Jennie

"Lisa," I whisper-moan, my head tipping back on the pillow. "Please, Lisa. More."

Sweat coats my body. My back arches up off the bed. My legs are spread wide open as golden sensations race from my clit to my nipples and then all over my body. My legs start to shake. I'm breathing harder and harder, fingers making frantic movements on my clit.

I remember her hands on my body. I can almost feel her in bed with me. Her weight on me and the exact pitch of her deep voice in my ear. The achingly slow way she dragged her tongue over my tender nipples. The thrust of her hips, only this time we're naked, and the cock that I've only felt through her clothes is jammed deep inside me, and she's barely able to thrust because she's so thick and I'm so tight and—

I cry out as my climax rocks my whole body. I come hard, my inner muscles clenching on nothing, aching for something.

Aching for Lisa.

My mom's wife who's currently just down the hall and in bed with my mother.

Fuck.

What am I doing?

I snap my legs closed and lift my head, struck with a sudden, guilty impulse that someone's watching me. Listening to me. For a moment, I'm sure that I'll see Lisa standing at the end of my bed, leering at me because she's just witnessed me making myself come while whimpering her name. Thinking about her body, her cock, her lips on mine, and her tongue deep inside my mouth.

I fall back with a moan, shame licking over me but wanting to go again. Morning light is peeking around my curtain, and it's nearly time to get up and go to school. Thank the stars my suspension is over, and I can finally get out of this house. My pussy is drenched, and the middle finger of my right hand is beginning to prune because I've been at this an hour and come six times. Rubbing my clit isn't enough. I want more, but I don't know how to give it to myself. When I shove my fingers inside myself, they're at an awkward angle and so shallow they do nothing for me.

I need Lisa's thick fingers and her body braced over mine, a cruel smile on her face as she slams them deep inside me, watching me writhe helplessly beneath her.

From down the hall I hear Mom's voice, muffled through the closed doors. They're both in the master bedroom. Mom and Lisa. What if they're screwing while I'm in here wishing she was dragging her fingers through my slippery pussy and getting her teeth into my nipples?

An even worse thought occurs to me, and I sit up, breaking into a cold sweat. What if she's telling Mom what we did together in her car? Or how I got myself off on her fingers the night she crept into my bed? The idea of Lisa being overly bothered by her conscience seems unlikely, but she could pretend she has to unburden herself just to fuck with this family. I don't trust her one little bit.

Or someone might have spotted her sucking on my tits in her car the other day. We were down by the river, but we weren't exactly aware of our surroundings.

I grab either side of my head and moan in horror at the thought of that gossip getting back to Mom. I'm being flayed alive by my shame. I feel even worse than I did when my uncle dragged me half naked out of Connor's car.

"So why are you still fantasizing about her?" I whisper-shriek at myself.

But I know why. It's because Lisa is so sexy it's obnoxious. Or she's so obnoxious that she's sexy. Either way, I want to punch her, scratch her, hurt her, and then have her overpower me, pin me down, and screw me senseless. The way I've been acting around her, she's heard that loud and clear, and shame burns me afresh.

"I wish she didn't know," I moan, falling back onto the pillows. She's been making my life hell these past few days, smirking at me and swaggering around. Making insinuations when no one else is within earshot. I wish I were someone else, anyone else, so I could just sleep with her and get her out of my system. It wouldn't be hard because from what I've heard, Lisa is a total manwhore. I overheard her brother lecturing her about it at the wedding. Chanyeol Manoban told Lisa she needs to man up, be a proper wife, and get Mom pregnant.

Jealously floods me from head to toe at the thought of them having that little project together. Having loads of knock-me-up sex. Taking her temperature together and doing pregnancy tests. The hope. The anticipation. Planning it all out.

I fall into a daydream, wondering what it would be like to do all that with Lisa. Especially the sex. I picture my hands pressed against Lisa's bare chest while she fucks me, every thrust punctuated with a deep groan. Filling me up with her cum and then holding me like I'm the precious, soon-to-be mother of her child. Heat floods me in a great rush.

