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  I’m impressed when she eagerly swallows it all back, not like some of the other girls in this school, even continuing to suck me afterwards, milking my softening cock for every last little drop, until the sensation finally becomes too much and I have to pull myself free.

  And it’s only afterwards, in that shuddering pulsating silence as I’m zipping myself up again, that I get the strangest feeling; as if somehow Kelly and I aren’t the only two people in this room ...

  “Stacey? Is everything okay, dear? You’ve been quiet all through dinner and you look a little pale. Are you feeling alright? Or do you need me to call Doctor Frazier?”

  I look up in panic from my uneaten meal, my eyes widening and my face flushing as I realize that not only is my mom looking at me, but so are Alexander and Colt.

  “Mom? I’m fine,” I snap back, trying to give her a look that says: Please just leave me alone right now.

  It’s still only a couple hours since my close encounter in the closet, and my head is still in a total freaking whirl.

  At least I didn’t get caught. I have to keep saying that to myself. It could have been soooo much worse. But I just stood there, motionless as the rest of the clothes in his closet, listening as Colt made Kelly beg for him, then told her to get out, just as soon as he’d taken what he wanted from her. Asshole. He’s even worse than I thought. I could hear the hurt in her voice as she left; she sounded like she was trying not to cry. And then I heard the creak of bedsprings, as he lay back on his bed, no doubt for one of his regular ‘afternoon naps’, the ones he always seems to take before dinner.

  I waited there with my heart hammering until I finally heard the soft sound of snoring. And only then, once I was absolutely positive that he was asleep, did I slip the closet door open and pad back out of his room to the safety of the hall ...

  I venture a quick glance across the dinner table towards him, and sure enough, his piercing blue eyes are staring right back at me, one eyebrow raised in that annoying quizzical smirk of his, the tiniest hint of a smile playing on his full lips, as if he can see directly into my brain; as if he knows exactly the total spin I’m in right now, all because of what I heard him do ...

  “Well, I had a fantastic day,” he announces to the table, breaking the totally awkward silence of the last few seconds. “Got a new personal best in the four hundred meters ...”

  “Oh that’s great, dear,” Mom smiles at him, as always treating him as if he’s some total saint, the perfect son she’s never had until now.

  But now I know for sure that he’s not.

  Not after the way he treated Kelly.

  Now I know for sure that he’s every bit the cruel, arrogant asshole I suspected. Not that I can tell Mom and Alexander. I mean, it’s not as if I can just announce what I’ve found out to the table, is it?

  In frustration, all I can do right now is bite my lip, and push my untouched food around my plate with my fork.

  “Yeah,” Colt continues, all the while never taking his eyes off me as he speaks, “then my friend Kelly came round to help me with a science project I’ve been working on. It was pretty hard but she’s a real whizz.”

  “Kelly, your new study buddy, huh?” Alexander cuts in.

  “Yeah, she is, Dad,” Colt replies with a smug, butter-wouldn’t-melt smile.

  “Funny how all your study buddies are all girls, isn’t it?” Alexander continues, with mock suspicion. But it’s obvious that he’s proud of what a stud his son is.

  “Ah, I don’t know, Dad,” Colt replies with a smug smile of his own, his eyes still burning so deep into me. “It’s just coincidence ... Besides. Girls are more motivated than guys, I find. The things some of them will do ...”

  And with that last little line of his, well, of a sudden I just can’t take it anymore: the whole scene, the three of them talking away, playing happy families, like everything is just sweet as pie. I drop my fork onto my plate, then push myself to my feet, the scrape of my chair screeching loudly around the large dining room of this house I still don’t really consider my home.

  And now it isn’t just Colt that’s looking at me. I feel three pairs of confused eyes boring into me as I stand there awkwardly for a moment, before announcing in a shaky voice, “I think you’re right, Mom, I’m not feeling too good. I think I’m gonna go take a nap ...”

