While I sit June's drunken friend down on the curb, I spot a pretty blonde having a smoke outside. I approach them, asking for a light and smirking at the girl. She seems interested enough, and her eyes glow when I pull out a fifty and ask, "Want to have some fun?"
I feed her some bullshit about pulling a prank on my twin, and the girl, Lexi, goes along with it. I give her the money and tell her to find my brother in there and turn on the fucking charm. She's more than eager, and I grin to myself, pleased with how well my plan is working out. All the pieces of my plan are aligning, and there's nothing else for me to do but enjoy my night out.
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.