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  I show him a secret drawer in the pantry that's stocked with every snack imaginable. I hide it from my personal trainer and maids, but the housekeeper has my back. And sometimes, a girl needs a Twinkie at five in the morning. Parker and I settle at the breakfast table, sharing some snacks between us.

  "Is Dove okay?" I ask him.

  "Just hungover." He shrugs. "She's in the blue guest room. Tell her I said hi when she wakes up."

  "You're such a good guy," I mutter, my own guilt tearing me apart. "Thank you for making sure she was okay."

  While I was busy letting your brother eat me out, I add in my head, flushing slightly.

  "How was your night?" Parker asks next. "Run into anyone? Have some fun?"

  I shake my head, and he furrows his brows, making me blush even deeper. "No, nobody."

  "Really? Huh." He shrugs. "I heard from my brother last night. He was actually at the same club."

  "Was he?" I shrug, feigning ignorance. "Never saw him."

  "Weird," Parker mutters. I focus on tearing apart the Twinkie packet while he scrutinizes me with his gaze. "Anyway, unless you need me, I'm gonna get going. Need to check on the twin. I hope he didn't drag some other girl home again."

  "Again?" The word escapes me before I can stop myself, and I look up at my stepbrother from the shredded plastic wrapped in my hands. "He does that a lot?"

  "Like twice per week." Parker laughs. "He's a womanizer. But it's not like we didn't know that already."

  "Right," I whisper, furrowing my brows as Parker gets up. "I'll get a driver to take you home."

  "Thanks." He hesitates before leaning forward and chastely kissing me on the cheek. "You're the best."

  "Don't mention it." I resist the urge to wipe the spot where he kissed me, feeling disgusted with myself. How can I feel so differently about Kade and Parker when they're identical twins? I can't explain it. "Anything else you need?"

  "More of you." Parker grins. "I want to spend more time together."

  I smile, and this time, it's genuine. I miss him too. He was my best friend before our lives went to hell, and I do want him back. I just hope he'll be accepting of my relationship with Kade when the time comes to tell him the truth.

  "I'd love that. Lunch next week?"

  "That'd be great."

  We say our goodbyes, and I wave him off through the windows as the driver takes him back home. Once the car turns the corner, my shoulders sag with inexplicable relief.

  I don't know what's changed between Parker and me, but the friendship, the love we used to share, has morphed into something different—just like it has with Kade.

  But there's no doubt in my mind which one of the twins I want.

  Parker never even stood a chance…

  12

  Kade

  I have her attention now. I see June every day. I even skip work just so I can be with her, taste her.

  She softens when I touch her, loses herself in my mouth, my want for her. It’s driving me fucking insane because she’s so sweet and innocent, but she still wants me so badly.

  I take her to the movies, and I hold her hand when she cries at the sad parts. I buy her popcorn and endure her throwing it at me because her laughter is infectious. I take her to feed the ducks, and I bring a picnic blanket like a total dipshit because it makes her happy. I do all that, and I’d do a thousand other things for her because she’s quickly becoming my everything.

  Parker is stewing in his anger because she’s so busy lately. I don’t tell him shit, and June doesn’t, either. He complains that she must have a boyfriend and tells me how he’ll beat him into a pulp when he sees them together, some weird mix of a protective brother and a jealous fuckboy.

  Bring it on, brother, I think angrily, still mad about his lies. Let’s see which one of us gets the girl this time.

  But most of the time, I manage not to think of Parker. I’m too lost in June to think about my twin.

  We spend so much time together, but our physical interactions are few and far between. She lets me kiss her good night but breaks it off before I can get what I want. She lets me stroke her hair, but when my hand moves downward, she laughs and runs away, waving me off. I live for the horror movies she likes to watch because she lets me hold her when she’s scared, and I’d do anything to feel her soft skin on mine. She wants to take it slow, and it’s killing me. Especially now that I've already tasted her.

  Every night ends with me jacking off, thinking of June and only June. And I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer. I’ve never in my twenty-five years had sex with someone who meant this much to me. I’ve never tried this hard for a girl. I love it, but I need more, more, and more every day.

  The PG-13 stuff is okay, but I’m an R-rated man.

  And today, my darling June is having a bad day. She’s wrapped up in my arms—for once—crying her heart out.

  “I want to tell people,” she sobs. “But what will everyone think?”

  She wants to go public, and my panic grows with every one of her sobs. Plus, there's really nothing to say yet. We haven't slept together yet... And besides, we can’t tell anyone, because I need to deal with Parker first. I need to tell him the plan is off. June is mine. And if I know my brother—and I do, like the back of my hand—I know he will not take it well.

  I can feel the eyes of the patrons in the coffee shop staring at us, so I scoop June up. “Shhh,” I say softly, stroking her hair. “Let’s get you home.”

  She lets me take care of it all, dialing her driver, getting her in the car, covering her up with a blanket on the back seat. I’m about to kiss her goodbye when she pulls me back. “No,” she pleads. “Come with me.”

  Looking at those big, round, and pleading eyes, I know I don’t have a choice. I get in the car and let her snuggle against me as we start driving.

  I guess today is the day I battle my demons.

  Thirty-five minutes later, the car pulls into the driveway I know so well. I fight hard to keep walking straight, to keep my emotions at bay as we stop in front of the beautiful building. It was different the last time we were here—I was half-drunk.

