Chapter 6
STACEY
Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol
The bass rattles through the floorboards as “Eyes Without A Face,” by Billy Idol blares through the speaker. I scan the room, glow-in the dark balloons adorn the space, bodies grind on each other. People gather around the dinner table, watching as a group of jocks play beer pong against each other.
My grip tightens around my red solo cup, when I notice Sam isn’t amongst the crowd.
Something wicked shoots down my spine as I brush back my perfectly curled hair.
The gloss on my lips sticks together from how tightly I'm pursing them before I relax them into the fakest smile I can conjure.
My neon jumpsuit and tutu outfit with matching hot pink leg warmers is hot.
My tits look great in the tight spandex.
My blue eye shadow is perfectly done. My hair is bouncy. I look perfect.
I am perfect.
One of the joys of being Queen Bee is never letting anyone see the crack beneath the beauty. Smoothing out my features, I walk towards the crowd. The party is chaotic, and searching through the darkness is not making it any better. But I need to see him.
“Looking good, Stace,” one of jocks slurs, leaning on the corner of the table after completely missing his shot.
I smile gracefully wishing he would just politely fuck off.
“Wanna go somewhere pri—” Yeah, this is where it ends.
I don’t bother listening to the remainder of his words before I turn away and walk towards the kitchen.
On my way there, everyone stares at me. Everyone knows this is my party. My rules. My house and my night. And yet, somehow it doesn’t feel like it. Because the most important person is missing… and something tells me—it’s because of her.
The new bitch. Jessica.
The girl with the bad attitude, split ends, and thrift store boots.
Nothing like his type. I should know. Yet, something sets off alarm bells within my head.
Just the thought of her thinking she can slither her way into my circle, has my blood boiling with rage.
My hands grip my cup tighter and tighter until warm beer inside spills onto my hand.
She thinks I don’t notice how she looks at Sam.
How she’s hanging around us— around him.
Then I spot them, hanging outside on the deck looking over the lake.
It feels like a punch to the gut, that’s our spot.
My brother and I haven’t always had it easy.
Our parents suck. But we always have each other.
And when the fighting gets too bad we always end up out there, on the deck, together.
It’s our fucking safe space. My stomach turns, and I chuck the cup onto the ground.
Slowly, I stalk around everyone, my eyes fixed on the way she gives him a shy smile that screams ‘Pick me. Want me. Fuck me.’
Pathetic.
I slip out the back door, the cold night air greeting me and making my skin pebble underneath my dress.
Sam is smiling, smoking, and looking at her with adoration and something that should definitely not fucking be there.
Sam is mine. Everyone knows it. They just think it’s a normal twin connection, but they are so wrong.
“Yo, Stacey, great party, girl,” some random bitch I don’t know says as she steps in my way. Pulling me out of the hunt, my lips stretch into a smile. So foreign that I'm sure it’s uncanny.
“Thanks,” I manage to bite out, restraining myself enough to answer, whatever she sees in my face or notices in my tone is enough to make her pull her hand away and smile awkwardly. “It’s amazing to be part of this party.”
“Who are you?” I ask, finally having enough of this small talk. She blinks, not knowing what to answer I assume. It’s a bitchy question, but I’m aggravated, and to add to my mood, I can’t fucking see them anymore.
“It’s Milly, I help with your science homework.”
“Oh, that’s right. Milly, can you make yourself useful and see your way out of my face.”
I storm past her, I’m beyond pissed. Walking toward the edge of the trees, I close my eyes and try to focus on anything but the sound of the music coming from inside or the roaring flush of blood in my ears. Anything.
My twin sense tingles, it’s an odd sensation that screams when he’s near. My eyes snap open towards the direction of the shed that contains Mother’s gardening tools. My breath hitches and my heart races as I slowly move towards it. That’s when I hear it, the sound smacks me into reality.
Jessica’s moans mingle heavily in the air, and my heart sinks, but not before shattering. Of course, he’s hooked up with plenty, but never on my nights. Rage surges through me, and my brain short circuits trying to process what I’m seeing.
I must be drugged… drunk. Anything to explain seeing her legs wrapped around his waist, his black shirt half off while her fingers dig into his back, claiming him.
My Sam. My twin. Mine.
A bitter laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it.
Using my hand, I cover my mouth, trying to stop the bile while menacing laughter works its way up.
Jessica's head snaps towards me, her brown eyes wide as Sam quickly scrambles off her.
“Fuck, Stace,” he mutters, followed by a fling of curses as he pulls up his jeans.
Jessica’s cheeks turn red, and my head angles to the side as I inspect her like a science project. I cross my arms over my chest, savoring their panic. “Cute,” I finally say. “You sure get around for a new girl.”
“Stacey, I— “ Jessica tries to speak but is silenced by Sam, who gives her a warning look before shifting his focus back to me. “I’ll handle my sister,” he mutters before dragging a hand down his beautiful face.
