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FOUR

INDI

The ring light was perfectly positioned, igniting the whole room in a bright, white light. My phone was clipped in the center, the camera flipped as I tried to position myself, but I was struggling. The angle I needed wasn’t working with the stand, and I started to get really upset. It didn’t help that Carter and I had been fighting for a few days. I had come across his post of him at a bar with a bunch of other women last week, noticing that Mary-Jane had liked the post. It wouldn’t have bothered me so much if he hadn’t just sent me a text beforehand telling me I needed to stop liking other men’s posts, uploading sexual content, and to remove myself from the platform that paid me to do so. He was such a hypocrite, going out and surrounding himself with women who did basically the same fucking thing as me, but then degrading me for it. He hated what I did and who I was until we were alone in his bedroom, and then suddenly, he wanted that very thing from me. He’d act like what I did hurt him so badly I had to make up for it, and the only way to do so was by treating me like I was his little whore. And like every other guy before him, I always fell for it, desperate to feel loved. Well, not this time. This time, I was going to fight back. If Carter didn’t want me to post photos of myself all over, that just meant I was about to flood his newsfeed with them, posting the raunchiest to my social media to not only piss him off, but feel good about myself. Only, I was struggling to get my head in the right mindset and find the right angles. I knew what I wanted to do but figuring out what exactly to post was the real challenge. I needed to post something that would really make him jealous. But what?

“Shit!” I accidentally knocked the ring light over as my phone bounced onto the hardwood. I rushed to pick it up, noticing my screen was cracked. “Oh, fuck me!”

Great, now I can’t take anything and I’m going to have to replace the screen.

The bedroom door creaked open as Kush rushed inside to me, meowing. My head spun to then notice Haze silently standing in the doorway. He quickly grabbed the chunky cat, knocking the bedroom door wide open. “My bad. This little man ran off with a mouthful of my stash.” I smiled as if everything was normal, but I knew my face gave me away. “Everything okay?” He looked down at my hand, holding the cracked phone.

“No,” I breathed. “My fucking stand fell and then I broke my phone. Now I can’t take photos for—” I stopped. Haze didn’t know about my subscription and what I truly did for a living. “Social media.”

“I see. And is there any particular reason you’re wanting to take photos dressed like that?” He pointed in my direction. I was wearing a lacey black sports bra under baggy, camouflage overalls, purposely leaving most of my midriff and chest exposed. My cheeks burned.

“Well—” I cleared my throat. “I was hoping to post something that would make Carter jealous and feel like shit.” I made a face. Haze raised a brow. “Don’t judge me!”

“Oh, I am so not judging!” He raised his hands in a playfully defensive way as Kush jumped down and stumbled away. “But if you’re trying to make another man jealous, dressing like that isn’t going to do it.”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I crossed my arms in a huff.

“Nothing.” He grinned. “But if you really want to piss him off, the best way to do it is not by just showing your skin, it’s by fucking with his mind.”

Fucking with his mind?

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Haze stepped further into the room. “You want to drive this man crazy? Don’t just post sexy pictures of yourself. Post yourself with another man.” He sat me down on the edge of the bed, looking down as he spoke to me. “For example.” He removed his leather jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. “Wearing another man’s jacket will make him go batshit crazy. He’ll sit and stir, wondering if you hooked up with the owner. Then his thoughts will fall down a dark rabbit hole, thinking about the idea of the two of you together, seeing it so clear in his mind, questioning everything he’s ever done wondering if he is the reason you ran into another man’s arms. It’s torture. And if you really want to fuck him up—” He tipped my chin up towards him. The look in his eyes was something I had caught glimpses of over the last few years. It was dangerous and scaring the shit out of me, as if he was looking down at me like I was his. But deep down, I think I liked it.

“You post pictures of another man just out of frame with your body wrapped around him as if you’re having the best fucking time of your life without your precious little boyfriend.” I had to swallow. “Show him what exactly he’s missing.”

“So,” I whispered, “I need to make him jealous by posing with someone else?”

“Not just posing. You need to make it feel real. So real that he’ll want to slam his fist into the wall for even imagining another man with you, touching you, or even breathing the same air.” Haze dropped my chin. “Make him so fucking jealous he’d be willing to kill any man that dares to even look at you.” He stepped back and moved towards the open bedroom door.

