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HAZE

“Now that looks much better.” I tapped the top of the freshly baked bread with the tip of my finger, the hot bread burning me slightly. “Yes,” I shouted, the blunt in my mouth nearly falling as I did so. “Shit!” I took an eager hit, placing the nearly gone joint down on the small green ashtray. “Oh, look at that! Just the right amount of butter brushed along the top gave it the perfect golden crisp. You see that, Kush?” My head turned to see the oversized black cat struggling to reach the ashtray. “Kush, no.” I shook my head, pushing the ashtray away. “You can’t have the blunt!” The obese cat meowed at me, his ears falling in frustration. “Don’t you take that tone with me.”

“Scolding the cat again?” Her voice entered the room as she stepped into the kitchen. My heart nearly jumped at the sight of her, standing there dressed in a black and floral cami dress way too short and tight to be worn outside the walls of our apartment. I had to force my eyes away, pretending the sight of her breasts bulging from the dress didn’t excite me. She tossed her black hair, styled perfectly, over her bare shoulder.

“Indi,” I whispered.

Three years had passed since our night together. We spent the first one avoiding each other, pretending everything was normal. Eventually, she came around, convinced nothing had happened between us, eventually returning to how things were. Only this time, we were closer. After she graduated college, we got an apartment together to save money. She thought it was convenient that we worked in the same city now, this new arrangement making her life easier, when in reality I made it happen. She thought I gave her space, done as she asked, but truthfully, I had shadowed her every move since that night. While she spent years avoiding me, I spent them lining everything up perfectly, curating my life to hers to ensure we wound up together. Even if it was only as roommates. For now.

“Who’s a pretty kitty?” she cooed, squishing the poor cat’s face. “Such a pretty boy!” She opened the kitchen drawer, pulling out a small bag of weed.

“Hey!” I tried to stop her, but she only smiled, sprinkling a small pinch over the cat as it purred and began to roll around in the vibrant green residue as if it were just ordinary catnip.

Fucking cat.

“You know you’re the reason he’s so fucking overweight. You spoil him.” I snatched the bag from her hand. “Next time, use your own weed.”

Indi giggled, petting the cat as she rolled around. “Oh, but Haze has the better weed. Isn’t that right, Kushy Kush?” The cat purred, stretching his stubby legs out as she bent over, scratching his stomach.

My eyes took advantage of the moment, sneaking a peek to see her wearing a thin black lace thong. Her ass looked scrumptious, knowing how much she prided herself on her image and her body. Indi worked in town for spare cash, but her main gig was modeling for subscribers. She was really good at it, but it was a struggle to be around. She would do shoots and recordings in her room, thinking I had no idea. She had a large following on social media, and always acted like that’s where her money came from, but I wasn’t stupid. I had been following her real career from the beginning, watching her lives when I could, silently viewing all her content subscribed under a fake name. A profile that was currently one of her highest contributors, and she had no idea. I used an old Halloween mask she’d forgotten about and hid my face. I’d send her messages and pics at times, much like her other followers. But thanks to my high bidding, I got more one-on-one time with her. Oh, the things she did, the photos she posted—it was unbelievable. Her body was something she took pride in, as she should, and only made me want her more.

Indi sat up, turning to face me as I pretended to be more focused on the bread I made. “This smells amazing!” She inhaled, closing her eyes. I bit my lip. “What’s in it? It’s herbal but—” she asked, looking up at me, trying to pinpoint the smell.

“Rosemary. I baked it into the dough.” I removed my apron, shirtless and wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants underneath. I noticed Indi’s eyes dash down south for a brief second.

Oh, you can look all you want, little sis. Fuck, focus Haze.

“Where are you heading to dressed like that?” My eyebrow rose as I crossed my arms. She was too focused on Kush, now high, to notice my gaze.

