Page 64 of Aftertaste

I wanted the stars exploding like a supernova, but not just for me. I wanted it for him too.

When he pulled my body against his and began to piston his hips up rapidly, it didn’t take much more than that. Rogan’s cum filled me—hot, sticky, and undeniably claimed what was always his, and I followed soon after.

Chapter Seven

“Breakfast is great. Thanks, Hunter.”

I looked across my kitchen table and nodded at him as I scooped another spoon full of cereal up. “You’re welcome. I didn’t have time to go shopping for some good stuff, but I figure we can do that today or tomorrow.”

He nodded as he bit into his strip of bacon, then went back to his newspaper.

I chuckled and shook my head.

If only he knew he had so many of the quirks Dad had, he’d probably blow a gasket, but I wasn’t gonna be the one to tell him. Not when he seemed like he was in good spirits for the first time in a long while.

“Do you think anyone will ask questions?”

“Huh?”

I looked up at him from my bowl in confusion, but the grin that started to spread on his face as he read his paper made me feel a little uneasy.

“About Charles and Greta, silly,” he says, sneaking a glance at me.

I placed my half-eaten bowl down and feigned being in deep thought. No way in hell would anyone ever connect those “accidents” to us. Next to no one knows that Rogan is out, and the only other person that did was Miss Lucy. We made sure she had an accident too. That hurt me a little bit because I always loved her, but she understood, and I think she was even tired of living by that point. She was sick; had a tumor growing in her belly that the doctors told her they’d never be able to get rid of, so I like think that we did her a kindness.

“Not a chance,” I say with a smug smile.

Rogan shook his head as he laughed and reached for another piece of bacon.

We had it planned for years.

Mom and Dad had a feeling that something hinky was going on between us. I think that’s the real reason Dad turned him in. But what they didn’t know was that for all of the venom we spewed at each other over the years in front of them, we weren’t so bad to each other behind their backs.

I played the part of the hurt little sister while he mastered the abrasive, angry older brother. We worked out a code so we could send letters while he was locked up too.

Everything worked out perfectly in the end, though.

The decimation of the Winstead Matriarch and Patriarch was easier than we thought it would be. We strung up Mom from her favorite chandelier and watched as her feet did a little dance straight to hell. Dad went shortly after. Rogan said it would be best if Dad saw the only person he ever gave a shit about breathe her last breath before we took him into the garage.

We locked the doors, turned on his car and locked him in. Since he had one of those fancy numbers, he wouldn’t be able to get out unless he had the fab, which Rogan dangled in front of him from just outside the window. Once that place started to fill up with carbon monoxide, we went inside to find Miss Lucy.

She was kind enough to write a letter explaining the reason Mom was dead was because Dad had murdered her before being overcome with grief and then ending his own life.

She kissed me on the forehead, then Rogan on the cheek before she followed us down to the basement. She asked us to use one of the bungee cords she used to tie the loads of laundry together when she moved them between floors because she knew it would be faster.

But then, at the last moment, she changed her mind.

She tied it around her own neck, told us to wait until her feet started doing a little dance of their own, then to be on our way.

Miss Lucy made sure that we would have an alibi because she saw how Mom and Dad favored me over Rogan and even then, they treated me like I didn’t exist most days.

It’s okay now, though.

Everything will be better because I have my brother by my side, and nothing will be able to stop us from the little spree we’ve been planning.

And our true beginning started with three deaths.

Resist

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