There was a sudden knock at Sarah's door.
"Ugh," Sarah made the most disgusted sound. "It's my bitch of a mother."
Sarah's mother? Jon hadn't ever thought about what she must be like. Sarah was such a bitch. Her mother might be an improvement if Sarah didn't like her, or she could be even worse.
"It's open!" In an instant, Sarah's demeanor changed from disdainful alpha bitch to sweetness and rainbows. "Come on in!"
The door opened and in walked a tall woman in a cream pantsuit, her face apparently stuck with a stern expression that reminded Jon of a pug's wrinkled face, marked with makeup in a futile effort to make her attractive. Her heels clacked on the floor the same way Jon's had. When she saw Jon, her expression grew even colder. "Ah, Linda, our... guest. My name is Lillian McMillan. You may call me... Mrs. McMillan. Or ma'am. To your preference. I see you've met Sarah."
"Uh, yes, ma'am," Jon said, grateful that he was able to address her that way without his brainwashing busting in with something outlandish like calling her 'mommy'. That would have been too embarrassing to bear. "She's been very welcoming."
"I'm sure she has." Mrs. McMillan smiled insincerely. "Well, now that she's done showing you her bedroom, how about I show you where you'll be sleeping? I've had a bed prepared for you in the servants' quarters. It won't be as extravagant as Sarah's, mind you, but I trust you'll find it sufficient."
"Oh." Jon's excitement at getting to stay at such a rich place faded. It seemed he wouldn't get the royal treatment, after all. His permanent smile betrayed none of his disappointment, and he was thankful to have it for once. "Sure, that sounds great."
"Actually," Sarah broke in, "I was hoping maybe Linda could sleep with me, at least for tonight. I've been looking forward to spending time with my new sister."
Oh, wow. Jon wanted to etch that forever in his mind. Sarah wanted him to sleep with her! It didn't matter that she didn't mean sex or even that she saw Jon as a girl named Linda. Sarah had said she hoped Jon would sleep with her! That was going right in the spank bank, and he felt his panties get still damper.
"With respect to the young lady," Mrs. McMillan said, without any sign that she respected Jon at all, "she is not your sister. She is a guest, here courtesy of the government, for which we have been promised a sizable tax write-off."
Great. Jon's foster family didn't even want him. What was even the point of coming here? He should have just continued superhero training. At least that was fun.
"No fair!" Sarah whined, stamping her foot like a little girl having a tantrum. "You never let me have anything I want!"
Jon glanced around at Sarah's lavish bedroom, wondering if she was even aware of the irony.
Mrs. McMillan let out a long-suffering sigh. It seemed that this kind of outburst was a familiar sight to her. She looked at Jon. "I'm sure that Linda would like to see her new bedroom so she can start getting comfortable."
Sarah looked at him. "She wants to sleep with me!"
Jon realized he was being asked his preference for once. While true that he did want to sleep with Sarah, and he would take actual sleeping if he couldn't have sex, staying close to her would risk her finding out the secret under his skirt. On the other hand, he didn't much like the idea of sleeping in the servants' quarters, either.
Making his decision, he spoke.
