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)
The situation would be fucked to say the least. Just how do you go from being someone’s big brother to lover? And why the fuck do you wanna know? In the end it didn’t matter though, because the next day she was gone. Just like that. After teasing the fuck out of me for three whole days she just up and left. It was only after she was gone that I became convinced that she’d been teasing my ass and that it hadn’t been my imagination.
But why? It seems like that had been her only purpose for being here. She came, turned my life upside the fuck down, and left like a thief in the night. I was tempted to go after her ass and demand to know what the fuck she was up to, but lucky for me, she came back home before I made an ass of myself.
NICK (A few weeks later)
I shouldn’t have come here tonight, I knew that shit, but like a glutton for punishment I showed up anyway. This waffling shit has been going on for way too long though and it has to stop. I’m usually more on top of my game, but in all fairness I was new to this one. I felt my muscles tense when I saw yet another man approach her, and had to remind myself yet again that she wasn’t mine to protect, well not in that way anyway, and she was old enough to have suitors. If I went over there acting crazy as fuck, tongues would start wagging for sure. But this shit was getting out of control.
I bit my tongue and tried to distract myself by getting lost in mundane conversation with the blonde who’d just approached me. She was one of Melanie’s friends from high school or something, hell if I remember; I never paid that much attention to her little playmates before. Never really paid too much attention to her either, not until recently.
I felt the pull again no matter what I did, and decided to just deal with this shit once and for all. I’d pretty much made up my mind to do just that already, but I’d been willing to put it off until I’d had more time to think things through. Now with all the men sniffing around her ass this evening, I think maybe that shit is dead.
It wasn’t just the men sniffing around her that was the problem; it was my reaction to it that was setting my fucking teeth on edge. I never really gave a fuck before if someone was checking out the woman I was with. As a matter of fact I usually saw it as a kind of compliment that someone else was that into something that I had, fucked up I know, but there you have it.
Tonight I was this close to ripping a motherfucker’s head off with my bare hands though, and my danger signals were off the radar like a son of a bitch. I didn’t appreciate any of it truth be known, didn’t like the changes that she’d made. Why couldn’t she have stayed the sweet unassuming little stepsister that she’d always been? Why do women always have to go and start shit? And if she had to make these changes, why the fuck did she find it necessary to target my ass for practice?
If she laughed at one more thing that fucker said he was gonna miss a couple of his fucking teeth. The little blonde next to me didn’t seem too pleased that she didn’t have my full attention, and I quickly excused myself and made my way that much closer to my prey. The dress she had on was too short and too tight, and the color did something amazing to her skin and eyes. Every fucking male in the vicinity seemed aware of this as well, which was a fucking no-no. She was sharing way too fucking much of what I had come to think of as mine here lately.
What else was I supposed to think, when she so obviously flirted with me every chance she got in the last few days since she’d been back for summer vacation? Her tinkling laugh rang out once again and I looked around in time to see her hand rest on his arm playfully, fuck that.
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MELANIE
I can feel his stare from all the way across the room. I can’t believe it’s working; especially on my Nick, he’s so elusive. ‘My Nick’ I’d grown accustomed to thinking of him in that way over the years, but for a different reason, and always silently of course. Now I wanted that to become a reality more than I wanted anything else in my life.
My stomach was in knots as I tried all the moves my best friend had taught me to catch his eye. The last time I’d embarked on this little experiment I’d chickened out in the end, too afraid of what ifs to take it all the way. Now things had changed and I was afraid that if I didn’t go through with it, if I didn’t let my sexy stepbrother know how I really felt about him, it would be too late.