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she began to grow nervous again.
    The car pulled into the driveway of their modest one-story house, and Jessica wished the drive had been a little longer. They got out, Mitch retrieving Jessica’s backpack and night bag from the back seat, and then walked up the flagstone path to the front door. Mitch hadn’t left the porch light on, so it was dark as they waited outside, Mitch flipping through his keys, and then finally opening the door. He pushed it open, and waited for Jessica to enter first.
    Jessica flipped on a light. She breathed in the familiar scent of home. It was a small house, but it was comfortable. She passed through the living room, and was about to turn left down the hall toward her bedroom when Mitch spoke.
    “I suppose you’re hungry,” he said.
    Jessica turned to him, surprised at this sudden concern for her comfort. “Yeah. I mean, yes, sir.” She knew Mitch liked formalities, and as much as possible she wanted to remain on the man’s good side.
    “Come into the kitchen. I’ll make you something.”
    Jessica turned away from the hall, and went back toward the kitchen instead. The walls and floors were covered with yellowed linoleum, and the limited counters were tiled with pale blue ceramic squares. Mitch had kept everything spotless, and there wasn’t so much as a spoon in the little steel sink.
    Jessica sat down at the round wooden table in the middle of the room. She set her backpack on the floor, and watched as her stepbrother rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands at the sink. He didn’t ask what Jessica wanted, just started making something on his own, pulling out a few items from the refrigerator.
    He was bent down to get something out of the vegetable crisper when Jessica looked up, and got a full view of her stepbrother’s ass stretched against the fabric of his khakis. It was muscular, and Jessica thought of what it would look like as Mitch fucked somebody, the cheeks clenching and humping. Jessica was wet in an instant.
    Mitch turned around. “You should be studying,” he said, as if Jessica had actively disobeyed him. “Take out your text and start copying down the equations from Chapter Three.”
    Jessica fumbled through her backpack, and then started copying out an equation on a fresh page of her notebook. She kept glancing up at Mitch though, who was turned toward the counter. It was like she was seeing her stepbrother for the first time, noticing his broad muscular shoulders, the way the square cut of his hair at the nape accentuated his thick neck. And, most noticeable of all, was the way Mitch’s tall frame seemed even larger when placed in the small kitchen.
    She had never really thought much about Mitch’s gym routine. All these years, the man had kept himself in peak condition. He was basically a bodybuilder, which Jessica knew was strange for a professor, and, what was more, she couldn’t remember a single date Mitch had been on since she had moved in. Had he really been single that whole time, maintaining his body for no other reason than the health benefits? Or had there been relationships on the side that he kept private from Jessica—relationships with submissives?
    It was confusing, because Mitch was such a traditional guy that Jessica could see him spending time at the gym the way he mowed the lawn or kept the house clean: it was the way to take care of things. But she could also envision the proper Mitch feeling that his love life was not something he wanted to discuss with his stepsister, that it was none of Jessica’s business. And Jessica realized that, even after all the years she had lived with Mitch, she really didn’t know the man at all.
    Mitch set down two plates on the table, one for each of them. On each plate was a sandwich. Jessica waited until Mitch had gotten them drinks—orange juice for Jessica, and a Spartan glass of water for Mitch—and then they started eating. Mitch looked down at his plate distractedly, and Jessica stared at him,