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real show.”
    I unzipped my jacket and slowly parted it away from my shoulders. Javier gulped as he watched me undress before him. The miniskirt was the perfect touch as his eyes transfixed on my waistline.
    “Oh, wow,” he said, dumbly.
    “That’s not all,” I swooned. Reaching my hands back, I unfastened my lace brazier and threw it onto the floor in front of him. My exposed breasts were now the center of his attention. Javier seemed entranced by my flesh as I neared him. “I’ve been thinking about you every day, baby.”
    “You have?” Javier gulped.
    “Of course,” I said taking my finger and placing it against his full lips. “I’ve been dreaming about you kissing me all over my body; tasting my most private, secret places. I just want to be yours, darling, all yours.”
    “Fuck,” Javier moaned as he reached for my breasts with his thick fingers. I felt him squeeze as he slid his tongue up from my naval, and just under my breasts.
    “Oh, Javier,” I cooed. He was taking the bait. Soon we’d fuck, and then he’d do anything that I asked of him. He and I would roll over the tapes together, then I’d find out who killed Darla, and he wouldn’t say a word to anybody because he was under my spell.
    Suddenly, the door pushed open. I turned my head to see Sebastian heaving in the doorway. He was wearing a gray ripped tank that hugged against his body and a pair of running shorts. Every inch of him looked fierce and crimson with angst. Before I could react, Sebastian pushed past me and grabbed Javier by his jacket. I let out a scream as Sebastian shoved him against the brick wall.
     

Stepmother Secrets
    Michael
                  For the next hour, I tried to shake the sight Darla spread out on the ground. No matter what I did, she continued to rear back into my mind, as though her impression were etched inside forever. I started to panic as I paced around my darkened room, wondering if I did the right thing in trusting my sister.
                  “I should have followed her,” I said to myself. Audrey was more devious than anyone I had ever met. If someone was up to no good, chances are, it was she. “I can’t trust her!”
                  “Who can’t you trust?” Lydia asked as she creaked through my bedroom door.
                  “ Lydia !” I whispered as she carefully closed the door behind her. She was wearing a long black-sleeved shirt with a horizontal striped skirt underneath. The shirt hung low; no doubt to purposely expose her massive cleavage. “ Why are you barging in here ?”
                  “I thought we didn’t keep secrets, Michael,” Lydia said as she stepped toward me. “Whom were you talking about?”
                  “No one,” I replied tersely as he raced her hands across my chest.
                  “Did you go riding with your sister this afternoon?”
                  “Yes,” I answered suspiciously. “Why?”
                  “I was just wondering if she was the one you were talking about.”
                  “Audrey?” I scoffed attempt to keep Lydia at bay.
                  “That’s the one,” she said with her head titled to the side at me. “You know– while we’re still keeping secrets– I never trusted her much.”
                  “Oh yeah?” I grinned. “Why’s that?”
                  “I’ve seen her looking at my Sebastian,” Lydia explained. “It’s the same way that she looks at her father.”
                  “What are you implying?” I asked. “My father and my sister would never –“
                  “No, no,” she hushed me. “I’m just saying that I know those types of girls who enjoy manipulating men. Those are the girls I stay clear away from.”
                  “I see.”
                  “That’s why I