by Love, Maya
Great, she was getting a fucking guilt trip.
Just my luck.
I swear to god I was always getting the crazy ones.
“How would they find out? I’m not going to tell them. Are you going to tell them, Elizabeth?”
“No.” But she sounds unsure.
“You better not.” I demand. “Or I’ll be pretty pissed off. We didn’t do anything wrong… all we did was give into what we had wanted for so long. It’s not our fault we couldn’t hold it in anymore.”
There’s silence from the other side of the phone.
“Did you hang up on me?” I practically yell into the phone.
“No,” her voice is small, like she’s scared to say whatever’s on her mind. “I’m not going to tell anyone… I just want to make sure we’re doing the right thing.”
I roll my eyes. Why did all the hot ones have to be all into doing what’s right all the fucking time. “We are.” I reassure her. “So will I see you at your uncle’s cookout tomorrow?”
“You’re coming to that?” She squeaks.
“Of course I’m coming to it. Did you think that Jess was coming down just for the cookout? No, she’s coming to the cookout and to show me off to your perfect little family. The sexy, smart lawyer who already runs a law firm at such a young age. I’m sure to be a hit.”
Elizabeth sighs. “I’ll be there. I just… how am I supposed to act around you?”
“What the fuck do you mean how are you supposed to act? You’re supposed to act like I’m your cousins boyfriend, Elizabeth.”
I can hear someone calling out to her in the background, telling her to hurry up and get off the phone. It sounded like her dad. How fucking annoying, didn’t he know we were in the middle of something important?
“I’ll be right there,” Elizabeth calls out like the perfect daughter she is.
“What are you wearing?”
“What?” She sounds confused, like she cant phathum why I would possibly want to know something like that.
“What are you wearing, Lizzie?” I repeat, this time using her childhood nickname that I’ve heard her dad and uncles using before at Jess’s family functions.
“A new sundress that I brought before I came. It’s white with red flowers.”
“Oh, a little sundress, huh Lizzie? Is it low cut?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Yeah? I bet your big natural boobs are busting out of it, Lizzie.”
There’s more yelling in the background. They sounded like they were getting really impatient now.
I smirk. “If only people knew how big the nipples were hiding under there.”
“Ethan!” She whispers into the phone. “I have to go.”
“No!” I tell her forcefully. “Not until you say it.”
“Say what?”
“That those big fluffy tits belong to me, Lizzie.”
Another silence from the other end.
“Say it.” I press the receiver harder into my ear, growing impatient for her response. “Say it for me, Lizzie.”
“My big fluffy tits belong to you.”
“Good girl,” I say, grinning and trying to ignore the hard on that’s forming in my pants. “See you tomorrow, Lizzie.” I hit the end button and hang up on her.
It would be fun messing with her all day tomorrow at the cookout, but right now I had other things to handle around here. Like how I was going to keep Jess away from my house tomorrow so I could seduce my hot little stepsister.
Where had sexy little Lacey ran off to anyway? It was time for me to go and look for her. After all, hide and seek had been my favorite game growing up. I had always won at it, like most of the other things in my life.
And Lacey was one victory I couldn’t wait to celebrate.
Chapter 11
LACEY
This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening. That was the only thought I could seem to form in my mind. The only combination of words that seemed to make any sense to me.
I couldn’t have slept with Nathan.
No way in hell.
I fucking hated Nathan.
I had been sure that I was hooking up with Ethan. He was the only person I wanted to hook up with in the entire world. Especially if the choices were between him and Nathan.
But Ethan was in the kitchen, just getting in from the airport. And unless there was a third twin I wasn’t aware of that would mean that Austin was the one on the sofa right now, recovering from our day of sex and our night of hanging out.
I was going to fucking kill him.
No, I was going to make him suffer first and then I was going to kill him.
It was no secret that I wasn’t a fan of Nathan, and as far as I knew he wasn’t a fan of me either. So why the hell would he have done something like this? What kind of person pretends to be their twin brother just so they can have sex with a girl? It was disguising and sick. He clearly needed some kind of help from a mental professional.
What about my feelings? I felt violated! I had given him a personal part of me, a part of me that I didn’t give to that many men. And it had been under false pretenses! What kind of person tricks someone into sleeping with them? An awful kind of person, that’s who.
And poor Ethan. I can’t imagine how he was gong to feel once he found out what Austin had done to him. He had pretended to be him to get to me. It occurs to me that he had probably done this to other girls, too. Poor Ethan, he had no idea.
It just went to show you how different the two of them were. Ethan would have never done anything like that to Nathan. Not in a million years, he loved his twin brother, thought the world of him.
The whole situation makes my stomach turn.
I walk out of my room, being sure to tiptoe so that Ethan doesn’t hear me. I had no idea where he was in the house and the last thing I wanted was for him to hear me bitching out his stepbrother about pretending to be him so that he could get me into bed.
Nathan is still sound a sleep on the sofa without a care in the world. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, like he’s actually a good person and not a complete piece of shit.
