and I haven’t even touched them yet. She’s moaning, whimpering against me. She arches her back, and her hands shoot up, finding her breasts, pinching her own nipples as she looks me in the eyes. "But if you aren't going to do anything, I'll just have to do it myself..."
Her chest is rising and falling with each breath as my eyes travel south. She has a beauty mark on her flat stomach. Her hands flutter to the place between her legs.
“Move your fucking hands,” I order her, and she obeys, trembling under my watchful eyes. "Move them right fucking now. I want to look at you."
Her pussy is waxed bare save for a line of soft dark hairs leading my eyes down. She moans softly when she sees she’s turned me on, and I have to fight back the urge to bend her over the vanity again and just take her, rough and hard, right there. But no. I need to bide my time. I need to make her feel comfortable before I take what I want. I move closer, but she scrambles back, bumping into her nightstand as she giggles softly.
“Wait!” she says hoarsely, and I have to use my every effort to look away from that devilish line of hairs to her eyes. She’s scared. "Please, wait, I have to tell you something first..."
“I won’t hurt you,” I promise her. "Promise, June. That's not why I'm here."
“I… I know you won’t.” She smiles weakly. “That’s why I wanted you to do it.”
“Do what?” I ask, confusing knitting my brows together. She moves closer and wraps her hands around my neck, the peaks of her breasts touching my torso in such an infuriatingly seductive move that it makes me groan out loud.
“To be the first one to fuck me,” she whispers in my ear. "To be my first and only..."
13
Parker
8 years ago
There's always been something special about my stepsister, June. She excites me in a way no other girl ever has. And I've had my share of girls, too. At our high school, I was the underrated twin. Kade was the jock, the king of the track and the cafeteria. But I had a different vibe—the funny, artistic one that girls clung to, desperate for another taste.
Not that I ever let any of them in. I couldn't risk getting attached. Even as a seventeen-year-old, I always had a clear goal in mind. And for years, my sights had been set on one person and one person only—my stepsister.
That day, my father, stepfather, brother, and June were all off to a track event. It was the last one of the season, a big one for Kade because several scouts would be attending. But I'd purposely picked a fight with my brother the night before, ensuring I'd have the day and the house to myself.
As I laid in bed, listening to the sound of the retreating car, I smirked. They were gone. I was fucking free.
Living in a household of five was fucking exhausting. The worst part was keeping up pretenses. Acting like I was one of them, smiling, saying the right bullshit. I hated it. I couldn't wait to be free. But until my plan worked out, I needed to keep my family close.
I got up hours after I should have, making myself a cup of joe before heading straight to June's room. The silly bitch left it unlocked, and I smiled to myself as I turned the knob and easily opened the door.
Her room was pretty, decked out in shades of pink and so many ruffles it made my fucking head hurt. June was a girly girl. She’d been one when we'd met her too, but her habits weren't as sweet and dainty as everything else about her. There'd been numerous occasions when June would get in trouble for dirtying her pretty dresses. But at thirteen, she was more grown up than ever.
I'd been in her room before—after all, June and I were the best of friends. But I knew she hid things from me. Like her little crush on my older brother, which was evident to every-fucking-one even though silly little June thought no one had noticed.
I laughed about it with Kade sometimes. We'd make fun of her. She would've died from the embarrassment if she knew. But I wasn't going to tell her. Not until the timing was right.
I couldn't trust June Wildfox. That little bitch had secrets. And as I lifted her mattress and pulled out