1. Re-discovering My Step-sister


    Date: 10/4/2018, Categories: Taboo, Author: rangerstud101, Source: LushStories

    My dad divorced my mom when I was sixteen. My mom was a crazy bitch that treated him horribly. Luckily I didn't inherit anything from my mom other than my talent for writing and playing music. I inherited my good looks and charm from my dad though. My dad and I are both around five foot ten and good looking guys. I was over weight until I joined the Army. That didn't matter though. The girls always seemed to be attracted to my deep blue eyes, chiseled chin and soft blonde hair. I played guitar my whole life and that drove girls crazy. They love a rock star. When I was eighteen, I joined the military. I was infantry in the Army. While away in Iraq, my dad got remarried to a woman named Hilda who had two children of her own. When I finally got home from duty, I met my "new" family. Hilda was a forty something divorcee with short blonde hair. She was a real bitch and didn't seem to like me what soever. She had a son who was my age named Calvin and a daughter who was thirteen named Kara. She was a bitch like her mother and couldn't stand me or my father because we "broke up her family". Apparently my dad had started dating Hilda before she actually divorced her husband. Calvin and I got along great. We were both musicians with similar interests in music. We like video games and guns. We were both the same age, so we could talk about things we did and remembered while we grew up. Calvin grew up in a rich town and had money growing up while I grew up middle class. We had different ...
    stories to share. Calvin became more of a friend to me than my step-brother. Now Kara on the other hand, well, she was a little monster. I couldn't stand her. She treated me and my dad like dirt. One day she told me that she wished I had died in Iraq and that she hated me. This made it nearly impossible to have any kind of relationship with her. The next couple of years went by with me visiting my father. Kara and I avoiding each other like the plague. I saw my father once every couple of weeks until I took a job three hours from where he lived and relocated. The job I took payed well, but the hours were long. I didn't see my father at all and only got the occasional phone call and Christmas card. Calvin would send me Facebook messages from time to time or a Happy Birthday on my wall. However, I never heard from Kara or Hilda. I feel this was for the better. However, one day about three years after I moved, I received a call from a number I didn't know. It was an area code from up by my dad's house. I answered the phone. "Hello?" I asked wondering who was calling. "Hi, Zach. It's Kara," the other voice said. "Oh, hi," I said curious to why she would be calling. "How are you?" Kara asked. "I'm fine. Is everything okay? Why did you call?" "I'm fine. Well no I'm not. I mean I am but I... ugh," she stammered. "Are you in some kind of trouble? Is dad okay?" I asked. "He's fine. I just called to say I am sorry. I know it's been a while since I've seen you or even talked to you, but ...
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