A knock on the door interrupted the happy new-family moment. "Can I come in?" a familiar voice called. "It's me, Becky."
"Sure, come in," Rick said, voice much steadier than he felt right now. He felt on the verge of collapse as the sudden new information clashed with what he'd known for years before tonight, and he shook his head swiftly. The door opened and a girl came in who he barely recognized; she looked vaguely like herself, as if she were born into another family, which he supposed made sense. She came over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug before he could resist.
"Your mom wanted you in the kitchen, Jamie," Rebecca - Becky - said as she released Rick. The curl of her lip made him wonder how true that was. His new sister seemed to see it as well, sticking her tongue out before leaving the room. "Ugh. She's such a dweeb. You'd think she really was a boy. No offense."
"None taken," Rick said, voice without inflection, barely concealing his disgust. She was just as much of a bitch in this reality. "Wanna play a game?" he asked, nodding to the PS2 and TV by his bed.
Becky shook her head roughly. "Ew, no. You know I hate video games. What's wrong with you tonight, Rick?"
He shrugged, wondering for a moment what exactly they did. It wasn't as if he'd ever had a hot girl for a best friend before. Wait... did I just call my sister hot? he thought, grimacing. Well, she's not my sister right now... I guess...
She seemed to be thinking the same thing, were that possible, as her face immediately softened and she planted a quick, tender kiss on his lips, followed by a low murmur against his cheek, "Why don't we get you in some of your sister's clothes again?" and another kiss.
Rick could barely believe what had just happened; any of it! His best friend was teasing him, presumably trying to get him into his sister's forsaken dresses, and he was... he flushed, shifting to hide his erection in case she looked down. "U-uh..."
"Well? We can undress together after... to your pace this time," she offered, smiling. He nodded, choking back disgust he knew was inappropriate right now. They'd done this before, even if he didn't remember it, and it wasn't as if they were related now. "Alright then, but since we're undressing to your pace, I get to pick the clothes," Becky grinned, kissing him once again but pulling away before he could reciprocate. "I promise you won't regret it."
With that, she left the room, leaving Rick to wonder again what the hell he'd just agreed to.
