Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry.” A sob chokes her. “I never assumed…I just…”
“I cheated on you, Amy.”
She blinks at me and her mouth parts. Her bottom lip trembles. “W-What?”
“At school. There was this girl and—”
“No, Hudson,” she says as she hugs herself. “No.”
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I fucked up.”
“Is this why you’ve been so distant? Are we breaking up?”
Most girls would flip the hell out and break up with their boyfriend about now. Not Amy. God, why does she have to be so forgiving? She doesn’t deserve someone who not only cheated on her but did it again with his own sister.
“Amy…” I don’t know what we’re doing.
“We can fix this,” she assures me through her tears, her shaky hands reaching for my belt. “I can do the things you like. I’m sorry, Hudson. I’ll give you blow jobs again like you want. Please.” A loud, ugly sob escapes her.
Gently, I push her hands away from me. For so many reasons. Reasons I can’t even unpack from my mind right now. “No, Amy. A blow job won’t fix everything. It’s not that easy.”
“I love you, Hudson. Whatever it is you’re dealing with, we can get through it together.”
Not this.
I don’t know how to deal with this.
Confusing thoughts about my sister.
What Rylie and I just did…
That kiss.
The way she rubbed on me.
My cock twitches at the reminder and I groan, running my fingers through my hair.
Amy throws her arms around my neck and hugs me, bawling her eyes out. “I can’t lose you. We’ve been through so much together. Please, Hudson.”
I hug her because she deserves the comfort, but I’d rather be hugging someone else. “I’m sorry, Amy. I just need to figure some shit out.” Figure out how not to want to fuck my sister.
She sobs but nods. “I’ll be here for you.”
I stroke her hair and let out a heavy sigh. “Let me walk you back to your car.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers again.
I’m sorry too.
I stand under the spray of the shower with my head bowed. The drive home tonight, Rylie and I didn’t say a word. I wanted to say a lot of things, but my mind was a mess. The moment we got back, she bolted from the truck and disappeared.
The water eventually runs cold and I’m forced to get out. I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist. When I step out of the bathroom, Rylie sits perched on the arm of the sofa. Her long, slender legs are bare and I can’t help but glance over them.
“Rylie,” I start.
She stands up and walks over to me. I can see her small nipples through her white T-shirt. Her black cotton shorts are short and draw attention to her tanned legs. A sharp breath hisses from me when she stands too close. Not close enough that we touch, but close enough that I can smell her clean hair.
“You said you’d shave me,” she murmurs, her voice low and intoxicating. It slides over my skin like warm wax. A little painful at first, but then it feels good.
I’m not supposed to feel this way about my fucking sister.
“I did,” I agree, my tone gruff. “Let me throw on some pants.”
After a beat of silence, she nods. I stalk from the bathroom over to my drawers and yank out a pair of gray sweats. She’s gone into the bathroom, so I drop the towel and then slide the sweats on. When I walk back into the bathroom, she’s sitting perched on the edge of the sink. I close the door and lock it behind me. The room feels too small with both of us in it.
I can’t meet her eyes as I reach past her to plug the sink and turn on the warm water. Her intense stare bores into me. I can feel the heat of it burning me. Quickly, I grab my can of shaving cream and my razor.
“I think I broke up with Amy,” I blurt out as I turn off the water once the sink is filled.
“Oh?” Her voice is small. “I’m sorry.”
I give her a nod and then tap her knee with my knuckles. “Stretch your leg across the sink,” I instruct, my voice husky.
She complies and my cock takes notice of her spread open before me, her shorts the only thing between us. I cup my hand in the warm water and release it on her leg. Her breath hitches when I palm her leg, wetting it. I run my palm over her knee, along her thigh, and stop just below the hem of her shorts. It takes intense focus, but I manage to pull my hand from her leg to squirt some shaving cream into it. I rub the cream along her shin and start spreading it over her flesh.
“You’re so hairy,” I tease, hoping to break up the intense moment.