For the first time since I found out what he did I have an awful thought. What would Ethan do when he found out about the two of us? Yeah, he would be pissed and disgusted by Nathan like I was but what if he felt weirder about it than that? I mean it was Nathan’s fault that things had gone down the way they had but was that really the point? Regardless of how it had happened, it had happened. And maybe that was the only thing Ethan would be stuck on. I didn’t know many guys who would still want a girl that their brother had slept with. Had Nathan tricking me into sleeping with him ruined any chance I had with Ethan for good?
The thought makes the anger that’s inside of me intensify.
I look at Nathan’s peaceful face again. He looks smug to me now, even in his sleep. I grad a bottle of water that’s sitting on the table next to us from the night before and yank the top off of the top of it. I pour the entire thing out onto Nathan’s lap.
He jumps up out of a dead sleep, shock and confusion on his face. “What the fuck?” He asks, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. He’s up from the sofa now, wiping the water off his chest with a pissed off expression on his face.
“No, I think I should be the one asking you what the fuck!”
He meets my eyes and the look of annoyance is gone, replaced with understanding. He knew I knew what he had done. He looks away uncomfortably.
“Oh,” I snicker. “Now you want to try and play coy? Where was that same respect when you were doing what you did! You make me sick!”
He turns his gaze back toward me again. “Look, Lacey, I didn’t-“ A crash from the other side of the house cuts him off and he gazes over my shoulder. “Is someone… is someone else here?”
I yank my head around, worried that Ethan will come busting out of the kitchen at any moment and catch us in the middle of a heated argument about the hot sex we had had yeste
rday.
“Not here,” I hiss. “My room, now.”
Chapter 12
AUSTIN
Yesterday the thought of being alone in Lacey’s room with her would have turned me on, but today it just scared me. How had she found out? She wasn’t supposed to find out.
Me and Ethan had done this tons of times before.
None of the other girls ever found out.
We pretended to be one another, hooked up with the girl, ended it with the girl, and that was it. No one ever found out, we never looked bad. It never blew up in either of our faces.
Until today.
And it was the worst possible girl it could have gone wrong with.
My fucking stepsister.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Lacey’s standing in front of me in her room now, arms crossed across her chest, a look in her eyes that makes it clear she wants to reach out and choke the fuck out of me without having to hear a single word I have to say.
She was so sexy when she was mad.
“How did you find out?” It’s the wrong thing to ask her, I know it the second the words are out of my mouth but I can’t help it. It’s the thing that’s been replaying over and over again in my mind since she threw a thing of water on me a few minutes earlier.
“That’s all you have to say for yourself!” She looks even more disgusted then she did a few moments earlier, if that was possible. But she answers me anyway. “Ethan is here! The REAL Ethan!”
Oh.
Out of all the ways I had come up with as to how she found out, Ethan being here was the last one I would have thought actually happened. It was kind of weird he hadn’t come to wake me up himself and give me a pat on the back or watch me get bitched out. I was actually surprised he hadn’t covered for me, pretending to be me or something.
“What did he think of it?” I ask her half-heartedly. This was suddenly all very boring to me. I mean, sure, I felt a little bad about the fact that I hadn’t been totally honest with her but we had done it tons of times before. She shouldn’t feel that special.
“He didn’t think anything of it because I didn’t tell him! And you aren’t going to either!”
She’s looking at me intently now, like she can’t believe I would even ask her such a thing. And then I see it. There’s not just anger in her eyes anymore, there’s fear, too. For a second I think it might have to do with our parents finding out but it’s deeper than that. She’s scared I’m going to tell Ethan. Scared that if he finds out he wont ever want anything to do with her in the way that she wants.
I have to stop myself from laughing out loud.
She had no idea. Ethan would care less if he knew that I had fucked Lacey. He had been with multiple girls that I had been with over the years. That kind of thing didn’t matter to either of us.
It might if I found the right girl but that had never been the case.
I shrug. “Why can’t I tell him?”
“Because it’s embarrassing! For the both of us!”
“Not really,” I pause and look at her with indifference, like I have no idea why she wouldn’t want Ethan to find out about the two of us. “It’s just embarrassing for me if anyone. It’s not like you did anything wrong. In fact… I feel so bad about it that I think I better go tell Ethan about it right now.” I make a quick dash for the door.
“No!” Lacey practically tackles me to the ground before I have a chance to move even an inch. “No! Don’t! Please!”
I fake surprise. “What? Why not?”
“You can’t tell him! You can’t tell anyone!”
“But why not? I feel really bad about it. I need to clear my conscience.” It’s taking everything inside of me to not burst out laughing. Clearing my conscience was a laughable idea, especially to someone like Ethan. The shit he did was way worse than anything I had ever done.
Fear comes across Lacey’s face again. “You can’t tell anyone, you just can’t! Please? Promise me you won’t?”
I shrug. “What’s in it for me if I you don’t?”
Her mouth hangs open before me, shock written across her thick lips. “What’s in it for you? Everyone doesn’t find out what a complete tool you are!”
