Page 32 of Butterfly

I had made her miserable this past summer. And she’d given as good as she got, because deep down, she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. My test with Emily had worked. If she hadn’t been jealous, she wouldn’t have reacted that way, and she wouldn’t have been jealous if she didn’t care. She got territorial because on some level, she knew I belonged to her, just like she belonged to me.

She’d convinced herself that she hated me, that I hated her. It was all lies. If shereallyhated me, she wouldn’t have let me stick my fingers in her pussy, wouldn’t have trusted me enough to come. She wanted my body, at least. The rest would follow. The biggest hurdle would be getting her comfortable with the idea of upsetting our parents and the scandal that would come with being with her stepbrother. I could protect her—I would protect her—but it wouldn’t be easy to get her to agree.

However, I’d nevernotgotten something I wanted, and I wasn’t starting now. Not with the person who suddenly mattered more than anyone else.

I exited the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist before grabbing my phone.

get home okay?

The bubbles appeared, then:

who is this

you know who it is

mason

I don’t know how you got this number

you’re my stepsister

you don’t think I can get your number easily?

fine

but don’t use it again

I glared at my phone. Don’t use it again? Fuck that.

nice try, butterfly

what’s gotten into you?

other than my fingers

cute

That was better.

I try

The bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then reappeared again.

Mason, what happened today…

Oh, this was the good stuff. I could feel my cock getting hard again.

what about it, butterfly? want a repeat, just say the word

…it can’t ever happen again

What the fuck was she talking about, it couldn’t happen again? I knew she was resistant to me, I knew she had good reason to be, but I wasn’t going to accept this.

why

you know why

careful, butterfly

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