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powered on. “I know, it means more work for everyone. If you can talk to Alison and let her know. Mother will need some space made in her wing for Patrick, her new husband.”
    “Where do you want the son?”
    “I don’t care. As long as it isn’t near me.”
    “No problem.”
    “I’ll talk to Missy and let her know she’s gonna have to increase the meals. I’ll talk to mother and see if I can’t figure out what these guys like to eat or what their schedules will be.”
    “Anything else?”
    “That’s all I can think of right now.”
    “Okay, I’ll let the others know as well. Er…payday is still this Friday right?”
    Susie sighed again and rubbed her temple. “Yeah. I’ll have everyone’s pay ready to go.” She’d also taken over paying their employees because mother usually forgot that as well and then tried to stiff the employees claiming they were lazy or some such thing. Susie honestly didn’t know why any of them stayed around. But at least it had gotten better since she’d taken over the managing of the house.
    “See you tomorrow.”
    “Yeah, bye, Roman.”

Chapter Four
    Paper Thin Walls
     
     
    Buck lay on his bed and clenched his teeth. He’d been living with his new stepsister for a week now and he literally wanted to strangle her. For some asinine reason, his room was right next to hers. They were living in this huge house and they were practically on top of one another.
    The only reason he didn’t completely lose his shit was because Susie was obviously not happy about the arrangement either, so he knew she hadn’t planned it. He’d listened in on a conversation she’d had with one of the employees where she lambasted him up and down and he’d apologized and said he thought she said to put the son next to her room rather than not next to her.
    This might be a big fucking house, but that didn’t mean it was constructed all that well. The walls were paper thin and he could hear every single thing Susie did in her room, and she could probably hear him as well.
    Buck never bothered to sit down and eat with his Pop and Loraine, preferring to make his meals himself, something that Missy, the live-in cook scolded him about, but didn’t seem to really mind. After dinner that night, he’d heard Susie on the phone with one of her friends, most likely one he’d met the day they’d careened around his pristine turf on their golf cart with. They’d been arguing about him. He’d only heard Susie’s half of the conversation, but it’d gotten pretty steamy.
    “No fucking way….yeah, but I’m related to him…yeah, I know, not really, but close enough….yeah, if I wasn’t his stepsister…no you cannot! I don’t want to hear you and him fucking in the room next to me…No! It doesn’t make it better if you fuck at your house. Jesus, Mo!...He has his own bathroom so, no…You’re perverted, you know that?...We still going out tomorrow?...That sucks…okay…later…”
    It was quiet in her room for a while then Buck heard her TV turn on low. Then he heard it. Again. Fuck. He swore under his breath, knowing what she was doing. She’d done it every night since he moved in.
    He could picture her, lying back on her bed, legs spread, vibrator on high between her legs. Her head would be thrown back, one hand at her tit and the other between her legs. Buck moved his hand to his own pants and quickly undid the buttons and shifted until he could get them down far enough to take his cock out.
    He slowly stroked himself, not surprised how quickly he got hard. He could now hear her low moans over the voices on whatever show she was watching. His hand moved faster, squeezing the tip of his cock and massaging his balls with this other hand.
    The sound of her vibrator now alternated between being muffled and then louder again, alerting Buck to the fact that she was now fucking herself with it.
    Every damn night she tortured him this way. Hearing her moan was bad enough since he could only