But where would I even find someone to help me? I can’t just go pick up some random dude from the side of the road. And I need someone I feel safe with, that I know won’t take advantage of me in such a moment— I looked down at my brother’s jacket, feeling his warmth around him.

“Haze, wait.” He stopped. “I need you.” The words felt heavy in my mouth. “You obviously know what you’re talking about, and—well, there’s really no one else I trust enough to do this with.”

“What’re you saying, Indi?”

I swallowed hard. “Let’s make him jealous, together. Pose with me.”

I could see his mouth curl as he looked over his shoulder in my direction. “Thought you broke your phone.”

Shit. I did.

“Can we use yours? You can just text me the photos, right?”

Haze brushed his hair back. “Anything for you, Indigo. Especially if it means I get to piss off Carter.” I felt way too excited.

What is wrong with me?

He turned to face me. “But we can’t take those photos here.” I shot him a puzzled look. My room wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t that bad, was it?

“Why not?”

“Because Carter isn’t stupid. Well— that stupid. He knows what your room looks like and knows you’re not the kind of girl to just bring strange men back to the apartment. He will immediately suspect something is up.” Damn, he made a good point. “Nah, if you really want to get to him, we’ll need to take them somewhere he has never been. Somewhere you know he’ll question and that insanity of not knowing will eat away at his thoughts. You want him to sit there, scouring your social media for hours, cross-examining all your followers and friends profiles, trying to pinpoint where you are, who you are with, and how this all happened.” His grin grew. “You want him to spend every second obsessed with wanting to know more.”

What a sick and twisted little game.

I glanced around, thinking. “What about your room?” The look he gave me took me back. I knew he craved his privacy and didn’t let anyone in his room, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was curious about it. Or that I was a little excited at the idea of taking photos inside it.

“My room?”

“Yeah, I mean—” I picked at my nails. “Carter would never suspect it, and he’s never seen it, so.”

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I needed to forget the whole thing and just be the good little girlfriend Carter wanted and ? —

“Okay.”

I looked up at him in surprise. “What?”

Haze smiled. “I said, okay. Come on.” He reached his hand out to me and led me across the hall to the closed door of his room. Adrenaline flowed through my veins as he opened it. It wasn’t so much as the mystery of the room itself but the idea of being in Haze’s domain. This was his sanctuary, his space. A space he didn’t let anyone into—except me.

The room wasn’t anything too over the top or ridiculous, but it definitely matched Haze’s vibes and personality perfectly. The bedroom was very put together and clean, the total opposite of mine. He had dark walls and furniture, his large bed centered off the single exposed brick wall as LED lights lined the top of the room, casting it into a deep shade of blue. He had a few shelves of various and random things, but the one that I liked most was the large wall shelf lined with various colored and shaped bongs. Very Haze. The room overall was very mature, with the smallest hint of defiance, just like Haze.

I pointed to the lights along the ceiling. “So fancy.” I smirked. Haze smiled, stepping past me as he pulled out his phone and tapped at the screen. The lights slowly shifted colors from blue to green. “Really?” I teased.

Haze chuckled. “Listen, I don’t care how old we are, color changing lights are always cool.”

What a dork.

I felt my nerves shifting from comfortable to uneasy, unsure of what to say or do. Haze must’ve sensed it, because he carefully led me to his computer chair at the desk in the corner of his room. “Here.” He rolled it around for me to sit.

“Okay.” I said with an awkward smile. “Now what?” My body fidgeted in the chair.

“Okay, well, first off, don’t look so fucking weird.” Haze poked at me. “Relax. Remember, you’re out with someone else and purposely trying to piss off your boyfriend.”

“Right.” I looked around, trying to process my own thoughts. But nothing worked. I felt like my brain just shut down and froze and my body reflected that. “Oh my gosh, I have no idea what to do!” A nervous laugh fell from my mouth. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. “Like, do I just pose? Or should I?—”

“Indi,” he calmly said my name. “Just relax. Take a breath.” I inhaled slowly and exhaled. “Alright. Now, tell me. Why do you want to take these photos? What do you want them to do?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Haze kneeled before me, sighing softly as he looked up at me. I had to squeeze my legs together as if something had shocked me, buzzing in my veins. “What do you want these photos to do? Are you wanting to just hurt Carter? Make him jealous? Or are you wanting to drive him fucking insane?” I simply nodded. “No, tell me.”

“I want to drive him crazy,” I whispered to him.

“And what would do that? What would drive Carter absolutely fucking insane?”

