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Chapter 4

AUSTIN

Being back in my
old room is weird. My dad and stepmom had barely changed it since I moved out
five years ago. I hadn’t looked at Ethan or
Lacey’s
room yet but I assumed it was the same for them. I look around slowly, same
white walls and blue rug. Same twin bed that my feet would hang off of once I
got too tall for it. I can’t help but smirk when I think about how many girls
I’ve had in that bed.

I look in the
mirror at myself now. I hadn’t pretended to be Ethan since high school but I
figured the jest of it was pretty much the same. I looked exactly like him so
it was pretty easy, I just had to let my hair fall in my eyes, wear my glasses
instead of contacts, and wear my pants about two sizes too tight.

I had tried to
call Ethan and tell him about my plan a few times but he hadn’t got gotten back
to me yet. I knew he wouldn’t care
though,
we had done
this all the time in high school. Good girls always went for Ethan so it was
just easier to get them by pretending to be him, less work for me.

I never understood
how Ethan did it, pretended all the time. It was too much work if you asked me,
always having to pretend to be someone you aren’t. It always amused Ethan and
me when people called me the easy one since he had been with even more women
than me. I didn’t mind though, I figured if anyone who was worthwhile came
along I would have no trouble putting in the work to keep her. It hadn’t
happened yet and the chances of it happening anytime soon were nonexistent.

Things couldn’t
have worked out any better for me. It was like I was supposed to have sex with
Lacey this weekend. Ethan wasn’t coming in until tomorrow night so there would
be no distractions of him pretending to be me or me pretending to be him,
whatever you wanted to call it. My dad and stepmom were away at some work thing
all weekend. So it would be just me and Lacey.
Perfect
opportunity to get her exactly where I want her.

As if she’s able
to read my thoughts I hear the front door swing open downstairs. I smirk and
yank my shirt off over my head and grab a bottle of water off my dresser,
dripping it over my chest so it looks like sweat. The basketball shorts I had
on would make it look like I had just been working out.

I hear the door
slam shut below me. It was show time.

I take the stairs
down two at a time but only make it half way down before I see her leaning over
her suitcase. Her thick ass is practically falling out of her little black
shorts as she leans over. I lick my lips as she turns around and scrolls
through her cell phone.

She hasn’t seen me
yet so I take the chance to take in how hot she is.

Her shirt is way
too tight for her tits. It dips down really low, revealing her cleavage. She
definitely never had
titties
like that before. They
had to be at least a D cup. My dick starts to swell up in my shorts and I have
to remind myself to keep myself under control but it’s hard when she looks so
hot.

She looks just as
good as her pictures, if not better.
A
image pops into
my mind of me grabbing that big butt as she bounces up and down on my cock. It
starts to swell up again in response. Damn, down boy, I remind myself again.

I start walking
down the steps again, nearing my prey. Lacey looks up from her phone, her long
dark hair falls into her face and she pushes it back. Her eyes fall on me,
taking in my bare chest and muscular stomach.

She
all but drools at the sight of me.

“Ethan,” she
gasps, her voice all silky and soft.

I smirk.
Too easy.

Chapter 5

LACEY

He’s shirtless. He’s
standing in front of me all sweaty with no shirt on. He looks just as good as I
remember and he still makes me feel exactly the same way he had for all those
years.
Weak at the knees at just the sight of him.

My eyes travel up
and down his toned arms and muscular chest and I have to remind myself to
breath. I had spent my entire youth admiring this man from afar and worshiping
him as a person, so the thought that how I was feeling might actually come to a
head with him this week was almost too much for me to handle.

“Ethan,” I say.

“Lacey.” He takes
a few steps toward me and I almost loose it when I realize that he’s about to
hug me. He practically picks me up off the ground he hugs me so tight. His bare
muscular arms hugging my body close to his. I gasp when he presses my head into
his bare chest, I couldn’t believe I was hugging a shirtless Ethan right now.
He had never been this way with me in the past, holding me close or hugging me
tight.

It made me feel
hot all over.