  The driver opens the door for June, and I get out on the other side, taking in my past home. It’s majestic—an enormous dwelling surrounded by trimmed grass and flowers in bloom. The sun is setting behind the house, coloring the sky in vivid watercolors. It’s like a fairy tale here, and as I look at June, I wonder how she stays in this place all by herself. She must be so fucking lonely.

  I take her arm, and we walk in without saying a word. The driver goes to his quarters after I promise to take care of June for the night, and the housekeeper has left some dinner in the oven. I inspect the mac and cheese she made for June.

  Take care of yourself, Miss Wildfox! says her writing in cursive on a note in the kitchen, and I wonder if June has ever had a person who didn’t want to take care of her like she was a little girl. Sure she has, my mind reminds me. Parker just wants to fuck her over.

  I ignore my inner voice and set June down at the counter. The dining room has an enormous table, and I think she’ll feel safer here, close to me.

  It bothers me that I know this kitchen like the back of my hand. I know exactly which drawer to open and exactly which button to press on the coffee machine. The unfairness of having to leave this house behind still hurts like hell.

  I warm up June’s dinner and bring it to her, watching her eat and calm down simultaneously.

  “Why are you staring at me?” she asks with a full mouth.

  I laugh at her and wipe the corner of her mouth with my finger. “Because you’re beautiful,” I answer simply.

  “I’m a mess,” she complains, but I shake my head. She rises from the table and walks over to the window, looking at her reflection. “Kade!” she yells at me, and I topple over, laughing as she discovers half of her dinner around her mouth. She's always been a messy eater. But none of that matters—she has always been perfect to me.

  She m
akes me sit down at the counter and produces a magazine for me to read, insisting that she has to “powder her nose.”

  I obey, only because I’m hoping this means something. Hoping she will let me stay the night for once. I bury my nose in the glossy pages of the magazine, yawning as I flick through page after page of pretty models in expensive outfits. None of them hold a candle to June.

  “Kade?”

  I look up at the sound of June's voice and am instantly rendered speechless. Fuck me.

  She’s wearing a silk robe; her hair is down from the ponytail she wore today, natural, with some light waves—just the way I like it. She’s wearing red lipstick, and while I thought it would make her look like she’s playing with Mommy’s makeup, she looks… so fucking gorgeous. Irresistible. Something about the red lipstick makes my cock jump in expectation. I want to see it smeared all over her face. I want to ruin her makeup tonight.

  “Come here,” I say roughly.

  “You come catch me.” She giggles and disappears down the hallway. I don’t need to be told twice, and I run after her as she giggles with delight. It’s like when we were kids—carefree, running around the house—but it’s a different game today.

  I make sure to be slow enough to catch her in her bedroom upstairs. She plays along, slipping between my fingers until I capture her in the place where she sleeps every night. Her pretty princess pink room I remember from last time is now a woman’s boudoir. Rich silks, buttery wood, scented candles, and a mirrored vanity, which she’s standing in front of now.

  I rush up to her and grab her by her waist. Her eyes find mine, and we stare at one another with quiet intensity. So many words are left unspoken. I take her hips and turn her around, pushing her down until she’s leaning against the vanity. I pull her hair back so she can look at us in the mirror.

  “Kade,” she says hoarsely. “What are you doing?”

  She writhes against me, and my cock gets harder than ever. I pull her back into my embrace, and with the flick of a hand, I open her silk robe. June gasps as her warm skin meets the cold air in the bedroom, and I swallow thickly when I realize she's naked under the silk. I want to fucking touch her. Hurt her. Make it all better again. But I can't yet. I need to get my fill first.

  June’s gasp is the sweetest, most dangerous sound she could make. I stare at her exposed chest, my eyes hungrily taking in her perfect curves. My heart thumps with desire, the fact I’m finally seeing her naked again making me feel dizzy. I’ve had enough. I strip off her robe, and it flutters to the floor. Finally, June is naked in front of me and fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  She's the sexiest woman I've ever held in my hands. Her nipples are barely visible, almost the same color as her ivory pale skin. They're tiny, the buds puckering under my watchful gaze. Her pussy isn't like that, though. No, beneath the line of dark hairs, she is all pink, soft lines and curves I want to fucking devour, just as I did a few weeks ago.

  My mouth waters at the sight of her, and I can tell she's just as turned on as I am.

  "I want to have you," I mutter. "And you're not getting away from me, not this time."

  "I don't want to," she admits breathily. Her nipples are hardening, and I haven’t even touched them yet. She’s moaning, whimpering against me. She arches her back, and her hands shoot up, finding her breasts, pinching her own nipples as she looks me in the eyes. "But if you aren't going to do anything, I'll just have to do it myself..."

  Her chest is rising and falling with each breath as my eyes travel south. She has a beauty mark on her flat stomach. Her hands flutter to the place between her legs.

  “Move your fucking hands,” I order her, and she obeys, trembling under my watchful eyes. "Move them right fucking now. I want to look at you."

  Her pussy is waxed bare save for a line of soft dark hairs leading my eyes down. She moans softly when she sees she’s turned me on, and I have to fight back the urge to bend her over the vanity again and just take her, rough and hard, right there. But no. I need to bide my time. I need to make her feel comfortable before I take what I want. I move closer, but she scrambles back, bumping into her nightstand as she giggles softly.

  “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 corn
er 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."