I already knew the answer. “Seeing another man with me.”

Haze nodded. “Okay. Now, tell me how? Would him seeing you stand or hug another man do the trick? Or is the thought of another man’s hands on your body, touching what he feels is his, do it?” I blinked at him, the idea of belonging to Carter making me sick to my stomach. It was laughable.

I’m not his.

“Touching. He hates even the idea of another man looking at me. He gets so worked up when he thinks someone’s eyes are on me. Even yours.” What an odd thing for me to say out loud.

“Ironic.” Haze smiled. I didn’t understand why he said it. He tilted his head with a flicked brow. “I have an idea, a few, but I need you to trust me, okay?”

“Of course.” Always.

Haze stood, focusing on his phone as he darkened the lights a little. He then connected his phone to a set of wireless speakers and played some music. “Now”—he raised the phone, telling me he had the camera ready— “pose. Not with your body. Pose with your intentions.”

Pose with my intentions? It took me a few seconds to really break down his words and understand what he meant. And thanks to the music, my body gently morphed into a comfortable state, moving and twisting in a way that just felt natural to me. I tossed my hair around, posing as I smiled and laughed. Haze took photo after photos, the camera flashing almost each time as I moved and began to feel at ease.

He slowly stepped closer, and a random idea hit me. “Wait. If I’m with someone in their room, then I really need it to look real. Authentic.” I looked down at my overalls and nervously unsnapped the straps one by one, exposing my body and the lacey black sports bra under his oversized leather jacket. It was a little awkward, but I needed it to seem legit. And I needed to relax. “There. Now that’s more believable.” I continued to pose in the chair as Haze captured each moment.

Haze glanced at me over the phone, looking over the photos he had taken. “These are good, but I feel like you need more.” He sat for a minute in his thoughts. “I know what will really do the trick. Get on the bed.” I did as he asked, slowly approaching his large bed. My fingers grazed the dark comforter as I wondered how many women he had here. All these years, I’d never seen him with any, aside from Mary-Jane, but even she didn’t get this privilege to be in his room. “Sit.” I sat on the edge of the bed. Haze stepped close, gently spreading my legs as he stood between them, the phone in his hand peering down at me in a very interesting angle. “Now, pose for me. Show me just how wicked you really are, Indigo. Show me how much you want to hurt your boyfriend and how sickly obsessed you are for me, little sis.”

I knew he was only trying to set the tone and help me melt into the moment, but something about his words, the way he spoke them, hit me in a way I never anticipated.

My head gently dipped back as I modeled for my brother, eventually placing my hands on either side of me to show I had basically nothing on under his jacket. He took more photos, silently capturing my poses like a fucking artist. And I wanted to look perfect for him, his wicked little muse.

Haze stopped, scrolling through the images. “These are better, but I still think we can do more.”

“How?” I sheepishly asked.

He turned to look at me, walking close before pushing me back onto his bed. I hit the comforter with a loud gasp as my hair sprawled in every direction. Haze carefully crawled over me, tucking my torso between his knees. He leaned over my face, nearly catching my breath, and started styling my hair around me.

“W-what’re you doing?” I whispered, his smell choking my nostrils as my cheeks burned.

“Just trust me.” A few minutes later, he leaned back and pulled his phone back out, taking more photos of me. “Let’s take a video. It’ll make it seem more believable.” I bit my lip. “Just relax and smile for the camera. Remember, you want Carter to think you’re in another man’s bed, doing things he could only dream of you doing with him. You want him to burn with jealousy. Now, sell it, Indi. Show him how much better your life is without him, how much better this other man makes you feel.” The flash turned on as I heard the recording begin. I instantly smiled, doing what I typically did for my subscribers, but this time, I wasn’t performing for them. I was looking past the blinding light and staring directly into my twin’s eyes. I was performing for Haze. And it didn’t feel forced or fake like it normally did. It felt…real.

Without even thinking, I reached out, grabbing the buckle of his belt, tugging him closer, biting the tip of my finger. His body rocked as he continued to record, his face hidden behind the bright light. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it felt right, and I was determined to fucking sell it.

