From Friend, to Stepsister, to Lover? Part 3

I was stunned. ‘Alyssa…ran away.’ kept ringing in my head.
“Kevin. Are you there?” my mom asked, sobbing still somewhat evident.
“Yeah. I’m just surprised by the news. I’ll be home as soon as possible.”

I hung up the phone, and looked at the clock. It read 10:23.
“So what was that about?” Amanda asked.
“It was my mom. Alyssa ran away.”
Amanda went into complete shock.
“You…you sure?”
“Would I be lying about something like this?”
“No one that’s sane would lie about something like this.”
“Listen. I don’t want to leave you here, but I have to go home.”

I got up and proceeded to get the rest of my clothes that were all around Amanda’s room because of last night and get dressed. While I was getting dressed, Amanda started talking.
“Listen.” Amanda started off. “If you find Alyssa, and she’s still trying to seduce you, then…go for it.” She was stuttering at the last part.
“What?!?!” I said, in surprise. “You actually support me sleeping with my stepsister-to-be, especially when we’re going out again?”
“I’ve seen how she looks at you. And she does want you in that way. I thought I told you that a couple of weeks ago.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, about the first part. “I’ll be cheating on you if I do that. And you know I can’t do that.”
“One, I’m serious. Two, it’s not cheating if I give my consent, which I do by the way. Three, it’s for your family, so I can understand.”
“I hate to be selfish here, but what about me? I’m gonna have a stupid voice nagging my head and making me guilty at the end of all of this.”
“But isn’t fucking Alyssa a little ‘fantasy’ of yours?”
“How did you know that?”
“I didn’t. I just took a hunch and you caved.”
‘Damn it.’ I thought. I then had a realization “Wait. Since you gave me consent to fuck her, if needed, wouldn’t it be safe to say that having a lesbo moment with her would be one of your fantasies?” I said.
“Wha…what are you talking about?” Amanda stuttered. “I don’t think of Alyssa like that.” Her face was turning a shade of light red when she turned away.
“You do think of Alyssa like that. What’s next? Having Alyssa join our ‘little’ escapades?” Amanda didn’t even talk. “I thought so.”
“Can you even blame me? I mean, hello!!! She’s the hottest girl in our grade. And now that we’re practically upperclassmen, basically the entire school. Not to mention that you know I’m bi-curious. Plus who’s the one that jerked off to the thought of her? Hmm.”
“Fine. You got me. Can I at least get dressed?”
“Yeah. And you couldn’t do it while we were talking?” she sarcastically replied.
“Please, tell me more.” I sarcastically replied back.

I was fully dressed, when I faced Amanda, who was getting dressed herself and asked “Do you know what Alyssa does when she gets moody or something?”
‘Wrong way to ask that question, dumbass!!!’ I scolded myself. Alyssa and I never hung out with each other. Sure we might have had a class or two together, but we were never paired into a group together or anything of that sort. We were just familiar to the other, seen at some parties, but never really got too social with each other.
“Kind of. Normally, she’s either walking through the commons or smashing tennis balls on a court. I don’t know which one.”
“Thanks.”
Amanda was fully dressed after that short conversation, and we were both in our clothes from the previous day.
“You want me to walk you to the front door?” Amanda asked.
“No thanks. You don’t have to…” was all I could say before Amanda grabbed my arm, locked it with her own arm, and started walking with me to the front door.
“Looks like I don’t have a choice do I?”
“Nope.” she said, as she leaned in closer.

We got to the door, and Amanda released her “grip” on my arm and turned to face me.
“Thanks for staying with me last night.”
“No problem. Anything for you babe.” I pulled her in closer and gave her a little kiss on the lips. “I guess I’ll talk to you later.” I said, after breaking the kiss.
“Yeah. Now get your ass back home.” she said, punching my arm playfully.
“Ow. Jeez, with you bullying me, I was actually thinking of going home anyway.” I said, jokingly. We laughed a little at what I said. “Like I said, I’ll talk to you later.”
“OK. Talk to you later then. I love you.”
“Love you too.”

