Dean’s fake smile wavered, then disappeared completely. “I’m sure your stepmother won’t be thrilled,” he said slowly.
“Who, Carissa?” Andrew smirked. “She loves me.”
“You will refer to my wife by her title, which is your stepmother,” Dean said frostily.
“Or by her name, which is Carissa,” Andrew replied. I was astonished at the carefree, roguish way he talked with Dean. Slowly, I felt like I was beginning to understand why Andrew had chafed under Dean and Mom’s rule. But he was stronger than me – there’s no way Andrew would have put up with the same bullshit that I’d had to go through myself.
“Who keeps saying my name?” Mom demanded, stepping into the kitchen and glaring. She was only wearing a thin robe over her nightgown and her cheeks flushed pink when she saw the pair of handsome men standing in her kitchen. Immediately, she turned to me and glared.
“Hi, Carissa,” Andrew said. “Nice to see you. We brought breakfast,” he added, gesturing to the basket of goodies in Victor’s arms. “This is my friend, Victor.”
Mom turned to me. “Kristin, get upstairs!” She barked loudly. “You’re not decent!”
“We’re all family here,” Andrew said easily. I gasped again – I loved the way he was able to diffuse tension in the house. “I think Kristin’s fine.”
“She looks great,” Victor added. His eyes draped all over my body and I blushed when he stared at my breasts. I could feel that my nipples were stiff, poking two small holes in the cotton of my nightgown. His attention made me feel naughty – just looking at him, I remembered how delicious his tongue had felt, lapping at my asshole.
“Yeah, sis,” Andrew said with a smirk. “You look really great.”
I blushed. “I’ll be back,” I said softly. “I’m going upstairs to change.”
The buzz of voices continued while I tossed my nightgown over my head and wriggled into jeans and a sweater, wearing my new silk panties underneath. I wanted Andrew to come upstairs, to burst into my bedroom and throw me on the bed, but I knew that he wouldn’t try something like that with my parents around, watching us like hawks.
When I went back downstairs, Mom, Dean, Victor, and Andrew were all sitting around the table, sipping at glasses of orange juice.
“Pity,” Andrew called to Victor. “We really should’ve brought champagne for mimosas.”
Mom looked scandalized. “You’re my child,” she said. “You won’t be drinking in this house!”
Andrew snickered. “Carissa, I’m twenty-seven,” he said. “Last time I checked, the drinking age was twenty-one.”
Mom flushed scarlet. Her features turned angry. “My house, my rules,” she said through gritted teeth. “And you won’t be drinking, not when your father and I are around.”
Andrew shook his head and laughed. I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing – how the hell did he manage to stay so cool in the face of Mom’s ridiculous rules?
“Kristin, I don’t know how you stand it here,” Victor teased. He passed me an apple and winked at me. “These rules seem a little strict.”
“Yeah, Sis,” Andrew said. He raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, keeping his dark eyes locked with mine. I felt a shiver of arousal and lust course through my body and I shifted in my chair. My pussy was soaking wet, and the crotch of my panties was rubbing against my skin, making me feel intolerably horny.
“This is our house,” Mom said stiffly. “And we make the rules. Kristin does not pay
rent, therefore she is obligated to do as we say.”
Andrew snickered. “She’s twenty-two, Carissa,” he said. Every time he called my mom by her given name, she flinched. It was almost enough to make me giggle.
“She’s still my child,” Mom said.
“She’s your child, but she’s not a child,” Andrew said. “Don’t you know that it’s dangerous for girls like her to be so sheltered?”
Mom and Dean glanced at each other. Just when I thought Mom was about to open her mouth, Andrew kept going.
“Girls like her get out in the real world and realize they don’t know anything,” Andrew said. “She’s going to like, wind up doing porn or dating some abusive asshole because she doesn’t know how to respect herself with people her own age.”
Mom’s jaw dropped.
“That’s enough of that kind of talk,” Dean said angrily. “Andrew, if you can’t learn how to talk to adults, you’re not going to be allowed at this table any longer!”
“So what, Dad?” Andrew countered. He shook his head. “I have my own place, and my own job – I’ve done just fine. But what you’re doing to Kristin is a crime,” he added. “And she should really have more autonomy.”