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when she turned sixteen. I’d saved, working extra hours at the library and at the gym to get it for her. I told her that I didn’t want her smelling like other girls at her school, least of all my sister. Her scent needed to be unique to me. I’d been tracing her neck with my nose and she issued out the challenge: “Then get me a new perfume.” So I did.
    I’d researched the shit out of fragrances, going to various boutiques and sneezing up a storm until I found the right one; the one that reminded me of her, of my safe place, my home – L’Air Du Temps by Nina Ricci. It was sensual, making my cock spring to life even now, and so feminine. I loved smelling it on her then, and even more so now. As if my mark is still on her. Fuck.
    Nine years of memories came flooding back: seeing her when she was fifteen, making love to her the first time when she was sixteen, buying her that ring…a ring I brought with me for what reason, I would never know.
    I kept it at my office after Jenny found it one night. We’d had a huge argument about it and I promised her I’d get rid of it, just to shut her up.
    I didn’t.
    With her in my arms now, it makes it all worth it. But my sister is missing and I’ve got to help them find her. So business first, winning back the love of my life later.
     

     
    We are now at Ben’s house – Rachel, Ben, his mother, Diane – such a sweet woman – and brother, Matt, and me. It’s been over twelve hours and we still haven’t found Delilah and I am going out of my mind with worry. I want to fucking hit something, hurt something. As bad as I am, I feel sorry for Ben. He appears even more helpless than the rest of us.
    He brought us here under the guise of protection but I don’t think he could handle being alone. He is a mess, putting on a brave face. I’m sure if we had left him alone in this big house, he would have fallen apart. Company is good for him, for all of us.
    After eating his mother’s delicious roast chicken with creamy scalloped potatoes, we all decided to have a drink to calm our nerves, his mother deciding to head off to bed early. It felt tense at first in each other’s company, feeling guilty about drinking whilst Delilah was still missing. By the second drink, however, we had all loosened up. Four drinks in, Ben and I were talking easily. He was actually a good guy. I couldn’t have picked a better man for my sister. He’s smart, even slightly inebriated, and focused. By the sixth drink, my eyes were drooping, but I forced my eyes to stay open because I knew what six glasses of alcohol did…to Rachel. I wanted to be the one she took her sexual frustrations out on when the time came, because liquor makes her hot and bothered.
    My dick had come to life at the thought, and the blood rushing through my veins kept me alert. Ben had shown Rachel and me to separate rooms and with a heavy heart, we parted. So now I am wide awake in bed with a hard-on from hell, just thinking about Rachel down the hall from me in pajamas, the fabric kissing her skin. I grip my erection and squeeze, ready to jerk off, when a light knock at the door sounds and sends my blood racing hot with desire.
    I know who it is. I fucking feel her deep in my veins.
    “Come in,” I say past the hoarse need clogged in my throat.
    The door opens tentatively and wavy strawberry blonde hair is all I see first. Then…then I see those eyes. The eyes that render me stupid and so turned on I can barely think straight. The sheet isn’t covering my body, so when she gasps at seeing my cock straining in my boxers, I immediately grab hold of it. She used to love it when I pleasured myself for her.
    Quickly, she slips inside and shuts the door behind her before tearing across the large room to me. I meet her halfway in the bed and throw her down roughly, her body bouncing once off the bed before landing back with an oomph . She tears at my boxers and I literally rip the flimsy silk cami off of her, exposing her