I stared at her attire, the small dress barely covering her body, hugging and complementing it in all the best ways. The tiny straps and low cut front only emphasized her large and perfect breasts, and the velvet red material beneath the sheer black floral lace matched her lipstick perfectly. Her various tattoos were on full display all throughout her arms, legs, and neck, adding this dangerous look to her beauty. I had to adjust myself, pretending she didn’t make me horny as fuck.

“Carter is picking me up. We’re going out tonight.” Indi grabbed her purse and pulled her phone from it, groaning as she scrolled.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just—” She looked at me for a second before forcing a smile. “It’s nothing. You know Carter.”

Fucking Carter. He was Indi’s current boyfriend. Another prick who begged for her attention until she finally gave them attention, only to turn out to be a major douche who only dated her for sex. He treated her like shit, like they always did. I tried to tell her. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was her brother, or our past, but she always ignored me. The topic of her boyfriends eventually became off limits, and if I wanted to keep her here with me, I had to bite my tongue and watch every dick she paraded around, the relationships eventually all failing as I picked up the pieces. I didn’t mind being there for her, I always was, but I hated seeing how much these fuckboys tore her down. None of them deserved her. And Carter had been the worst. He had her wrapped around his tiny dick, convincing her she had all these problems and needed to fix herself to be good enough for him. I’d never seen a man manipulate such a strong and confident woman, making her question everything. The way he made her work so hard to prove her feelings for him, jumping through hoops and always hanging onto his words. It was wrong. And I wanted to put that bitch ass in his place, but I couldn’t. Not unless she wanted me to.

A knock at the door whipped my feelings back as Indi rushed to open it. Her smile dropped immediately as she saw Carter standing there with Mary-Jane, the redhead tugging his gaudy gold chain. I knew seeing them there must’ve upset Indi.

“Indi!” Mary-Jane squealed, pretending nothing happened, while jumping to hug her. “You look amazing! Oh, Carter here was just telling me you guys have plans for tonight!” She flashed a look at Carter, the blonde douche returning the smile. Mary-Jane pulled back and stepped between Indi and him as she made her way to me. I noticed his eyes following her, eventually meeting mine as his smile dropped.

That’s right, I see you.

“So good to see you too, Mary-Jane,” Indi drawled, looking back at me. I could see the disappointment in her eyes. It only made me happy, knowing my situationship with Mary-Jane bothered her so much. And if Mary-Jane could be relied on for anything, it was ruining Indi’s relationships, which I was game for. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

Carter looked back at me, his face stone cold. “Haze.” God, I fucking hated him.

“Carter.” Indi and him left, closing the door behind.

“Oooo, what have you been up to?” Mary-Jane bobbed her bright red hair, smelling the bread that had finally cooled a bit. “Ew, what is that?”

“Rosemary.”

“Not a fan.” She popped onto the counter, pulling her phone out, noticing Kush now passed out on the floor. “Your cat looks dead.”

I bent down, cradling the overweight cat. He purred, snuggling closer. “Nah, just so high he crashed. Indi gave him a bit of my stash again.”

Mary-Jane rolled her eyes. “I love your sister but that Carter can do so much better.”

Excuse me?

I carefully placed Kush on the couch, wiping the flour residue from the bread across my sweatpants as I approached her. She smiled, widening her legs to let me stand between them. “Oooo, hello daddy.”

A fake smile flashed across my face, quickly falling as I grabbed her neck. She immediately began to panic, trying to peel my fingers from her body as I only tightened my grip.

“H-Haze?—”

I leaned in close, whispering into her heavily pierced ear. “I’d watch your fucking mouth if I were you. You might fuck me, but I’m not your boyfriend. And you have no fucking right to speak about my sister in such a way.” Mary-Jane struggled, gasping as her eyes began to water. “Now, do the one thing your pretty little mouth is good for, and get on your fucking knees.” My hand aggressively released her neck as she coughed, gasping for air.

