My Slutty Step-sister Ch. 04

"You're right. It is my responsibility, which is why I'm here. As of this moment, you are not allowed to talk to my girls, your sister is excluded of course. I'll tell them the same thing at practice this evening. Otherwise, there will be consequences."

"You've got to be kidding me! I'm not allowed to talk to the girls on your team? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Not only do I refuse to listen to this crap, but I think I'll lodge a complaint with the President of the university. I'm sure she wouldn't approve of this nonsense."

Stephanie reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a folded piece of paper, tossing it in my lap. "Oh, but she does approve, as that document shows. My cheerleading squad wins championships consistently as I'm sure you well know. I bring more money into this university than you could ever imagine. President Michaels realizes this and she agrees with me. You are not to have contact with the girls on my team."

I was reading over the document Stephanie had given me. While it was signed by the university President, I had no idea what her signature looked like. As far as I knew, Stephanie could have fabricated this whole thing.

"Feel free to go visit her if you don't believe me," Stephanie said. "I wouldn't expect you to take my word for it." Stephanie's uncanny remark regarding my thoughts reminded me of Jenna.

"And what if I refuse to do as you say?"

"Then there will be consequences."

"You have no control over me. There's nothing that you can do to me if I refuse. And if you do try something, you'll have to deal with my lawyer."

"So I'm assuming that you aren't going to signed that?" she asked, nodding to the paper in my hands.

"Nope. In fact, here's what I think of it," I said, ripping up the piece of paper.

Stephanie's eyebrow arched, and the smile that she had worn since she arrived faltered for a second. "Very well. If that's how you wish to do things." She was already crossing the room for the door. "I'll do what I have to in order to protect my team. If you want to be difficult... well... you'll have to deal with the consequences. I gave you a chance, now whatever happens is your responsibility."

"We'll see about that," I said.

"Yes, yes we will." With that final remark, Stephanie walked out, letting the door swing closed behind her.

************************* I spent the rest of the afternoon stewing between anger and disbelief. Who the hell did Stephanie think she was? Who was she to tell me who I could associate with? The fact that she didn't want me talking to the girls on her team didn't bother me sexually; I had my hands full with Hannah, and once Jenna arrived it would be worse. What really bothered me was how she was trying to control my life. For me, that was unacceptable.

I was cooking dinner for myself that evening when Hannah burst through the front door, tears streaming down her face.

"What did you do?!" she cried, throwing her things on the floor. "Coach Stevens kicked me off the squad and said I had you to thank for it! What the hell did you do?!"

I quickly told Hannah about Coach Stevens' visit. "I didn't think that she would take it out on you," I said. "I expected her to retaliate against me, have me castrated or something."

"Do you really think she got permission from the university President, or do you think she was just making that up?"

"I don't know. I'll go see President Michaels tomorrow and get this straightened out," I said.

"You better! I've worked too hard to be thrown off the squad for no reason!"

Hannah was quiet the rest of the evening. That was the first night since we returned to school that Hannah and I didn't have sex.

************************* I left for school early the next morning, not even bothering to eat breakfast. Hannah spent most of the night crying with her head on my chest so she was still asleep when I got up.

The day was off to a nice start despite the seriousness of what I had to do. The blue sky and hot sun stood out in stark contrast to the sense of doom and gloom I had. It felt as if things were about to change. The care-free, sex-filled relationship that Hannah and I shared had suddenly become very sombre; the summer only weeks over seemed like a long time ago.

It didn't take me long to get to President Michaels' office. The Administration building was in the middle of the campus. It was a towering building with glass walls which seemed to sparkle when the sunlight hit it at the right angle. President Michaels' office was on the twelfth floor, making the elevator ride feel like a death march. Stepping out of the elevator I approached the desk of President Michaels' secretary.

"I'm here to see President Michaels," I said.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked. I had expected the secretary to be an older woman, retirement age like most of the women who worked in the building, but she was quite young. I put her in her early thirties. She wore a very feminine suit, dark black with a white blouse underneath. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a telephone headset. She reminded me of those girls you see in telemarketing ads. 'Every day is a party when you work with us!', but if you actually got a job there, you had to fend off creepy Indian guys who seemed more interested in massaging your shoulders than helping customers.