“Save it.” My smile doesn’t reach my eyes as I respond to my other half. “There’s no need to explain to me why you’re cheating on your girlfriend.” I drag out the last word, the taste bitter in my mouth. “Don’t stop on my account, big brother, I was just bored.”
Sam opens his mouth to reply, but I turn around and walk back out of the shed, slamming the door behind me.
My hands shake from the anger, all while my stomach continues to do somersaults inside me.
Turning and turning. My feet grow heavy with each step, the warmth of a tear slides down my face, and I quickly wipe it away.
Making my way towards the inside, I look for the only source of comfort left. Two can play that game. Now he will learn how I feel—through the darkness I spot just who I was looking for. Paul.
Surrounded by his idiot friends, all of them laughing as Paul chugs a can of beer.
The sight nearly makes me puke, watching the liquid pour from the corner of his mouth, down his neck and drenching his white shirt.
Sauntering over to him, the boys whistle, but I’m a predator, and tonight, Paul is my prey.
“You.” I tug on the collar of his shirt. “Come with me. Nicole is looking for you.” It’s a lie of course, but can’t have the team gossiping before I can fuck him. Paul’s grins deepens, his thick brow arching as he wets his lips. “Lead the way.”
So I do.
I lead him through the crowd, making sure to find a spot where Sam can spot me.
Where he can see. In my room, my twin will come to me, that I’m sure of, and the door will be left open for him to step inside.
Suddenly, I’m pulled backwards, and the stench of beer and weed invades my lungs as Paul tightens his grip around my waist.
“Where are you taking me, little fox?” he whispers in my ear. “I highly doubt Nicole is upstairs.”
My reply to him is my ass pushing up against him, giving him a hint of where we are going and an inclination of what we will be doing.
He chuckles in my ear before taking a soft nip at my ear.
The sensation sends electricity through my body and I shiver.
Paul kisses my neck, the contact causing flutters between my legs and warmth to pump through my body.
“I’ve been dying to fuck you,” he moans, pushing my body into his before letting me go and slapping my ass, urging me to go up the stairs.
We step inside my room, and Paul barely closes the door before I’m on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crushing my lips into his.
The feeling is foreign, but still, I lean into him.
His mouth devours mine, and his tongue battles for dominance inside my mouth. The taste of beer and weed fills my taste buds, Paul’s hands greedily roam my body until they land on my ass right before he picks me up and slams me on the bed.
I’m breathless, licking my lips. My eyes are heavy from the lust of watching as his eyes devour me, and then his hand moves towards his belt buckle. “Damn, Stace–”
“Shh, don’t talk. Your tongue is only good for one thing right now.”
That’s all it takes for his restraint, which he barely had in the first place, to snap. He drops to his knees, placing a hand on each of my knees and spreading me open like a book. Fuck! I throw my head back and picture Sam’s toned ass contracting with each thrust as he rutted into that whore.
Thankfully, Paul's warm tongue is a quick relief, dragging me out of my head and anchoring me to this moment. He uses his finger to move my leotard to the side. I didn’t bother wearing anything underneath, giving him easy access to my pussy.
His tongue laps at me without finesse but with an eagerness that makes my toes curl all the same.
Teeth softly graze my clit as he fucks my cunt with his hungry tongue.
A moan escapes my lips, as I grind down on his face, making sure to rub myself on the firmness of his nose.
My core begins to clench as he slides a single finger inside me.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking tight,” he moans between licks.
The music from downstairs filters into the room.
I close my eyes, beginning to rock my hips against Paul’s face as I picture someone else entirely.
I don’t want Paul, I want him—Sam. I want him to be between my legs.
His thick fingers pumping in and out of me, his mouth sucking at my hardened nub as he drives me towards delirium.
I don’t want just anyone.
I want my brother.
My twin.
My soulmate.
Warmth sparks in my core and my walls flutter as I picture my big brother pinning me down and holding me by the throat as he demands my virginity.
I imagine it’s prom—I was crowned queen and he was crowned king.
We’re the perfect couple. And now he wants to make it official.
I imagine myself crying out as he enters me, tearing me with his thick cock.
I bet he’d hurt me, but in the best possible way.
“Scream for me, Prom Queen,” my twin brother tells me as he thrusts inside me roughly.
Paul moans between my thighs, pulling me from my fantasy. Fucker. His hand cups my tits over the spandex, and the other snakes beneath it until he finds my nipple.
“Yes,” I breathe when he pinches it between his fingers, rolling it as I grind on him. Before I know it, my orgasm hits me. I cry out as ecstasy rolls through me. Wave after wave of pleasure seizing my body.
And the entire time, all I can think of is my brother.
“That was awesome.” Paul smirks as he rises to his feet from beneath me. “My turn.”
“Not a fucking chance,” a voice booms from the doorway.
My eyes fly open, clashing with a fiery emerald gaze. Sam is standing in the doorway watching. My big brother looks downright murderous.