And then turns cold as reality rushes back.

Lisa and Mom.

Mom and Lisa.

Frankly, they're a terrible couple. They have nothing in common. She doesn't make her laugh. She doesn't call her Lisa. She's never driven her—

I pinch myself, hard. What am I thinking? I'm not jealous about Lisa. I hate Lisa, and that hasn't changed because she did one nice thing for me.

I kick the blankets off my legs and stalk to the shower, a hot mess of anger, frustration, and self-disgust. I never thought I would, but I can't wait to be at school again. Mom grounded me for getting suspended, no phone, no pool, no TV, and I've had nothing to do but homework and reading and bumping into Lisa every time I leave my room.

Literally bumping into her. I swear she positions herself around corners so that I collide with her body. Suddenly off-balance, I automatically put up my hands and grab hold of whatever's closest for support. Every time she smirks down at my hands on her chest, I want to slap her face and then go up on my toes to kiss her.

I bet she knows how to use that tongue for a really good, slow—

I make a strangled noise in the back of my throat, turn just the cold tap on, and step under the freezing spray.

School is a welcome distraction, and I bury myself in the work. I can feel rather than hear the other students talking about me, and they grow bolder as the day wears on.

After lunch, people start making comments directly to my face. Boys, mostly. They pretend to be afraid of me, backing away and laughing like I'm going to attack them.

"Kim, I thought you were suspended for fighting, not attempted murder."

"Watch out, boys, the kitten has claws."

"More like fists of steel."

I don't know what they're talking about until I catch sight of Kaleb just before the end of the day. His face is purple and yellow with bruises. He can't have told anyone that me and Lisa showed up at his house and Lisa kicked the shit out of him and his brother. I suppose that doesn't go with the pro-wrestler image the two of them are trying to cultivate. Better that everyone thinks he let me hit him.

Whatever he needs to get through the day.

Suddenly, I'm the bad girl at school. I find myself walking with a spring in my step, my ponytail swinging, and a smile on my face. My good mood only gets better when I find my sister, Jessica, waiting for me at the school gates in her red convertible.

I get into the passenger seat and give her a kiss. "Jessica, what are you doing here?"

Jessica is beautiful, with dark, coppery hair that flashes red in the sunlight and bright, tawny eyes. She smiles, and dimples appear in her cheeks. "I thought I'd take the family black sheep out for ice cream now that she's free."

"Mom told you I was grounded," I grumble.

"Oh, she told me all about it, in long and lingering detail. I hope you gave that boy a black eye." Jessica's still smiling as she pulls away from the curb and into traffic, and I can't help but grin as well. We both have to deal with having a type A overbearing mother, though Jessica's had it easier than me because she's always been a good daughter and married a successful and well-connected man.

"You and Krystal are so lucky to have me to take the heat off you."

Jessica peers at me over her sunglasses. "You think? How many times has Mom told you you'd be pregnant by now if only you tried harder?"

I wince. Jessica and Tyler have been married for a year and a half, and no baby yet. "I'm sorry it's so hard. How are you feeling?"

Jessica sighs gustily as she turns onto the main street where all the cafés and shops are. "Frustrated. I'm doing all the right things. Taking my temperature. Sticking my legs in the air after."

I burst out laughing. "What?"

My sister smiles at the road ahead. "To keep the you-know-what inside you after he's finished. I feel so silly, but people swear by it. And yet, it's not working for me. At this rate, Mom's going to be pregnant before I am."

And now I'm thinking about Lisa and Mom again. "Gross."

Jessica turns to me. "What's gross?"

"Them having a baby."

"They're married. It's only natural. Jennie, why do you look so freaked out?"

I quickly rearrange my face and pretend to be bored by the conversation. "I'm not freaked out. I'm just . . ."

Freaked out.

Angry.

Jealous.

"Don't you think she's too old to have a baby?"

Jessica shrugs. "She's only forty-one, and she told me she's excited by the idea. Plus, everyone's keen for Kim-Manoban family ties to be solidified. What better way than with a baby?"

