Goth Girl Next Door: My Forbidden Step-Sister -Chapter – 2

Turns out that picking them up at the airport wasn’t necessary, since ‘Addy’ had decided that taking a road trip across half the continent to reach us would be fine. Though I was mostly put off by her appearance, I almost felt bad for Jerica, this girl I’d never met, since the thought of an extended road trip with my father gave me phantom pains. Maybe the two of them had a dynamic that made such a thing possible.

Dad and I were sitting on the verandah, waiting patiently, when he received a text message, indicating they were just a few minutes away. I could tell dad was excited, but trying to play it cool. He watched the street intently, a smile on his lips.

Sure enough, some five minutes later, Addy’s titanic station wagon pulled onto the street, with her behind the wheel and honking the horn, to make sure we saw them. She was waving enthusiastically as she pulled up in front of the house, while dad stood and began walking down to the curb. There was a hoodie sprawled over something in the passenger seat, leading me to assume that Jerica was taking a nap, if all that honking hadn’t woken her up.

The boat masquerading as a car lurched to a halt and Addy got out of her seat, hurried around the front of the car and almost leapt into dad’s arms, her eyes shining with delight and her voice cracking with joy. Dad hugged her close, his face buried in her neck. I guess I wasn’t really surprised when they kissed one another, deeply. I may not know this woman, but dad was obviously sure he did.

Their glandular display of joy at their reunion over (at least for now), dad put her back down on the ground and waited while I walked over. He had barely introduced me before Addy just hugged me, tight. I could already tell it was a genuine hug, and she’d clearly made up her mind that she liked me. That would make things easier, I imagine.

The hoodie finally stirred and Jerica appeared from beneath it, yawning and smacking her lips while she tossed it aside. Her short, black hair was somewhat askew, but mere moments of looking into the rearview mirror allowed her to put it back in place. She clambered out of the vehicle and walked over to join us. She was wearing skinny black jeans, from which hung small chains and various doo-dads and charms. Big, chunky black boots adorned her feet and she wore an old, white tank-top advertising the group Bauhaus.

Well, at least she wasn’t a wannabe or poseur.

“Jeri, darling, this is Rick and Sean,” Addy declared as her daughter sauntered up, her expression quite neutral. “Gentlemen, my daughter, Jerica.”

“Pleasure.” Jerica said, her voice carrying all the enthusiasm of the colour beige.

“Let’s get you ladies inside, and then we’ll see to your bags,” dad said, his arm around Addy’s shoulder and gesturing the way. “Sean’ll come back out for them. Addy, I found that beer you like and bought a two-four of it…”

Mom was clearly thrilled and excited. Daughter? Not so much…

Addy was actually really nice and it didn’t take me long to conclude that I liked her and having her around wouldn’t be so bad. She clearly made dad happy, dad made her happy, and she was quite the domestic, offering to cook while they stayed. She also assured my dad that she liked the place the way it looked, and she had no particular intention of radically changing things, should they decide that they wanted to be together. As long as we could accommodate some special things for her and her darling Jeri, she would change nothing.

“Sure, sounds good.” Jerica sighed from across the table.

We gave them the grand tour of the place, showing them dad’s room and then Jerica’s room. It had been dad’s office, but he’d moved that down to the basement to make room for Jerica. It made more sense to actually have it down there, we’d just never gotten around to doing it until the ladies made it necessary.

Dad and Addy made dinner for us all and we actually had a pretty good time, the seemingly-unresponsive Jerica even cracking a light smile once or twice. I had a feeling she was secretly happy for her mom, even if she couldn’t be bothered to show it. Hey, as long as she wasn’t being a pain in the ass about it, what did I care?

It was twilight and dad and Addy decided to go for a walk. They offered to have us along, but we both declined. They’d been gone about five minutes when Jerica got out of her chair in the living room and nodded.

“That’s enough excitement for me,” she said, dusting off her pants. “I’m gonna go and break in the new digs.”

“Okay, I’ll take your bags up for you.” I said, rising from my place on the couch. I followed her up the stairs and deposited the bags beside her bed.

“Thanks,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Hey, what’s the wi-fi password?”

I frowned as I tried to remember it. I guess I took a few seconds too long, because she looked at me, unimpressed.

“What, are you waiting for a blowjob before you give up your secret?”

“I- no, I… I’m trying to remember it for you.” I stammered.

“Keep on trying, then.” she sighed, turning her back to me and pulling her tank-top off over her head. As I’d noticed earlier, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts weren’t large, although she wasn’t flat, either. I cleared my throat and looked away as she turned sideways, allowing me a decent view of her rather pointed tits.

“Never seen a girl before?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Just so you know, I’m prone to walking around topless, so get used to it. Enough changes about to happen without me giving up my personal freedoms. You’d better go, before you nose-geyser all over my floor.”

I nodded and turned to leave.

“Except I still need the wi-fi password.” Jerica pointed out. “Remember it yet?”

“Oh. Y-yeah…”

I took the small steno-pad off the dresser and wrote down the password with a pencil before leaving and closing the door behind me.

“Nice talk, Plato!” I heard her call as the door clicked shut.