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The Saint Shepards 02

Joshua Saint Shepard


"You know what dad said." I remind my younger brother Dane after we leave Lilly in her room and go downstairs.

"You see dad around?" Dane rolls his eyes. 

"So you're just going to what? Fuck your new step sister and make shit awkward for everyone?" I ask him as we walk into the kitchen and I watch him pull a bottle of Jack from the liquor cabinet.

He gives a little chuckle and a shrug. "Maybe" 

I shake my head. 

Our father told us about Lilliana, and what a fucking idiot thing to do. You don't tell your sons that your new wifes teenage daughter was sent away because she had a sex addiction that started at fucking fourteen. Apparently it was "not their fault" that their daughter had been neglected and sought out acceptance elsewhere, and in anyway she could get it. Of course not, it was never the parents fault. Caroline, Lillians mom wasn't terrible, but she wasn't a good mother, that was for sure. She told our father all about how her and husband just couldnt do it anymore, and had sent their only child off to boarding school. Because foreign schooling was easier than parenting. 

We'd seen pictures of Lilliana before hand. We all knew she was a pretty girl. But the girl that I saw just moments ago with my brothers hand up her shirt was a different girl than in the pictures. 

Her mother only had old pictures of her, and not even that many. Which was sad to me. We saw a few from her child hood and a few from her teen years, leading up to when they sent her away to boarding school at 16.   But the girl that I'd seen, wasnt a little girl, and her body was definitely an unexpected surprise. Her hair was no longer blonde like it was in the pictures. It was dyed a dark auburn, a dark redish brown that brought out the freckles she had on her face. She had big fucking brown eyes, that reminded me of a god damn disney princess,  and she had a fucking body that was going to be hard to keep my eyes off of whenever I was around her. 

She had a nice perky set of tits, and I didnt make it obvious , but i definitely peered down at her hard nipples, and was admittedly jealous of Dane for having his hands on them.  Yeah, my father should not have told any of us that the girl was also a fucking alleged sex addict.  Finding Dane on top of her on their first meeting with his hand feeling her up under her shirt, did little to argue against the accusation her mother told my dad. Clearly, she was not at all afraid of her sexuality. 

"Listen, try to keep your fucking dick out of her, alright?" I say and he chuckles and takes the rest of his tumbler of Jack down and hits the counter with the bottom of his glass and smirks. 

"no promises big brother. she clearly wants me." he says with a shrug and I just laugh slightly and shake my head. 

"What the hell was Caroline even thinking letting her come here?" I ask running a hand through my hair. 

Dane shrugs. 

"I mean, is it the best idea to bring your daughter to a house with teenage and early twenties guys when you think she has a sex addiction?" I grumble. 

Dane chuckles, but I don't think it's funny. It only further shows me that her mother should NOT have given birth. 

"Seriously Dane...dont fucking touch her. " I say. 

He eyes me. "Why, you want her?" he cocks a brow and I straighten my lips. 

He laughs. "Course you do...but I got dibs." he says and I huff.

"Nobody has dibs on her. She's your fucking step sister." I say and he rolls his eyes. 

"Yep. Sure is." he grins. 

"you're sick" I say and he laughs and pours another finger of whiskey. 

"Quit that shit will you, you're gonna end up like.." I stop myself and Dane's playful demeanor evaporates and his lips tighten. 

Mom. I don't finish my words, but Dane knows what I was thinking, and I didn't mean to say it, but I think it everytime I see him drink liquor like its water. 

"Yeah, well, fun chat" he says and pushes by me and walks away, with the fucking bottle and back upstairs. 



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