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Rogers might well be the hottest prize in school. She’s a cheerleader. She’s got long legs and pneumatic tits, and yesterday I finally got my hands on them. So then, why is it, whenever I think back about yesterday afternoon, it’s Stacey that I can’t get out of my damn head?
    I just knew somehow that she was there in that closet, while I was with Kelly, listening to us. And after I kicked Kelly out of my room, I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes and pretended to snooze – forcing my breathing to slow down, just the way it would if I was actually asleep. And sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed. Through one half-closed eye, I saw her: my bratty little stepsister Stacey, slipping out of the closet and padding across my room on tiptoes, thinking she’d totally got away with it.
    But there on my bed, I felt something I wasn’t at all prepared for: the sharp, almost painful rush of blood to my cock, way more powerful and intense than it’d been with Kelly just a few minutes previous, as I realized all over again that Stacey had heard us .
    I have to admit: it turned me on.
    What the fuck is wrong with me?
    And later on, when she got up from the table to excuse herself? Well, let’s just call it a hunch, but I wasn’t at all surprised when I went up to her room and found her there on her bed, masturbating over me.
    But now I can’t get the image out of my head. Her toned body, her back arched, her small breasts pressed tight against her shirt with their rock-hard nipples, the way her hand was moving in her panties, as she whimpered into the pillow, right on the brink of orgasm.
    Damn, just thinking about it is giving me another hard-on. But I know I need to get her out of my head.
    It’s fucking wrong . I mean, she’s my freaking stepsister , isn’t she? She’s out of bounds. Maybe I can’t have everything.
    And anyway, on top of all that, I need to stay focused on my studies. I’ve been accepted into some of the world’s best colleges, and as long as I make my grades I can chose wherever I want to go in the whole world. My dad is a big-shot businessman, well, by the standard’s of this town, anyway. My teachers might never say it to my face, but I can see what they’re all thinking; that I’m a bratty kid who already owns a better car than their’s, that I probably pay somebody to do my homework, and that I’m going to inherit my dad’s business, while they’ll still be driving the same crappy car when they’re teaching my son.
    My friends, however? They tell it to me straight. They wanna know why the hell I’m studying at all , when Grayson Finance is right there waiting for me. But what they don’t know, what nobody knows , is that soon, even sooner than they think, I’m gonna leave this town far behind me.
    I’m gonna be a millionaire. A multi-millionaire. Hell, I’m not gonna stop until I’m a billionaire.
    And on top of all that, I have a feeling that if I don’t get out of here, and fast – if I end up sticking around in this place, letting myself get distracted by my own damn stepsister for Christsakes – then things can only end badly ...

Oh God. I feel totally sick with embarrassment at what happened last night. And even worse, it’s like there’s absolutely nowhere I can escape to. I mean, everywhere I seem to look, there’s some memory of Colt. If I pretend to be sick and try to convince my mom to stay home from school, I’ll still be here in this damn house – reminded of him, of the way those piercing blue eyes bore into me, of the way his stupid smug mouth curled into a grin as he watched me get myself off. And if I go to high school, well he’s there too, strutting around like he owns the damn place. 
    At least we’ll be graduating this year , I remind myself.
    Even right now, in the locker room before gym class, I’m reminded of him. Because Kelly Rogers is in my gym class, too, smiling so sweetly like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, even though I know