6. Piper

CHAPTER 6

Piper

I t’s nice to know I still have some sort of power over Kaye. Her pretty, full lips are a stern, flat line, and her stunning eyes blaze fire and bullets at my skull. I got under her skin.

Kaye squares her shoulders, her arms pinned to her sides. She’s trying to control her fiery temper. I loved when Kaye Cavendish let loose and allowed her baser needs to take hold. Based on her prim and proper politician pantsuit, I’d say it doesn’t happen very often anymore.

“You have no clue who I am, Piper Hughes. No idea what it was like to be raised the way I was and still make something of myself. It’s so fuckin’ easy for you to walk around pretending you're a badass with your ripped-off Pat Benatar wardrobe.” Kaye shoves at my shoulders before laughing. “You’re only able to wear whatever you want, act however you see fit, and have no one blink an eye because no one ever saw you as street trash.” Kaye takes another step forward, forcing me to move back. She’s trying to establish dominance, and I indulge her. “It’s a fuckin’ uniform you wear to give the middle finger to the establishment, but you are the establishment, Piper.”

Kaye glares at me, blasting me with her pain and anguish. Unshed tears brim her pretty brown eyes. It’s good to see her defiant fire still burns. She probably wants to run, but her stubborn streak wouldn’t dare give me the satisfaction of knowing I’ve affected her. One of the many things I’ve always admired about Kaye was her ability to stick it out, even when the deck was stacked against her.

“You see, Piper, you have a safety net that allows you to do as you please. I don’t have that luxury. There’s nowhere I can go if my life blows up. So yes, I wear a suit and present myself the way I’m expected to in order to survive.”

I open my mouth to speak, but Kaye raises her hand, stopping me in my tracks.

“I had a label on me the moment I came out of my mother’s womb. The bastard daughter of a whore and a rapist. The pariah no one wanted their children around. Girls like me don’t get to wear see-through shirts and fuck out in the open because that’s what everyone expects of me. Party girl, no good, no ambition. I’m the girl people expect to shoot heroin and allow any man to stick his dick in her. Girls like me have to show the world that we are worth something, while girls like you don’t. No one will look down on you for wearing revealing clothes or sleeping around. They’ll call you a free spirit, breaking the chains of patriarchy. If I do the same thing, it’ll be because I’m the product of my environment. Another statistic.”

Kaye aims her words with the precision of an expert marksman and I have to dodge them to avoid being maimed by the sharp weapon that is her wicked tongue. I want to deny the painful truths she hurls at me. I want to strike my own blows. I don’t want to believe that some things in life are so unfair that they make you weep in anger and sorrow.

“That’s fuckin’ bullshit.”

Kaye laughs. “Face it, Piper, you’re playing pretend. You’re the Rolling Stones, and I’m The Beatles. You can afford to be wild because you’ll always have a security net to catch you.”

Kaye’s behaving like I grew up with a fuckin’ silver spoon in my mouth. That with one snap of my fingers, the world would be my motherfuckin’ oyster. My parents didn’t give me anything. Everything I have, I’ve clawed for myself.

“Fuck you, Kaye. You’re acting like I’m some senator’s kid. I haven’t talked to my mother in years. It’s not like they give a fuck about me.”

Kaye holds out her hand, palm up. “Give me your phone.”

I smirk. “Why, you wanna put in your digits?”

“Just give it to me, Piper.”

Rolling my eyes, I remove it from my back pocket and it to hand her.

“What’s the passcode?”

“Zero-five-two-zero.”

“Looks like mommy calls you at least twice a week.”

“I never said she doesn’t call me. I said I haven’t talked to her in years.”

Kaye sighs and hands the phone back to me. “That’s my point, Piper. You could treat your parents like shit, and even with their uptight, holier-than-thou mentality, they’d still be there for you.”

“My mother doesn’t call me because she wants to have a loving relationship with me, Kaye.”

I press play on one of the many voice messages my mother has left me, this one from three weeks ago. “Piper Elizabeth Hughes, you better stop what you’re doing. You look like nothing but a common whore. And those lyrics! Lord, have mercy on your soul, little girl, because you’re an abomination and will burn in hell.”

