I call a cab and give the driver the address of my old home. He helps me get Dove in the car. She's blabbering on the back seat as we drive to June's home. There, we're greeted by the housekeeper, who still recognizes me. I tell her I couldn't get the address of her place from Dove, so I just brought her to June's house instead. The way that housekeeper looks at me makes me feel like a goddamn saint even though I'm anything but.
With the housekeeper’s help, I get Dove in one of the guest bedrooms. I tell her I'll just wait until she feels better, and to go to bed, and the stupid bitch trusts me. I wait until the half-conscious girl dozes off, make sure the hallway's empty, and sneak into June's room.
It feels like it's been ages since I've been here even though it's only been a few days. I've gotten into the habit of sneaking onto the property. I can't stay away. Not when June's at the touch of my fingertips, just waiting to be taken.
I've gathered so many of her things now. A hairbrush. So much fucking underwear. Even her perfume—she always wears the same thing, Chanel Chance, and I'll forever associate the fresh scent with my pretty stepsister. As I enter her room, I allow myself time to roam through. I go through her drawers. I mentally catalog her lingerie collection. I lie on her bed, careful to hide the creases in her bedding after. I wonder how many times she's touched herself here, thinking about my fucking brother. That's going to change. Soon enough, she won't be thinking about Kade anymore. It's time for me to take my twin's place.
Before I leave, I grab another of her thongs and stuff it in my pocket. I'm ready to sneak back out of the house, but I run into Dove in the hallway.
"Parker? My head's killing me," she groans. "Can you get me a glass of water?"
"Sure," I get out through gritted teeth. I pour her some tap water and take it back to the guest bedroom where she's waiting for me. Dove gulps down the drink and mutters a thank you as she lays back down on the bed. "You need anything else?"
She pulls herself up on her elbows, eyes meeting mine as she smiles mischievously. "You."
"Me?" I smirk. "What do you need me for?"
"Come here." I don't do what she wants right away, and she pouts. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
Girls like Dove are so fucking easy. All they want is a good-looking guy to give them some attention, and some dick. It's almost fucking boring because it's so goddamn predictable. But I'm more than ready to give the girl what she wants. Fucking someone else in June's house is an offer so tempting I couldn't possibly refuse it. Besides, knowing my stepsister is getting her heart broken by brother dearest has just made my cock harder than ever.
I lie on the bed with Dove. She kisses me, sloppy and smelling of champagne, but she's fucking hot, so I endure it. Especially because she doesn't fight it when my hand slips between her legs and starts massaging the wet spot on her panties.
"Strip," I order her, my voice growing darker with desire. "All your clothes off, now."
For a moment, I'm convinced she'll say no. But then she picks herself up and peels her dress off. The bra and panties follow next. I admire her silently. She's hot, with tits that are at least a D-cup and a perky little bubble butt, both a sharp contrast to her thin body.
"Put this on." I throw June's thong I stole earlier at her, smirking. The girl hesitates, and I realize I'll have to turn on the charm. "Come on, little bird. Be a good girl for me."
She flushes but doesn't question me. She puts on the thong and joins me in the bed again. My hands explore her sinful body, and I groan as she pulls out my hard cock.
The whole fucking night, I have to fight June's name off my lips.
10
Kade
Two weeks pass without me noticing. It’s strange because they’re the longest two weeks of my fucking life.
It’s Friday, and some old friends have roped me into going out with them. Since my kiss with June, I’ve been avoiding them when before that, we would go out at least twice every week. My friends Dale and Jeff call me out on it, asking if I’m in bed with a booty call every night. Only I know that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
I finally take them up on their offer, and I decide to go to a new club called Pulse with them. It’s opening night, and I’m hoping to get my mind off a few things.
I’ve ignored Parker almost completely, and he’s so wrapped up in his plan he doesn’t even notice. So when I announce I’m going out, he just nods, too busy with what has quickly turned into his own project.
That night as I shrug on my leather jacket, I promise myself this night is June-free. I’m going out to forget and have some fun while I do it. I put on my military black leather boots and quickly glance at the mirror.
I hate looking at myself lately, because it feels like I’m staring at my brother, and all I picture is him talking about June. And it fucking hurts that while I look the same, she chose him over me. She chose to ignore me, while spending time with my twin. Shaking my head, I say goodbye to Parker and head out the door. He doesn't even respond.
“My man!”
I’m greeted with excited laughter and slaps on the back from Jeff, Dale, and my other friend Shane as I get into the cab they've pulled up in. It brings a smile to my face, knowing they’re here for me, and it grows when they shell out the fare because I’m broke as hell. They know it but still want to hang out with me.
We catch up in the cab, and pretty soon, we arrive at our destination. I’m already laughing when we get out of the cab, and I’m so thankful to my friends. I know that I need this, and as my eyes scan the crowd of beautiful, scantily dressed women, I feel slightly perkier.
Dale, my best friend from college, gets a round to start us off, and I down three vodka shots as my friends cheer me on. I fucking need this tonight. The place is packed and booming, the music isn’t my taste, but it’s good to clear my mind and fill it with the thumping of the beat.
We’re approached by women throughout the evening, but I’m feeling picky. Real fucking picky because none of them holds a candle to June.
But then I set my sights on a tall blonde with amazing breasts and a figure to die for. She’s all woman, from her six-inch heels to the micro-mini showing off her legs. She’s fucking gorgeous.
She seems to share the sentiment because she’s all over me in minutes, introducing herself as Lexi. Fuck, even her name is hot.
“Dance with me?” she yells over the music, and I shake my head, laughing. She doesn’t like that because she takes my hand and drags me to the dance floor. And that’s when she’s in her element.
Her hands wrap around me, and she practically gives me a lap dance in front of everyone. She’s wild and crazy; she’s stunning and so different than June I can almost forget about the fact that she's probably off with Parker somewhere. I focus on Lexi's moves, feeling the heat coming off her body. She keeps her eyes on me and moves in closer, and my cock stirs.
“Wanna have some fun?” she whisper-yells in my ear. I laugh at her, and she takes that as a yes. Grabbing my hands, she places them between her legs, pulling me against her body, pressing it against a wall so we’re hidden from the others. She’s not wearing any panties.