Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Don’t call me that,” I mumbled.
“What, kiddo?” Channing had grinned, making my knees weak all over again.
I’d shaken my head. “Can you just call me Everly?”
He’d held my gaze, his hand still stroking the small of my back.
“And I think it was the Everclear,” I mumbled, turning to dry heave at the thought of the high-proof booze that was notorious for making teens wasted.
Channing had helped me into the house. He’d made sure my dad didn’t wake up. He’d washed my face with a washcloth, carried me into bed as the dizziness took over, gave me a glass of water, and tucked me in. He didn’t call me kiddo after that night.
…He swapped to “Everclear” instead.
There in the house that summer afternoon, I knew we were alone again. Tara and Amy were outside, my dad was golfing, and Catherine was at a happy hour somewhere. I tiptoed to the door to the lower level, listening for the sounds of him working out, but the lights were off and it was quiet.
If frowned, my fingers twisting together as I’d headed back through the house. And then, I’d heard it.
I froze, my brow furrowing in confusion. It sounded just like the sound of Channing working out, but I knew the basement had been empty. The sound came again, and my head snapped to look up the stairs to the second floor. The sound had come from my room, upstairs at the back of the house facing the pool in the backyard.
Curious, I’d nervously tiptoed, quietly on my bare soles up the stairs and then down the hall to my bedroom door. I was trying to figure out why the hell he’d be in my room, but as I got closer, I heard the noise again — a hard grunt it sounded like, coming from behind my half-closed door.
I’d swallowed thickly, moved closer, peered through the gap between the half-closed door and the frame, and almost shrieked.
Standing in my bedroom, half-hidden behind the curtains to my window, stood my stepbrother, slowly fisting his huge cock as he stared out the window.
My eyes went wide in their sockets, and I had to put my hand to my mouth to physically stifle a gasp. My mind reeling and my eyes glued to him, I couldn't help but stare as he slowly pumped his hand up and down the pulsing shaft of his enormous dick. He was staring out the window towards the pool, quietly groaning as he jerked his cock. And at first, a big spike of green jealousy went through my guy, thinking about my two friends out there in their bikinis. I mean, that’s who Channing had been watching, obviously, right?
But slowly, something dawned on me. Outside, my two friends had been sitting at the round table on the patio, under the big sun umbrella. There was no way you could’ve seen them from my bedroom. Which meant…
The realization hit me like a shock to the heart: Channing had been watching me.
My heart racing, I bit at my lower lip as I peered through the crack in the door, staring hard at the thick cock jutting out from his pants. As I looked, I suddenly noticed that there was something wrapped around it that he was stroking over his cock as he pulled at it. My eyes widened as I realized they were a pair of panties, and then I almost gasped out-loud again as I realized something else; there were two women who lived in this house, and I was pretty sure that I was the only one of them who owned a pair of red lacy thong panties that she kept hidden away in her underwear drawer.
…Channing, my stepbrother, was jerking his big cock with my panties, while watching me. I felt a heated jolt run through me as I bit down on my hand, feeling my pulse rage in my ears as I watched him.
“Everly! Did you get those waters!”
I’d practically jumped out of my skin as Tara had yelled up the stairs. I’d bolted, scurrying as fast and as quietly as I could to the stairs and flying down them two at a time.
I'd stayed awake long into the night that evening, thinking about exactly what I'd witnessed and trying to wrap my head around having seen my stepbrother jerking his cock like that. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep until finally, I ended up pulling the red lacy thong out of my drawer and rubbing it against my dripping wet pussy until I came, before I fell asleep.
I’d wanted him from the moment I met him.
I’d loved him since the night he’d held my hair in the driveway.
And now, today, I was going to do something about it.
3
Channing
The meeting droned on — my whiny, sniveling client lamenting his state of affairs. Like I had any sympathy for him. I mean the man had a great family — cute, smart kids who adored him, and a gorgeous, sexy wife who loved him. And he’d thrown the whole thing away to chase after his secretary and their mutual love of cocaine.