Mikey was bored. His party wasn't for hours and none of his friends were online yet. He stomped down the upstairs hallway, heading for the kitchen to see if his mom had bought the right kind of soda, when he passed Jon's room.
Except the door was open. And it wasn't Jon's room.
He'd only been halfway past, but he'd seen... pink? And... girls? He heard Zoë's voice say something mean, like usual.
Mikey skidded to a stop, his sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor. He backed up slowly, his heart suddenly thumping. He peeked around the doorframe.
Zoë was in there, looking pissed off as usual. But she was talking to... whoa.
There was a girl in there. She was standing with her back to him, but she was... holy crap. She was half-naked. She had on a pair of jeans, but no shirt. Her back was all tan and smooth, and her hair was dark and curly, and...
Just as he was thinking 'who is that,' she turned around.
Mikey felt his entire brain shut down.
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was exactly like the girls in those videos Jon always told him not to look at. She had huge... tits. And they were... they were pierced! Just like he'd seen online! They were pressed up between her forearms as she struggled to button the jeans, making them look even bigger, and they jiggled with the effort. She looked... pouty? And frustrated? And... wow.
...always so sexy and flirty and a bit of a tease...
The thought just popped into his head, clear as day.
He was so busy staring, his jaw hanging open, that he didn't even notice Zoë looking at him until she barked, "Mikey!"
Mikey let out a high-pitched squeak. His face felt like it was on fire. He'd been caught!
He spun around and ran, his feet pounding down the stairs as fast as they could go. He didn't stop until he burst into the kitchen, where his mom was wiping down the counter.
"Mom! Mom! Mom!" he yelled, skidding to a halt on the tile.
"Michael, what is it? Don't scream." She sighed, not looking up from her task.
"Who is that?!" he panted, his heart hammering for a totally different reason now. "Who's the girl upstairs in Jon's room with Zoë?"
His mom finally looked up from the counter, her brow furrowed in genuine confusion. "Jon? Who's Jon? Michael, what on earth are you talking about? Do you mean Esme's room?"
"Yes! Her room!" Mikey said, not slowing down. "She's... she's got no shirt on! And Zoë's in there!"
His mom's expression just hardened into familiar annoyance. "First, stop yelling. Second, stop being dramatic. That's your sister, Esme. You know she just got home from college. And I told her to put some clothes on." She huffed, turning back to the counter. "Honestly, I don't know why you're screaming, you've known her your whole life. You know how she is."
Mikey just stood there, his mind reeling.
Esme.
His sister.
His sexy, adopted sister.
It worked.
