours about the most mundane things. She would go out of her way to talk to the neighbors, to chat with the farmers, to be friendly to the shop keeps…
     
    It was quite odd. I generally hated small talk. I generally dislike people. Yet, all those social rules seemed to fly out the window when I was with my sister. We spent a lot of time together as teenagers, having nobody else our own age to hang out with. We would walk around the town, taking in the fresh mid-western scenery. We would read the books our mom assigned us under the grand oak tree. Heck, we would even gaze up into the clouds and discuss the stupid little shapes we could see. Lying down on the paddock, lying on my sister’s shoulder, talking about basically nothing…
     
    I was really enjoying the time I spent with my sister, even if it wasn’t too exciting. Just something about being in her presence was invigorating. I was just a shy guy in a new town. With Fiona, I felt whole, complete, like I had a place in the middle of nowhere. Every minute I spent with her just felt so damn right. When she smiled at me, my whole body would light up. All boredom, anxiety and stress would just float away. All that mattered was spending as much time with my sister as possible.
     
    Then things started to become a little awkward. Fiona started to act real different around me about the time we were to “graduate”, which is to say, take our finals in a supervised auditorium in the big city. During that trip, I was able to sneak back a few pamphlets to help secure employment. Have to admit, Fiona’s mom was a real good teacher. Fiona was able to secure a scholarship with her grades, getting a secure spot in J.M.I.T.’s Bachelor of Commerce program.
     
    I never bothered applying for scholarships or college, even though I probably could have. By that time my mind was completely