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Authors: D.G. Whiskey
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a lot easier to smack your ass from there. Something tells me you’re a girl who would like that kind of thing.”
Tyra rotated her hips, grinding herself against me at the sound of my words.
“Ooh, yeah. That would be pretty damn good.”
She grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face toward hers, launching straight into a deep kiss. Her tongue penetrated my mouth and danced around my own, as aggressive as I would have expected from her boldness.
“Wow,” she breathed. “You are a good kisser. I can’t wait to see what you do in the sack.”
The surrounding space had vacated—we had our own personal bubble in the corner of the room. It was late enough, people were drunk enough, and the music was loud enough that no one seemed to mind that Tyra full out accosted me in the living room.
Even though I kept looking over to the kitchen where Leah stood talking, I never caught her looking in our direction again. Putting on a performance and nobody cared, least of all the one I’d orchestrated it for.
“So, you’re Leah’s stepbrother, huh?” Tyra asked. Her hips continued a slow rotation in my lap, and despite my intentions, I could feel myself getting hard.
And although I only wanted Leah, I had to admit that her friend was a stunner.
“That’s right. As of Saturday.”
“Isn’t it awkward? Since you hooked up and all?”
“She told you?” I looked sharply at my stepsister. Her back faced us, but if people could feel stares then her hair would soon light on fire.
“We’re best friends, silly. We share everything.” As she said share , she settled even more fully into my lap.
“Is that right?” What had I got myself into?
“She told me how good you were, you know. Mind-blowing. Rocked her world. I can’t wait to see what all the fuss is about.” She pulled me back in for another kiss.
Rocked her world? It was good to know that I hadn’t been imagining how good the sex between us was. She wasn’t pushing me away because she’d had a bad time.
The performance had gone on long enough. It was time to talk to Leah. I grabbed hold of Tyra's shoulders and pushed her away. “I’ve got to hit the bathroom and grab a drink. Raincheck?”
She pouted, but swung her leg off me so I could get up. “Better not be too long.”
When I got to the kitchen, Leah wasn’t there.
“Hey, Kevin, is Leah in the bathroom, or something?”
The violinist shook his head. “I think she said she was going to bed.”
“Bed? But it’s only… midnight. Wow. Didn’t realize it had gotten so late.” Still, would she go to sleep with everyone still in her apartment? Without saying goodnight?
Doubt fogged my mind. Maybe she didn’t want me around and inviting me here was just a pleasant gesture that I wasn’t supposed to accept.
“There you are,” Tyra said as she latched onto my arm from behind. “What do you say we take a little two-man party back to your place? I’m in the mood for some better music and Leah said that yours was great.”
“You know what?” I said. “Let’s go do that.”
Cold water splashed against my face helped a little to wake me up and shake off the hangover.
But only a bit.
God, why did I drink so much last night?
I knew why. It’s because it was the only thing I could think of to get my mind off what was happening in the corner of my living room. Even when I’d turned away so my eyes couldn’t see, my mind painted the picture for me: Tyra gyrating in Chris’ lap as they made out on my couch.
And it was all my fault.
My phone beeped and my heart stuttered. It was a message from Chris.
Ignore it, Leah. That’s the best thing you can do. Just ignore it.
Once I’d hid away and pretended to go to sleep last night, it didn’t take long for Chris and Tyra to vacate the apartment. I wonder if she appreciated his throbbing music as much as I did? Did they dance until they couldn’t take it anymore and had to have each other?
Dammit. I had to
Tyra rotated her hips, grinding herself against me at the sound of my words.
“Ooh, yeah. That would be pretty damn good.”
She grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face toward hers, launching straight into a deep kiss. Her tongue penetrated my mouth and danced around my own, as aggressive as I would have expected from her boldness.
“Wow,” she breathed. “You are a good kisser. I can’t wait to see what you do in the sack.”
The surrounding space had vacated—we had our own personal bubble in the corner of the room. It was late enough, people were drunk enough, and the music was loud enough that no one seemed to mind that Tyra full out accosted me in the living room.
Even though I kept looking over to the kitchen where Leah stood talking, I never caught her looking in our direction again. Putting on a performance and nobody cared, least of all the one I’d orchestrated it for.
“So, you’re Leah’s stepbrother, huh?” Tyra asked. Her hips continued a slow rotation in my lap, and despite my intentions, I could feel myself getting hard.
And although I only wanted Leah, I had to admit that her friend was a stunner.
“That’s right. As of Saturday.”
“Isn’t it awkward? Since you hooked up and all?”
“She told you?” I looked sharply at my stepsister. Her back faced us, but if people could feel stares then her hair would soon light on fire.
“We’re best friends, silly. We share everything.” As she said share , she settled even more fully into my lap.
“Is that right?” What had I got myself into?
“She told me how good you were, you know. Mind-blowing. Rocked her world. I can’t wait to see what all the fuss is about.” She pulled me back in for another kiss.
Rocked her world? It was good to know that I hadn’t been imagining how good the sex between us was. She wasn’t pushing me away because she’d had a bad time.
The performance had gone on long enough. It was time to talk to Leah. I grabbed hold of Tyra's shoulders and pushed her away. “I’ve got to hit the bathroom and grab a drink. Raincheck?”
She pouted, but swung her leg off me so I could get up. “Better not be too long.”
When I got to the kitchen, Leah wasn’t there.
“Hey, Kevin, is Leah in the bathroom, or something?”
The violinist shook his head. “I think she said she was going to bed.”
“Bed? But it’s only… midnight. Wow. Didn’t realize it had gotten so late.” Still, would she go to sleep with everyone still in her apartment? Without saying goodnight?
Doubt fogged my mind. Maybe she didn’t want me around and inviting me here was just a pleasant gesture that I wasn’t supposed to accept.
“There you are,” Tyra said as she latched onto my arm from behind. “What do you say we take a little two-man party back to your place? I’m in the mood for some better music and Leah said that yours was great.”
“You know what?” I said. “Let’s go do that.”
Cold water splashed against my face helped a little to wake me up and shake off the hangover.
But only a bit.
God, why did I drink so much last night?
I knew why. It’s because it was the only thing I could think of to get my mind off what was happening in the corner of my living room. Even when I’d turned away so my eyes couldn’t see, my mind painted the picture for me: Tyra gyrating in Chris’ lap as they made out on my couch.
And it was all my fault.
My phone beeped and my heart stuttered. It was a message from Chris.
Ignore it, Leah. That’s the best thing you can do. Just ignore it.
Once I’d hid away and pretended to go to sleep last night, it didn’t take long for Chris and Tyra to vacate the apartment. I wonder if she appreciated his throbbing music as much as I did? Did they dance until they couldn’t take it anymore and had to have each other?
Dammit. I had to
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