I hit the end message button. “I think you got the idea. The rest is her going off about how I’m abusing my body. That’s meant for my husband, by the way. She’s still in denial about me being a lesbian. I’m sure if she could, she’d ship me off to one of those conversion therapy camps to get right with the lord.”

“Piper,” Kaye whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what? It’s not your fault my mother is a sanctimonious cunt. Or are you sorry for assuming I’d bend to the wishes of people like Rebecca Hughes?” A sardonic laugh escapes my lips. “I know it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, but never in a million years did I think you’d accuse me of tethering myself to my parents’ judgmental wagons.” I finger a strand of hair that’s escaped her uptight bun and brush it behind her ear. “Guess you never knew me at all, huh?”

Kaye steps forward, and I retreat until my back is against the wall. Her full lips turn up into a sly smile. God, I missed that arrogant smile. Her fingers slide up and down my arm, creating goosebumps over my flesh. “I always knew who you were, Piper. The problem was that you never bothered to know me.”

The nerve of her. I push off the wall, and Kaye staggers back. Her breathing speeds up, and her dark pupils dilate. Part of me is satisfied that she’s still affected by me because, goddamn, she makes my blood boil even after all these years. “How quickly you forget. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be in the closet, pretending you want to be some loser man’s stay-at-home wife.”

Kaye’s eyes narrow, and she sticks her chest out.

“You trying to entice me with those breasts, Kaye? I’ve seen nicer ones since you last saw me.

Kaye shoves against my chest, not enough to move me, but enough to point out her disdain for my proximity. “Apparently, your ego grew in the last decade.”

“I’m the lead singer of an indie band that’s gotten such a cult following that they invited us to open for the biggest rock band in the world. Did you ever think I’d be here? I sure as fuck didn’t. I was the daughter of bible thumpers who thought the biggest my world could get would be moving to another town. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be here. So you better believe my ego grew. My ego grew so much that I went from thinking crumbs were good enough to believing I deserved a ten-course meal and then some.”

Kaye shoves me again, forcing me to stagger back, providing her with space. She straightens her prim, proper, pristine suit jacket before glaring at me. “I’m happy for you.” She pushes past me and walks out the door, leaving me alone with memories that never vanish.

“What do you call someone who secretly fucks their brother’s girl?” I asked as we lay naked in my bed.

A smile found its way onto my lips as Kaye gripped my nipple and twisted. “Don’t know, what do you call someone who fucks her boyfriend’s twin sister?”

I snaked my hands down her body until my fingers glided against her wet pussy. “A whore, probably.”

“That’s what they’ll call me, you know. A whore.”

“Jesus, Kaye, I was joking. You’re not a whore. You’re fuckin’ everything, baby.” I grabbed the sides of her face, forcing her to look at me. “You think too much about labels and words. You work that pretty little head until all your thoughts get twisted. That’s dangerous because you’ll get in your own way and stop yourself from experiencing happiness. Fuck what the world thinks, Kaye. All that matters is that you’re happy.”

“And what’s happiness, Piper? Fucking around behind your brother’s back? Is this what I’m supposed to do? Forget everything other than making your pretty pussy weep for me? Should I be like you, Piper, not care about anything or anyone other than my hedonistic pleasure?”

Kaye’s breathing sped up as she grabbed my breasts, kneading them in her delicate hands. “Is this happiness, Piper? Sneaking around, lying, cheating?”

Kaye’s blunt questions splashed against my skin like ice water. I lacked both the ability and foresight to comfort her, and she knew it. That was why I always moved everything toward sexual acts. “Yes, because it’s the only time we admit what we really want.”

Kaye pushed me back until my back hit the bed. She climbed on top of me, her wet pussy dripping onto my stomach. My mouth ran dry, and all I could think about was wetting my lips with her taste.

She was so damn beautiful, with wild, dark brown hair framing her face and warm brown eyes that made me believe I’d see the wonders of the universe if I stared into them for long enough.

My brother didn’t deserve her. This town didn’t deserve her. Fuck, the planet didn’t even deserve her. It sucked that this was all she got, stolen moments and touches when she deserved to have the entire universe at her feet.

Kaye lowered her head until her lips brushed mine. “You’re going to ruin me, Piper Hughes, and God help me, I want you to.”