I left, and got a little vibe from Amanda. The kind that was basically said ‘If you do anything to break her heart, I’ll be sure to kill you and burn your body.’ I shuddered at that thought. I drove back home and got there about 20 minutes later. I got back and after entering the front door, I started to hear sobbing coming from the kitchen. I just walked into the kitchen, and see that both my mom and my soon-to-be stepfather either wiping tears, sobbing, or trying not to cry and comfort the other. The truth was, I wanted to get to the bathroom, and at least get rid of all the sweat, and everything else that was on my body, from last night. Before I could get to the stairs, I was caught by my soon-to-be stepdad.
“Kevin.” He yelled.
‘Crap.’ I thought. I went back to the kitchen, not knowing what to expect, other than the whole “Where were you? Why didn’t you call?” kind of situation.
“Did you have anything to do with Alyssa running away?” he asked.
“No. Not at all.” I replied. I didn’t know why she would do something like this.
“I don’t care whether you have something to do with this or not…” he started.
“If you don’t care whether I had a role in this, then why did you bother asking?” I interrupted. I proceeded to leave, until he grabbed the back of my shirt, and dragged me to a different room.
“Look. I’m gonna tell you this once, so listen.” He then pinned me to the wall. “There’s gonna be some big consequences if my daughter isn’t back here safe and sound.”
I winced back in fear. “Wha…what kind of consequences?” I asked, in fear. I was so afraid that I was about to pee my pants.
You see, Alyssa’s dad is built like a brick shithouse.
“You’ll see.” was all he said, before he released his grip.

After he left the room, I scrambled out, trying to rush upstairs, until I was called out by my mom.
“Yeah mom?”
“We need to talk for a moment.” She got up and dragged me into the living room area and pushed me on the couch.

“How can you be so stupid?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean with you and Alyssa. I mean it’s completely obvious that she wants to be with you. And not in the brother-sister way.”
“How’d you find that out?”
“She’s been trying to get you alone with her since they moved in. And you just had to pick up extra shifts or go to the gym or do something that basically alienates her.”
“Do you really trust two teenagers, who are practically horny 24/7 to be home alone? Without parental supervision?”
“You two are old enough to watch out for each other. Plus it gives you someone to be with since you broke up with Amanda.”
“Two things. One: Really? You’d really trust your soon to be stepdaughter to be home alone with your son, while both you and her dad are at work? When she’s ready to pounce on your son, and rape him at a moment’s notice. And two: Amanda and I got back together. So I don’t see why I’d have to be with Alyssa in that way. I just see her as a little sister.” I told her, somewhat angry, and somewhat lying at the last part.
“For starters, it’s not rape if you want it. And two, what do you mean that you got back together with Amanda?” I kept silent. “Did something happen that I’m not aware about?”
“Kinda why Amanda was here yesterday.”
“Guess that’s why Alyssa was a little moody during dinner last night.”
“Moody? Why would she moody?”
“She was on a minor mood swing. Then she left to her room, and didn’t come out all night. I was gonna ask if she was fine this morning, but her room was empty when I opened her door.”
“And you think I had something to do with this…how?”
“Cause you’re always trying to get away from her since she moved into this house.”
“Do you even know why?”
“Let’s say I don’t.”
“She’s been coming on to me ever since they’ve moved in. And whenever you two haven’t been in the house, or when she thinks that her…how do I put this lightly…actions can’t be seen, she’s been coming on to me.”
“Well how else is she supposed to get your attention?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s pretty obvious how she feels about you. All she wants you to do is to at least notice her, and you act completely oblivious to it.”
“I kinda have to. I mean, it’s incest for me to have those kinds of thoughts about her.”
“Please, tell me more.” my mom said, sarcastically.
“Stop shitting around with me mom. You know as well as I do that anything that happens between me and Alyssa is considered incest.”
“It technically isn’t.”
“Don’t give me the whole ‘you two aren’t blood-related’ argument bullshit. She’s practically a sister, so it’s still considered incest.”
“It’s a gray area. Truth be told, I don’t consider it incest, since you two aren’t blood-related. Others, however, would. And if you do want to sleep with her, well, I don’t know about her dad. But I’m giving you my consent.”
“You don’t get it. I don’t want to do that with her.”
“Then why would something like this be in your room?” she asked, tossing a picture at me. I caught it and looked at it. It was a picture of Alyssa completely naked on her bed, and in a seductive pose. My face went crimson red at the sight of the picture. The truth was, I found that picture about three or four days ago, and I put the picture between my mattress and box spring. Only thing was, I forgot I put it there while I was trying to think of good hiding places. But since I saw the picture, I had a tendency to blush like crazy whenever I saw it.
“You went through my room?!?” I asked, vehemently.
“I went to do your sheets when I found something on the floor. I picked it up and found this. I know you liked her before, but this is just low.”
“Look!!! I do not, nor do I ever, take nude pictures of others. Especially not of girls that I like or used to like.” I practically yelled, in anger.
“So you admit it!!!” my mom yelled.
“Fine!!! I admit it. I liked Alyssa. Happy?” I said.
“Quite, actually.” She said, with a smile of victory on her face. “And another thing. You might want to cover the tent.”
I look down to see that I had a tent forming in my pants. “Mom.” I yelled. “You’re not supposed to look at that region of your own son. It might have been reasonable when I was like 1 or 2, but not when I’m 16. That’s definitely incest.”
“I know. You act as if I don’t know what I’m doing at work.” You see, my mom’s an attorney at a local law firm. “Not to mention that I already know that Alyssa’s the one who put the picture in your room.”
“I know that. But how did you find out?”
“Her laptop. Some people should really get rid of evidence. But in this case, I’m somewhat glad that she didn’t, since it also detailed what she planned.”
“What? So it means that you know where she is?!” I asked.
“Yes. But I think that you might want to read it, though.” She said, handing me Alyssa’s laptop. I opened the laptop cover, and it turned on immediately. ‘Thank god she doesn’t have a security lock on it.’ I thought. I went through her computer and found that she had written a ‘runaway’ letter on it.

