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“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

I doubted it. “I run an events company,” I replied, keeping my tone steady even though my pulse was racing. “Small parties, corporate functions, that sort of thing.” “Impressive,” he said, eyes holding mine a beat too long. “Takes a lot of dedication.” Mum smiled between us, completely oblivious. “See? I knew you two would get along.” I stared at my plate, food suddenly looking impossible to eat. The man I’d slept with. The man I’d insulted and paid off like some cheap mistake. He was going to be my stepfather?

“Good morning” “Good morning” my step father, it's kind of awkward between us and I haven't bring myself to call him my father I keep thinking that some day papa is going to show up by the door and take us home and the more I wish that, the more is never going to happen. He is gone and I will never see him again but I can't bring myself to think that, not yet. I sniff the moment I slide into the chair. “Bless you” my step father says.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

My stepfather. He looks like he was carved out of something harder than the rest of us. Broad shoulders that strain every shirt he owns. Forearms that flex when he pours coffee. A jaw that could cut glass and a mouth that rarely smiles unless he’s looking at my mother. He is the last man I should be thinking about when I slide my hand between my legs at night. He is also the only man I think about. His sons are worse.

I have no interest in the car or the person driving it, figuring they must be a friend of my stepfather’s, so instead of gawking, I grab some boxes for my room and make my way into the house. "Everything ok?" I spin at the sound of his voice, Charles, my new stepfather. My mother married him within twenty-four hours of their meeting in Vegas. They called it a whirlwind romance. That was three months ago, so we're still getting to know each other. "Yup, just a couple more boxes left. The movers took care of the larger items," I reply, beaming. Although I had not known him long, I could tell he was a good man and that he truly loved my mother– even if I was skeptical when she came home with a

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

“At least, I didn’t dig deeper into your existence. I might even know more about your identity than you do about yourself.” I furrowed my brow. “I don’t have time to get to know myself because there’s nothing special about me. And that man in the picture you saw, he's not my father. He’s Nadine’s father, Uncle Noel.” “So, he’s your stepfather?” I shrugged. “Yeah, kind of. But he never really became a father figure to me. He just got my mom pregnant and then ran away from his responsibilities. He’s just lazy, always giving orders and drinking. He didn’t contribute anything to our lives.”

Taking my arms under his, he lifted me from the bed and said, "Last time I'll shower you too." In his arms, he takes me to my bathroom and bathes me. We both showered and a few minutes later, he came out. He helped in change the bed cover then he dressed me up. All of this, I was surprised at myself. I think I have just started going crazy just by looking at my stepdad. In the bed, where I lay I muttered, "Don't come any closer Aiden. Let's pretend nothing happened this tonight, I feel so... this is my mom's love, my mother loves you."

"My son, you still haven't forgotten about our past . I turned to look at the man whom I had begged for his love. All I wanted was to be called his son but he told me to my face that I could never be his son. That was just a Mistake . "So the mistake is now a son right "you never really seem to amaze me old man. I saw my step mom trying to say a word but my dad instructed her to kept quiet and she did .