Her slut of a mother was off in the Bahamas or wherever else she damn well wanted my fathers my money to take her. Leigh would say that my bastard father was away screwing whatever French maid would accept him. Despite our feelings for our step parents there was a very easy flowing relationship between my step sister Leigh and myself.
Back up a bit. My parents got divorced very early on - my father was always too damn devoted to work to care about mother or I. She left him and took a massive slab of his financial worth but father cared little - in fact he was already lining up number 2. Leigh’s father was a small time carpet retailer who couldn’t keep his hands to himself (or to his wife) which left of course to her leaving him and dragging Leigh with her. It was during her move that she walked into my fathers office to apply for a job. She probably gave great head for she got the job and soon more than a simple boss/secretary illicit affair began. This is where mother left but father cared little for as I said he was lining up miss tarts mother.
I remember meeting Leigh for the first time. It was at bullshit thanksgiving and let me tell you I would have fallen off my chair if I wasn’t so keen on hiding my arousal. Leigh is simply stunning - 5'10 pert breasts and a tight arse, face like sunshine and hair the colour of honey but her temper was anything but sweet.
Before I knew it her bitch of a mom had moved in but with her came Leigh. I was considered the luckiest guy at school by all my piers thinking about what it must be like to live with such a goddess but if only they knew what a heinous bitch she really was.
Weeks turned into months and I knew a thing was developing between Leigh and I - a very destructive love hate relationship, you know the kind where you cover your true feelings for a person with sheer animosity? well that was it to a tee...for a very long time...until...
Dad and Leigh’s mom were going through a rough patch and both went out on the town to drink there misery away, Leigh was out with whatever guy amused her at the time and I was at home finishing an assignment. Well that was my excuse - I really didn’t want to spend the night with Melissa, my current girl and a dead bore. Mental note that just because a chick has a fuckability rating of 9 doesn’t mean she will intrest you indefinitely. Anyway - all that is beside the point. At about 11 the front door slammed and Leigh came in. I could hear her whimpering all the way to her bedroom so I knew something serious was up. I decided it was time for one of those caring brother moments as opposed to upsetting her more so I got up and opened my door before walking down the hall and knocking.
"yes" she said which I simply took as an indication to come in.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a tight red pleather mini skirt, a tank top and jacket with tears trailing mascara down her face. I sat on the bed next to her.
"want to talk about it?" she just shook her head and turned to me, her head on my chest, her sobs racking her body and shaking mine and all I could do was pat her back...
Little did I know what was at the core of the problem for a few weeks. It turned out she felt that boy Johnny was the one, she was opening up to him, telling him personal things the likes of which I never even suspected of existing. One of which was her sexual preference - it turned out Leigh was bi and that all Johnny could do was joke about girls who did girls and turned into a real prick. The picture was starting to build and all I could do was wonder what unexpected thing would happen next.