"Yes, what better way," I agree, and yet my stomach is roiling and twisting like an angry snake in a bag.

Jessica pulls up outside the ice cream shop and smiles brightly. "Here we are. I'm going to have a cone the size of my head to make me feel better about not being pregnant. After being grounded, you must need one twice the size of your head."

I'm staring blankly at the dashboard, lost in my own world. Mom will get pregnant. Jessica will get pregnant. Everything will be baby talk at home. Lisa and Tyler will fawn over their wives and newborns, two big, strong gone all soft. A sick, envious feeling spreads through my belly.

"Jennie?"

"What? Oh, I don't really feel like any ice cream."

Jessica's face falls. "But you always liked ice cream after school."

Normally I do, especially when it's with the only person in this family who actually cares about me. I take a deep breath and smile through my nausea. "You're right, I do want some. But can we take it home and eat it by the pool? I've been banned from the pool for days."

My sister relaxes into a smile. "Absolutely. Go choose your flavors, my treat."

Fifteen minutes later, we have our shoes off and we're dangling our feet in the cool water as we eat our ice cream. I have a small cup with scoops of watermelon and peach sorbet. Jessica has a waffled cone stuffed with cookies and cream, death by chocolate, and raspberry ripple.

Mom emerges from the house and surveys us with a sharp expression. When she can find nothing to reprimand me with, she turns to Jessica.

"Don't you think that's too much ice cream for one person?"

"Dairy is important for women trying to get pregnant. And for women with pushy mothers." Jessica nudges me conspiratorially and winks.

I duck my head to hide my smile. I couldn't get away with talking to Mom like that, but she merely makes a tsk sound at Jessica.

"If I get pregnant before you do, I'll be having words with your husband. Tyler can't work all the time and expect to magically father a child."

Jessica takes a dismal lick of her ice cream. "You probably will be pregnant before me. You're still in the honeymoon period where it's sex night and morning."

Mom smiles at her, her lips plump and self-satisfied. "Yes, she's a handful, my wife. So demanding."

I nearly gag on my sorbet. My mother never talks this way, and it's doubly disturbing when I remember how her wife has been trying to screw me.

"Throw the rest of that ice cream in the trash, darling. It won't encourage your husband in the bedroom if you put on a few pounds."

Jessica rolls her eyes at Mom's retreating back and returns to eating her ice cream. "Throw it out? This ice cream is way too good to throw out."

I make a vague sound in response, too preoccupied wondering if Lisa has been having clandestine quickies with Mom all over this house, just out of sight. She's never touching me again. Never ever. Who the hell is she, thinking she can screw every woman in this house?

A moment later, the woman herself walks out of the kitchen, grease stains on her fingers and muscular forearms. When we arrived, she had the garage door open while she worked on her Camaro.

"Hello, Lalisa, how are you?" Jessica asks with a polite smile.

I expect her to correct her and tell her to call her Lisa, but her expression merely flashes with annoyance before it wanders over to me. She takes in my bare legs and school skirt rucked up around my thighs away from the water. "I'm peachy. You girls look like you're having fun."

Jessica swings her legs back and forth in the pool. "Just finding ways to deal with the weight of Mom's expectations. I hope your baby-making efforts are going better than mine."

I'm dawdling my little spoon through the ice cream, but my gaze is fixed on Lisa, and I see her jaw clench.

She's annoyed. What does that mean? She hates her private business being talked about? She didn't want me to know she's trying to knock my mother up because it will gross me out when she's trying to fuck me?

I shove my spoon angrily into the ice cream. Too late. I'm grossed out.

"Good luck, or whatever people say," she tells Jessica flatly. I can feel her staring at me, but I refuse to look up. Awkward silence stretches while I pretend to be absorbed in my ice cream.

Finally, she turns around and goes into the house.

"She's not the chatty type, is she?" Jessica observes.

"Oh, she talks plenty when she's causing trouble."

Jessica pulls a sympathetic face. "Is it really hard living here these days? If you ever need a place to escape, you can always come to mine."

