Ava
I had two fingers in my cunt and my stepbrother’s name on my tongue when Lila opened the door.
Jace’s room was supposed to be empty. Dad and our new stepmom were at dinner with her sister. I’d waited until the house went quiet, stripped to nothing but one of his old t-shirts, and climbed onto his bed. The shirt still smelled like him—soap and the faint sweat of practice. I’d been using that smell for weeks, rubbing myself raw every night while Lila slept three feet away in our shared room and pretended she didn’t hear me whisper his name. Three months since the wedding. Three months of watching him walk around the house in nothing but sweats, c**k outlined, looking at both of us like he knew exactly how wet we got when he stretched. I’d told Lila we had to stop. She’d agreed. Then I’
