Felix

May 30, 2020. The next day. 5 pm, Tiffany Najbreit’s Mansion.

I sip on a margarita, laying back on my deck chair, and look down over the LA cityscape below. There go the thousands of tiny cars and buildings and people. A cool breeze ruffles through my hair and the warm sun on my face feels good.

Tiffany, cultivating a careful tan on her own deck chair, turns over to face me, lounging like Manet’s Olympia. A smile spreads over her face when she catches my eye, just as it has the dozen other times we’ve looked at each other through the day.

“I’m so happy to be here right now relaxing with you,” she says. “Just imagine, if you hadn’t gone out of your way, fighting Eric for me, where I would be…”

Her voice trails away and she shivers slightly.

I reach across the gap between us and put a comforting hand on her arm.

“There’s no need to dwell on those what-ifs,” I say. “The contract’s been signed, there’s going to be a ton of work coming your way soon… take the moment to relax! Lay down, maybe take off your bikini, get yourself a really even tan…”

“You just want to stare at my breasts,” Tiffany laughs, but she slips her thin pink bra off, exposing her tits to the sunlight. She pulls of her bottom and she winks at me, stretching out, pulling her shoulders back, and then she lays back on the deck chair, content.

True to Tiffany’s word, I spend the next few minutes staring at her body, taking in her beautiful curves. A sly smile spreads on her face as she catches me watching her.

I think about scooping up Tiffany and fucking her brains out right there and then, but my brain gets the better of me. It’s possible to explain Tiffany tanning to the staff, but sex…

“Is that a boner I see?” Tiffany giggles, looking at my boxers.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I say, trying unsuccessfully to push it down.

“I thought you’d be saving it for Claire,” she teases, and I laugh it off, half-regretting telling Tiffany my intentions with her earlier today.

Tiffany was supportive about it, though she did have some snarky comments for me, not that it should have come as a surprise. After all, she knows about Erin and me too.

Claire took a jet back to New York this morning, as soon as she confirmed that all parties had signed off on the contract. I don’t know exactly where she and I stand—there were moments last night when I thought that things might get physical, but nothing ended up happening. I wouldn’t fault her if she doesn’t want to be intimate with me anymore, now that she knows I’m her half-brother, but still… I would feel the loss.

“Hey Claude,” Tiffany says, checking her phone. “Father’s just asked me to invite you to the family dinner on the 5th. You’re coming, right?”

“You’re kidding me? Of course! Tell your Father that I’m coming,” I say.

“You sure you’re ready?” she says, questioningly. What’s left unsaid is clear: he’s my Father, too, and meeting him could send everything crashing down…

“I’m ready to meet him again. It’s about time I talked with your old man,” I say.

“Okay, just told him that you’re coming,” she says. “He says he’s looking forward to meeting you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s impressed.”

Those words send my heart leaping, and I immediately have to check myself back. I don’t need to impress him. I just need to take back every dollar of his that I deserve.

“Tell him the feeling’s mutual,” I say, shaking my head as I say the words to make it very clear that it is not.

Tiffany smiles and writes back something on her phone. I instinctively reach for mine, before remembering that it’s more or less unusable now. The AMA I’m not so worried about, since I can still access it from my laptop, but I haven’t been able to text anybody.

“By the way, you got any updates from Ella Sue?” I ask Tiffany.

Since I left her behind at the Playboy Party to wait for Sean last night, I asked Tiffany to check in on Ella Sue after things on our side had wound down. Sean got out of the Exclusive fine, but was understandably tight-lipped about what he’d seen or recorded over text. He and Ella Sue ended up spending the night together afterwards.

“She’s still at Sean’s place,” Tiffany says. “Last I heard from her, she said they were going to hit up his pool, so…”

“They’re probably busy at the moment,” I laugh.

“Busy like we could be,” she says suggestively, flaunting her body at me.

“You have no idea how much self-control I’m exercising right now, not jumping your bones,” I mutter.

“Fine, be booring,” she laughs, covering her tits up with her hands. “But you don’t get to see these now, since you don’t appreciate them enough.”

“Probably a good idea anyways,” I say. “The paparazzi have got drones these days, you know?”

“Oh, ugh, yeah, Hailey got caught by one of those a year back. But you know, I was thinking of doing some nude photoshoots soon… No, something tasteful, not whatever you were thinking,” she says, rolling her eyes at my reaction.

“I wasn’t thinking you were going to do porn,” I say, returning my own eye-roll. “I just… was surprised, that you’d be okay, showing off the birthmark.”

“That’s the reason I was thinking about it, actually,” Tiffany says. “I mean, it wouldn’t make sense for Tiffany Najbreit to do a nude photoshoot—just doesn’t fit my image, you know, and it’s not like I need the money… but I think it could be a good way to break the news about the birthmark to the world. Show the world that I own it. Let the girls and the teenagers and all the people still out there, uncomfortable with their bodies, let them know that they’ve got a friend in me.”

“Yeah,” I nod slowly, turning the idea over. “You should go for it. It would really mean a lot to a lot of people out there. You have no idea how many people out there idolise you,” I say honestly, and Tiffany beams at me. “Just make sure you tell me first if you ever do decide to do porn. I’d like a front row seat for that.”

With that, Tiffany scowls and swats my arm.

“You’re paying for dinner tonight,” she says.

“Oh, we’re going out to eat?” I say.

“Well, I was planning to treat you for last night, but now I’m not so sure anymore… Just kidding! You know how hard it was to get a reservation at Felix with only a day’s notice? I literally had to beg a friend to give me her spot, and now I owe her one big time.”

“You didn’t have to,” I laugh, “but I really appreciate it. What time’s the reservation for? I wouldn’t want us to get caught with our pants down.”

I look over at Tiffany’s bare ass and pink pussy, and then at my own boxers, and the two of us share a laugh.