Mary-Jane eyed me as she slid from the counter and fell to her knees, pulled her head back, and began doing exactly as I asked. I pulled my aching dick from my sweats, grabbed a handful of her vibrant red hair, and shoved my dick into her hot mouth. Her nails dug into my lower back as she began to suck me off, gliding her tongue along my shaft and licking the tip. I closed my eyes, pretending it was Indi’s mouth.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. The idea of her pretty wet mouth being wrapped around my dick nearly sent me over. I grabbed Mary-Jane’s head and began to take control, shoving my dick deeper until it bounced off the back of her throat. “Take my dick,” I grunted, fucking her face harder and faster. “Take it!” Mary-Jane moaned with me, my dick unable to hold back or resist as I began to come hard into her throat, thinking of Indi. I could feel myself squirting down her esophagus as she began to gag. “Oh no, you swallow every last drop.” My pace slowed, my dick flexed inside her mouth as I continued to cum. “Swallow,” I growled. I could feel her throat contracting as she did so, ingesting every last drop of me, licking me clean. I eventually pulled away, panting.

“Someone really needed that,” she stated with a smile, rising as she wiped her mouth. I watched her, wondering if she had any idea that despite her pretty face and attractive body, she did nothing for me.

“What’re you doing here?” I asked, wiping my dick.

“I came to see you, silly.” Mary-Jane inched closer, stepping to her toes to kiss me. I turned my head away and rejected her. Her smile immediately fell. “Seriously? You can eat my ass, but I can’t kiss you after you fuck my face?” She rolled her eyes. “I will never understand you, Haze.”

“That might be for the better.” I sat down on the couch next to Kush, pulling the large green bong to my lap. Mary-Jane watched as I lit the bowl and inhaled, watching the smoke fill the neck.

“Can we not?” She huffed as I lifted the bowl and inhaled as deep as possible, letting the smoke fill my lungs. “Seriously? You need to get high right now?”

I tried to let the smoke settle before responding, coughing lightly. “Who said I wasn’t already high?”

“Jesus, Haze! Is this really what you want in life? To sit around, bake and… well… get baked?”

Is that really a question?

“I was really hoping we could go out tonight, like a real couple, and then maybe get some drinks and have some nice sex. Is that too much to ask for?” Even when upset, she was still pretty. But Indi was right all those years ago. Redheads weren’t my thing.

“Mary-Jane—” I coughed. “I already told you. I’m not your boyfriend. And I never will be. We can fuck around, but this ”—I motioned to myself—“is the best you’re going to get.”

“You know, if Indi asked you to go out with her tonight, you would.” I knew she was trying to hurt my feelings, but her jealousy of my sister only made me smile. And she wasn’t wrong.

“Too bad I already got plans.” I looked down and began to pet Kush, still sound asleep.

“Sitting around smoking with your high, fat cat isn't plans! Damn it, Haze, when will you ever grow up!” Mary-Jane stomped around before pulling out her phone. “Well, if you don’t fucking take me out, someone else will!”

“Have fun!” I shouted as she groaned. Mary-Jane flipped me off and slammed the apartment door behind her in a huff. It made me laugh.

“Poor Mary-Jane.” I spoke to Kush. “If only she knew I don’t plan to sit around here all night. Even if you are great company, you old putters.” I looked at my phone, opening the maps to find where Indi was. “Nah. I got bigger plans for my evening.”

Indi and Carter were out at a nearby bar. I knew they’d be there for a few hours and eventually make their way to his place. As they always did. And I fully intended to be there when they arrived.

“See you soon, little sis.”