  Then I quickly turn and race from the table, not caring if I’m being rude. An as I rush from the room, I can hear my mom back at the table nervously trying to cover for me, suggesting not so subtly that perhaps it’s ‘the time of the month’ that’s causing me to act out this way, but by now I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I just need to be out of there ...

  I run up the huge curling central staircase and down the corridor on the left, the one that leads towards my bedroom. And then finally, I step inside, slamming the door behind me, glad to finally be on my own.

  I flop down onto the bed, pulling a pillow over my face, not knowing whether to scream or cry or what ...

  I just can’t seem to get what happened out of my head, no matter how hard I try. I mean, I couldn’t see anything from my hiding place in the closet. But even so, I’ve got this picture of them burnt into my brain: Kelly and Colt, him with his thing in her mouth, and her touching herself ...

  I can feel it again, this weird electricity building in my tummy. I can feel my nipples growing hard and my breath becoming shallow and the insistent throbbing ache between my legs, as if my body is begging me to touch myself there.

  I try my hardest to fight off the feelings.

  I am not going to touch myself thinking about something so gross as that.

  But even as I’m thinking this, my hand is disobeying me, slipping softly over my stomach and then unbuttoning my jeans, button by tantalizing button, before finally slipping beneath the waistband of my panties.

  I still have the pillow over my face, so when I gasp it’s muffled.

  And when my fingers finally reach my pussy, I’m so damn wet that it kinda takes me by surprise.

  I let my fingers circle my clit which is swollen and throbbing hard, and finally I let my mind flood with all the dirty, filthy images I’ve been holding back until this moment.

  I think about Colt: about his gorgeous muscular body, about his piercing blue eyes, about his cock – the cock that was big and thick and hard enough to make Kelly Rogers gasp when she saw it and beg him to let her touch it.

  I imagine what it would be like to suck on it.

  I’ve never sucked a dick before – hell, I’ve never even touched one – but here I am with my hand buried deep in my soaking wet panties, working my throbbing clit as I imagine sucking on Colt’s thick hot cock, then feeling his come flood my mouth ...

  With a final muffled whimper I come, my whole body shuddering with the sheer intensity of my orgasm, my face pressed deep into the pillow, my mind flashing totally white for a moment before I return to my senses again.

  But as soon as I’m finished, all I feel is shame. I feel icky and angry at myself for letting such an arrogant asshole like Colt Grayson work his way inside my head like that. And I promise myself that I will never think about him whenever I do that again.

  But just then my thoughts are interrupted by what sounds just like a cough – a cough coming from the doorway.

  No way ... It can’t be ...

  In a flash of panic, I pull my hand from my panties, whipping the pillow from my face at the same time, and sitting up in bed.

  And what I see, I can’t quite believe.

  It’s him.

  It’s Colt, standing there in the doorway to my fucking bedroom, his piercing blue eyes boring into me, that infuriating smirk on his lips telling me that he just saw absolutely everything.

  I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t get the words out.

  And even if I could, what is there to say?

  “Now we’re even,” he growls, before turning and slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone, broken and shatter
ed, on the bed.

  “So? How was it? Did you get to see her tits or what?”

  I shoot an annoyed look across at Greg, my widening eyes trying to tell him to shut the fuck up before Mrs Callaghan hears him and punishes us both. But just like always, he blunders on oblivious.

  “God, what I’d give to spend an hour alone with Kelly Rog-”

  Just then, I hear the sound I’ve been dreading: the sharp nasal tone of Mrs Callaghan’s voice.

  “One more word from you Greg Addams, or from you Colt Grayson, and you’ll be outside the principle’s office so fast your feet won’t touch the ground ...”

  “Sorry, Mrs Callaghan,” I say, trying to give her one of my winning smiles. But her continued stare tells me she’s either too old or too short-sighted to fall for its charms. I drop it. No point wasting that shit on an old hag like Callaghan.

