It was Ben who turned down living with Angela and Brittany. He was too shy and reserved. He probably was afraid of the boisterous and loud girls cramping his style. Over shadowing him. Cock blocked him from getting his first girlfriend.
Brittany stood up and stretched, “I've got to go.”
“Where?” Cynthia asked.
“I told you. I've got to pick up those clothes Sarah wants to get rid of. She wanted to get lunch and give them to me before I leave for school. You want to come with?”
Cynthia rolled her eyes, “you know better.”
“Come on, you two need to make up,” Brittany whined. “I can't be the ref between you two for the rest of my life. She's not that bad.”
“No, I'm secretly hoping she just magically drops dead or disappears…” Cynthia rolled her eyes. “I thought you'd stop hanging out with her after high school.”
“Well, she hasn't dropped dead yet,” Brittany shrugged. “So you're just going to chill here all day instead?”
“I'll be okay, I'll find something to do,” Cynthia shrugged.
Ben packed his handfuls of luggage with clothes and electronics… to be honest he was only half paying attention to what he packed inside the bags. The various levels of distraction he had going on was insurmountable. Should I distract myself by thinking about my stepmom fucking me then me cumming on her face? Or how about my stepsister's best friend coming into my room naked and fingering my stepmother while she sucked my dick?
Ben didn't have a clue how things could happen and change so drastically over the past day. He had discussed leaving for Boston University early next week but now he was considering leaving first thing Monday. Hell, maybe even tomorrow. My apartment is ready. I can leave now before things get weirder between me and my stepfamily.
The cellphone vibrated in his jeans pocket and Ben looked at the screen.
Brit wants you to get your clothes you left in your stepmom's room.
I didn't leave any clothes
She said they mixed up in laundry
Going upstairs, Ben was intent on avoiding Cynthia and Sharon as much as possible. Sharon should still be at the store or gym, wherever she went, and as long as Brittany was around Cynthia should not make things weird. Or any weirder than they already are.
Ben's plan was simple. Avoidance. If he could avoid them for the next 48 hours, this could all be another distant awkward memory. He didn't really care about what it meant for his father and stepmother. Frankly, he was convinced they'd be separated by the end of the year the way they were going at it usually. Of course he wanted to have sex with his stepmother, again. Of course, he wanted to see Cynthia naked, again. But at what cost? Ben had spent the entire afternoon weighing the pros and cons of trying to recreate what happened last night to happen again, and sure, it would be great if it happened and everyone stayed quiet and then his dad and stepmom separated. But what if they stayed together?
What if they were together for the rest of Ben's life and every Christmas for the next 50 years he would have to feel awkward and ashamed for this weekend? What if Brittany finds out and is filled with hate and anger towards Cynthia and Ben? Brittany, pathetically, was his best friend. Ben couldn't imagine his best friend hating him forever- and then having to see her every visit home for the rest of his life. He'd be risking potentially, permanent displeasure for a brief fleeting pleasure. No, I already know what the right thing to do is. I'm going to get my clothes. Go to my room. Close my door. And I'm going to hide for the next 24 hours. Then, I'll leave first thing Monday morning for college. I just need to make it through the next 24 hours…