The light suddenly shut off and my vision was partially blinded from the brightness. It quickly returned as he began to record again, only this time he leaned down and grabbed my neck. At first it startled me, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. So I relaxed and let him slightly choke me. It felt oddly good, the warmth of his skin wrapped perfectly around my neck, constricting my breathing ever so lightly. My mouth fell into a gasp and as his thumb rubbed over my lower lip, I couldn’t help but smile. His thumb rubbed my lower lip as I grinned, enjoying his touch. I lost myself in the moment and stuck my tongue out. He pressed his thumb against it, gently pressing it into my mouth as I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck, performing for the camera.

His thighs tightened their grip around my torso as he filmed me, taking photos as he recorded me sucking him. My pelvis rocked while I moaned, my pussy suddenly aching as I forgot who we were.

The veins on his arm bulged as he, too, moaned softly. “Such a good girl,” he whispered harshly from behind the phone. I wasn’t sure if he meant it, or was just faking it for the video, but either way, I ate that shit up.

The flashed turned off as he slowly pulled his hand back, dragging it along my sternum. “Now—” He stood. “Take off those fucking overalls. I have another idea.”

Haze backed from the bed as I kicked the baggy overalls from my legs and revealed a matching pair of black lace panties. I felt awkward being so exposed to him, but I kept telling myself that he was doing this to help me. Nothing else.

Haze watched me closely, motioning his fingers as he silently told me to turn over. Swallowing, I obeyed him and rolled onto my knees, facing away from him. He stepped closer and ran his hand up along my spine. The sensual touch made my heart jolt and skin prickle. “Scoot back,” he whispered. I crawled backwards, my ass slamming into his pelvis. “There.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see him raise the phone. I felt weird, unsure if this was something we should be doing. “Haze?” He looked down at me. “Are you sure?”

He remained quiet for a few seconds. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But if you want to make your boyfriend jealous, then I suggest you listen to what I say and let me take control. Now, relax and let yourself just enjoy the moment. And let’s make that fucker regret everything he’s ever done, ‘cause I know after he sees this, he’s going to seethe with absolute jealousy.”

“But…” I hesitated. “Is this wrong?”

Haze brushed his hair back, pulling a rolled joint from his jeans. He lit it, taking his time to inhale. He then crawled over my back, completely covering me with his hot body, and grabbed my face, forcing my mouth open as he blew a cloud of smoke straight into my mouth. I closed my eyes, inhaling as hard as possible, coughing faintly.

“It’s just pictures,” he whispered, placing the joint between his lips. My eyes stared into his, knowing there was no real harm in what we were doing. And any enjoyment I felt was an added bonus to pissing off Carter. Haze blew another cloud into my face, leaning back as he positioned himself behind me. “We good?”

My body buzzed, relaxing as the drug took effect on me. “Perfect.”

Haze gripped my waist, yanking me against his body as I gasped. He then pulled his phone back up and aimed it at me. “Now, perform for me.” The flash turned as he began to record.

His hand gripped my ass, causing me to cry out unexpectedly, but it didn’t stop me. Instead, it charged me. I leaned back into him, raising my ass higher. My back arched while I whipped my hair and turned slightly to smile at the camera, knowing just how much this would drive Carter insane. Haze slapped my ass with a loud grunt and I moaned, knowing he was recording me.

That’s right, listen to me moan, Carter. Hear just how good a real man makes me feel.

Fuck, it felt good, moving and performing like I was.

Haze took a few photos of me and continued recording, reaching out as he wrapped his hand through my long hair and tugged, pulling my head high. I gasped out loud, clawing into his bedding as he did so, enjoying it a little too much. It sounded like he was moaning, but between my heavy breathing, the weed, and the music, it was hard to tell. Maybe I was just imagining it. But why? Did I want to make him moan?

Stop thinking and just fucking live in the moment. And I did.

Haze stopped recording, showing me the videos and photos as he smoked. I couldn't help but to squeal and cover my smile, beyond pleased with what we had so far. “Carter is going to fucking die when he sees these!” I bounced excitedly. Haze just smiled. I hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me back, his hands gliding along my lower back. “Wait—” I pulled back, looking up at him. “I have an idea.”

“What?” he asked.

“Come here.” I pulled him to the bed. “Sit.” He did, watching me closely as I took his phone and switched the lights to a vibrant red.

“What’re you doing, Indi?”

“Just—” I pushed him back onto the bed and crawled over him. “Here, take this off.” I gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head. “There.”

Haze laughed, somehow still smoking, amused by whatever I was doing. “Are you going to explain what’s going on?”