It's always hard living under the same roof as Mom. It's kind of Jessica to offer her place as somewhere I can crash, but living with Tyler isn't a better prospect. He and Mom are cut from the same cloth. Both serious, standoffish people, and they agree about disliking me.

"Thanks. I'll be okay." Especially since I have a plan. I wish I could confide in my sister, but I can't risk anything getting back to Mom.

"I need some water. Want some?" I get up from the pool and head for the kitchen.

"No, thanks, I'm happy with my ice cream," Jessica calls after me.

I smile to myself as I pad barefoot into the kitchen. With a waffle cone that huge, I bet she is.

The smile dies on my lips as I turn a corner and run straight into Lisa.

"Nice chat with your sister?" She asks nonchalantly, leaning against the wall and blocking my way to the refrigerator.

"We haven't finished, and yes, thank you. Now move."

But Lisa stays right where she is. "Don't let the gossip flow too freely."

My expression hardens. "Meaning?"

"You know what it means."

What does she think I'm going to do? Brag to my sister that our mom's wife got me half naked in her car? That's not girl talk. That's self-immolation through pure shame.

"I had no idea you were dying to be a family person," I say.

Her eyes flick up and down my body. "Want to help me with that?"

My lip curls. "You're disgusting."

Lisa's eyes flash, and she growls. "I don't like your tone, Mandu. Be polite to your mom's wife."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll have a little chat with your mom about the way you've been throwing yourself at me." She smirks like she's remembering all the times we've been pressed up against each other in inappropriate ways.

"You . . ." I start to explode at the top of my lungs, before I remember what I'm fighting with her about, and where, and I lower my voice. "You asshole. Me throwing myself at you? You know it's the other way around."

"Who do you think she'll believe?"

An angry flush stains my cheeks. "Emotional blackmail? Really?"

"Whatever gets me what I want."

"And that is?"

A smile slides across her beautiful face. "The sweet pleasure of tormenting you."

So much for the other day when we almost felt like friends. I guess what she really wanted was to beat someone up. "Stay classy, asshole."

She grabs my arm and yanks me back to her. I practically fall against her muscled chest, and I have to pull my palms back from her rock-hard abs. Jesus Christ, she is stacked. When I'm at school, all she must do is work out.

"Now, now, Mandu," she says with a menacing smile. "You wouldn't want your mother finding out about how you shoved your tits at me in my car and begged me to screw you."

A cold fist grips my heart. As much as Mom seems to dislike Lisa, she'd believe her, not me. "I hate you."

"I hate you harder." The way she growls harder in my ear has my toes curling against the cold tiles.

Lisa finally lets go of me and walks away, and I take deep breaths as I stare at her broad back, trying to calm my fury.

I'll only be here a few months. Just a few more months, but I might not make it that long. I might murder her in her sleep.

"Jennie?" Jessica has come in from the pool and she frowns at the expression on my face. "Is everything okay?"

Nothing in my life is okay, but I force a smile for my sister. "I'm fine. Just chatting with Lisa."

"Do you want to come over to my house and watch TV?"

Normally I would love that. Jessica's place is just a few streets away, and her husband won't be home for hours. He works late all the time. "Thanks, but I have to get ready for work."

"Are you sure you should be working these shifts? Mom says some nights you don't get home until two in the morning. It's a weird coffee bar that makes you work so late."

I glance guiltily at my sister, but she's digging in her purse for her car keys. It's not a suspicious question, just an idle remark.

With a shrug, I say, "It's near a college. Lots of students studying late and they need frappés."

"Oh. Okay then, have fun. I'll talk to you soon." Jessica kisses me goodbye and then heads for the front door, calling, "Bye, Mom. Bye, Lalisa."

Neither of them answers her.

I take a swig of water directly from the jug in the fridge and wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist, reliving the latest hate-filled moments with Lisa.

Don't store the way she growled harder in your spank bank.

But as I climb the stairs to my room to take a shower, I'm already mentally filling out a card with every detail about Lisa's pitch and the expression on her face to file away in a shimmering cabinet under Sick Bitch Daughter Gets Pounded By Her Mom's Wife.