Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
And how come all of a sudden I was ‘big brother’? She never called me anything but Nicki before. In fact she was the only one I ever let get away with that shit because she’d seemed so lost and sad when we first met. Who knew that the knobby kneed, gap toothed urchin with the wiry hair would turn into this? And why the fuck had she decided to torment me with this shit? I was always nice to her dammit.
“I’m having a drink would you like one?” What the fuck?
“Since when do you drink? Put that shit down.” I walked over and took the decanter from her hand and replaced it on the marble counter where dad kept the rest of his liquor. Alcohol is the last thing we need to add to this equation. Clear heads must prevail because shit was already out the gate and if she made the wrong move she was in danger of finding herself gored by my dick, which was at this present time throbbing like a fucking toothache in my slacks. Fuck me if the fucker wasn’t leaking just from being this close. It was like being thirteen all over again.
I fought for control as she continued her innocent me bullshit, but if she thought that fuckery was gonna work she was dead wrong. I let my eyes run over her compact form in the clinging dress and had to bite back a growl. Take it easy Nick you cannot fuck this girl in this room. Maybe I should have a drink after all. I got control of myself and back to the matter at hand.
“Now would you please tell me what’s going on with you?” I didn’t want to be the first to show my hand. What if she wasn’t interested, what if I’d misread the whole situation? Then I’d just embarrass us both and put some kind of strain between us that would last for the rest of our fucking lives, since our folks were in it for the long haul. Or worse yet, what if she was just cutting her teeth on me?
Yeah, that made more sense. She was probably just trying out her wiles on me in order to catch the eyes of some punk at school. That’s more like it, more plausible I guess, but it didn’t do anything for my over hard dick; plus the fact that I didn’t like that scenario one little bit. Whether she’d intended it or not, she had placed herself in my crosshairs and I’m not the type to back down. Especially not since I’d decided I was more than a little interested. If this was a misunderstanding on my part, then I feel sorry for her ass, because the seed had already been planted and I had her scent now.
She popped an olive in her mouth and worked it over like I’ve never seen. Forget tying knots in cherry stems with your tongue, what this girl did with an olive pit should be illegal. Whether she was playing or not, my dick was in the game now. I just needed to play my cards right and do things in a way that would work for everyone involved because I was pretty sure that I was gonna be inside her before the night was through. I closed my eyes against the injustice of it all. Who the fuck taught her this shit?
If she were anyone else I would’ve already fucked her and put myself out of my misery, but she was my dad’s stepdaughter. I was also appreciative of her mother who had come into our lives at a time when I was sure I was gonna lose my dad to depression or worse, and brought him back to himself.
I’d also grown fond of the little urchin who’d seemed so alone when they first came here. I remember her being rather odd truth be known, always hiding in the shadows. The age gap was too much for us to ever become really close, but whenever I came home on break I made it a point to go out of my way to be nice. By the time she was in her teens I was all but gone from home and out on my own. I didn’t see her that often in the last few years, but I remember her not being that changed when she left for school.
Now less than a year later I was ready to fuck the pink off her young pussy if she didn’t stop her shit. “Nothing’s going on with me, whatever do you mean? By the way how’s Dee-Dee, that’s her name isn’t it?” She gave me a look that was more shark than little sister and I knew I was in some deep shit.
“She’s gone.” Why the fuck was she asking me about Dee-Dee? She had just been one in a long line of many who usually lasted no more than three months at the most and this one knows it, she’d ragged me about it enough in the past. “Forget about her, I want to talk about what you’ve been up to since you came home a few days ago.”