and he’s just nowhere in sight. So I finally head to the garage, thinking he might be admiring his new car, as he so often does.
But when I come to the polished white doors, I hear laughter from the inside. And it belongs to a woman. I grit my teeth because I hate seeing the girls Parker likes to hang out with. They’re always jealous of me—which I find pretty much ridiculous since he’s my stepbrother. Though if we were talking about his twin...
I blush violently and realize I shouldn’t intrude, but nonetheless find myself pressed to the wall, peeking into the garage.
And it’s not Parker in there with a pretty brunette.
It’s his brother, the very object of my fantasies.
I gasp ever so quietly and lower my eyes. I shouldn't look. But I can try all I want; my eyes keep going to the scenario unfolding only a few feet away from me.
I’m in a storage room that leads to the garage. And they’re in there, with Kade’s car parked in Mom’s usual space as though he owns the place. I grit my teeth. He thinks he’s all that.
Ever since Mom told us off for kissing, Kade has been pulling back more and more. Our talks when we couldn't sleep at night are a thing of the past. Kade barely spends any time with me anymore, probably always feeling Mom's watchful gaze on us. No, these days, he's either at college or using any excuse to get out of the house. Like he's so freaking desperate not to be around me, he'd do anything to be away.
I want to march out right away and give him a piece of my mind. I don't know what exactly I want to tell him, but I do know I don’t have the guts to do it, anyway. Instead, I just stare at them.
She’s on the hood of his car, and his hands are all over her. She’s moaning, giggling, saying his name repeatedly. I don't know whether she's fighting him off or pulling him closer, and the thought, the dichotomy of those two acts, excites me.
The girl is wearing a scandalously short skirt, but he slides it over her legs until it lands in a heap at their feet. My heartbeat quickens.
He reaches for her hair, pulling out the elastic that is holding her brown locks in place, and her silky waves tumble down her back as he undoes her ponytail. Her shirt is next, and he unbuttons it so slowly I moan right along with the girl, eager to see more, feel more, pretend she’s me and those moans are ripping themselves from my lips.
My hand finds its way between my legs, and I push away the fabric of my summer dress, pushing my fingers against the panties I’m wearing as I keep watching. I’ve never done this before, never pleasured myself. I always thought it was wrong somehow… But now... I can’t seem to resist.
He’s finally done with her shirt, and it ends up with the skirt on the floor. He unclasps her bra, and her breasts spring free, full, and so unlike my underdeveloped pair.
“Kade,” she whispers just loud enough for me to hear, and I push my panties aside, gasping as I enter my own body. This is so wrong, but it’s so fucking hot.
She puts her legs around his torso, and I can see him fumbling with his zipper, but try as I might, I don’t see anything other than his hands guiding himself into the girl. She curses out loud and I lick my lips expectantly, all the while imagining that’s me on the hood of the car. My stepbrother is moving inside her now, clutching her with both hands as she writhes and moans, and my fingers are strumming my clit even harder. I’m just about to come, but I can’t, not without seeing his face when he does.
Kade fucks the girl, and I fuck myself, and I can see from his expression he’ll be there soon.
“Fuck,” he moans against her chest. “Fuck, Junebug.”
The world comes to a standstill. Did I just hear that right? My finger comes out of my pussy, my first orgasm forgotten before it even happened. Instead, I just stare and stare at them. The girl just came, I’m pretty sure, but something seems wrong. Between her moans, she’s glaring at Kade.
“Junebug?” she asks furiously. “As in, your little stepsister, June?”
Kade is quiet. The girl pushes him off, and I’m sure he