step-family

For all the pro's and cons, it wasn't hard for me to ultimately decide that Zoe was the most no brainier. If my goal was to learn to be more – assertive was the nice way to put it, about my whole predicament, taking advantage of my hot best friend that seemed uncomfortably chill with being treated like an object was the clear choice...

Except she wasn't answering her phone. I wound up trying a second time in frustration, my pants already tenting at the thought of using my power over her to it's fullest, strictly for personal growth of course, even as my heart raced in nervous anticipation.

Was she ignoring me? I owned her right so shouldn't she answer? Did that even make sense though, what was stopping her from just ghosting me if she didn't feel interested in entertaining me?

My answer came when I stomped over to my computer and heavily slumped down into my chair and saw the time. nine-thirty A.M.

Right. She had a job. Like most normal people. Families. Responsibilities. I could just barge in and disrupt everything, but that would require some way to **** my way in front of them. Which was exactly what I wasn't comfortable with hence Zoe being my main choice. But everybody else had something going on in their lives...well... except Veronica.

I think at least.

Even Cassandra, being several years my junior still had college classes, not particularly useful ones, but she had a busy schedule still. She had an entire curriculum on know-it-all unemployedism. Everything she studied was so she could boast about how intelligent and cultured she was without any real thought put into her future. Not that I could point fingers, she at least could become a 'womens economics and sociology professor' which was one more career aspect than I had....

Veronica as far as I knew was just dad's trophy wife. I knew for a fact he had house cleaners come in two or three times a week so she wasn't cleaning shit. So what else was there for her to do around the house? Cook one or two meals.

I was already scrolling through my contact list looking for her number before I was even done dismissing the value of her personal-life. I barely even felt bad about it either, maybe because I knew so little about her. She was closer than a complete stranger but just enough for me to view her as a background character rather than assume she could be an actual person.

Maybe she wasn't such a bad choice after all. I was already thinking of her as less than human. There was a twinge of guilt at the realization, but before I could spiral from there chase myself in circles again I was distracted by the dawning realization that I didn't have her number. It struck me that it honestly had never come up. I never had a desire to speak to her before. To be fair though – to me – she had never offered either. Or asked for my number. If she did have my number she probably got it from dad. I definitely didn't forget ever giving it to her. Probably... We were both distant with each other, it wasn't just on my side.

So what now. Cassandra? I knew for a fact I didn't have her number. And besides, classes. She was at least pretending to be a contributing member to society. So My choices were, harass strangers or call dad and ask him to send his wife over so I could cuck him....

This was a harder decision than I could've imagined. At least partly because I had never even come close to imagining something even similar before.

I was starting to hesitate again but Emily's words from both last night and the last hour or so, echoed in my mind and I found myself scrolling back up to my dad's number before I could really overthink things. The several rings it took for him to answer were still a nail biting experience though. Part of me was still hoping he wouldn't answer, to take this decision out of my hands and just let me ignore the crazy shit that was happening to me. In the end though, he picked up,

"Oliver?"

"Hey! Dad–

"What is it."

...This time! The venomous words never actually came, but his brusque and bristly tone of voice said everything I dreaded. Here I was bothering him again. He was a busy man and all I did was take... I felt immediate shame, followed almost instantly by burning hot irritation right back at him. He didn't even know I was thinking about fucking his wife and he was already pissy with me. If he showed a hint of warmth or love at having his own son calling him maybe I'd lose my nerve but instead he just steeled my mind and made my decision that much easier.

"I wanted to call Veronica over to play with her but I didn't have her number, can you let her know her owner wants her?"

Immediately there was an exasperated sigh,

"It's not even ten in the... I'm busy Oliver, but if I see her. Is that all?"

I gritted my teeth. He wasn't trying to be rude, in fact he was very clearly trying to bite his tongue and be respectful, but that was even worse,

"Tell her to bring Cassandra too. Pull her out of class if she has too. That's it." I didn't wait for a response before I hung up the phone my face hot as I started breathing heavily in frustration.

Every conversation with him was like this. I didn't know if he did it on purpose or not but it was like he was trying to make me feel like a disappointment without actually saying it.

Why did I even think this was a good idea? Head pounding and my blood boiling I tossed my phone aside and looked to my steam library for an escape from my own emotions again. What was I even thinking being assertive and selfish for once, I couldn't even manage my own life, how was I supposed to worry about four billion more lives....

It was just over an hour later before there was a knock on my door. I was still steaming but more or less tuned out from my surroundings, I didn't even realize at first the knocking was coming from outside of my headset until the third or fourth series of raps. I did my best to put on a neutral expression before I made it to the door and swung it open,

"Hello–" The words caught in my throat as it all suddenly came back to me.

"Hey Oliver... Your dad said you wanted us?" Veronica shrugged awkwardly unsure what else to say.

"Must've been important if you pulled me out of class for it." Cassandra beamed from beside her mother, backpack slung over one shoulder, not a hint of annoyance on her face. She still genuinely thought the best from me.... well... "genuinely."