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)
“Come on kids time to eat.” Her mom called out to us as dad came around the corner with a platter of meat in his hands. I had to give myself a little extra time before getting to my feet for obvious fucking reasons. This shit has got to stop; this was the second or third time I’d caught a boner watching her.
It started the first day she came home. By chance I was heading over to dad’s for some tool or the other, I can’t remember now because since this shit started I can barely hold a thought. Anyway, I got to the house and saw this stranger leaning into the fridge. For some reason I noticed the hair; it was an amazing color and fell just right down her back. That glorious mane led my eyes to an ass that was perfectly molded by the tight white shorts it was stuffed into.
I bit my lip and reminded myself that I had a girlfriend or the equivalent to one. I never knew what to call the women I ran around with, because I deliberately never chose anyone that there was a snowball’s chance in hell I’d let have my kids. That sounds kind of harsh, but I just wasn’t ready for the settling down gig. I saw my dad totally destroyed after mom died when I was fifteen, hardest fucking thing I ever lived through. But yeah back to the beauty in dad’s kitchen…
She came out of the fridge and I got a good look at her face and almost fell flat on mine. “Owl?” That didn’t even sound like my voice, more like a frog’s croak or a dying bird or some shit. The smile she gave me was so grown up that I felt the loss of something. My little owl was gone for sure; in her place was a fucking knockout.
“Hi Nicki.” This walking billboard for erectile dysfunction, or basically the cure for any male genital complaint walked over and kissed my cheek. I got pissed the fuck off and don’t ask me why. Seriously, whose idea was it to turn her into my…your what?
I cleared my throat and asked for the others who had stepped out for some reason or another, fuck if I know what she said. I was still trying to process the no glasses, no wiry hair shit. The braces had been off for a few years already, besides, I wasn’t even trying to fuck with her teeth. The rest of her though! Fuck me why.
***
It was day three and nothing had changed, in fact the shit had grown worse. I was over here every fucking day like Pavlov’s dog looking for treats, and she was doling them out like a stingy absentee landlord. Today though I felt like something was going to break.
The parents were talking about how nice it was to have everyone home at the same time like I was a teenage boy instead of a twenty-five year old man. Owl, excuse me, Melanie, was breathing, which meant my ass was in trouble, and why the fuck did I come here again? Oh yeah, because you think she’s on your dick.
You see, last night I kinda realized that she was doing some looking and maybe a little flirting of her own. At first I didn’t know what to do with that shit. It was one thing for me to have my secret perv going on, but thinking that she might be feeling the same changed up the whole program. I haven’t had a plausible thought in three fucking days. It’s a wonder my business haven’t gone belly-up in the time she’s been back, because I can’t remember what the fuck I did yesterday except think about her.
I’m so fucked I haven’t even been able to look at another pussy and that shit is just not fucking right. I was going along fine here, no real cares in the world. My job was more like a hobby, what with the Internet and my penchant for numbers and knowing how to read the market, I was pretty much set. It didn’t hurt that my mom and dad’s network of friends and relations were more than willing to give me a shot in the beginning. And now that I had proven myself in the last three years or so, my clientele had grown exponentially.
My companion was more than passable and though she had been losing her mind lately, I was okay as long as the sex was hot. Now I can’t even enjoy that shit because I keep seeing my no longer so little stepsister in my fucking head. I’ve spent the last few days trying to figure shit out, like there was no longer any point in hiding from the facts and the truth is, I want her like a son of a bitch, fuck.