Page 2 of Butterfly

Was it a little crazy to blame my new stepsister for wanting her? Sure. But it would save me.

“Leslie,” my father greeted her warmly, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her on the cheek. And even though I knew his affection toward her was nothing more than fatherly, I wanted to rip him away from her.

“Hi Paul,” she said fondly. Her voice was high and clear, wrapping around me with a sweetness that stabbed at my chest.

“Leslie, I’d like you to meet someone. This is Mason, my son.”

She tilted her head back to look up at me. Her face was warm and friendly. “I guess that makes you my stepbrother, doesn’t it!”

I caught myself licking my lips as I stared at hers, pink and full and begging for my cock. Instead, I laughed bitterly. “I see you get your intelligence from your mother.”

She reared back, offended. “Excuse me, what did you just say to me?”

“Mason,” my father warned.

I shrugged, showing her my teeth. “Sorry.”

Glaring, she shrugged, mirroring me. “Apology not accepted.”

I laughed despite myself. An aggressive butterfly, then.

Before she could snap at me again, Anna, her mother, appeared next to us. My father put his arm around the buxom blonde as well.

Leslie must take after her father, whatever had happened to him.

“Oh, I see you two have met!” Anna trilled happily. “I’m so glad. Mason, Leslie just graduated from The Brooklyn School of the Arts. Leslie, Mason is about to start his freshman year at Harvard. But you’ll both be home this summer, so Mason, I hope you can show her around town and give her the lay of the land.”

“Oh, I can give her the lay of the land, all right,” I said smoothly.

Leslie’s cheeks turned pink. “Mom, I thought we talked about this. I don’t want to spend the summer in Westchester. Bea said I could stay with her and her parents in Harlem. I’ll be closer to the dance studio that way…”

“Leslie! You spend all year with Bea, completely focused on dance. Don’t you want to spend some time with your family? Don’t you miss me?” her mom wheedled.

So she was a dancer. That explained the toned thighs, perfect posture, and ethereal way she moved.

It didn’t explain my desperate need to rip that dress off her and get my mouth between those toned thighs.

It wasn’t going to happen.

I wanted her gone, before I did something that we’d both regret.

“Excuse me,” I said. “But I need to be somewhere right now.”

“But we haven’t even gotten to the toasts yet!” Anna protested.

My father stared at me.

I nodded my head toward Tiffanie, my on-again, off-again girlfriend I’d forgotten on the side of the dance floor the moment I’d seen Leslie dancing. She was glaring at us, mouth pinched in a frown.

“I’ve been a bad boyfriend and left my date alone. She deserves some of my time, no?”

Anna relaxed, smiling. “Oh, that’s nice. Young love,” she trilled. “Maybe you can double-date with Leslie and her boyfriend, Spencer.”

There was no way in hell I’d be doing that.

From the expression on Leslie’s face, she felt the same way.

“Nice to meet you, Lily,” I said.

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