I could feel how
perfect his body was, how defined his muscles were. And his smell, lord, he
smelled like cinnamon and vanilla mixed together. Yum. I hadn’t known he was
going to be home this early, my mom had said he wasn’t flying in until Monday.
But like I said; my mom was always getting time and dates confused.

He takes his time
looking me up and down, I can’t help but find the attention thrilling and
exciting. He had never looked at me this way before, like I was too sexy for
him to keep his eyes off of. I force myself to stand up straight, determined to
not come off as the little girl he once knew. Because I wasn’t anymore, I was
different now. More mature and more ready than ever to jump into this thing
head first.

“You look great,”
he says, sounding like he means it. “I definitely don’t remember you looking
this good.”

I giggle like a
little schoolgirl and wave him off. Wow, so much for keeping my composure.
“Yeah, well, it’s been a while.”

“It sure has.”

I swear I see a
twinkle of trouble creep into his eyes then but it’s gone so fast that I
convince myself I must have imagined it. The same innocent smile and kind eyes
plastered back on his face that I’ve remembered even after all this time. My
eyes drift down to his chest again.

“Did you just work
out?” I find myself asking, my eyes still on his ripped abs and muscular
stomach. I can see little specs of sweat dripping down his chest and glistening
in the light of the room. He looks like something out of a movie.

He nods. “Yeah,
got a little run in.”

My heart leaps all
around in my chest. He really was the same as in high school, still getting up
for his 6 am runs every morning. I used to set my alarm and watch him from my
bedroom window as he ran up and down the street and around the block over and
over again, admiring his beautiful body. And all these years later it had only
gotten better, and here it was right in front of me. So close that I could
reach out and touch him if I wanted.

“Well, I’ll let
you shower.” I turn my back to him and start to drag my suitcase across the
floor toward my bedroom at the end of the hall. I had been lucky enough to have
my bedroom on the first floor growing up, which was fine with
me,
I liked having space from other people. I liked having
my alone time.

“I’m okay, I don’t
need to shower yet.” He walks over and grabs the suitcase I’m struggling with
up off the ground and lifts it over his head like it’s as light as a feather.

I sneak a look at
his chiseled chest muscles, sticking out even more now that he’s leaned over to
pick someone up. I can see the vein in his arm popping out a little now from
the flexing of his arm. It’s suddenly hard for me to swallow.

“You don’t?” I
somehow manage to get the words out.

He shakes his
head, heading toward the back of the house toward my room with my suitcase. “Na,
I’d rather hang out with you.”

He would rather
hang out with me!

I practically have
to run to catch up to him. By the time I reach him he’s already in my room. He
sets my suitcase down on the floor and starts to look around at the pink walls
that hold my room together. I feel embarrassed instantly, my mom had insisted
on keeping my room exactly the same even after I left for college. It looked
more like the teenager I was and less like the woman I had become.

“Thanks,” I tell
him, turning around to walk back toward the kitchen. The sooner I got Ethan out
of my little kid bedroom the better. The last thing I needed was for him to be
reminded of the little kid I was.

Ethan flops his
tall toned body on top of my bed. “Let’s just hang out here.”

Oh my god. Ethan
was on my bed right now.
Without a shirt on.

“In here?” I look
at the door to the hall again with longing.

Ethan nods. “Is
that a big deal?”

He looks generally
confused, like he doesn’t understand why I’m being so weird about him hanging out
in my room with me. I have to remind myself that that’s my fault, it wasn’t
Ethan’s fault I was secretly obsessed with him. Why should I make him feel
weird for being himself? Just because I couldn’t control my sex drive every
time I was around him didn’t mean I had to make that his problem.

I shake my head.
“No, no problem.”

Ethan smiles the
same lazy smile he always has on and sighs. “Good. Ah, that run took a lot out
of me, I’m not as young as I used to be.” He takes his glasses off and sets
them on the table next to my bed.

He looked so sexy
without his glasses. I actually preferred him without them on but I respected
that he wanted to come off as the intelligent and well-put together man he was.

I glance down at
his perfect stomach. “I think you’re doing okay.”

