Page 25 of My Favorite Girl

Of course, I know. Studying the piano at Juilliard is a dream of Ally’s. She wants to be a concert pianist. It’s all she ever talks about.

“If I get in next year, I’ll be a full-time student. It’s not an ideal financial situation to be moving out now.”

I step up to her room, leaning one hand high on the doorframe. She’s about to receive the first part of her trust fund from Dad. She could live off that money, but I don’t bother suggesting the idea, knowing she’ll be sensible and leave it untouched.

“I can pay for anything you want,” I say, watching Ally slip out of her shoes.

“I want my own money.”

“You’re asking me to stay here with my father for years? Fuck, Ally.” She knows I’ll do it for her. That’s how whipped I am, for a girl I’ve never even kissed. I groan, rubbing a hand over my face. “I need to go for a drive to blow off some steam.”

“Shuffling cards hasn’t helped?”

There’s a teasing sound to her words. I give a humorless laugh.

“I’ll come with you. I don’t like you driving when you’re angry. Let me change out of my school uniform.”

Before I have the chance to give Ally privacy, she unzips her school dress and lets it fall to the ground, revealing a matching set of pink lingerie beneath. I stiffen at the sight of her near-naked body and how casually she’s treating this moment.

Ally has never undressed in front of me before, at least not with the lights on. I’ve seen her in a bikini but that was different. The whole family was around. This moment, it’s just for us. She’s admitted to dressing for my pleasure, and it stirs up something possessive deep within me, knowing the thong and bra she’s wearing was picked out for me. Her bra is so sheer I can see her nipples.

Exercising self-control, I lean against the door frame and watch Ally search through her wardrobe in silence, the two of us never making eye contact or acknowledging her indecency. After all, this isn’t how step siblings are supposed to behave. I don’t try to hide how hard I am. I just admire the perfect curve of her breasts and her ass in that thong while questioning what the real meaning of this moment is about for her. What it’s about for me.

Ally knows what she’s doing right now is wrong, and I’m certain that’s why she’s doing it. She likes teasing me, that much has been clear for a while. Her intensions aren’t cruel. She’s not falsely leading me on. I can tell the teasing is Ally’s way of expressing her repressed desires. It’s her way of being with me.

This display is taking things to another level, and I file away the image of her body for later when I jerk off. She has to know I jerk off over her. I’m sure she likes that I do.

I told her she has kinks. I’m starting to realize I do too, because I want to fuck her right now but not in the way I’ve fucked other girls. With them, it’s always been just sex. Plain, regular, even boring sex, when I come to think of it.

Watching Ally flaunt herself in front of me, I feel something new within myself. Something I’ve never felt toward any other girl. A possessive, dominant side. I’m so close to telling Ally to lay on the bed and spread her legs, then instructing her to pull her panties aside, showing me how pretty her cunt is. I want to sit back and enjoy the sight of Ally while commanding her, telling her exactly what to do with her body and how to make her pussy feel good. Then I want to order her to sit on my dick because she wants it, knowing how wrong it is. I want to be the one to teach her everything about sex.

She’s slowly exploring her sexuality and learning what she likes. I think I’m learning something new about myself too, and it’s clear I’m developing an obsession with watching mystepsister, pushing her boundaries, and making her do all the filthy things she doesn’t want to admit turn her on.

Ally slips a dress over her head, finally meeting my gaze with an innocent smile, like nothing inappropriate has just happened between us. Fucking little brat. The good girl act only turns me on more.

“Will you zip me up?” she says so sweetly.

I step behind Ally, slowly raising the zip, my fingers lingering on the fabric, on the warm skin at the nape of her neck when I’m done. All the impulses I have with this girl, I shouldn’t act upon any of them. She isn’t ready for what I want to do to her. More importantly, she’s my stepsister and I shouldn’t cross the line with her more than I already have.

Doing the right thing, I grab my keys from my pocket. “Let’s go, Queen.”

Chapter 12

Ally

Four months later, Saturday, March 3

Brother and sister bonding time

Saturday night and I’m at home in a satin nightgown, practicing my Juilliard audition piece, when a knock on my bedroom door interrupts me. “Yeah?”

The door opens and Dan leans against the frame, grinning at me. “Sounding good.”

I love that smile. I swear he gets more handsome with each day.

“Just wanted to let you know I’m home in case you decide to take a break and want to watch a movie with me,” he says. “Or I can help with your audition.”

My audition is in one week and has been a major cause of stress. I can perform all day, in front of anyone, anywhere, but I have a mental block when it comes to auditioning. My therapist tells me, as with most issues in my life, the mental block stems from the domestic violence we lived with—being in a stressful environment and feeling trapped.

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