Butterfly

by Jo Brenner

Some people pinned butterflies to keep them close. I was going to make this one fly far, far away. After all, she was the most beautiful girl I’d seen in my entire life. I wanted her more than I wanted anything. And I hated her for it.

“Mason, what are you doing?” God, my voice sounded breathy. “I don’t know,” he admitted, finally releasing me. “But I recommend you stay away from me before things get even more out of hand.” I should’ve listened to him.

My cock went hard at the association. My butterfly wanted a daddy? She’d get one.

“You still don’t get it, butterfly. You made my life hell because I couldn’t have you. Not when we were both under our parents’ roof. But I’m done with that. I’m taking what’s mine.”

“I swear to god, butterfly, if you let another man touch my pussy, there will be hell to pay. For both you—and him.”

“Why would I keep eating McDonald’s, when there’s a five-star, gourmet meal, right within reach?”

“We need to stop.” He tsked. “I’m not stopping until you come on my fingers, butterfly. So you better come, if you don’t want anyone to see me fingering your filthy, sloppy pussy.”

I had plans for my stepsister—the long-term, own-her-forever, lock her down with a ring and plant-fucking-babies in her kind of plans.

“Did you learn Disney for me?” I asked, shock making me forget my lust for a second. He kissed my forehead again, nuzzling my hair. “Butterfly, I’d learn how to pilot a rocket ship, if I thought it would make you happy.”

There’s nothing more desirable in the world than you. You’re perfect to me, and nothing you do will ever change that. I need you. I’ve always needed you, since I first laid eyes on you. I love you, Leslie.”

“I know we’re young. I know we have a difficult path ahead of us. But I can’t see my life without you—haven’t been able to since I saw you spinning on the dance floor at our parents’ wedding. I’m not a good man, but I’ll be the best man I can be for you. I promise.”