Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“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 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.