Page 23 of My Favorite Girl

I don’t know what possesses me to say such a thing or why I say it with such a sweet tone. Sometimes I flirt with Dan, taunting him that I’m his little sister, and it’s weird. I don’t understand any of it or why I like it.

Dan’s gaze narrows on me and his jaw tics. A moment later, he laughs beneath his breath. “Such a good little girl in public, aren’t you. You better hope no one sees in you what I’m starting to.”

My muscles clench, the feelings in my chest battling it out between arousal and fear of being publicly disgraced over my feelings for Dan. “What are you starting to see?”

“A repressed virgin who doesn’t like the taste of vanilla. You have kinks I haven’t figured out yet, but I think I’m close, little sis.”

Heat bursts through me, every inch of my skin hot with embarrassment, yet my pulse is throbbing between my legs. This conversation feels dangerous. Dan can be so gentle with me at times and then I get this opposite side of him that’s blunt and inappropriate, and all I want is to see more.

“Whatever you’re implying, you’re wrong,” I tell him.

“Maybe, but I don’t think so. You’re always the role model daughter. Your mother’s precious girl. That’s what you’ve been your entire life. It’s the role you’re playing now with Forever Families. It makes you feel liked and accepted by people. But I think you get off on doing the wrong thing.”

“And what’s the wrong thing?”

“It’s what you and I have been doing since the first moment we met. You like dressing pretty for your stepbrother. Sneaking into my bed. Grinding against my cock. I wonder what else you’d like doing with me. I bet you think about fucking me most days, don’t you?”

“Every day,” I whisper.

His lips slowly curl into a smirk. “See? I’m figuring you out. Not as sweet as you appear. Beneath all the ribbons and bows, there’s a little slut.”

“A slut?” I repeat, startled and confused. Part of me feels like I should be offended, but the way he spoke the word sounded like praise.

“Yes. You’re both my slut and my Queen of Hearts. I just haven’t unlocked the two sides of you yet. Give it time and I will.” He pushes off the wall to return inside, his hot breath grazing my ear as he passes me and whispers, “You look really pretty tonight, sis.”

I watch him leave, rendered speechless over our conversation. It’s not lost on me how Dan called mehisslut. Is he implying we’ll have sex in the future? We can’t do that, no matter how much I want to. I wouldn’t ever live down the humiliation if anyone found out, not to mention the disgrace it would throw upon Forever Families.

He’s wrong about everything else he said too, about my sexual desires. How can Dan know any of those things about me when I don’t know them about myself? I don’t know a thing about sex other than what I’ve seen in movies. I’ve never even had an orgasm. I’ve touched myself a few times and it feels good, but a climax never happens. I don’t know what I’m doing or how to get there.

There was one time I thought maybe I could come. Thoughts of having sex with Dan had entered my mind. It felt wrong to be thinking of him in such a moment. I stopped immediately, ashamed of touching myself over him.

Now, as I stand alone on the Boathouse terrace, I’m starting to question everything I believed of myself. Maybe Danisright and that’s why touching myself felt so good when I thought of him, because maybe I do get off on doing the wrong thing.

I’m desperate to experience how good I can make myself feel. But having an orgasm over my stepbrother is something Idefinitelyshouldn’t do.

Chapter 11

Dan

One month later, Tuesday, October 17

A new kink

“You’re smart, Daniel. Why don’t you go to college and make something of your life instead of messing around playing poker? You’re not a kid anymore.” My father’s scolding goes through one ear and out the other as he paces around the living room in our Manhattan apartment, late on a Monday night.

I slump into the couch cushions, staring out the window at the city lights. I hear this speech at least once a week since I graduated high school a couple months back, and it’s getting stale.

He isn’t pleased with how I’ve decided to make my money at the poker table, all because it tarnishes the reputation of his and Amabella’s nonprofit organization. I try to keep my business out of the tabloids for my parents’ sake, especially the games that aren’t legal, but the media follow me around like mad.

My father always tells me I should have more direction like my brothers. Killian has moved out of our home and is trainingto be an athlete, Tyler is studying business with plans to be involved in Dad’s old hotel business and has a serious, long-term girlfriend in Harper, and Felix owns a successful cocktail lounge. Dad is proud of them and the fine example they’re setting in the public eye.

I rub a hand over my mouth, smothering a laugh. If he only knew the shit Felix gets up to beneath that “cocktail lounge” is ten times worse than anything I’ve done. But my oldest brother is better at keeping his vices hidden than I am.

“Are you playing poker just to defy me?”

“Pissing you off is an added benefit, but it’s not why I play.”

“Daniel, I have had enough of your attitude,” he shouts. “I provide you with a home. I sent you to an excellent school. Growing up, you’ve had every luxury you could ever ask for. Yet you don’t appreciate any of it. If you’re so against me, you don’t need my support any longer. I want you out of this apartment within the month. You’re nineteen now. You can pay your own way and take care of your own life. Perhaps this will force you to start acting like a man.”

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