Strictly Taboo
Strictly Taboo By Lisa Cartwright
A Stepbrother Romance
By: Lisa Cartwright
Copyright 2015 by (Lisa Cartwright) - All rights reserved.
In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.
Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher.
Chapter 1
Scout and Easton sat at the kitchen table. The large light hanging pendulously over them, illuminating their faces. Her brown eyes and his blue both fixated on Scout’s mother as she toiled over the stove.
“I’m just saying that I think it’d be a good opportunity for you two to bond.” She said, as she stirred the jambalaya.
“Mom, I think I speak for Easton as well when I say that we don’t really want to bond.” Her mother sighed.
“Scout, come on. It’s not like we’re asking you two to share a room together, it’s a camping trip.” She said.
“Stella, Scout’s right. Just because you married my dad and we’re technically family now, doesn’t mean that we have to be best friends. We just don’t have anything in common.” Easton said as he scratched his head through the nest of blonde curls. “I mean…I get what you’re trying to do but, well, we’re big kids now.” Scout giggled.
“I’m a big kid now!” She sang the toy store jingle. Her mother ignored her.
“I get it, but as big as you kids are, you’re still living with your parents at eighteen years old and I think that gives us the right to make some decisions for you.” Stella banged the spoon on the side of the pot to free the rice that stuck to it. “So, I’m sorry to be the wicked stepmother here, but your dad and I insist that you two go.” She turned to the two teens just in time to see their faces fall.
“Mom, I swear to God! You’re only making us go on this stupid thing because you are going to that retreat and you don’t trust us to stay at home alone.” Scout’s expression turned hard.
“You’re right, I don’t trust you to be at home alone and for good reason. Do you remember what happened when Willy and I went to Cabo? We left you two alone for a week and came back to beer cans in the trash and the house was a disaster.” Stella said as she turned to the cupboard and began pulling out plates. “So, that’s that.” She set the plates on the kitchen countertop.
Scout licked the front of her teeth, silently seething at her mother’s controlling plan to get her and Easton out of the house. She didn’t want to go camping, least of all with Easton.
“Easton will drive you two to the parking lot at the church and from there you’ll just get on the bus. I’ll tell Mary to expect you so she will know if you don’t show up.” Stella turned around and eyed the two teens. “Don’t look so miserable, it’s only going to be a couple of days and then you can go back to hating each other if that’s what you want.”
It wasn’t that Scout hated Easton, or vice versa, it was more that their parents had met when they were awkward teenagers. Accepting a new sibling is never easy, but accepting a new sibling who is the same age as you when you are both broody and sullen is a little more difficult. Their sibling relationship began with constant bickering over who was spending too long in the bathroom. Soon it progressed to who was spreading rumors about the other at school. Things finally came to a head when Easton started to tell everyone that his step-sister was sleeping with one of the teachers. It was then that Stella and Willy had stepped in and decided that they had to force the teens to at least tolerate each other’s presence. So far their plans had failed miserably. The only time the teens seemed to even put up with each other was when they were teaming up against their parents.
“Dad, will you talk to Stella?” Willy looked at his son and frowned.
“I’ve asked you a million times to call her mom or Mrs. Hanks, it’s incredibly disrespectful to call your mother by her first name.”
“She’s not my mother.” Easton said, glaring at his father.
“Fine, step-mother.” Willy sat in his recliner, his newspaper in his hands.
“Well?” Easton said.
“Well what?” Willy asked, putting his newspaper down in his lap.
“Will you talk to her?”
“About what?” It was obvious that Willy hadn’t been listening.
“About this camping thing she’s making me and Scout go on. We’re old enough to make our own decisions and I don’t think it’s fair that she can try to make us go on some church camping trip.” Easton was beginning to sound whiny and there was nothing Willy hated more.
A Stepbrother Romance
By: Lisa Cartwright
Copyright 2015 by (Lisa Cartwright) - All rights reserved.
In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.
Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher.
Chapter 1
Scout and Easton sat at the kitchen table. The large light hanging pendulously over them, illuminating their faces. Her brown eyes and his blue both fixated on Scout’s mother as she toiled over the stove.
“I’m just saying that I think it’d be a good opportunity for you two to bond.” She said, as she stirred the jambalaya.
“Mom, I think I speak for Easton as well when I say that we don’t really want to bond.” Her mother sighed.
“Scout, come on. It’s not like we’re asking you two to share a room together, it’s a camping trip.” She said.
“Stella, Scout’s right. Just because you married my dad and we’re technically family now, doesn’t mean that we have to be best friends. We just don’t have anything in common.” Easton said as he scratched his head through the nest of blonde curls. “I mean…I get what you’re trying to do but, well, we’re big kids now.” Scout giggled.
“I’m a big kid now!” She sang the toy store jingle. Her mother ignored her.
“I get it, but as big as you kids are, you’re still living with your parents at eighteen years old and I think that gives us the right to make some decisions for you.” Stella banged the spoon on the side of the pot to free the rice that stuck to it. “So, I’m sorry to be the wicked stepmother here, but your dad and I insist that you two go.” She turned to the two teens just in time to see their faces fall.
“Mom, I swear to God! You’re only making us go on this stupid thing because you are going to that retreat and you don’t trust us to stay at home alone.” Scout’s expression turned hard.
“You’re right, I don’t trust you to be at home alone and for good reason. Do you remember what happened when Willy and I went to Cabo? We left you two alone for a week and came back to beer cans in the trash and the house was a disaster.” Stella said as she turned to the cupboard and began pulling out plates. “So, that’s that.” She set the plates on the kitchen countertop.
Scout licked the front of her teeth, silently seething at her mother’s controlling plan to get her and Easton out of the house. She didn’t want to go camping, least of all with Easton.
“Easton will drive you two to the parking lot at the church and from there you’ll just get on the bus. I’ll tell Mary to expect you so she will know if you don’t show up.” Stella turned around and eyed the two teens. “Don’t look so miserable, it’s only going to be a couple of days and then you can go back to hating each other if that’s what you want.”
It wasn’t that Scout hated Easton, or vice versa, it was more that their parents had met when they were awkward teenagers. Accepting a new sibling is never easy, but accepting a new sibling who is the same age as you when you are both broody and sullen is a little more difficult. Their sibling relationship began with constant bickering over who was spending too long in the bathroom. Soon it progressed to who was spreading rumors about the other at school. Things finally came to a head when Easton started to tell everyone that his step-sister was sleeping with one of the teachers. It was then that Stella and Willy had stepped in and decided that they had to force the teens to at least tolerate each other’s presence. So far their plans had failed miserably. The only time the teens seemed to even put up with each other was when they were teaming up against their parents.
“Dad, will you talk to Stella?” Willy looked at his son and frowned.
“I’ve asked you a million times to call her mom or Mrs. Hanks, it’s incredibly disrespectful to call your mother by her first name.”
“She’s not my mother.” Easton said, glaring at his father.
“Fine, step-mother.” Willy sat in his recliner, his newspaper in his hands.
“Well?” Easton said.
“Well what?” Willy asked, putting his newspaper down in his lap.
“Will you talk to her?”
“About what?” It was obvious that Willy hadn’t been listening.
“About this camping thing she’s making me and Scout go on. We’re old enough to make our own decisions and I don’t think it’s fair that she can try to make us go on some church camping trip.” Easton was beginning to sound whiny and there was nothing Willy hated more.