Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
It was a simple question, but startling in its intimacy. I didn’t know what to say at first. Running my fingers through her hair, I breathed in deeply of Catherine’s intoxicating scent. Then I nodded.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’d love to cuddle.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want,” Catherine said as she raised her head a bit.
“No,” I said holding fast to her. “Let’s do this.” There was no way I was going to let her be. Not after what she just gave me.
But then, Catherine has second thoughts.
“We probably shouldn’t,” she says, pushing me away. “I forgot Angela will be home soon. If she finds you in my room, then it’s all over,” she adds as tears pooled in her eyes.
This is the perfect opportunity for me to jump in and tell her that Angela and I are broken up. Maybe we only officially broke up a couple days ago, but we were done a long time before that. There was no feeling between us. We were only together because we’re the popular people at Mesa, and everyone expected us to be together.
But I should leave that conversation to Angela. This is her sister, after all, and I don’t want to come between sisters. Instead, I stroke Catherine’s hair gently.
“You’re right, that wouldn’t be such a good thing.”
The curvy girl shoots me a disappointed look.
“And you should probably get dressed too, Hunter. We wouldn’t want Angela barging in here with you this way.”
Glancing down I nodded and laughed. I was still stark naked and my cock hung against my thigh, purple and huge.
“Yeah, this would be a bit bad, wouldn’t it?”
We both laugh, and dressing quickly, I stood at the head of the couch. Catherine kept her eyes down, refusing to look at me.
“You should probably go,” she finally says in a quiet voice. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, and Angela will be home soon.”
Again, it’s the perfect time for me to say something to alleviate her guilt. But instead, I nod my head.
“Sure, see you around, sweetheart,” I say in a low voice.
Then, I walk to the front door and leave. Once I’m outside, remorse fills me. Did I just take a young girl’s innocence, only to leave her feeling guilty? But soon, Angela will reveal the truth, and perhaps Catherine and I can start anew.
7
Catherine
I sit in the kitchen of our small apartment, lost in thought. Rubbing my fingertips over my lips, I can’t help but think of Hunter. His sweet taste still lingers on me as if he just kissed me. I can still feel his large hands running over my curves as he groans throatily in my ear.
I should feel guilty, but somehow I don’t. I’m not even sure how I should feel, to be honest. Should I feel like a criminal? Should I feel happy? Should I jump with joy before breaking down into tears? Probably all of those things, seeing that he’s my sister’s boyfriend. I have no claim to him, and no right to his body or soul. But what about last night? Was that something I can build on? Or was it a desperate moment of weakness on his part?
Thoughts swirl about my head, making the matter even more confusing because even if we want this to work, what do we say to my sister? What will Angela say if we tell her? Will she kick me out? Where will I live if she throws me out for sleeping with her boyfriend?
But that’s getting too far ahead because I don’t even know if Hunter wants this. Again, last night might have been a one-time mistake, and maybe even now, he’s regretting it.
My heart clenches as if an invisible hand clamped around it. The crushing sensation was almost too much to bear as I chewed on my lower lip nervously. Tapping my foot on the floor, I tried to push out all thoughts of Hunter. But no matter how much I tried to ignore him mentally, there he was. His handsome face captivated me, holding me in thrall.
“Enough,” I say out loud while shaking my head.
Suddenly, there’s a noise at the door.
“What are you going on about?” Angela asks, letting herself into the apartment. “Talking to yourself again, Cat?”
Even though I grew up with her, the image of my sister still makes me catch my breath because Angela’s gorgeous. She’s got long golden hair that flows over her back like a cape, and a dainty nose that looks like a ski slope. Her physique is perfect in a tiny cheerleading outfit with a short white skirt highlighting her long, tan legs. She also has an ample bust and narrow torso, shown off to their best advantage by a white cheerleading crop top. After years of sisterhood, I’m still shocked that we’re related.
I was going to spill my guts to her about me and Hunter, but no words come out. My mouth merely opens, and then closes again.