Mom had acted like she had no control over it. But whatever, of the two  of them I liked Murray a little better, and his son, well-

"Don't think about him," I muttered, clenching my fingers on the  steering wheel as I stop my car out front of my mom's house. Just  looking at that brick ranch house brought back memories I didn't want to  remember.

We can't fight it. Maybe if we do it, it will take the crazy forbidden desire away.

I could still hear Beck's deep voice saying that as we'd stood alone in  the basement's den of our house, which was now my mom's house since she  and Murray split. But he'd been wrong, because it hadn't gone away. Not  at all for me ... and it still hurt. I looked back at sleeping Bart. It  hurt a lot.

Forcefully, I shrugged off the memories, because I had not come home for  that. I'd had to leave that behind, and I wouldn't admit out loud, even  to myself that I still thought about Beck every damn day. But I wasn't  coming home for me; I was coming home for Bart. So I got out of my car  and I went to get my baby.

Two minutes later, my mom screeched out of her opened front door. "A baby! How could you have a baby and I not know!"

I grimaced, looking around the neighborhood, thinking now they'd all  know. But I knew it was a shock, so I told the lie I had planned.

"Mom, you were having trouble with Murray and I just couldn't dump more on you."

My mom surprised the heck out of me by shooting out the open front  doorway to grab the baby from me. She held Bart up in front of her and  cooed at him. My mouth fell open. My mom? She jiggled Bartie, and he  laughed at her.

I decided I was on an alien planet, but then my world stalled with a  cosmic heartbeat when my mom turned her head toward the inside of the  house, and then she shouted, "Murray! You're not going to believe this,  but we have a grandbaby!"

I think my heartbeat might have stalled for a full second, but my mom  was hauling Bart inside, holding him like a pro on her hip, while he  tugged on her hair.

"Murray," I gasped. "But I thought-"

"Murray!" mom shouted again, disappearing deeper into the house. "Come look at this!"

Oh, this was so bad; so, so bad.

Only one thing could make it worse, and then I heard it-



"You have a baby, Millie?" My stepbrother Beck's deep voice came from the living room I was passing by.

I was very much not a wilting flower. There hadn't ever been a time in  my life where I had even felt faint, but suddenly the hallway started to  spin and I couldn't seem to breathe. I needed everything that was  happening too quickly to go away, and I needed to be able to time travel  backward, to before I drove up to my old house, so I could just drive  past and all this would have never happened.

"Whoa, baby," Beck uttered.

His arm was across my back, then my head felt as if I couldn't hold it up and everything went black.











Beck lifted his stepsister up into his arms, feeling that she was much  curvier than the last time he had held her. His dark gaze looked down  the hallway where his stepmom had disappeared; her and the baby.

"Is that baby why you have such tits and ass now, baby sister," he  muttered under his breath as her lax face pressed against his upper arm.  Out loud he yelled, "I'm taking Millie upstairs, she's wiped out."

Their parents made some affirmative sounds that they'd received the  message from somewhere deeper in the house, while Beck started up the  stairs. He knew the shock of seeing him at home had probably made Millie  faint.

Then he realized that he was angrier than he'd been in his entire life.  And that was saying a lot, because the last night he'd seen Millie he'd  felt rage unlike anything he'd felt before. All because she was making  it impossible for them to stay together.

But this eclipsed it. Because seeing her baby meant some other man had fucking touched his sister.

He was surprised that he wasn't more upset over her fainting, but he'd  known she'd not expected to see him or his dad at their old house. It  had to be a huge and stunning surprise to her, obviously. He'd been  shocked when he'd come home to visit his stepmom, at her request, and  there had been his dad, with the both of them saying they had  reconciled.