"Uh, no, but..."

"If you want to see President Michaels, you need an appointment. She's a very busy woman," she said, cutting me off.

"Let me explain. My name is Brent and..."

"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" she said. Her annoyed look had quickly transformed into one of recognition the moment I said my name. "President Michaels' said you might show up. I'll let her know you're here." A moment later she was ushering me through the door into the President's office.

President Michaels' office was a picture of contrasts between old world scholarship and modernity. Three walls were dark wooden bookshelves lined with thousands of books, while the wall directly in front of me was a large window allowing a spectacular view of the city. There was a fireplace built into the wall on the left with a large flatscreen television hanging over it. Her large wooden desk matched the wood floors and bookshelves, while the furniture was very modern. Two black leather chairs were infront of the desk, angled slightly. A matching couch was placed along the right wall with end tables that matched the desk.

President Michaels' looked up from her laptop and smiled. She was in her early forties, with pale white skin that made her dark black hair stand out even more than normal. It was pulled back into a bun that made her black rimmed glasses stand out even more. "I thought you might come and see me. Please, take a seat Brent," she said, motioning at one of the leather chairs.

I hesitated before crossing the room and taking the seat she offered. "I guess you know why I'm here," I said.

"Yes, Coach Stevens has informed me of the situation. I'm sure you're aware of how much the university values her?"

"I'm starting to," I replied, "but I don't see how she can tell me who I can or can't talk to."

"Yes, well, you have to realize Brent that Coach Stevens' cheerleading squad is the top squad in the country. The amount of money that it generates for the university is very substantial. In fact, that money pays for your scholarships, as well as your sister's. Without it, you would be paying more in tuition. And yes, I looked up the records of you and your sister."

"Of course," I said. "I would have been surprised if you hadn't. But I still don't see how she can tell me who I can talk to. It's also completely unfair for her to retaliate against Hannah by kicking her off the squad. She has nothing to do with this."

"Well how else did you expect her to retaliate? Kick you off the cheer squad?"

"So you're okay with her extorting me? Do as I say or I'll throw your sister off the squad?"

President Michaels sighed, clearly tiring of the conversation. "It's not extortion Brent. The university has rules that allow the administration to do what it thinks is best for the university. It is a privilege to attend university, not a right. When you accept a university's admission, you also accept its rules. You may not like them, but you have to abide by them. I have the utmost confidence in Coach Stevens' judgment. If kicking Hannah off the squad is what she thinks is most appropriate, then the university will back her decision. She did give you the opportunity to avoid a problem, but you decided not to take it. Now you have to reap what you sow, so to speak."

"So there's nothing I can do?" I asked.

"I never said that. I just said that the university will back whatever Coach Stevens decides. If you want to get your sister back on the cheer squad, I suggest you ask Coach Stevens very nicely and do whatever she wants. Otherwise, you're out of luck."

"Alright... I guess I'll go see her then."

"I'll let her know you're on your way."

"Thanks," I said, as I stood up and made my way to the door.

"It was nice to meet you Brent. Perhaps next time it will be under more pleasant circumstances," President Michaels called after me.

"It was nice to meet you too," I said as I exited her office.

The elevator ride down to the main floor seemed to take even longer than the way up. I couldn't help but feel as if President Michaels' was in on this somehow with Coach Stevens. I understood that she wants to do what's best for the university, but the way she referred to Coach Stevens struck me in a way I couldn't put my finger on.

********************* Unfortunately Coach Stevens' office wasn't located in the administration building, but ten minutes away in the physical education complex. It made sense since it put her close to the gym and the practice fields. It didn't take long for me to find her office. President Michaels had apparently called her since her office door was wide open.

"Come in Brent. I've been expecting you," she said. "Close the door behind you please."