  As she turns back to the blackboard and starts writing something, I turn my face down to my book, to show Greg that I am in no mood for any more of his questions – at least until the end of first period. Damn it, I need to study.

  I mean, sure. With my dad’s connections, I could probably get into any school in the country I want without even trying. But any rich kid can do that, and I want to be more than just any rich kid. I want to be special. I want to do things my way, on my own merit. That’s exactly why I’m in this public high school in the first place. I could be in the fanciest prep school in the world right now, but instead I convinced my dad to send me here; to the regular, local school. I told him that if I was gonna succeed in the world, then I needed to meet ‘all kinds of people,’ not just the upper classes. Rich or poor, I want to know how people operate, and how I can get them to do what I want. Oh, and the other reason? None of the preps school brochures we looked at were co-ed and here I’ve got my pick of the cheerleaders ...

  I stare down hard at my notes, but right now I just can’t concentrate, the words swimming in unintelligible squiggles around the page as my mind flashes back to her.

  Kelly Rogers might well be the hottest prize in school. She’s a cheerleader. She’s got long legs and pneumatic tits, and yesterday I finally got my hands on them. So then, why is it, whenever I think back about yesterday afternoon, it’s Stacey that I can’t get out of my damn head?

  I just knew somehow that she was there in that closet, while I was with Kelly, listening to us. And after I kicked Kelly out of my room, I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes and pretended to snooze – forcing my breathing to slow down, just the way it would if I was actually asleep. And sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed. Through one half-closed eye, I saw her: my bratty little stepsister Stacey, slipping out of the closet and padding across my room on tiptoes, thinking she’d totally got away with it.

  But there on my bed, I felt something I wasn’t at all prepared for: the sharp, almost painful rush of blood to my cock, way more powerful and intense than it’d been with Kelly just a few minutes previous, as I realized all over again that Stacey had heard us.

  I have to admit: it turned me on.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  And later on, when she got up from the table to excuse herself? Well, let’s just call it a hunch, but I wasn’t at all surprised when I went up to her room and found her there on her bed, masturbating over me.

  But now I can’t get the image out of my head. Her toned body, her back arched, her small breasts pressed tight against her shirt with their rock-hard nipples, the way her hand was moving in her panties, as she whimpered into the pillow, right on the brink of orgasm.

  Damn, just thinking about it is giving me another hard-on. But I know I need to get her out of my head.

  It’s fucking wrong. I mean, she’s my freaking stepsister, isn’t she? She’s out of bounds. Maybe I can’t have everything.

  And anyway, on top of all that, I need to stay focused on my studies. I’ve been accepted into some of the world’s best colleges, and as long as I make my grades I can chose wherever I want to go in the whole world. My dad is a big-shot businessman, well, by the standard’s of this town, anyway. My teachers might never say it to my face, but I can see what they’re all thinking; that I’m a bratty kid who already owns a better car than their’s, that I probably pay somebody to do my homework, and that I’m going to inherit my dad’s business, while they’ll still be driving the same crappy car when they’re teaching my son.

  My friends, however? They tell it to me straight. They wanna know why the hell I’m studying at all, when Grayson Finance is right there waiting for me. But what they don’t know, what nobody knows, is that soon, even sooner than they think, I’m gonna leave this town far behind me.

  I’m gonna be a millionaire. A multi-millionaire. Hell, I’m not gonna stop until I’m a billionaire.

  And on top of all that, I have a feeling that if I don’t get out of here, and fast – if I end up sticking around in this place, letting myself get distracted by my own damn stepsister for Christsakes– then things can only end badly ...

  Oh God. I feel totally sick with embarrassment at what happened last night. And even worse, it’s like there’s absolutely nowhere I can escape to. I mean, everywhere I seem to look, there’s some memory of Colt. If I pretend to be sick and try to convince my mom to stay home from school, I’ll still be here in this damn house – reminded of him, of the way those piercing blue eyes bore into me, of the way his stupid smug mouth curled into a grin as he watched me get myself off. And if I go to high school, well he’s there too, strutting around like he owns the damn place.