I slammed her body into the bed and positioned myself over her face. “I love you. No matter what I do or say during sex, I love you. You’re safe with me. If you want me to stop, say the word, and I will, no questions asked.”

Kaye smiled up at me. “I kind of like the dirty talk.” She turned a light shade of pink as she averted her eyes to the ceiling. “Show me what it’s like to really feel.”

“You want to be my whore, Kaye? You want me to use your body in the shadows and deny you in the light of day? Okay, pretty girl, if you want to be a cum rag, I’ll treat you like one.”

I laced my fingers in her hair as I rubbed my pussy against her face. “Go ahead. Fuck me with that worthless tongue. Show me what a cunt loving slut you are for me.”

Kaye obeyed without words. Apparently, in the throes of passion, Kaye was bendable. She wanted me to call her every depraved word I could think of. I hurled obscenities, and she ate it up.

“That’s it, you slut. Show me you’re good for something. That’s it, move that tongue right there.”

“Oh God,” Kaye moaned between swipes of her tongue.

“That’s right, baby, worship that pussy. Pray that you make me cum on your slutty face. Bet you never sucked my brother’s cock the way you lick my pussy.”

“No,” Kaye mumbled against my clit.

I ground my pussy on her face. “Shut up, whore. No one wants to hear what you have to say. Lick my cunt until I come all over your face.”

The more vulgar the speech, the more eager Kaye’s tongue was to bring me to the edge.

“Yes, fuck toy. Next time you fuck my brother, I want you to remember that you’ll always think of me as Daddy. I am the one who makes your sweet cunt wet. I’m the one you wish your mouth was sucking. Me! Never forget that I am the one your holes belong to.”

I froze as she sucked on my clit until I came in a wave of unadulterated bliss before collapsing on top of her. Kaye kept licking my pussy, forcing small bolts of lightning to strike my body. My nerves couldn’t take it. I tried to escape her, but she held on to my ass and licked me aggressively. Her tongue soothed me right before she swallowed my clit, sucking it like a little cock. Two fingers worked their way into my pussy and pushed against my G-spot. Fuck. What was happening? I bucked, but she held me firm with her other hand.

She released my clit. “Give me more, Piper. If you don’t come again, I’m going to slam all five fingers into this cunt until you do. You’re right, I am a whore, a slut, but this dirty pussy tells me you are too. So if you want to be my Daddy, you better come all over my face and prove you’re worthy.”

Fuck. “You’ve got a dirty little mouth, whore. Maybe I need to clean it for you.”

“Yes, clean it with another release. Flood my mouth. Show me you can ride my face better than your brother ever could.”

Were we messed up for discussing my twin brother as we fucked each other? Probably. But for some deranged reason, mentioning him during sex added a taboo element that gave me a perverse pleasure. I loved my brother, but he had something I wanted, and I was determined to win the prize.

I bucked against Kaye as she added a third finger and then a fourth, filling me as she nipped at my clit. She worked me to the brink, and I screamed as I exploded in waves all over her face.

Kaye dislodged her fingers as I came down from my climax, and I moved down her curvaceous body. Fuck, I loved how full she was, from the swell of her large breasts to the curve of her belly and her thick thighs. Her body was a damn work of art.

I licked her mouth, tasting my release mixed with the intoxicating flavor of her salty skin. Pushing her damp hair away from her face, I stared into her warm, smug eyes.

Kaye licked her lips. “Tastes good. Next time, you’re gonna give me more.”

Her words sobered me up, bringing me crashing back to the cold reality of our existence. “When would that be, Kaye? In the middle of the night again? Are you gonna sneak into my room? Or will you have your head buried between my legs while my brother sleeps in the bed beside us? Or will we meet in the bathroom and fuck while he snores in the next room?”

Kaye’s gaze moved past my face to the window. Her voice was low, sad, and broken. “That’s all I have to give you.”

I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. That I was worth more than that. That we were worth more. I longed to articulate a well-formulated speech, laying down all the reasons we should come clean, but the rage and pain in my heart put a muzzle over my mouth. “As much as I deserve better than what you’re giving me, the sad reality is that you deserve more than you’re giving yourself. The right thing to do is to walk away, but we both know the one to leave won’t be me. It will be you.”