He laughs and I
can’t help but smile back. We were joking around with one
another,
he knew 24 wasn’t old and so did I. It was nice, somehow breaking the ice
enough between the two of us and when he pats the spot on the bed next to him a
few seconds later, motioning for me to sit down, I go easier than I normally
would have.

“How was the
trip?” He sits up in my bed so his back is leaning against the back of my pink
wall. He looks so out of place in my pink room, like he’s being forced to be
there or something.

I try to make
myself more comfortable on the bed but I just end up kind of half sitting/half
laying
in front of him. “It was long, kind of boring.”

Ethan nods. “Well,
I’m glad you got home safe.”

I can’t help but
feel happiness all over my body. “Me too, with you, I mean. Was the flight
long?”

Ethan frowns.
“What flight?”

“Your flight
home,” I point out slowly.

“Oh, that flight.
It was fine. Sorry about that, I guess I’m a little jetlagged.”

“I think I am
too,” I say. This makes no sense since I drove in but I don’t really care, not
much of what I’m saying seems to make much sense today. This was what happened
when Ethan was around, not much ended up making sense.

“Yeah,” he says it
like I’m making perfect sense and not just talking nonsense. “You seem stiff.”

I frown. “I do?”

He sits up and
pushes himself off the wall. “Yeah, for sure.” He reaches his hand out and
traces my arm up and down with his fingertips. “You need a little neck rub.”

I freeze at his
touch. He had never acted this way with me before. Wanting to hangout and give
me a backrub. It was strange. Something was off. But was it really? This is
what I had wanted, what I had worked for all year. I had been dreaming about
things unfolding just like this. Me walking in looking all good and him falling
all over himself and beating himself up for not looking at me as more than a
little girl before. So now that it was really happening why was I freaking out
like a little baby?

I just needed to
relax. This was what I had been waiting for. It was typical of me, always
trying to get in my own way just as I was about to get what I wanted.
Always over thinking situations that turned out to be good for me.

Like right now,
Ethan was definitely good for me.

I don’t have much
more time to over think anyway because Ethan wraps his hands around my neck and
upper back, making it hard to concentrate on anything else but the pleasure
shooting through my body.

“Oh, sis, you’re
so tense,” he whispers in my ear.

And I feel myself
start to grow warm between my legs.

I was so screwed.

CHAPTER 6

ETHAN

The airport was so
fucking boring. My flight had been delayed for over two hours now.
Some problem with the door not opening when they pulled into the
runway.
Supposedly they had people out there working on it. Sure as hell
didn’t seem like it to me since it was taking so damn long.

I had been doing
anything and everything to kill the time but there was only so much to do to in
a
airport. I pull my phone out and text the girl I had
spent all last night banging.

SEND ME A PIC AND
MAKE IT NASTY

I send it in all
caps to get my point across. She better hurry up too, I needed some
entertainment if I was going to make it through this fucking bullshit. Who knew
what time I was going to get to my layover flight now, I would probably miss it
and have to get a hotel somewhere in Atlanta for the night before I could find
another flight home. What a pain in the ass.

I glance at my
phone. No picture.

How
fucking annoying.
What could she be doing that was more important than
sending me a picture? Nothing was the correct answer.

I scroll through
my phone until I land on my stepsister’s name. Lacey. I hadn’t heard from her
in a while which was weird. Usually she found a reason to text me at least once
every few weeks, making up some lame excuse when it was obvious she just wanted
an excuse to talk to me. She had been in love with me since forever but she
wasn’t exactly my type. Plus, I had no trouble getting girls so there wasn’t much
point in bringing family into the mix, causing problems for no reason.

I would normally
never text her first but I was bored and wanted attention from someone so I
might as well entertain it to pass the time. I’m just about to type something
out when I glance up and notice her.

Elizabeth.

She’s wearing pair
of tight pink shorts and a black
v-neck
shirt that
hangs low on her chest. Her butt was big, her boobs round and plump, probably a
DD cup. Nice big handful. I lick my lips as she runs her hands through her long
blonde hair and imagine sticking my fingers inside of her pretty little pussy.