Carter and Indi rolled up in his ridiculous sports car, his music blaring as he pulled past me. I could tell they weren’t getting along as I watched from the shadows, my face hidden behind a classic ghostface-like mask. The garage door closed as they got out, exchanging a light argument. I crept around the modern home, slithering past the fence, and entered the backyard. Carter was a classic nepo baby, which meant he drove the most overpriced cars and lived in a home way too big for him. But the bonus to his ridiculousness was that he had a huge yard and never used most of it, which meant I could sneak around and be hidden by the trees and foliage surrounding the home. It was perfect, and I had learned over time the best way to move without being seen. It had become my routine, following them back here. It started as me simply shadowing Indi to ensure he didn’t hurt her, but eventually it turned into me watching them, seeing them fuck, and being a little too turned on by it. Now, I would wait in the shadows and masturbate to them having sex, pretending it was me Indi was getting off to. My favorite place had become my usual spot just outside his bedroom window. It was perfect, allowing me to sit back in the shadows and watch without a single soul knowing I was there.

Indi walked into the bedroom, tossing her purse aside as her shoes were now in her hands. She seemed upset, shouting back towards the door. Carter quickly followed, his shirt partially unbuttoned exposing his ridiculous chain as he seemed to shout back. The two argued for a brief bit before Carter aggressively grabbed her by the neck. The motion made my body stiffen and blood boil. I began to walk closer, ready to break into this fucker’s home and beat him senseless. I watched closely as Indi stared at him, spitting words. He made a face and let her go, stopping me in my tracks.

You lucky bastard.

The two argued a bit more before Carter sat on his bed, his head falling to his hands. She hesitated, approaching him before kneeling on the ground, apologizing and hugging him. It was clear what was happening. Carter was doing his usual moves, making Indi feel bad for being herself and manipulating her into being the bad guy when, truthfully, it was him. It was always him.

Fucking Carter.

He watched her, soaking in her apologies and guilt, waiting for her to make the next move. And she did, as she always did.

Indi stood, unzipping her dress, carefully undressing and taking her time, her back to me as she kicked it aside. Carter watched her, enjoying this hold he had over her. It made me sick, but seeing Indi’s ass and bare back only excited me, and I was ready to handle myself, even if it meant watching her fuck this prick.

I ducked further into the shadows and unzipped my pants, releasing my suddenly hardened dick, holding it in my grasp. I watched her intently, stroking myself as she crawled over Carter and straddled him, kissing him. She took full control, and I rather enjoyed it.

That’s right. Take charge, show him who the real fucking boss is, little sis.

My hand rubbed faster, squeezing and adjusting the pressure as I neared the tip, pressing harder. My body ached and jolted at my own touch. “Oh fuck.” I eyed her through the mask as she pushed Carter back, flipping her body around, straddling him in a reverse cowgirl. I had to bite my lower lip to restrain my moans, watching her retrieve his dick and insert it slowly into her tight pussy, her breasts perky and perfectly on display for me. “Oh,” I moaned faintly. My tip dripped with precum as I consumed the sight of her riding him. Her breasts bounced and moved, her face twisting as I knew she was moaning, pleasing herself with his tiny dick. He laid there, letting her fully take control like the simp he was. Fuck, he didn’t deserve her. She was way too fucking good for him.

Just pretend he’s me, little sis. Imagine it’s me you’re riding. I’ll be your horse, you wicked little cowgirl.

My pace and pressure increased, my own orgasm growing as I listened to her faint moans seeping through the large glass window of Carter’s room. I had to grab the side of the nearby tree to stabilize myself as I almost came. “Fuck,” I breathed, pulling a small jar from my jacket pocket. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I was almost too late, barely holding back as the tip of my dick touched the cold jar, rupturing as my cum sputtered from my body and began to fill the jar with my orgasm. My back leaned back as I milked myself, pulling every bit from my dick into the jar, thinking of her. “Oh fuck.”

It took me a few minutes to calm down from the high. My hand stroked my shaft a few more times, ensuring I got every last drop before closing the jar and admiring how much I came. “Only for you,” I smiled, looking back towards Indi. For a second, I felt like she could see me watching her. Her face twisted as she cried out and came, staring out past the window in my direction. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she did see me. But she didn’t.

One day.