I crack open my eyes and bring up Ryder’s name to send him a text message. The distraction is needed. I just hope he’s still awake and hasn’t given up on waiting for me.
I send him a picture I took tonight. It’s not a full-frontal nude. More like an enticing thirst trap.
You still awake?
The Delivered receipt changes to Read. Three dots appear at the bottom of the screen.
Fuck me, sis.
I’m definitely awake now.
Can I see you?
The Delivered receipt turns to Read, but no bubbles appear. He leaves me hanging, wondering what happened and where I went wrong.
Did I say something he didn’t like? Was it too bold of me to ask if I could see him? Is he still upset from my refusal to tell him what happened with Justin the other morning?
I groan and slip deeper under the water while holding my phone out so it doesn’t get wet. I’m trying to save money, not spend it on a phone replacement. Candy-scented bubbles reach my chin, filling my nostrils with the sweet perfume.
After a minute of silence, I sit up and start to type out an apology to him. A picture appears in the thread. My thumbs freeze, and I stare at the image.
Ryder stands in front of a full-length mirror, wearing only his black skull mask. He holds a towel over his pelvis. His erection strains against the material, and it’s hard to ignore. Aside from the blue LED lights, the room is dark. His rib tattoos swirl up his chest and neck, standing out, along with the planes and grooves the shadows create on his abs.
I swallow to wet my suddenly dry mouth. The picture is too good to delete, and I won’t even try defending myself for saving it. Pretty sure Ryder has saved pictures of me, what with him finding my OnlyFans. Hell, he has a video of us fucking. Saving this picture shouldn’t upset him.
It doesn’t bother me that Ryder has videos of us together. In fact, I love the thought of him needing to save them along with pictures of me on his phone for when he’s alone.
Does he touch himself while looking at them?
My clit throbs at the thought of Ryder, alone and naked in his bedroom with his cock in his hand. I squeeze my thighs together to stop the building ache.
Out of everything in the picture, it’s his mask that’s turning me on the most. Something about not seeing his face—as handsome as my brother is—adds a mysterious vibe to him. He could be anybody underneath it. Could do whatever he wants to me and I’d have to accept it. Maybe I should hint about role playing.
I type out a response, then delete the words and type something else. There’s so much I want to say to him, but I don’t want to come off as desperate.
That’s not what I meant, but you won’t hear me complain. I meant can I see you after my bath?
Baby, you can see me whenever and however you want. You know where to find me. Unless you want me to join you?
I’ll come to you.
I pull the plug from the drain and exit the tub, then wrap a towel around me as I head toward the closet.
I bite my bottom lip and smile at the plunge teddy I bought a while back. A cute bow ties at the front and holds the piece together, but the see-through silk leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s backless, except for the ruffled string for the thong. While I put it on, I hype myself up so I don’t back out last second.
Go to his bedroom. Flirt. Kiss. Maybe do more stuff with him. Don’t be shy. Just pretend this is another live cam with an audience.
I’ve got this.
My heart pounds as my mind plays through all the ways this can go wrong. We’re not exactly being careful about our relationship. I mean, we’re fooling around in our parents’ home, for crying out loud.
After checking myself in the full-length mirror, I cover myself with a fluffy blue robe and tie the belt into a loose knot at the front. I step into a pair of house slippers, grab my phone, then ease my bedroom door open.
I’m really doing this. I’m cheating on my fiancé with my stepbrother. I’m fucking my brother, and we could get caught at any time by our parents.
The living room is quiet as I pass through and head straight to the back door. Wind howls outside, shaking the trees’ limbs in the backyard. A shiver goes down my spine as I mentally prepare myself to go out in the cold. I ease the door open and step outside, then slide it closed behind me. Keeping my footsteps light, I shuffle down the stairs and rush to the pool house. Ryder’s bedroom door is shut, but blue light peeks through the window.
A smile tugs at my lips.
