Novel & Cerita Vacation With My Stepmom

"I can't believe you sent these sorts of photos in the middle of the night just to seduce me!" "I didn't plan on doing that. I was just sharing my daily life with you." What a flippant excuse! Still, Stephanie was amused by the text. Then again… "Well, you're allowed to share more of such photos with me. I love admiring them." Adrian texted back immediately, "Got it!" After flirting with Adrian for a little longer, Stephanie finally brought up the main topic. "Next month on the 8th is my mom's birthday. Can you clear out some time in your schedule to travel to Zendorville with me?"

But I knew better than to imagine myself there. “I really cannot wait,” Mom giggled, reaching over to hold Declan’s hand. I kept eating. “I’ve always wanted to visit Seychelles,” Stephan said casually, cutting into his steak. He wasn’t even looking at me… or speaking to me, but somehow my body still reacted, tense and alert. “Ohhh, then you should come with us,” Mom’s voice turned syrupy, almost too fast. “It’ll be fun.” Stephan chuckled, shaking his head.

"I was hoping me and you could go camping or something this weekend. You know, just a daddy, daughter trip like we used to do all the time." My dad frowns. "I'm sorry sweetie. I was going to take your mom somewhere nice this weekend. We have a lot of catching up to do, if you know what I mean." He says, hinting around about sex. My step mom starts giggling and playfully slaps my dad's arm. The two of them kiss again and dad whispers something in her ear.

I demanded through gritted teeth. We were all standing outside, in front of two cars. The whole family was traveling to a vacation island that belonged to my rich step father, and my mother just revealed I’d be riding with my step brothers. That instantly sounded like a literal nightmare. But my mother didn’t even spare me a look, as expected. She only told me to stop being dramatic and to not ruin this trip for her. That was it. Which is why I’m presently scowling at my biggest nemesis ever.

I don't think sober mom will like that idea at all. I parked my Jeep on the street, the driveway only had room for one car. I got out, threw my duffle over my shoulder, and headed for the house. Stoic dad, sister worried sick, mom with two personalities and a drinking problem. Yup, gonna be a real fun vacation.

Just then, Dad and Stepmom announced that they were heading for their honeymoon very soon, and this made me so sad. Not that I want them to stay. I'm going to be stuck with this Dracula! "Now Tara, I know you and Dennis haven't been getting along lately. But I need you to just try and be a sister to your brother," Step Mom advice sweetly, cupping my face. She has been noticing the distance between us and didn't like it. "Please, I know he can be a brick at times, but Dennis is full of surprises. When we leave, try to get him to go out with you and do some fun stuffs. Trust me, you'll love him," She assured me, smiling.

KATE’S POV “No, that’s not happening. You can’t leave me alone with Jeremy, you know we don't get along,” I pleaded, my voice tight as I tried to make my mother understand. “It’s fine, honey. This will help you two break the ice.” Mom forced a bright smile, zipping her leather duffel bag shut. “Your father and I planned this getaway specifically to give you and Jeremy some space to bond.” “Stepdad” I snapped under my breath, rolling my eyes toward the ceiling.

“It’s no trouble. Just let Mrs. Whitcomb know when you’d like to go out.” I grin. “You’re officially my favorite person in this house.” “Well, I’m glad somebody appreciates me.” I reach for my phone, already considering where I might go. A bookstore, maybe. An art supply store. Somewhere with normal people and absolutely no judgmental tattooed assholes. My phone vibrates. Carson: Hey, beautiful. Something came up at work. Might be distracted today, but I’ll message you when I can. Me: No worries. My new stepdad just arranged a driver so I can escape this madhouse. I’m going exploring.

The house felt different the moment our parents drove away. Mom and Richard had just left for their two-week honeymoon in Bali, leaving me completely alone with my new stepbrother, Liam. I stood at the living room window in my oversized hoodie and soft cotton shorts, watching the car disappear down the long driveway. My stomach was already twisting with nerves.

"Mila? Why are you calling me? I hope your dad hasn't gotten tired of you already and wants to send you back to me. I've taken care of you for a while now; it's his turn now." I swallowed. "No, Mom," I said softly, holding the phone tightly against my ear as I walked down the sidewalk. "I just... I just wanted to hear your voice. I missed you." "Oh," she said, her tone indifferent. "Well, I’m actually quite busy today. Miller and I are planning for a weekend at a resort. He’s taking me out of town next week." My heart skipped a beat. Miller. I could never forget that name. He was my stepfather.