Chapter 5: Step by Step to Stepsister Ch. 01
Noah and stepsister Charlotte get to know each other.
"Noah! Noah!"
I was violently shaken awake by my dad during my nap on the sofa. "What?" I replied groggily and slightly mad.
"Your mom and I are heading to the airport to pick up Charlotte. I want you to be ready by the time we get back. Go and take a shower and put on some nice clothes."
"Yeah, yeah," I said as I tried to return to my nap. But he wouldn’t let me, and he started shaking me again.
"He’ll be all showered and dressed by the time we’re back," Samantha answered for me. "Now, let’s get on the road. This is a rush hour during the holidays. It will take even longer to get to the airport than usual."
My dad sighed, and even though my face was buried in the sofa, I could tell he looked at me disapprovingly. I didn’t get up until I heard them leaving through the garage.
I reached for my phone and gave myself at least 90 minutes to start getting ready before they got back.
Let me clear some things up first. First off, my name is Noah, if you couldn’t figure it out. The guy who was shaking me awake was my dad, Greg. He works as the hardware guy for a company. Samantha, who he said was my mom, isn’t actually my mom. She’s my stepmom. And for those who guessed that Charlotte isn’t my real sister and just my stepsister, congrats to you! Now, I do have a real sister, and her name is Jacqueline or Jackie, as she prefers to be called, and she’s older than me by 3 years.
Jackie and I both inherited our looks from our mother. Rosy skin, brown eyes, straight brown hair, not fat nor skinny. Pretty generic, right? I wish I got my physique from my Dad. The only thing I got was his height, as we both stood at 6 feet tall. He hasn’t been to the gym since he became a dad. I haven’t even seen him work out at home. You won’t mistake him for a prime Arnold Schwarzenegger or Chris Bumstead, but he was built. The best way to describe him is that he looks like a retired NFL linebacker.
My stepmom, Samantha, looks like a MILF. Dirty blonde hair, busty and curvy, fit, blue eyes, and a great smile to top it off. I’ll admit that when my dad first introduced me to Samantha, I was a little shit to her, but I couldn’t keep it up for long since she was so sweet. As for Charlotte, I couldn’t tell you how she looked because I can’t remember. I’ve only seen her once, and that was at our parents’ wedding. I know she’s a blonde, but that’s it.