I tried not to stare at his built frame, covered in numerous tattoos. I knew my brother was attractive, but I tried not to look. That didn’t mean I didn’t sneak a few peeks. And if I was being honest, Haze was hot as fuck.

“Indi?”

I shook my head. “Just let me do my thing.” I took his phone, flipped the camera around and raised my arm high enough to see my entire body and only his lower abdomen, hiding his face. I perched my ass just right and spread my legs, adjusting the placement of his leather jacket around my arms, and began to take photos.

“Really? Now you’re using my body?” Haze joked.

“Fuck yeah.” I moved as if I had been riding him, placing my hand on his lower stomach and snapped a few more selfies. I looked over to see Haze with his arms propped behind his head, smiling as he smoked. His eyes were fixated on me. And I got a wicked idea. “Smile,” I teased, flipping the camera around as I took a photo of him. He grinned and posed. We both laughed and took a few more photos together, sticking our tongues out as if we were going to makeout, me kissing his cheek as he smoked, and other various questionable things. I sat back, scrolling through the pictures. “Look at your face!” I teased him. For a brief second, the darkness of his room and his photos almost reminded me of the masked man in my messages.

“Nah, delete that!” He laughed, pulling my thoughts back.

“Never!”

“Fine. Then we need more of you.” Haze removed the joint, exhaling. “Come here.”

I crawled over and leaned down, our faces touching as I took a few more selfies of us together. He placed the joint between my lips, holding it as I inhaled, snapping photos. “There.” I blew into his face. “Now you have more of me.” He stared at me, this dark and hungry look soaking his face. And for some reason, I wanted to kiss him.

“Let me see that.” He took the phone, sitting up as I remained seated in his lap, confused. “There.” He motioned his chin at me. “Don’t move.” I listened to Haze, straddling him as he began to take a few more photos of us. “Take it off.” He pointed to his jacket. And I did without question. Haze then pointed the camera back at me. “Pretend to ride me.”

My cheeks burned as I blinked at his words. “Haze.”

“Do it, Indigo,” he growled. The camera flash turned on. “Perform. Make me believe you want to fuck me. Make Carter believe it. And show him just how much better it is being with me than him.” And just like that, I did.

My arms wrapped around his neck and I began to move as if I were riding him, rocking my body against his while he recorded me. He fell back, letting me move freely, smoking as he recorded me. His free hand moved up my thigh, squeezing it while I moved, grinding against him. My own hands began to travel along my skin, feeling my body and meeting his hand. He softly pressed into me, a bulge beneath his jeans rubbing against my aching body.

Oh fuck.

I could feel myself growing wet, liking the way he moved against me. His hand reached my sternum, trailing upwards. I grabbed it and looked straight into the camera as I moved faster, building my orgasm. I lost myself, falling into my habit of performing for the camera with the intent of coming. My body pressed harder against him, his hand squeezing my neck. I moaned at his touch and felt tight, the pressure building until I could do nothing but increase my speed and beg my body to come. And I did. Loudly.

“Oh fuck!” I rocked faster, rubbing my wet and aching pussy against his bulge, panting and moaning all the same. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out, feeding my painful orgasm as his hand released my neck and played with my breasts, rubbing along my hard nipples until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Haze’s hand slowly fell and as I tried to control my breathing, the flash now gone as I realized what I had just done.

I bolted from his bed, backing away with absolute horror. Haze remained unphased, sitting up as he stared down at his phone. “Damn, you really know how to perform, Indi.” He scrolled through his phone, looking at the photos, tapping the video he just took. I could hear my own moans coming from his phone. He flipped it around, showing me what he had captured. “Almost fooled me.” He grinned.

“H-haze—” I swallowed while rushing to step back into my overalls. “That—that was wrong.” His face told me he was confused. “I know we were trying to make Carter jealous, but that?—”

“Indi, relax.” He jumped from the bed and approached me. “It was just a performance. That’s all.” He gently kissed the top of my head, acting as though nothing had happened.

Did he really think it was fake?

“Here.” He handed me the shrunken joint. “Finish this and just breathe. I’ll send you all the videos and photos and you can do whatever you want with them, okay?”

I nodded, still unnerved by what just happened. “Just—” He looked at me. “Don’t send me that last one. I want to make Carter jealous, but that…that would do so much more.”

Haze grinned. “No worries.”

“Actually Haze? Can you just delete it?” I forced a fake smile.

His eyes met mine. “Sure thing, little sis.”