about Jonas?”
“Are you kidding? Can you imagine Dad with a hammer? He probably couldn’t even lift the thing.”
This was also true. My stepfather was as thin as a pole with arms that reminded me of tree branches in the winter. His face went purple trying to open a jar of pickles. Asking him to do any sort of manual labor was just a joke.
I relented. “What am I supposed to do?”
Her smug little grin was all over her voice when she answered. “Just help set up the stage. It’s really easy.” She paused, then added, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to sew, would you?”
My eyebrows lifted up into my hairline. “Sew?”
“Yeah, like costumes and stuff.”
“No!” I blurted in indignation. “I’m a mechanic, not a … a…” What the hell were they called?
“A seamstress?”
“Don’t they teach you how to sew over there?”
“If you can’t sew, just say so,” she retorted curtly. “I’ll ask Mom.”
“Mom can’t sew either and you know it.”
Tammy paused as she thought about this. “I don’t know then. Maybe I’ll buy something. How will the school know? Unless they find out and I get kicked out of the play and expelled from school…”
I shook my head. “I’ll see what I can do.”
That must have been exactly what she was waiting for. Her elated screech nearly deafened me.
“I love you! You’re the best brother in the whole world!”
My grin was unstoppable even when I fought to suppress it. “And you are the most spoiled and conniving little sister in the world.”
“I know!” she sing-songed. “It’s what makes me so awesome. Okay, I gotta go. Mom thinks I’m doing homework and reflecting on my bad choices.”
“Oh yeah? What did you do this time?”
She huffed. “Why would you think I did something?”
“Because you’re you.”
“True.” She sighed. “She caught me smoking.”
My grin was gone. “Jesus, Tam…”
“I know, I know. Smoking is bad for me, blah, blah, blah. It was only the one. I was stressed.”
“About?”
“Just school crap.” She exhaled deeply. “Math’s kicking my ass and I fucking hate science, and English, and algebra and—”
“I get it,” I interjected. “You hate all your classes.”
“Not all. I love drama and music, oh, and lunch. The rest can just go to hell.”
“Look, if you need help—”
“No, I’m okay. Thanks though. You really are an awesome brother, Gabe. Anyway, I gotta go. See you Saturday.”
She hung up before I could say anything else.
I dumped the phone down on the sofa and climbed to my feet. My lower back gave a twang and I rubbed absently at the spot as I shuffled my way into the sparsely stocked kitchen. I kicked aside a box and yanked open the fridge. A sickly, white light spilled over empty racks and I grunted.
“Pizza it is.”
Chapter Five
Ali
His hands were painfully hot gliding down the curve of my waist to leave a trail of fire down to my hip. Moist lips, danced over the curve of my neck and moved inward in the direction of my collarbone. Blunt, playful teeth nipped at my pulse, took a detour to nibble at my jaw line before resuming its downward trail to the hollow of my throat.
I burned. I could feel my skin reaching temperatures too high to be safe. My heart was a wild¸ desperate mess in my chest and I knew he could feel it the moment that mouth closed around my breast.
“Don’t stop…” I pleaded, threading my fingers into thick, silky hair the color of ebony and holding that mouth to me.
My back arched and a hard, toned arm slid beneath me, lifting me higher to the scraping teeth and circling tongue. A corded thigh pushed between mine, spreading me to lean hips and a searching cock.
A hiss whispered from my lips and I bowed beneath him. My head dipped back against the pillow and I waited to feel him fill me. The head of his cock slipped between my lips, mixing our juices as he nudged against my opening.
“Please…”
I was coming before he even broke
“Are you kidding? Can you imagine Dad with a hammer? He probably couldn’t even lift the thing.”
This was also true. My stepfather was as thin as a pole with arms that reminded me of tree branches in the winter. His face went purple trying to open a jar of pickles. Asking him to do any sort of manual labor was just a joke.
I relented. “What am I supposed to do?”
Her smug little grin was all over her voice when she answered. “Just help set up the stage. It’s really easy.” She paused, then added, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to sew, would you?”
My eyebrows lifted up into my hairline. “Sew?”
“Yeah, like costumes and stuff.”
“No!” I blurted in indignation. “I’m a mechanic, not a … a…” What the hell were they called?
“A seamstress?”
“Don’t they teach you how to sew over there?”
“If you can’t sew, just say so,” she retorted curtly. “I’ll ask Mom.”
“Mom can’t sew either and you know it.”
Tammy paused as she thought about this. “I don’t know then. Maybe I’ll buy something. How will the school know? Unless they find out and I get kicked out of the play and expelled from school…”
I shook my head. “I’ll see what I can do.”
That must have been exactly what she was waiting for. Her elated screech nearly deafened me.
“I love you! You’re the best brother in the whole world!”
My grin was unstoppable even when I fought to suppress it. “And you are the most spoiled and conniving little sister in the world.”
“I know!” she sing-songed. “It’s what makes me so awesome. Okay, I gotta go. Mom thinks I’m doing homework and reflecting on my bad choices.”
“Oh yeah? What did you do this time?”
She huffed. “Why would you think I did something?”
“Because you’re you.”
“True.” She sighed. “She caught me smoking.”
My grin was gone. “Jesus, Tam…”
“I know, I know. Smoking is bad for me, blah, blah, blah. It was only the one. I was stressed.”
“About?”
“Just school crap.” She exhaled deeply. “Math’s kicking my ass and I fucking hate science, and English, and algebra and—”
“I get it,” I interjected. “You hate all your classes.”
“Not all. I love drama and music, oh, and lunch. The rest can just go to hell.”
“Look, if you need help—”
“No, I’m okay. Thanks though. You really are an awesome brother, Gabe. Anyway, I gotta go. See you Saturday.”
She hung up before I could say anything else.
I dumped the phone down on the sofa and climbed to my feet. My lower back gave a twang and I rubbed absently at the spot as I shuffled my way into the sparsely stocked kitchen. I kicked aside a box and yanked open the fridge. A sickly, white light spilled over empty racks and I grunted.
“Pizza it is.”
Chapter Five
Ali
His hands were painfully hot gliding down the curve of my waist to leave a trail of fire down to my hip. Moist lips, danced over the curve of my neck and moved inward in the direction of my collarbone. Blunt, playful teeth nipped at my pulse, took a detour to nibble at my jaw line before resuming its downward trail to the hollow of my throat.
I burned. I could feel my skin reaching temperatures too high to be safe. My heart was a wild¸ desperate mess in my chest and I knew he could feel it the moment that mouth closed around my breast.
“Don’t stop…” I pleaded, threading my fingers into thick, silky hair the color of ebony and holding that mouth to me.
My back arched and a hard, toned arm slid beneath me, lifting me higher to the scraping teeth and circling tongue. A corded thigh pushed between mine, spreading me to lean hips and a searching cock.
A hiss whispered from my lips and I bowed beneath him. My head dipped back against the pillow and I waited to feel him fill me. The head of his cock slipped between my lips, mixing our juices as he nudged against my opening.
“Please…”
I was coming before he even broke
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