I inhaled the scent of her. Sweet, wild strawberries and cream. So fucking tempting.
I kept digging and checking out her stuff. Some of the lingerie was new, not even worn. They didn't even smell like June. I left those. But there was a gray cotton thong that was a newer addition too, and it had June's scent all over it.
I took it back to the bed. My family wouldn't be back until late that night, so I had the day stretching out before me lazily. Smirking, I pulled my cock free of my pants. It was already hard, a pearl of pre-cum glistening on the very tip.
I used June's panties to jerk off. The soft cotton felt pleasant and cool against my dick, and I groaned, coaxing out pleasure from my own body.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I nearly toppled off the bed when I heard the voice.
"Fuck," I muttered, quickly zipping my cock back into my pants and attempting to hide the panties. But it was too late.
My father, Mark, approached the bed and grabbed the panties away from me, looking at me and then at the underwear with plain, undisguised disgust.
"Are you kidding me, Parker?" he hissed at me. "She's your stepsister."
I remained quiet, glaring at him with angry eyes. "What are you doing back home? Thought you'd be away until tonight."
"Forgot about a goddamn meeting," he muttered. "And now I'm glad I came back and caught you in the act."
I groaned and got up, pushing past him to get out of the room, but Dad followed me down the hallway.
"What you're doing is fucking sick. Does June know you're snooping around her room?"
"Don't tell her," I threw back at him over my shoulder. "She doesn't need to know."
"No, she doesn't," he said firmly. "But I'm glad I do. Because now we're going to get rid of this nasty little habit of yours."
I turned around, smirking into my father's serious face. "You think you can do something to stop me? You can't. She belongs to me."
"She's thirteen fucking years old," Dad hissed at me. "And she ain't property."
"You can't stop me," I told him in return. "What are you going to do, old man?"
I approached him, and Dad cringed back. I already towered over him at seventeen, as did Kade. But Dad and my brother had always been close. They shared a bond I didn't have with either of them, and I was perpetually jealous of it.
"I'm not going to let you hurt June," he said resolutely.
"Oh, yeah?" I laughed, not worried in the slightest. "How are you going to do that? You can't do shit, old man. I'm younger than you. Stronger than you. Better than you. And if you try to fucking stop me from getting what I want, I'll make your life a living fucking hell. Who the fuck knows... maybe I'll go after your wifey next? I bet Rachel looks good with nothing but a cock inside her."
"You're sick." Dad was pale, and I got off on the sight of genuine fear on his face. "You're sicker than I thought. I should have known you were the bad apple…”
"And you can't do anything to stop me," I reminded him with pleasure.
"I have to." He seemed determined, but I knew he couldn't do shit to end this. "Does your brother know about this?"
"Kade?" I laughed out loud. "That piece of shit is fucking clueless."
"You're a monster." Dad shook his head in disbelief.
"I know." I grinned. "And I'm going to get my way."
"Not if I have anything to do with it." Dad stared me down. I didn't look away, and the staring contest lasted until he finally sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm going to send you away."
"Away?"
"A college far away," he muttered. "As far away as I can find."
"I'll be back, though," I reminded him with viciousness. "Any chance I can find, I'll be back."
"I'll tell Rachel."
"And what's she gonna do?" I laughed. "She can't stop me, either."
Dad contemplated my words, seemingly agreeing with me. But when he looked back up at me, he seemed committed. "Then you leave me no fucking choice."
"No?" I grinned, watching him pick up a vase from the console table in the hallway. "What, you're gonna put together a flower arrangement?"
“No,” he said. “I’m going to send June away if you don’t stop this. I have to. For her own safety.”
My face darkened. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
“Oh, I’m very fucking serious, Parker. What did you think, that you could just get away with this?”
“You’re not sending June away.”
“I’m doing whatever the hell I have to keep her safe.”
“You can’t make her leave.”
“I can and I will.”
I stepped right up and glared at his face. “I’m going to kill you if you do that.”
"No, Parker, you won’t" he replied calmly. "I told you already. I'm going to fucking stop you, no matter what."