  At least we’ll be graduating this year, I remind myself.

  Even right now, in the locker room before gym class, I’m reminded of him. Because Kelly Rogers is in my gym class, too, smiling so sweetly like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, even though I know her mouth has had something far dirtier in it ... But the weirdest thing of all? When I look at her, I can’t help it: I feel envious.

  I know, I know.

  It’s totally fucking sick of me to wish that it’d been me with Colt in his room that afternoon.

  But I just can’t help it.

  It’s like he’s infected my freaking brain.

  I shoot an envious glance over at Kelly: at her curvy body, her big tits, her toned tanned thighs. Of course Colt would go for someone like her. She looks like a real woman. But me? I’m still just like a scrawny little kid with tangled brown hair, skinny legs, and such small bumps on my chest you could hardly even call them breasts – more like bee stings.

  I turn away to face the wall of the locker room as I pull up my gym socks, mainly to hide the blush that’s rushing to my cheeks as I think all over again about the dirty way Colt talked to Kelly.

  Those things he said ...

  Those things he told her to do ...

  I can feel my panties getting wet all over again, and I fucking hate him for it.

  §

  Despite how much I’m dreading it, family dinner isn’t quite as weird as I was expecting to be. I mean, it’s the first time I’ve seen Colt since you-know-what, and so I can’t fight the giant blush that rises to my cheeks as soon as I set eyes on him, but to my surprise, he’s actually acting really normal with me – none of his usual arrogant attitude. He’s even kind of, well ... nice.

  “Stacey, would you mind passing the potatoes?” he asks, in a totally normal tone, and when I do, my hand shaking only a little bit, he just smiles and says, “Thank you,” almost as if the crazy events of yesterday were just all in my imagination.

  Maybe I did imagine it.

  Christ, I hope so ...

  And instead of the dinner from hell that I was dreading, it actually turns out kind of okay. Maybe this is what it’s supposed to be like – what I was imagining it might be like when my mom first told me about her engagement; you know, normal family life. But then, just as we’re all finishing up desert, Colt taps on the side of his water glass with the end of his spoon and everyone turns to look at him in surprise.

&
nbsp; “I’ve got an announcement to make,” he says in an oddly serious tone, looking at each of us around the table in turn. “I’ve made a decision about where I want to live and study after I finish high school ...”

  I shoot a glance at Mom and Alexander, wondering if they already know something about this, but from the puzzled looks on both their faces, I’m guessing its as much of a surprise for them as it is for me.

  “I’ve decided,” he continues, slowly and deliberately, “that this summer I’m going to enroll on the European Summer Study program, and after that I’ll be applying to British universities in the Fall.”

  The words hit me like a bomb.

  Europe. British Universities. The other side of the fucking world ...

  It’s everything I can do just to keep it together – to not let my face show that this news has hit me harder than I ever thought it would.

  I mean, it’s totally crazy to feel this way. I know that more than anyone. If you’d asked me how I’d react, I would have said I’d be jumping for joy about the idea of Colt Grayson moving to a whole other Continent. But now it’s actually happened? Now he’s announced it, right here at this dinner table?

  Well, I guess I don’t quite know how to feel.

  I have to admit it to myself; crazy as it is, I’ve developed feelings for him – for this arrogant asshole who’s just smashed my heart into a thousand tiny pieces without even knowing.

  “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Mom says, smiling out from my computer screen, waving happily. I watch her as she leans in and turns the laptop, so that the webcam can include Alexander in the shot, too. They’ve even got some balloons and streamers in the background like they’re having a party for a daughter who actually loves them enough to come home, and I feel bad all over again that I didn’t make the trip to spend my twenty-fifth with them, the way Mom had asked me to, so many times.