To Whom It May Concern:

If you are reading this, then you must have found out that I’m missing. Don’t bother looking for me, because I don’t know if I’ll ever be coming back. Daddy, I love you, and I’ll always be your little girl, but this is something I need to do. Mom, please take good care of Daddy I know that he’s happy with you, and please tell him to live on for me. Kevin, I don’t know why you’ve been ignoring me since we’ve started living together. I’ve been typing this with tears in my eyes, but I hope that if someone finds this, it’s you, Kevin. We may never see each other again, but I just want you to know that I love you; more than what siblings should normally love each other, and more than just a friend. We may not be blood-related siblings, but I’ve always have loved you and I always will.

I just want to thank you three for giving me everything I’ve had until now. But now it’s time for me to start anew and leave my old life. Don’t bother finding me.

Goodbye,

Alyssa

I was stunned to read that. To say that I wasn’t broken down to tears would be outright ridiculous. ‘Why did I have to push her away?’ I thought, feeling guilty that I was the main reason that she ran away. I was there for about half an hour, grieving in my own self-pity, until my mom basically smacked the crap out of me.
“When are you gonna stop wallowing in self-pity? How about you do something about this and grow a pair, will you?” my mom said. My mom wasn’t that conventional, but then again, her going against the norm when it came to raising me, she wanted a self-sufficient kid that actually had a pair while maintaining a welcoming home.
As insulting as it was, it did work. “You and your insults, mom. If I didn’t know any better, that would constitute as child abuse.”
“Shut your smart mouth up, and go find her already.”
“I will, once I find out more about this whole situation on her computer.”
“And what makes you think that she would have more evidence?”
“How’d you become an attorney again?” I asked, sarcastically. She just scoffed at me and left the room while I smirked. As you can tell, I have a relationship that I can best define as a love-hate kind with my mom. Though the hate is mostly done in a joking manner. I looked through the files on Alyssa’s laptop to find some more things about where she ran away to, seeing as how something like this had to be planned before it was executed. After about another ten minutes of searching through files, I found what I needed. It was in her Internet history.
‘A tennis court. Of course she’d go there before attempting to do anything.’ I thought. I copied the address of the court before I went to shower. And man, did I reek.

After showering, I changed into a pair of cargo shorts and a red t-shirt. I left and set up the GPS so that I can get to the address of the tennis courts that she went to. I drove a silent 30 minutes to the court, before parking the car.

I found Alyssa on the tennis courts at a court near town borders. It was right by some shrubbery with a lake at the bottom of the hill. I took a breath of relief, knowing that she was safe. She was wearing a dark blue tank top and black shorts that went down to the middle of her thigh. She also had a couple of tennis balls and a racquet on hand. I started to walk toward the fence. When I got to the fence, and opened it, well, I was in for a little surprise.

“Who’s there?” she screamed, looking at the fence. I didn’t say anything. She tossed a ball into the air, and smashed it towards me. I decided not to move, and it was bad. The ball hit my chest and I lost my breath for a second. ‘Bad move’ I thought, as I stopped moving to regain my breath. I figured that I was making her angry, and that she didn’t want to see me.

“Why the hell are you here?” Alyssa said, with venom in her voice.
“To make amends.”
“Bullshit!!!” she screamed. “I don’t care what bullshit excuse you have. Just leave me alone. I know that you don’t want me around, so get out of here. I don’t want to see you ever again.”
I was hurt when she said that. I figured that a part of her didn’t mean it, but it still hurt nonetheless.
“Look. I don’t care whether you hate me or not, but all I want to do is make amends.”
“And how the hell did you find this place?”
“Let’s just say that you really need to add more security into your laptop. Kinda easy to get in without any.”
“You went through my stuff?!”
“When your mom’s an attorney, it’s kinda easy to find evidence. Especially of something preplanned.” I started to walk towards her again.
“Get away from me.” She started to yell, as I got closer. She tried to run, but there were three things that she didn’t factor. One, I was quicker than her and stronger if I needed to use force, which I hoped didn’t occur. Two, my car was locked, so I can at least gain a couple of seconds when gaining on her should she run in that direction.