that she was the one I wanted.
“Call me Monday,” I told her. “Seven o’clock with your answer.”
I expected her to hang up, instead, she asked, “What about coming?”
Despite everything, I burst out laughing. The sound reverberated from my gut like a storm and exploded from my throat in a long, and rumbling roar. I would have been stunned by the unfamiliar sound if I could bring myself to stop. On the other end, I heard her timid giggles and it only made me laugh harder.
“Monday,” I promised her, forcing myself to sober down.
“Really?” she huffed. “Is this a ploy to get me to pick what you want?”
“No, this is my way of making sure we don’t do anything you’ll regret later,” I replied. “There is no hurry and if this is what you want, then it won’t matter. But when I allow you to come for the first time, it will be because you have chosen to be mine.”
“Well,” she breathed. “You certainly know how to get a girl all excited.”
I chuckled. “I try.”
She hung up after a soft goodbye. I set the phone done on the sofa next to me and peered down at the tent pole holding up the front of my sweats.
“Sorry, pal. Not tonight.”
I started to heave my horny, exhausted body off the sofa when the phone shrilled against my hip. For a startled second, I hoped it was her calling back to say she accepted. But from what I had gathered about my neighbor, she was consistent and thorough. She would wait until Monday. Which meant it could only be five other people.
Tamara’s excited chirp filled my ear even before I could speak.
“Guess what?”
I dropped back against the leather and settled in. I knew just from the volume of my sister’s excited voice that this would be an at least two hour conversation.
“What?”
“I got the lead role in the school musical,” she declared proudly and with more than a touch of arrogance. “I will be Odette in a modern and riveting retelling of Swan Lake.” She ended her dramatic roll with a deep and profound sigh. “I wowed the judges and stole the spotlight right out from under that little bitch’s fake nose.”
“Tammy!” I scolded without any heat.
“Her nose is totally fake,” she replied without missing a beat. “She can pretend it’s not, but it so is. I have pictures from kindergarten and trust me, so fake.”
I rolled my eyes. “I meant the bitch comment.”
“Why? Everyone says it.”
“Are you everyone?”
“What does that even mean?”
I was so glad she couldn’t see my grin. “Congratulations on getting the part.”
“I know! Awesome, right? Mr. Bowide says I have the grace and beauty of the silver screen, the old kind. You know? The black and white stuff from back in the dinosaur era.”
“I know,” I assured her.
“Anyway, so, you’re happy for me, right?”
Years of being her brother and recognizing that tone automatically prickled my apprehension.
“Possibly…” I said cautiously. “What do you want?”
“Well, see, here’s the thing,” she began, her words coming out quick. “The cast and crew have to elect a family member to help with building the stage and making the props and stuff and soooo…” She dragged her o on forever before continuing. “I volunteered you.” she said it in such a manner that she almost had me convinced she had done me a favor. “Isn’t that awesome? You don’t have to thank me. Just be at the school by eight on Saturday.”
“Whoa, hold on there!” I cut in before she could disconnect and trap me with this bomb she’d dropped into my lap. “What the hell did you sign me up for?”
“It’s only for the one day!” She exhaled sharply. “If you don’t help, I can’t be in the play.”
I glowered at the curtains across the room. “You couldn’t just ask like a normal person?”
“Would you have said yes like a normal person?” she countered smartly.
The odds of that were slim to none so I could see her point. But I didn’t like it.
“What
“Call me Monday,” I told her. “Seven o’clock with your answer.”
I expected her to hang up, instead, she asked, “What about coming?”
Despite everything, I burst out laughing. The sound reverberated from my gut like a storm and exploded from my throat in a long, and rumbling roar. I would have been stunned by the unfamiliar sound if I could bring myself to stop. On the other end, I heard her timid giggles and it only made me laugh harder.
“Monday,” I promised her, forcing myself to sober down.
“Really?” she huffed. “Is this a ploy to get me to pick what you want?”
“No, this is my way of making sure we don’t do anything you’ll regret later,” I replied. “There is no hurry and if this is what you want, then it won’t matter. But when I allow you to come for the first time, it will be because you have chosen to be mine.”
“Well,” she breathed. “You certainly know how to get a girl all excited.”
I chuckled. “I try.”
She hung up after a soft goodbye. I set the phone done on the sofa next to me and peered down at the tent pole holding up the front of my sweats.
“Sorry, pal. Not tonight.”
I started to heave my horny, exhausted body off the sofa when the phone shrilled against my hip. For a startled second, I hoped it was her calling back to say she accepted. But from what I had gathered about my neighbor, she was consistent and thorough. She would wait until Monday. Which meant it could only be five other people.
Tamara’s excited chirp filled my ear even before I could speak.
“Guess what?”
I dropped back against the leather and settled in. I knew just from the volume of my sister’s excited voice that this would be an at least two hour conversation.
“What?”
“I got the lead role in the school musical,” she declared proudly and with more than a touch of arrogance. “I will be Odette in a modern and riveting retelling of Swan Lake.” She ended her dramatic roll with a deep and profound sigh. “I wowed the judges and stole the spotlight right out from under that little bitch’s fake nose.”
“Tammy!” I scolded without any heat.
“Her nose is totally fake,” she replied without missing a beat. “She can pretend it’s not, but it so is. I have pictures from kindergarten and trust me, so fake.”
I rolled my eyes. “I meant the bitch comment.”
“Why? Everyone says it.”
“Are you everyone?”
“What does that even mean?”
I was so glad she couldn’t see my grin. “Congratulations on getting the part.”
“I know! Awesome, right? Mr. Bowide says I have the grace and beauty of the silver screen, the old kind. You know? The black and white stuff from back in the dinosaur era.”
“I know,” I assured her.
“Anyway, so, you’re happy for me, right?”
Years of being her brother and recognizing that tone automatically prickled my apprehension.
“Possibly…” I said cautiously. “What do you want?”
“Well, see, here’s the thing,” she began, her words coming out quick. “The cast and crew have to elect a family member to help with building the stage and making the props and stuff and soooo…” She dragged her o on forever before continuing. “I volunteered you.” she said it in such a manner that she almost had me convinced she had done me a favor. “Isn’t that awesome? You don’t have to thank me. Just be at the school by eight on Saturday.”
“Whoa, hold on there!” I cut in before she could disconnect and trap me with this bomb she’d dropped into my lap. “What the hell did you sign me up for?”
“It’s only for the one day!” She exhaled sharply. “If you don’t help, I can’t be in the play.”
I glowered at the curtains across the room. “You couldn’t just ask like a normal person?”
“Would you have said yes like a normal person?” she countered smartly.
The odds of that were slim to none so I could see her point. But I didn’t like it.
“What
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