Elizabeth was
Jessica’s cousin. She was a little bit younger than us, maybe 20. But she had
huge
titties
and a nice big butt. I had had my eye on
her for some time now, flirting with her here and there whenever I could get
her alone for a few minutes.

I knew she wanted
me. I always caught her staring at me at all Jess’s family parties, looking
down at the ground whenever I would look up and catch her. The problem was that
she was shy, too shy. And hooking up with her would take a little time and
work. Time alone with her that I didn’t have.

Until
now.

I drop my cell
phone back in my pocket, forgetting about my stepsister for the time being and
heading over to where Elizabeth is standing in the middle of the airport
gift-shop.

“Fancy running
into you here.”

She looks up,
confused. Once she registers that
it’s be
I see a
small blush creep into her face. “Ethan, hi.”

I hold my arms out
wide and I can tell she’s surprised. I had never hugged her before but today
was different, today I was allowed to be anyway I wanted with her. She wraps
her arms around my neck and I take the chance to pull her closer to me, pushing
her huge tits into my chest. They smash into me nice and soft. Damn they felt
so round and natural.

I hold on to her
way too long and then finally let her pull away, a huge grin plastered around
my face. I can tell she’s trying not to turn as red as a tomato. Jeez, you
would think she had never gotten any attention from men before.
Although, she may not have ever gotten attention from anyone who
looked as good as me.
That was understandable.

“It’s great to see
you, I’ve been thinking about you lately.” I drift down to her chest. Damn, her
shirt was so low I could see the fabric of her bra sticking out.
Red and lacey.
I lick my lips, pleasantly surprised that she
would be wearing something so sexy.

She instantly
blushes. “You have?”

I nod. “Of course.
I was thinking about how me and Jess have been dating for a while now and I
still don’t know her family that way. I’ve been meaning to spend more time with
you guys.”

“Oh, of course.
That would be… that would be great.”

I can tell she’s
embarrassed, like she thought I meant I was thinking about only her and in not
a family type of way. She pushes another piece of her long blonde hair behind
her ear and looks past me, like she can’t wait to get out of here.

I wasn’t going to
make it that easy on her. I take a step closer to her, a cocky grin on my face.
“There’s no time like the present, right?”

“Oh,” Elizabeth
says, fear filling her eyes at the thought of being alone with me. “I really
can’t now… I have to catch my flight in a few minutes.”

“Where you going?”

“North Carolina.”

“Get out of here, me
too. Don’t tell me… who are you flying?”

“Delta,” she
offers in almost a whisper.

I grin. “We must
be on the same flight! This is perfect. You have to let me take you to dinner
or something once we land.”

“Oh, I don’t want
to impose or anything…”

I lean forward and
rub my hand over her shoulder a few times, like I’m giving her a massage. “You
must come to dinner with me, I insist.”

Her eyes look up
and meet mine for the first time since the conversation started and a deep red
drifts into her cheeks right away. Her eyes are all star crossed and filled
with want. I can tell just from the look she gives me that I have her. She
wants me so bad, she has a crush on her cousin’s boyfriend and she knows she
shouldn’t, but she can’t help it.

I smirk, dropping
my hand. “I have to go make a few business calls, that place would fall apart
without me but I’ll see you at the gate, okay?”

Elizabeth still
looks unsure but she just nods, her eyes drift down to my muscular chest,
taking in my toned muscles.

She was too easy.
I had dealt with girls like her since college. Who would lust after me from
afar, too scared to ever make a move on me. If I gave them any attention at all
they would blush and act like they were all shy and star struck and then as
soon as I got them alone they turned into little freaks. The thought makes me
start to get turned on and I force myself to calm down.

I lean down and
kiss her on the side of her face, letting my lips linger on her smooth skin for
a second or two longer than necessary. “Great, see you soon.” Then I wink at
her and head the other way through the airport.

I walk fast, not
sure how much time I have to change my flight before boarding starts. I would
just head home from North Carolina. I was bored and some things were worth the
extra time.

My phone goes off
and I glance at the screen.

Jasmine.

I barely glance at
the sexy picture she sent me before shoving my phone back in my pocket.

She
was too late
,
I didn’t need her anymore
.