It was a week before Christmas as I laid in my bedroom reading a magazine made for teenage girls with boyfriend problems. Typical. My mom and new step dad Mark went out a few hours ago to get a Christmas tree, along with a few last minute groceries and gifts. The air was chilly and stale as light breezes came in through the screen, making me shiver as I was wearing just a black tank top and red shorts, typical night clothes no matter what the temperature was outside.
Closing the window with a light bang, I resumed reading the magazine I carelessly threw across the bed. Nothing was really that interesting to me as I fingered through the pages, it was just something to do, and I was bored out of my mind. I heard the door downstairs open and close, assuming it was mom and Mark home already, I ignored it. Soon it was quiet, that is until I heard sharp knocks against my door, to soft to be my mother's, yet to hard to be Mark's. I grumbled annoyingly as I realized who it was. Mark's nineteen year old son and my new step brother Matt. He was home for break much like I was. Except he got out a week late due to his finals running slow, I had been off four days already. It was nice without dealing with his comments and jabs towards me attending a local school and not a State University like him.
The knocks continued as I huffed. I really didn't want to deal with his shit right now, and I dreaded coming into a fake happy family conversation with him at dinner.
"Be right there!" I called. Shoving the magazine under the pillows and straightening up my bed.
"Lisa, let me in, now!" his voice was gruff and dangerous, I rolled my eyes as I answered the door, I hated Matt more than I had ever disliked anyone, it was obvious he didn't like me much either.
"Yes, brother dear? How may I be of service to you this fine evening?" I almost lost it as his light blue eyes grew to a dark sapphire and his arms flexed, he was pissed off and I found it hilarious.
"Let me in your goddamn room!" he slammed the door open, barely crushing my hand that could've been wedged in the door if I hadn't moved it.
"Congratulations, you're in my room, mission accomplished, see ya." I said motioning to the door. He chuckled a dark laugh and laid on my bed, he was not phased by my now foul mood he put me in.
"Where's my dad and Sarah?" he asked, kicking off his Jordan sneakers and propped his hands behind his head, as if he had no intention of leaving.
"Christmas shopping. Now will you leave?" he avoided the question.
"When did they leave?"
"Just an hour ago. Get out."
"When will they be back?" I glanced at him stupidly.
"Oh, I get it, you're just here to annoy me. Does it look like I fucking know what time they'll be home, Matt? Am I with them? No."
His dark brown hair fell in his sapphire colored eyes and he smirked at me, it made my stomach flip and twist, still laying on my bed, he propped himself up to a sitting position, his muscles working against his white t-shirt. The material tight against his toned frame, he worked out down the basement frequently and had many girlfriends, each one sluttier than the next, in short, Matt was raw sexuality and we both knew it.
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked as his eyes never left mine. I licked my lips subconsciously eyeing him up and down.
"I should be asking you the same question."
"What do you want Matt?" I let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at him tiredly.
"You don't like me do you?" he asked. In all seriousness, it threw me off guard.
"Never have, never will." I replied, crossing my arms against my chest.
"I don't think I like you either, in fact, I can't fucking stand you. You, the little slut who is the bane of my existence, and you're fucking mother? She just sits there and watches you act like a little fucking angel around her and my father. I bet you want his cock too."
