Page 18 of Baked

Pose with my intentions?It took me a few seconds to really break down his words and understand what he meant. And thanks to the music, my body gently morphed into a comfortable state, moving and twisting in a way that just felt natural to me. I tossed my hair around, posing as I smiled and laughed. Haze took photo after photos, the camera flashing almost each time as I moved and began to feel at ease.

He slowly stepped closer, and a random idea hit me. “Wait. If I’m with someone in their room, then I really need it to lookreal. Authentic.” I looked down at my overalls and nervously unsnapped the straps one by one, exposing my body and the lacey black sports bra under his oversized leather jacket. It was a little awkward, but I needed it to seem legit. And I needed to relax. “There. Now that’s more believable.” I continued to pose in the chair as Haze captured each moment.

Haze glanced at me over the phone, looking over the photos he had taken. “These are good, but I feel like you need more.” He sat for a minute in his thoughts. “I know what will really do the trick. Get on the bed.” I did as he asked, slowly approaching his large bed. My fingers grazed the dark comforter as I wondered how many women he had here. All these years, I’d never seen him with any, aside from Mary-Jane, but even she didn’t get this privilege to be in his room. “Sit.” I sat on the edge of the bed. Haze stepped close, gently spreading my legs as he stood between them, the phone in his hand peering down at me in a very interesting angle. “Now, pose for me. Show me just how wicked you really are, Indigo. Show me how much you want to hurt your boyfriend and how sickly obsessed you are for me, little sis.”

I knew he was only trying to set the tone and help me melt into the moment, but something about his words, the way he spoke them, hit me in a way I never anticipated.

My head gently dipped back as I modeled for my brother, eventually placing my hands on either side of me to show I had basically nothing on under his jacket. He took more photos, silently capturing my poses like a fucking artist. And I wanted to look perfect for him, his wicked little muse.

Haze stopped, scrolling through the images. “These are better, but I still think we can do more.”

“How?” I sheepishly asked.

He turned to look at me, walking close before pushing me back onto his bed. I hit the comforter with a loud gasp as myhair sprawled in every direction. Haze carefully crawled over me, tucking my torso between his knees. He leaned over my face, nearly catching my breath, and started styling my hair around me.

“W-what’re you doing?” I whispered, his smell choking my nostrils as my cheeks burned.

“Just trust me.” A few minutes later, he leaned back and pulled his phone back out, taking more photos of me. “Let’s take a video. It’ll make it seem more believable.” I bit my lip. “Just relax and smile for the camera. Remember, you want Carter to think you’re in another man’s bed, doing things he could only dream of you doing with him. You want him to burn with jealousy. Now, sell it, Indi. Show him how much better your life is without him, how much better this other man makes you feel.” The flash turned on as I heard the recording begin. I instantly smiled, doing what I typically did for my subscribers, but this time, I wasn’t performing for them. I was looking past the blinding light and staring directly into my twin’s eyes. I was performing for Haze. And it didn’t feel forced or fake like it normally did. It felt…real.

Without even thinking, I reached out, grabbing the buckle of his belt, tugging him closer, biting the tip of my finger. His body rocked as he continued to record, his face hidden behind the bright light. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it felt right, and I was determined to fucking sell it.

The light suddenly shut off and my vision was partially blinded from the brightness. It quickly returned as he began to record again, only this time he leaned down and grabbed my neck. At first it startled me, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. So I relaxed and let him slightly choke me. It felt oddly good, the warmth of his skin wrapped perfectly around my neck, constricting my breathing ever so lightly. My mouth fell into a gasp and as his thumb rubbed over my lower lip, I couldn’thelp but smile. His thumb rubbed my lower lip as I grinned, enjoying his touch. I lost myself in the moment and stuck my tongue out. He pressed his thumb against it, gently pressing it into my mouth as I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck, performing for the camera.

His thighs tightened their grip around my torso as he filmed me, taking photos as he recorded me sucking him. My pelvis rocked while I moaned, my pussy suddenly aching as I forgot who we were.

The veins on his arm bulged as he, too, moaned softly. “Such a good girl,” he whispered harshly from behind the phone. I wasn’t sure if he meant it, or was just faking it for the video, but either way, I ate that shit up.

The flashed turned off as he slowly pulled his hand back, dragging it along my sternum. “Now—” He stood. “Take off those fucking overalls. I have another idea.”

Haze backed from the bed as I kicked the baggy overalls from my legs and revealed a matching pair of black lace panties. I felt awkward being so exposed to him, but I kept telling myself that he was doing this to help me. Nothing else.

Haze watched me closely, motioning his fingers as he silently told me to turn over. Swallowing, I obeyed him and rolled onto my knees, facing away from him. He stepped closer and ran his hand up along my spine. The sensual touch made my heart jolt and skin prickle. “Scoot back,” he whispered. I crawled backwards, my ass slamming into his pelvis. “There.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see him raise the phone. I felt weird, unsure if this was something we should be doing. “Haze?” He looked down at me. “Are you sure?”

He remained quiet for a few seconds. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But if you want to make your boyfriend jealous, then I suggest you listen to what I say and let me take control. Now, relax and let yourself just enjoy the moment. And let’s make thatfucker regret everything he’s ever done, ‘cause I know after he seesthis,he’s going to seethe with absolute jealousy.”

“But…” I hesitated. “Is this wrong?”

Haze brushed his hair back, pulling a rolled joint from his jeans. He lit it, taking his time to inhale. He then crawled over my back, completely covering me with his hot body, and grabbed my face, forcing my mouth open as he blew a cloud of smoke straight into my mouth. I closed my eyes, inhaling as hard as possible, coughing faintly.

“It’s just pictures,” he whispered, placing the joint between his lips. My eyes stared into his, knowing there was no real harm in what we were doing. And any enjoyment I felt was an added bonus to pissing off Carter. Haze blew another cloud into my face, leaning back as he positioned himself behind me. “We good?”

My body buzzed, relaxing as the drug took effect on me. “Perfect.”

Haze gripped my waist, yanking me against his body as I gasped. He then pulled his phone back up and aimed it at me. “Now, perform for me.” The flash turned as he began to record.

His hand gripped my ass, causing me to cry out unexpectedly, but it didn’t stop me. Instead, it charged me. I leaned back into him, raising my ass higher. My back arched while I whipped my hair and turned slightly to smile at the camera, knowing just how much this would drive Carter insane. Haze slapped my ass with a loud grunt and I moaned, knowing he was recording me.

That’s right, listen to me moan, Carter. Hear just how good a real man makes me feel.

Fuck, it felt good, moving and performing like I was.

Haze took a few photos of me and continued recording, reaching out as he wrapped his hand through my long hair and tugged, pulling my head high. I gasped out loud, clawing into hisbedding as he did so, enjoying it a little too much. It sounded like he was moaning, but between my heavy breathing, the weed, and the music, it was hard to tell. Maybe I was just imagining it. But why? Did I want to make him moan?

Stop thinking and just fucking live in the moment.And I did.

Haze stopped recording, showing me the videos and photos as he smoked. I couldn't help but to squeal and cover my smile, beyond pleased with what we had so far. “Carter is going to fucking die when he sees these!” I bounced excitedly. Haze just smiled. I hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me back, his hands gliding along my lower back. “Wait—” I pulled back, looking up at him. “I have an idea.”

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