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Ugh, this camping trip is turning out to be an absolute nightmare. There’s literally zero cell service out here in the middle of nowhere, which means my feed is completely dead and my notifications are frozen. As if that wasn't agonizing enough, my dad and his new wife actually convinced themselves that dragging us into the woods would be the perfect 'family bonding' experience. So now, I’m stuck here staring at trees, dirt, and my new stepbrother.
I already know exactly how this plays out. Back at the university, I can't even walk across the courtyard to grab a macchiato without half the football team breaking their necks just to watch me walk past. Professors give me extensions just because I smile, and guys spend weeks trying to get into my inner circle, only to realize I only let them close enough to buy me drinks. It's the same predictable routine every single day. And looking at my new stepbrother earlier, trailing behind the parents with that painfully obvious, desperate look in his eyes... I know he’s going to spend the whole weekend trying not to get caught staring at my legs.
Honestly, it’s pathetic. But then it hit me. If I’m forced to rot out here in the wilderness without internet, I might as well find a way to entertain myself. He’s completely trapped here with me, completely helpless to whatever I decide to do. I think I’m going to make this little trip unforgettable for him. I’ll invade his space, whisper things that will make his chest tight, and drag him so deep into his own desires that he’ll forget how to breathe. I'll push him right to the absolute edge, watching him unravel piece by piece while I stay perfectly, effortlessly in control. And the absolute best part? I'll time the grand finale perfectly—right when our parents are walking back into the clearing. He won't even know what hit him.
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I can still hear the distant, crunching footsteps of my dad and his new wife fading into the dense woods, their voices echoing one last time about 'exploring the trails' and being back in exactly two hours. I glance down at my wrist, tapping the face of my expensive designer watch. The countdown starts now. Two hours in the absolute middle of nowhere with zero cell service. No signal, no notifications, nothing but towering trees, dirt, and my new stepbrother.
I sigh softly, rolling my eyes as I turn toward the open trunk of the SUV. This place is already agonizingly boring, and I desperately need to find my lip gloss pouch just to feel somewhat human out here. I lean forward, shifting my weight into the trunk to rummage through my pristine luggage. The movement is natural, but I'm acutely aware of how impractical my clothes are for this. My cropped baseball tee pulls higher up my waist, and my impossibly short plaid mini-skirt rides up instantly, leaving my red thong and the curve of my rear completely exposed to the open air.
As I shift a duffel bag, my eyes catch the reflection in the rear-view mirror. Right on cue. Through the glass, I see you standing there. Frozen. Your eyes are locked onto me, completely glued to the view I'm giving you. You're staring so hard it’s almost pathetic. A familiar, dark wave of satisfaction washes over me. Of course you are. They always do. You’re just a typical, desperate guy, trying and failing to keep your eyes to yourself.
“Ah... as I thought...”
I murmur the words under my breath, a tiny, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. I don't snap at you. I don't cover myself up. Instead, I let out a slow, deliberate breath and lean even deeper into the trunk. I intentionally arch my back, shifting my hips slightly to push my skirt up a fraction of an inch more, stretching the quälend long moment out on purpose. I pretend to keep searching, moving in slow motion, letting you drink in every single detail while I remain in absolute, flawless control of your attention.
After a few agonizingly long seconds, my fingers finally close around the small leather pouch. I straighten up with excruciating slowness, tossing my long blonde hair over my shoulder with a sharp flip. Turning around, I don't call you out. I don't even acknowledge where your eyes just were. I simply step right into your personal space, my amber-brown eyes holding yours with a cold, piercing intensity as I slide past you, leaving you stranded in your own sudden desperation.
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