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He’dkissed me.Well, almost. He’d definitely been about to. And unless he was hiding a stick of salami inside his boxers for a pool-side snack, that was his dick I felt pressing against me.

This can’t be happening. It’s wrong on so many levels, I can’t even.

And he videotaped a couple havingsex?In the few weeks I’ve been here, Jude’s never had friends over. I’ve never even heard him talking on his phone. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend, and I was starting to think he was as much a loner as I was. But you wouldn’t ask a complete stranger to film you and your boyfriend, would you?

I can’t wrap my head around any of this. Especially since the booze has fully kicked in. I do the best I can for my hair, but all I really want right now is something sinful to eat.

As I stick my head out of my bedroom, a crash of lightning makes me almost jump out of my skin.

What would have happened if...?

But I force the thought from my mind. No point dwelling on that. We’d both been a bit tipsy. Both a little curious, maybe. He’d seen me in my underwear, I’d seen him in his. It’s just hormones, right?

I stand in the hall, looking left, then right. One leads to the kitchen via the stairs...the other to Jude’s room. I should apologize, right? It was me that started with the whole Truth and Dare thing. He didn’t even want to play. And I was such an ass about it, too, asking after his mom. I nod and press my hands against my cheeks. The booze is burning through my body.

And it gives me the courage I need to go up to Jude’s door and knock.

Chapter 9

Jude

I should be getting to my homework. My teachers all assume that since everyone in the AP Psychology class is trying to get a head start on University, that they’d be frothing at the mouth for extra work from the word go. I have an assignment due Friday, and Mr. Thomas told us to expect a surprise pop quiz sometime this week...because he likes to keep things fun in his class.

But the moment I’m in the sanctuary of my room, the door closed, a pair of dry sweats and a hoody drawing the last lingering cold from my limbs, all I can think about is Harper. It’s fucking weird. And sick. Psycho even. But now that I’m alone, now that she’s not here to tempt me, I let the image of her climbing out of the pool fill my mind.

I couldn’t look away from her glistening skin. Her curves were on full display, underwear plastered against her.

Christ, this girl’s going to give me blue balls, I swear. Without even thinking about it, I tap a random key on my sleek white keyboard. The massive screen lights up, showing me my desktop.

With a few clicks of the mouse, I’mon one of my regular porn sites, already scrolling through my favorite category.

A woman starts panting into the speakers. I hurriedly mute the video before turning on one of my EDM playlists full blast. I shift in my seat, glance behind my shoulder at my closed bedroom door, and shove a hand down my sweatpants as I look back at the screen.

Thank God for credit cards, because all the good shit is hidden behind paywalls these days.

My cock hardens in my hand. I stroke it as I watch someone else’s fantasy play out on the screen. The two actors—a ripped guy and a petite girl with massively fake tits—move around a penthouse suite, teasing and fucking and moaning.

The guy holds open the girl’s legs, displaying her shaved pussy and bleached hole for the camera for a few seconds before starting to finger her.

A groan rumbles out of my throat as my dick turns to concrete in my hand. I usually keep it hidden in my pants while I’m jerking off, but a decent find like this deserves more than a quick wank. But when I briefly close my eyes to heighten the sensation of my fingers around my cock, it’s not the porn star I see anymore.

I despise change. Andeverythingchanged when Harper arrived in my life. It’s only natural I should hate her. But I wasn’t in the least prepared for what happened this afternoon. For how quickly that hate switched to something else. Something…wicked.

Yet I still feel that anger, thathatepressing in on me. The urge to be rid of her, to push her away, to do something sobadto her that she will have no choice but to fuck off out of my life.

I’m not in the least surprised when she slides into my mind again when my imagination starts supplying the details I need to flesh out this taboo fantasy of mine.

She’s spread out on my bed, naked, the epitome of virginal innocence as she twists coyly around my satin sheets like she’s posing for a centerfold.

Her lustrous hair stark against the white sheets. Her creamy skin blending in.

Pink lips begging to be kissed. A plump ass ready to be squeezed.

I shove my sweats down my thighs, baring my cock, and spread my knees wide. Pressing my dick to my stomach, I stroke the underside of my shaft. The porn video keeps playing, my eyes fluttering so I can catch glimpses of it while, in my mind, the faces of the actors warp into mine and Harper’s.

Harper writhes against the silky sheets. Her perky breasts jiggle, and she licks her lips as if they’ve gone dry. I tease my fingers down her belly.

My cock throbs hotly against my stomach. I grab it and twist as I move my grip up and down, swiping a thumb over my tip to collect the precum. Christ, I thought this video was hot, but jerking off to the thought of my stepsister is driving me insane.

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