Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Now that I’m an adult, I’ve learned to control my panic response somewhat. I can walk past a dog on a leash with no problem. But I still don’t like it when a dog is running around free. Especially if it’s a big dog, that might jump up on me. I don’t care how friendly it is—I don’t like that. I’ve left friend’s houses before because they couldn’t understand my fear and refused to put their dog in the next room while I was there.
But enough about my phobia. I was staring at the white scars on the mysterious masked man’s left wrist and I knew he was Cole. I flicked my eyes away when he saw me looking though, and bent to examine the shoes. There were five pairs there and they all looked to be my size—just like the clothes.
It all made sense now—of course my big brother would make it his business to know my sizes. And of course he would choose clothes that would appeal to him. I had noticed that most of the outfits were either topless or made specifically to show off my breasts. Cole was most definitely a breast man—I knew that from the way he looked at me and from some of the things I’d heard him say while he was jerking off. Things like,
“God, baby—why did you have to grow such big, gorgeous tits?”
Like I said, I was pretty much flat as a board until I was twenty-one, so my big breasts were still relatively new to both of us. And it was clear that my big brother found them to be quite a temptation.
“Do you like the things I picked for you?” he rumbled, breaking into my train of thought. I had a feeling he was raising an eyebrow at me, though of course I couldn’t see it because of that damn mask.
“Do you like them?” I countered. “Most of them seem to be made to show off my breasts,” I added, voicing my earlier thoughts. “Is that on purpose?”
“Well, your breasts are beautiful,” he growled softly. “So big and ripe.”
“Do you want me to show them to you when I dance for you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, how much of a show do you want? Am I just pole dancing, or am I stripping for you?”
His answer was unhesitating.
“Strip for me, baby,” he growled. “I want to see all of your beautiful body.”
“And do you want a lap dance, too?” I asked, wondering how far my big brother was willing to go.
He shifted from foot to foot uncertainly. I risked a glance down at the crotch of his trousers and saw that he was most definitely hard. He wanted to say yes—I was sure of it.
“Let’s just play it by ear,” he said at last. “Let me see you dance first.”
“All right,” I said lightly. “Give me a minute to get ready. Er…do you have any music?”
“Of course.” He nodded. “I’ll start it when you come in. For now, I’ll go wait for you in the living room.”
He left the room with a long last look at me before closing the door and I felt a thrill of excitement go through me.
I wasn’t here to dance for some random guy who might have seen me at the strip club—I was here to put on a private show for my own big brother. I was here to give him something he couldn’t admit he wanted from me, his little sister.
I was here because he wanted me the same way I wanted him.
I intended to give him a show he would never forget.
8
COLE
I went back to the living room, where a stripper pole had been set up, and settled back on the long black leather couch. I had the remote to the music system at hand as well as the remote to the lighting which had only recently been installed, as per my instructions. Right now the overhead LED lights were glowing a dim red, but I had the option to change colors or make things brighter if I wanted to, for a better view.
I might have gone a tiny bit overboard with this whole set up, I admitted to myself as I relaxed on the couch—or tried to relax, since my cock was so hard it felt like I could fuck through a concrete wall. I had spent quite a lot of money on this little venture—especially on the clothes I’d picked for my little sister to wear while she danced for me.
The whole thing had made my second in command, Kurt, extremely uneasy.
“I don’t know, boss,” he said, as he was driving me there that night, prior to going to get Delilah. “You sure this is a good idea? I mean, you’re really going to let your own little sister strip for you?”