Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Maybe this trip was for the best after all. Maybe a summer away was just what I needed to get over my big strapping enigmatically sexy step-bro. So why did I feel like crying? Why did I feel like the heart was being ripped out of me and torn to shreds by wild dogs? Yes, I’m a bit dramatic. Did I mention I’m Italian?
I rolled over and punched my pillow to get rid of some of the frustration that has been plaguing me all day, but nothing helped as usual.
Not even a few laps in the pool and a run on the treadmill were enough to dispel my thoughts. I knew I was only kidding myself. I could go to the ends of the earth and he’d still be on my mind.
If only I hadn’t seen his dick, maybe I wouldn’t be so obsessed. Though my infatuation had started long before that fateful day. But that only served to enhance my already overheated libido.
It was purely by accident that I saw it too, okay maybe not so much. I’d known he was in the shower, something he hardly ever did here at the family home anymore.
But he and pop had been working on something out back and he’d gotten all sweaty and decided to wash it off. I honestly thought he’d still be in the shower with the smoky glass door drawn where I couldn’t see him.
I was going to use the key to open the bathroom door, sneak into there to mess with him and run away laughing. Only that’s not how it happened.
Because he was stepping out of the shower as I walked in and two things happened at once. My eyes and mouth fell open wide and I stood rooted to the spot in shock, and his cock got hard. Real hard!
I wasn’t sure if the last was on my account, still don’t. For all I know he could’ve been thinking about his latest bimbo while he showered and that was the result.
But it was a thing of beauty and I was totally captivated, mesmerized until his growled ‘get out’ woke me from my daze and sent me running from the bathroom with my face on fire.
I’d been so confused at first, caught between hot and embarrassed.
But for some reason, after I got over my embarrassment, I just had to call my other dear friend Bethany. Bethany is a year ahead of me in years, but much more in experience.
She’s been giving me pointers on what to do to test the waters if I were interested in a guy and wasn’t sure about his feelings for me. Of course she didn’t know who I was trying to attract because I’d die before I told anyone how hopeless I was.
Not to mention the fact that everyone else saw him as my big brother and they just might think I was a freak, something I struggled with in the beginning myself.
So that night after I’d calmed down, I called her and told her about the latest development and she was only too happy to offer my her expert advice.
So it was under her guidance that I’d taken to wearing short shorts around him, and leaving the top buttons undone on my blouse per her instructions.
Or my favorite trick. Wearing mini skirts that I knew would show everything if I bent over low enough, with a thong underneath to make it just right. And I always found a reason to bend over in front of him. When no one else was around of course.
I’ve done everything to make him hard. Just to see if that day’s hard-on was because of me mind you, and not for any other reason.
It didn’t take long for me to have my answer. He was definitely affected by me, but he still never said a word. Except to warn me about teasing grown men. But once I felt that high, of being able to make his body react, it was too hard to give up.
Bethany and I had, had many a conversation on the phone about my progress, especially after the night I’d told her about seeing his cock.
I’d been having so much fun messing with him, each time hoping that that would be the day he finally gave into my advances. And now this.
Maybe it was his retribution for what I’d done to him; having our parents send me away. And who can blame him? Now that I think about it that was a crappy thing to do to him. But I was just being a teenager for crap sake he didn’t have to take it so seriously.
Still, I’d almost wish that that was the reason instead of the other. If he was sending me away because of her I’d just die. What if he got married while I was away?