Yup

**Stephanie narrates

"Oh my God," I said, realizing I'd just fucked up. I inhaled through my teeth. "yeah," I whispered. "yeah, its me." Eddie stood up, almost making me fall on the floor.

"What the fuck!?"

"Eddie, I'm sorry..."

"You're sorry for what, pretending to be someone else so you could fuck your brother!?"

"....yeah."

"Oh my God...," he repeated quietly. "Why did you do that!?"

"Eddie, you're...you're not like a brother to me. You're like my friend."

"So not only have you tricked me into fucking you, you don't give a shit about me either?!"

"I didn't say that! I just said you're my friend."

"But not your brother?"

"No. I'm sorry if it hurts you to hear this, but I-I just never thought of you like that."

"Then how did you think of me?"

"...as a man, I guess."

"Well, great. My sister doesn't really love me and now I've fucked her. Wonderful."

"Eddie, its not like that."

"What?"

"Technically, I'm not your sister."

"Yeah I know, you're my half-sister. Thats still..."

"Half-sister?"

"Yeah, the result of our father getting some tail on the side."

Thats weird. I heard I was adopted from an orphanage, but it seems Eddie was told something else entirely. Which was right? If I was, that would be great. Adopted means either true siblings or roommates, depending on how you thought about it. If I could persuade Eddie to think of it like I do, maybe we could be something beyond what we are.

Then again, if I am partly blood-related to him, I just did something really fucked-up and I would probably never let myself live it down. I would never, ever have sex with Eddie if he were my actual brother, or even half-brother. I took out my cell.

"Who are you calling," Eddie asked, his voice full of self-loathing.

"Mom," I answered simply. I didn't really ever consider her my mother since she was always kinda mean to me. Part of the reason I loved Eddie so much was because when she was mad at me, he would hide me until she calmed down. But I called her 'mom' because 'Cecilia' was a pain in the ass to say. It brought my very slight lisp to the attention of whoever was around when i said it. I dialed her number and put her on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hi, mom?"

"Hello, Stephanie."

"uh, could I ask you something real quick?"

"....are we on speaker phone?"

"Yes. About that..."

"Who else is listening?"

"Eddie."

"Hello, Eddie!" He replied half-heartedly.

"Could I ask you something," I said again.

"Sure."

"Where did I come from?"

Silence. "What?"

"Eddie told me that he heard our father had an affair and the woman he was with had me, but you always told me I was adopted. Which is true?"