I did as she asked and took a seat. Her office was rather spartan in décor. The only touch of personality in the office was the numerous photos of her cheer squads over the years. The wall directly behind her was a large glass window, just like the administration building, however this one gave a view of the practice fields.

"President Michaels told me that you went to see her," she said.

"I did."

"And is there a reason you're here now, or did you just want to waste my time?" she asked. Although her tone was pleasant, there was an undercurrent of menace associated with it.

"I came to apologize to you about the other day," I said. I knew I had nothing to apologize about, but if it helped to get Hannah back on the squad, I thought it was a small price to pay. "If I had known you would kick Hannah off the squad, I would have agreed to what you asked. It's not fair to punish her because of me. I was hoping that if I agreed to stay away from the girls on your squad, you'd put Hannah back on the team."

"I suppose I could do that," she said, after a minute of silence. "However, there will be one extra stipulation." She took one of her business cards and wrote on the back of it before sliding it across the desk to me. "That's my address. I want you to come see me tonight, shall we say nine o'clock?"

"Okay..." I said. "Can I ask why?"

Coach Stevens sighed. "Just do as I say and everything will be fine, alright?"

I nodded and stood up to leave. "This situation didn't have any adverse affect on Hannah's chances of becoming captain, did it?"

"Luckily, I haven't picked the new captain yet, so no. She's a very hard worker, but I don't know her as well as I should. Do you think she would join us tonight so I can get to know her better? It would definitely increase her chances of making captain."

"Yeah, I think she'd be interested. She's desperate to be captain."

"Excellent. It will give me a chance to find out more about her. You can tell her that I'll see her at practice this evening. If she does decide to come to my house, I'll just give her a ride after practice."

"Sounds good to me," I said. "Thanks for allowing her back on the team Coach Stevens. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. And please, call me Stephanie. You aren't one of my girls so there's no need for the formality."

I smiled and nodded as I left her office. I called Hannah on my cell phone and told her the good news, as well as Stephanie's strange request. Hannah accepted it without hesitation. I hung up, feeling extremely relieved. I guess today wouldn't be so bad after all. Stephanie seemed more reasonable today than the first time we met. Maybe I had her all wrong.

I looked at my watch and saw that I had class in an hour. I cursed quietly as I realized I should have brought my books with me. Now I'd have to go home and come back. If that was the worst thing that was going to happen today, I could live with it.

**************************** The day passed extremely quickly. I had two two hour classes back to back and I found myself back at home before I knew it. It was just after three o'clock so I thought I'd do some homework before I made myself dinner. Hannah was in class all afternoon and then would be off to cheer practice. She had called me earlier to thank me again for getting her back on the squad and told me that she would go with Stephanie to her house after practice. She also told me not to be late since Stephanie despised tardiness.

The afternoon passed slower than I had anticipated. I busied myself with homework, but I found myself glancing at the clock every five minutes. For some reason, I felt a growing unease about Stephanie's request. Her re-admittance of Hannah to the cheer squad began to feel too easy. It was as if she had used it as a pretext to further her own agenda. I knew from experience with my own Professors, that getting even a one day extension on a paper was akin to pulling teeth, and that was with Professors who were lax about the rules. For Stephanie to accept my request so easily seemed to contradict the impression she gave when we first met. As much as I hated to admit it, I think I had been conned into something that I might otherwise have passed on.

My growing anxiety seemed to accelerate the clock and I soon found myself walking up the steps to Stephanie's house. It was a two story house with an attached two car garage. The white siding seemed excessively bright against the night. I could see lights on on the main floor and I looked at my watch to check the time. I still had a few minutes before it was officially nine o'clock and I assumed that Stephanie and my sister had left practice a little early. I was halfway up the porch steps when the front door opened.

"Right on time," Stephanie said. She was wearing the white t-shirt and blue shorts that she had on this morning, as well as the day before.

"Hannah said you didn't like tardiness. I also didn't want you to think that I had decided not to come."

"Oh, I knew you would. We had a deal, remember?" Stephanie asked, raising her eyebrow. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"

"Nope. I knew the street, I just wasn't sure how far down your house was."

