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It’s a ploy.

It might be. Don’t know that for a fact, but I’m familiar with enough already.

The screwed up part is that I like how she’s looking at me. I’m possessed with the notion that she’s letting her true self come out, and I want to play.

However, half of me doesn’t want to be taunted by the memory of her.

I don’t want to compare her.

I have more memories of shit with my sister that already taunts me.

Stormi isn’t going to be one of them.

She’ll just be another objective that I obliterated so she can’t hurt my family anymore.

Is it a crying shame—not sure about the crying part, but the waste of the woman would be. Too damn bad she got caught up with the wrong people.

And the wrong man.

“Stand up,” I tell Jane, sucking in one more inhale of my hash before tossing it to the hardwood floor.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she bites her lower lip again, waiting for my lead. I haul my shirt over my head while Jane lets her eyes run down the length of my chest.

“Wanna try something new?”

Her brown eyes dart back up to me. “Yes.” She says it so quickly that a small chuckle escapes my lips.

Fucking perfect.

I steal a quick glance over her shoulder at Stormi watching us, pulling her good knee up to her chest as she scoots her ass along the brown carpet of the room.

Don’t be timid and shy now, sweetheart.

Making quick work of Jane’s dress, I peel her tits from her bra but keep it on. “Lay down.” She begins to make her way to the floor, but I hold her dress up. “And keep this over your eyes.”

Another sweet smile, and she does what I say. It’s easy, she’s simple, and for this experiment, it’s foolproof.

Peeling off my jeans and boxers at the same time, I keep my eyes glued on my little faker, letting the head that has been doing all the talking about Stormi spring free.

Stormi quickly averts her eyes, which doesn’t stop me from pumping my cock at her, now, bashfulness.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I say out loud, keeping Stormi within my scope. “And this is going to end more quickly than I’d like. But we both know why.”

“I’m ready,” Jane sighs dreamily through my conversation. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for the past three, ” I reply for Stormi.

It’s not a lie. This blonde hits my last thought before drifting off to sleep for a few hours.

Two more rough caresses of my length and I kneel down between Jane’s thighs.

“I wonder how tight it would be,” I convey, not giving a shit if I confuse Jane or not. “How wet you’d be.”

“Touch me,” Jane mutters. “You’ll see just how soaked I am for you.”

Shut up.

Being an asshole, I shove some of the fabric of Jane’s dress into her mouth.

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