Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“It’s a public beach asshole.”
“I’ll drown you sure as fuck if you don’t get the fuck outta here right fucking now.” Don’t ask me why I was so pissed, I just was.
“It’s okay Nicki I didn’t know you guys were out here.” I realized I had her hand in mine when she tried to pull away. But instead of letting her go, I pulled her up beside me. When the others saw that I was serious as a fucking heart attack, they started telling Giselle or who the fuck ever about herself, until she flounced away in a snit.
I kept owl with me the rest of the day, drawing her out of her shell, though she kept giving me weird ass looks when she thought I wasn’t looking. But I didn’t think too much of it though, that’s just my owl.
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NICK (2 years later)
What was that noise? I stopped stroking into the little co-ed nymph beneath me long enough to hear if it came again. Nothing! She dug her nails into me just right and I forgot all about the noise and concentrated on enjoying the first fuck session I’ve had since I came home a whole week ago.
Dad and his wife had finally gone out to dinner and Melanie was off somewhere with her annoying gaggle of friends. Melanie, I missed a stroke with the thought of my little stepsister. I maybe should spend some more time with her this summer. Poor thing, she just seemed more and more lost every year. Sometimes I think she waits for the times I come home, which is sad, because after this summer break I’m heading out on my own.
Samantha was really starting to get into it so my mind went back to the pussy again. She probably won’t last the whole summer, but she wasn’t half bad and she liked to fuck. I heaved a happy sigh and went to town, pulling out all the stops and giving her what she was so boisterously asking for. Damn she’s loud as fuck. Lucky thing no one else was around for this shit.
I felt empty when it was all said and done, empty and a whole lot frustrated. Shit, I better go check on Mellie she should be getting back from her friend’s any minute. “You’ve got to go, I have to go see about my little sister.”
“What? But I thought.” She pouted and fluffed her hair but the fizz had died.
“Yeah, me too.” I pulled my shirt on over my head and shoved my feet in my loafers. We live in a beach town and summer is the busiest season of course, with lots of strange people coming to our little haven for sun and surf. I wasn’t too comfortable with the sun going down and me not knowing where my little owl was.
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NICK (4 years later)
She can’t be doing what I think she’s doing. “Owl you okay?”
“Of course.” I wasn’t too sure but held my tongue while she went back to reading. I’d found myself gravitating to my dad’s house three days in a row, haven’t done that shit since I bought my own place four years ago or so.
I was hard pressed to admit that my reasons for doing this might be the bombshell now draping herself across the lounge chair next to the pool; where the fuck had she come from? Four years ago, after I moved out, we had stopped seeing each other as often. Not that we did much of that in the past since I was away at school, but at least we saw each other on the rare occasions I came home back then.
I guess this is what happens when you don’t see someone for a while, they go and change on your ass. I’m not quite sure what my deal was, I mean this town is full of beach bunnies in half dress so why the fuck am I suddenly in this one’s shadow?
She did that adjusting the bikini shit again for the one-hundredth time and I was about to lose my shit. Where the fuck did she get those tits, and that ass? More to the point, why the fuck did it seem like she was trying to torment me with this shit?
She left here a year or so ago the same old owl. Shy, introverted and afraid of her damn shadow. For the past eight years I’ve known she was there but she was never a bother. I did things with her in the beginning, when she was no more than eleven or twelve, but then life interfered and that age gap between us didn’t leave much room for maneuvering. There’s no way either one of our parents were gonna appreciate me taking her along on some of my jaunts.
I don’t know how it happened or why, but she’s no longer my owl. I felt a pinch of sadness at that, but had to admit this new her was something. And you shouldn’t be thinking that shit Nick, it’s sick, she’s your sis…actually no, she’s not.