her pink notebook, I grinned, knowing I was about to be privy to them all.
I made myself comfortable on her bed, lazily flicking through page upon page filled with her scribbly handwriting. She went on and on about Kade. Her crush really was fucking embarrassing, especially as my brother couldn't care less. It was kind of funny how desperate she was for someone who wouldn't even give her the time of day.
My heart still fucking hurt, though, because I was barely mentioned in my stepsister's diary. It was all Kade this, Kade that, and nothing about me. Fucking typical. I snapped the notebook shut and put it back in its place before continuing to explore her room.
It was full of generic girl shit. Hair curlers, makeup stolen from her mom. She’d piled all her stuffed animals into a corner as if she'd decided she was too old for that now. It was kind of cute how hard she tried to appear older than she was. But it fucking hurt that she did it to impress my twin.
I opened her lingerie drawer next. Most of her underwear had been training bras and boring panties last time I had a chance to look, but not this time.
June's mother, Rachel, must've taken her shopping because the drawer was filled with shit I hadn't seen before. Lace, mostly pink, filled the space. I pulled out a bra. An actual cup-size this time. My little stepsister had grown tits.
I inhaled the scent of her. Sweet, wild strawberries and cream. So fucking tempting.
I kept digging and checking out her stuff. Some of the lingerie was new, not even worn. They didn't even smell like June. I left those. But there was a gray cotton thong that was a newer addition too, and it had June's scent all over it.
I took it back to the bed. My family wouldn't be back until late that night, so I had the day stretching out before me lazily. Smirking, I pulled my cock free of my pants. It was already hard, a pearl of pre-cum glistening on the very tip.
I used June's panties to jerk off. The soft cotton felt pleasant and cool against my dick, and I groaned, coaxing out pleasure from my own body.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I nearly toppled off the bed when I heard the voice.
"Fuck," I muttered, quickly zipping my cock back into my pants and attempting to hide the panties. But it was too late.
My father, Mark, approached the bed and grabbed the panties away from me, looking at me and then at the underwear with plain, undisguised disgust.
"Are you kidding me, Parker?" he hissed at me. "She's your stepsister."
I remained quiet, glaring at him with angry eyes. "What are you doing back home? Thought you'd be away until tonight."
"Forgot about a goddamn meeting," he muttered. "And now I'm glad I came back and caught you in the act."
I groaned and got up, pushing past him to get out of the room, but Dad followed me down the hallway.
"What you're doing is fucking sick. Does June know you're snooping around her room?"
"Don't tell her," I threw back at him over my shoulder. "She doesn't need to know."
"No, she doesn't," he said firmly. "But I'm glad I do. Because now we're going to get rid of this nasty little habit of yours."
I turned around, smirking into my father's serious face. "You think you can do something to stop me? You can't. She belongs to me."
"She's thirteen fucking years old," Dad hissed at me. "And she ain't property."
"You can't stop me," I told him in return. "What are you going to do, old man?"
I approached him, and Dad cringed back. I already towered over him at seventeen, as did Kade. But Dad and my brother had always been close. They shared a bond I didn't have with either of them, and I was perpetually jealous of it.
"I'm not going to let you hurt June," he said resolutely.
"Oh, yeah?" I laughed, not worried in the slightest. "How are you going to do that? You can't do shit, old man. I'm younger than you. Stronger than you. Better than you. And if you try to fucking stop me from getting what I want, I'll make your life a living fucking hell. Who the fuck knows... maybe I'll go after your wifey next? I bet Rachel looks good with nothing but a cock inside her."
"You're sick." Dad was pale, and I got off on the sight of genuine