Page 10 of Clandestine

“Uh, I, I just needed a shower.” I stutter through the words. I can feel my cheeks flame hot, and I know he sees it too, judging by his smug smirk.

“Go right ahead.” He gestures with a nod of his chin.

“I can’t shower while you’re in here, freak.”

“Well, then don’t. I’m getting ready, you know, as the actual performer. In case you forgot, your schedule revolves around me and the band this week.”

He might as well have stuck his tongue out with that taunt. I don’t have any choice but to see his words as a challenge. I may be paid to be here, but I’m also not gonna let him think he’s winning at anything. Call it sibling rivalry.

I push farther into the bathroom so I can reach the shower. Colby seemingly resumes shaving his face, but at a much slower pace, glancing over his shoulder sneakily.

I give myself a mental pep talk for the line I’m about to cross.

Okay, so what? You planned to masturbate with the fancy shower head, and now your stepbrother is in the bathroom and refuses to leave. It’s fine.

Telling myself this isn’t anything new, I pull off my top. Colby has seen me in a swimsuit dozens of times. A bra isn’t much different, and he’ll give up and leave soon,right?

Next, I unbutton my shorts, letting them fall, but I don’t look back for Colby’s reaction. There’s a strangeness in the air while I dance over the line being crossed here, but I refuse to back down. With my heart pounding harder, I push open the fogged sliding glass door and shove it closed behind me. The opacity of the glass is enough that I can only see Colby’s silhouette, so I know he can’t see any of my actual bits through the door.

I take a deep breath before unfastening my bra and tossing it over the top of the door, and follow with my panties. I don’t try to gauge his reaction through the glass, but I do face the brunt of the first burst of cold water in silence. He won’t win whatever this is. The door clicks closed, and I wipe the glass to see there’s no broody stepbrother in sight. I should feel satisfied I won. Colby will see that I don’t bend to his will or his stink attitude. The satisfaction of said winning does nothing for my nerves, however.

Once the water is finally warm, I stick my head under the spray to soak my hair and close my eyes to rinse my face. I look at the fancy shower head above me that I swear is begging me to remove it from the holder and abuse it. My body hums with need between the ovulation desires and the three band members filling my mind. Eyes still closed, I bring the pressurized water down my torso, and my body jerks when the spray reaches mycenter. A small whine echoes through the tile bathroom while I grind my teeth to keep another from escaping. Colby may not be in the bathroom, but he’s probably still in the hotel room. My eyes squeeze tighter, using one hand to spread myself open and the other to hold the shower head to pulse against my clit.

Visions of Jackson wet in the shower earlier today fill my mind, and then another wave has me picturing Colby standing over the sink, half naked and covered in ink. My pussy clenches repeatedly, aching for the unknown feeling of either of them inside me, all while imagining I was the one Sydnee had pinned against the wall at the venue. None of what I’m doing is okay. Not only am I lusting after all three bandmates as I hold a shower head to my needy core, but I’m feeling my orgasm build even stronger to the thought of my stepbrother. It’s so fucked, no matter how badly every fiber of my being continues to chase this pleasure, his name at the tip of my tongue getting me even closer.

The deep space between my hips aches when I think of him. As if he’s still standing in the bathroom, I picture him stroking himself while watching me through the fogged glass. Not seeing enough, but knowing exactly what I’m doing, and maybe even why.

Another moan makes it past my lips, but my release is right there. My legs start to shake as it begins taking over my waist, and I bend in half as I come so fucking hard that it steals my breath.

My moans through my orgasm are definitely audible, and I just hope that the shower walls have a decent sound barrier. I ride the wave of pleasure for so long that my knees are practically made of Jell-O when I stand to return the shower head to the fixture. A figure behind the glass catches my eye, and my stomach drops to my fucking ass.

“I didn’t realize we were playing chicken, but you win, little sister,” Colby says in a raspy voice beforeactuallywalking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

EIGHT

SYDNEE

This whole trip has me hair brained for no fucking reason. I’m single, free to do as I please, and this festival is not only supposed to be fun, but also kick off the tour with a huge bang.

Instead, I’ve got a girl on my mind who my other two bandmates also won’t stop drooling over. This isn’t going to end well, and I can feel it. The same way I felt dissatisfaction in my chest when Hale saw me with the rando at the venue. Fuck me for trying to catch a rebound fling.

I haven’t known Hale for barely any time at all, but she isn’t the type of girl that youhaveto know for long. She shows you who she is up front, and I like it. She’s just real. She’s her bratty self, naturally and unapologetically. I’ve always been drawn to brats.

When I made eye contact with her while holding someone else, it struck something in me. After only knowing Hale for a fucking day, I know enough to know that Jackson is head over heels for her, Colby wants her so bad that he can’t see straight, and I’m…I don’t know what I am. Infatuated, I guess.

I’m fully aware that Colby is her stepbrother. I’m not gonna lie; I’m kinda into it. The whole forbidden aspect is hot as fuck. If I had a stepsister and she was as gorgeous as Hale, I’d probably wanna bang her too.

I wonder if they’d let me watch?

Let’s not go there, Syd. You’re making it fucking weird.

I reach the hotel door at the same time as Colby and Jackson, and the three of us enter just as it seems that Hale is getting dressed.

“What’s up, beautiful ladies? What are we doing tonight?” Jackson jokes like the cheeseball he tends to be.

“Not your lady, idiot,” I jab back and sigh.

“You could be my lady, just say the word,” he teases with ease.

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