The roar of the World Cup crowd had finally died down into the night, but my body was still buzzing from the day's forbidden highs. After slipping out of the VIP box, I'd returned to the luxurious hotel suite Alex had arranged for our "family" stay. Mom was already on a plane to Singapore, leaving us completely alone. I did exactly as he'd commanded—slipping into nothing but his old England national team jersey. The fabric was soft, oversized on my smaller frame, the number 10 stretched across my full breasts and barely covering the curve of my ass. No panties. Nothing underneath. Just his scent wrapped around my naked body.
The suite's wide balcony overlooked the illuminated stadium in the distance. The heavy curtains were half-drawn, leaving the glass doors open to the warm night ai
