Free Stepbrother: Clubbed by Sybil Ling

Stepbrother: Clubbed
     
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    “Casey!” I moaned out. “I feel like a tramp in this dress!”
    “That’s the point Heather,” my best friend said back to me. I was glancing at the bathroom mirror, absolutely disgusted with myself. I was wearing a one piece dress black dress that showed off way too much skin, high heels that hurt like a bitch and to top it all off, I was plastered with makeup. If it is any consolation, at least Casey hasn’t touched my hair. It was long, dark, flowing down freely, just the way I like it.
    “I…I don’t think I can do this Casey,” I said, quickly thinking of a lie. “I have, umm, more packing to do!”
    “But we boxed up all your stuff yesterday! Did you forget that I live here or something?” she said seeing right through it. “Sorry Heather, no getting out of this one!”
    “But, I don’t think I am ready! You know, emotionally.”
    “Pfft!” she snorted out. “Do I have to go through the whole spiel again? Jeez Heather, you have to come! For once in your life, just let go! Live a little!” These were all phrases she has said many times in the past. Casey has a habit of always trying to coax me out to parties, which proved to be quite annoying during my finals. “You have no reason not to come! School is finished! You’re about to be whisked off to another college! Besides, you probably won’t have any time for partying or guys or anything during your medical degree.”
    Bah! She was right. Casey is always right about these things. In two days, I will be flying off to the other side of the country. Through sheer willpower (or as Casey calls it, ignoring my sexuality) I have managed to attain a really high GPA in my Bachelor of Science degree. And by high, I mean high enough that I was offered a scholarship into an MBBS. Fully paid, no further student loans! It will take a lifetime to pay off my undergraduate anyway. Still, the opportunity is way too good for me to pass off, even if I have to leave my friends and family behind.
    “Besides, you seriously need to get over that guy. I mean, I understand you being too chicken to do anything despite all my prodding, but you can’t just do nothing about the guy then cry woe is me for nothing happening!” she said while priming up her dress. “You just need a little something, something in your life!”
    “Yeah, being screwed by a stranger will solve all my problems,” I snarled back at her.
    “Yep! That’s the spirit!” she chirped back, my sarcasm brushing right over her. “Plenty of fish in the sea. Most of them flop around like fish too in the sack, but you’ll soon learn how to weed the duds out!”
    “I hate that analogy. Fish are so not hot!”
    “No fish? OK then! There are plenty of octopuses in the sea! ” Casey said with a chuckle. I shuddered at the thought of tentacles while making an exaggerated fake barfing sound.
    “Careful! You look hotter without the vomit stains! Speaking of which, damn you look good!”
    “Eh, not as good as you Casey!”
    “Oh shush! Now, we better head off soon, don’t want to hit the clubs too late!”
    “Yes, I suppose so,” I said. “Oh Kane, it was never meant to be…” I mumbled on, thinking out loud.
    “Oi! Don’t you even think about him! You know he is a bit of a player anyway! Judging from the pics online. You’ve said it yourself, he is a stud that can get any girl he wants. Usually young ones with long brunette hair just like…” she stopped eyeing me. Casey was right, Kane does have a type. Girls that look just like me. And that is not just my imagination tricking me into false hope! I think…“Look, just don’t think about your stepbrother while we are out dancing, OK?”
     
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    Kane is my stepbrother. Yeah, I know, great job there Heather, you’ve fallen for your brother. The thing is, it was sort of impossible for me not to fall for him. The two of us used to be like two peas in a pod back during our school days. As a kid, Kane was