"Excellent. Please, come in," she said, standing aside and sweeping her arm out in an inviting gesture. Said the spider to the fly, I thought to myself.

I stepped through the doorway and looked around the room. I was in the living area, from the looks of it. There was a large, black leather couch with a matching chair and loveseat. It looked identical to the couch I had seen in President Michaels' office that morning. The chair was different however. The chairs in President Michaels' office had a lower backing. The table that was positioned between them had a wire frame with a glass top. The walls were painted a dark brown that matched the colour of the wood floors. I was surprised by the large flat screen television that hung on the wall. It reminded me of the ones that sports fanatics fantasize about owning.

The kitchen opened up to the right of the living room. "Hey Brent!" Hannah said, a large smile on her face. She was wiping the black granite kitchen top with a sponge where she had evidently spilled some Coke. "Isn't Coach Stevens' house great?"

"It's very nice! I'm a little envious," I said.

Stephanie laughed as she closed the door behind me. "It didn't look this way when I bought it. I've spent a lot of time and money to bring it up to my standards."

"I'm not surprised," I said.

"Pour your brother a drink," Stephanie said to Hannah, "and then we can sit and talk." Stephanie motioned to the couch and I took a seat, while she sat in the chair to the right. "You'll be happy to know that Hannah did extremely well in practice today. She didn't miss a beat, even with missing a day."

"Like there was any doubt," laughed Hannah as she put our drinks on the table and sat down next to me. "I think the day off did me good. I probably needed some rest."

"Probably," said Stephanie. "I know myself that it sometimes helps to take a little time off. But don't think that means you can miss practice!"

"Yeah, you don't want to get lazy and start sleeping all day," I grinned, taking a sip of my drink.

"Whatever!" Hannah laughed, punching me playfully in the shoulder and almost spilling my drink. "I'm not the one who sleeps in till noon on the weekends!"

"Why's that? Staying up too late with a girl?" smiled Stephanie.

"That's part of it," I laughed, giving Hannah a sideways glance. "I'd rather keep a girl up all night, rather than hear about my lack of effort the next day."

"Women always appreciate the effort," said Stephanie, winking at me. "Especially when there's substance behind the effort."

"There's substance alright," I grinned.

As the night went on, I found myself becoming more and more at ease. Stephanie didn't seem as bad as I thought, although that could have been due to her constant flirtation with me, and to a lesser extent, Hannah. I wasn't sure if Hannah had noticed, but I had picked up on Stephanie's glances and the way she was licking her lips. She wasn't married and didn't have a boyfriend, so I wasn't completely surprised by her flirtation. Divorced women behaved the same way, at least from my experience. Despite Stephanie's flirtation, both Hannah and I were taken aback by the frank attitude that seemed to suddenly jump out from behind her casual demeanour.

"I'm sure you're both curious about why I asked you to come over. I have to admit that I wasn't entire truthful," Stephanie said, leaning back in her chair. Her eyes seemed to lose a bit of their playful sparkle, and she directed her penetrating gaze at me. "When I said that Hannah could rejoin the squad, coming over tonight was only part of the requirement. See, I've been thinking about what the girls have been saying about you, and I want to see if it's true. It's not often that a girl comes across a guy who has a big cock, and I want to see it for myself... well, experience it for myself is more of what I have in mind." Hannah and I looked at each other, her mouth hanging open. She seemed extremely surprised by the sudden turn of events. I couldn't help but feel vindicated. I knew she had a reason for inviting me over. I just couldn't understand why she invited Hannah as well.

"You don't have to," Stephanie continued, "but if you don't, I will kick Hannah off the squad permanently."

"You can't..." I began, but Stephanie cut me off.

"Yes I can. We both know I can do whatever I want when it comes to my cheerleaders," said Stephanie, a tight smile on her face. The flirtatious Stephanie had disappeared and been replaced by one much more cunning. In fact, that flirtatious Stephanie probably didn't even exist.