I shrug. “Everybody already thinks I’m a tool, doesn’t bother me much.”
“Seriously?” she asks. “Haven’t you done enough?”
A part of me feels bad for a second but it fades fast as soon as I think about the way I was making her moan last night. Something about her sparked something inside of me. Something that hadn’t been awoken in a really long time, and something that I didn’t want to put to bed again anytime soon. I needed to be around her, I needed to be close to her.
My sweet little stepsister.
“Not as much as I could do.”
I hate the way she looks at me then. Like she can’t believe what an awful human being I am. “What do you want?” she finally asks softly.
“Not much. Just for you to play a little game with me while we’re home this week.”
Her eyes grow wide. “What kind of game?”
“The kind of game that involves doing whatever I tell you to.”
“YOU MEAN LIKE SEX?”
I roll my eyes, so dramatic. “Not if you don’t want to. I mean other things. A certain number of rules… wearing what I say, doing what I say, that kind of thing. Just for the week. Then after it’s over, you go back to your life and I go back to mine. And Ethan? He never finds out anything about any of it.”
Her face is all flushed and red, her mouth partly agape.
“It’s only a week, Lacey. Think about it.”
Then I turn around and leave my sexy little stepsister alone in her room to think about my offer.
Chapter 13
ETHAN
Jessica bounces up and down on my dick in the backseat of my car. She’s running her hands up and down her body while she moans and fucks me slowly.
“Oh, Ethan, baby. I missed my baby’s good dick.”
She looked good when she fucked me slowly like this. It was definitely a turn on but lately it was all she had wanted to do. Make love and not fuck. It was getting boring as fuck. I didn’t want to be all touchy and emotional during sex all the time the way she did.
“Oh, yeah, baby.” She rocks back and forth even slower, smiling down at me with love in her eyes. “I could fuck you for hours.”
I bust all over inside of her fat pussy and she climbs off, moaning. “That was so great, baby, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” I lean over and kiss her on the lips softly. “We better get back to the party before anyone notices that we’re missing. “
I put my cock back into my pants and climb out before she has a chance to try and keep me there any longer. She was annoying the fuck out of me all morning. We were at her family cookout and I had only seen Elizabeth one time from afar. As soon as I caught her eyes on me I had kissed Jessica nice and hard on the lips just to piss Elizabeth off. But that was it. I hadn’t seen her since and it was really starting to piss me off.
It was bad enough that Lacey had been avoiding me since I had seen her in the kitchen the day before but now Elizabeth wasn’t playing along with what I wanted either. Both of the girls I was seducing playing hard to get was not something I was that fond of.
As we walk back toward Jessica’s uncles house I shiver. Who the fuck had a cookout at this time of year, anyway? It was ridiculous. Jess was lucky she was hot and just the type of trophy girl I needed on my arm or I would have been done with this bullshit.
I finally spot Elizabeth when we get back to the house. She’s in the corner talking to some guy I have never seen before. What the hell? Who the fuck was this guy?
He moves away from her and she lifts her head back, laughing loudly at something he said. Now that I’m closer to her I can see she’s wearing a little sundress again today. This one is orange with little sunflowers on it. It hangs low on her huge tits and shows off her thick ass. What a fucking
little slut she was.
I was sick of her games.
It was time to show her who was boss.
I take my phone out and shoot her a text. “Meet me in the kitchen, now.”
When I see her check her phone a second later I feel a thrill shoot through my body. I turn to Jess. “Work is blowing up my phone about this case. I need somewhere with some privacy to go and call them back.”
Jessica sticks out her bottom lip, the way a child would who isn’t getting her own way. “You said no work today.”
“I know, babe, but you know how dependent that place is on me. I’ll try to keep it short.” I kiss her on the head and take off toward the kitchen before she has a chance to protest anymore.
I needed to get away from her.
Elizabeth walks into the kitchen a few minutes later, a smile on her face. I grab her by the wrist and pull her into the pantry that lines the wall on the other side of the kitchen. I shut the door behind us.
“Who the fuck was that?” I demand.
She frowns. “Who was who?”
I look at her huge titties busting out of her dress and feel my cock start to throb in my pants. God, she was such a good little girl, it made me so hot. Being around her, knowing that I could get such a good girl to do such nasty things.
“That guy you were just talking to!” I snap. “You were all over him.”
“Edgar? He’s our family attorney. He’s like 45.”
“Yeah, well, you clearly want him. So why don’t you go fuck him? Forget about me, you clearly don’t give a fuck about me.”
Elizabeth shakes her head back and forth. “It’s not like that, I swear. Ethan, why are you being this way? You’ve got it all wrong, I swear to you.”
I let my eyes drift down to how good she looks in her little dress.
“Yeah?” I take a step toward her and push her hair behind her ear. “Do I have it all wrong, Lizzie? Are you all mine?”
She doesn’t answer me, looking unsure.
Pleasure shot through me. I loved making her admit what a bad girl she was deep down inside. “Are you my good little girl, Lizzie?”
