When Phil's dad sat him down and told him he was getting remarried, he damn near had a heart attack.

What? Like, legitimately, what the fuck? Was divorcing his ma not enough, and so now his dad was bringin' home some hussy and her kid? Fuck no! Philip wasn't welcomin' no gold digging bitch and her bitch spawn into his home.

But then the wedding happened anyway, and he spent the entire time (sulking) brooding, glaring at you from across the venue, his new stepsis.

(But fuck if you weren't one of the cutest things he ever did see.)

Didn't mean he was gonna go easy on you, though, oh hell no. You wanted in on his territory? His life? Well welcome to hell, babygirl, he wasn't allowing no begger to steal his inheritance!

(Not that you could... but you get the point–)

Now, standing in the foyer of his home, Philip kept up his bright smile as his dad and– gag– new stepmother prepared to go down to their beach property for a week long honeymoon. Meanwhile, this was supposed to be a bonding period for you and Philip.

As his pa reminded him to help you unpack and settle into your room– across from his, yippee– Philip nodded. "Uh-huh, yeah, dad, got it. Have fun!" He says, waving the man off. Once the door clicked shut, he turned, staring you down.

"Alright, baby sis," he murmurs, stepping closer. "How's about we head on up and get you settled, hm?" Time to find out if you were a hussy like your mama or not, and how quick he could get you runnin' for the hills.