and I would not be able to stop at inspecting that birthmark on her inner thigh. I’d have a lot more inspecting to do.
I scrubbed at my face again when I should have been punching it, and swung the door open wide. “I’m convinced. Sorry. Still catching up to you being all grown up now.”
“You’re all grown up too. At least more than the last time I saw you.” Her gaze dropped to my crotch again, and this time, I think she noticed. It would be hard to miss it.
“Do you want me to grab your suitcases?” I asked, hitching my thumb at the rental car she had parked in the space outside the door.
“Yeah, that would be great.” Bree moved around the living room, taking in the space. I couldn’t tell if she liked it or not, but while she was distracted, it gave me a chance to check her out without being all obvious.
She still had that same light-colored hair that hung down her back. The same brown eyes. She still moved the same—all graceful and feminine—but this time she had the hips to sway with that walk. They pulled the fabric of her skirt as she moved. Her ass was the same story—round, full, and equipped to make a dude’s dick twitch.
Her legs were slim and long for her small size, and when I found myself picturing them squeezed around me as I ground into her, I backed out of the door for her luggage.
If for no other reason than to beat myself over the head with them.
This is your best friend’s little sister, Jake. Little. Sister. I kept repeating the phrase to myself until it cleared the filthy images from my head. There were a million girls out there, plenty of them willing to let me do as many filthy things to them as I had in mind, but this one was off-limits. It didn’t matter how banging her body was or how much my johnson craved her. Off-limits.
After grabbing her suitcases out of the trunk, I was about to head back into my apartment when I stopped myself just outside. I could not mess this up with Bree. I’d already fucked things up by failing on my promise to her. I could not sever whatever connection we still had left by fucking her into next summer like I wanted to.
Off-limits. That was my objective with her.
She wasn’t still in the living room when I came back through the door. She wasn’t in the kitchen either, I noticed, as I went to carry her luggage into my room.
That was when I heard it. The shower. The bathroom door was closed.
Fuck me.
She was taking a shower. She was naked behind that door. Touching her body. Someone just put a bullet in my brain now because I was not going to be able to keep this up for the next six weeks.
“Bree?” I knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey, hope you don’t mind but I just jumped in the shower. I’ve been up for twenty hours and needed to wash the airplane funk off.”
My forehead fell against the door. I knew she wasn’t trying to torture me, but she was. She couldn’t help it that I was the kind of guy thinking about sex a minute after I’d just finished the last round.
Oh wait, that was every guy.
“I’m just going to set your luggage in my room. It’s at the end of the hall here.”
“Okay, great. I’ll be out in a sec.”
She might not have looked like the Bree I remembered, but she was still the same person. Making herself comfortable wherever she went. That was one of the things I’d liked about her—that she was comfortable around different people in different settings.
After settling her suitcases beside my closet, I looked at my bed. It was a mess. I had a few minutes to change the sheets and make the bed before she finished in the shower.
The shower. She was in my shower. The one I stood in every day, sometimes jerking off in. After today, I’d spend a lot more time jerking off in there.
By now, my dick was actually hurting from being this hard. Maybe if I just rubbed one out, I’d get over this and then we could both get back to being old friends.
Before I knew it, I was lowering my zipper and
I scrubbed at my face again when I should have been punching it, and swung the door open wide. “I’m convinced. Sorry. Still catching up to you being all grown up now.”
“You’re all grown up too. At least more than the last time I saw you.” Her gaze dropped to my crotch again, and this time, I think she noticed. It would be hard to miss it.
“Do you want me to grab your suitcases?” I asked, hitching my thumb at the rental car she had parked in the space outside the door.
“Yeah, that would be great.” Bree moved around the living room, taking in the space. I couldn’t tell if she liked it or not, but while she was distracted, it gave me a chance to check her out without being all obvious.
She still had that same light-colored hair that hung down her back. The same brown eyes. She still moved the same—all graceful and feminine—but this time she had the hips to sway with that walk. They pulled the fabric of her skirt as she moved. Her ass was the same story—round, full, and equipped to make a dude’s dick twitch.
Her legs were slim and long for her small size, and when I found myself picturing them squeezed around me as I ground into her, I backed out of the door for her luggage.
If for no other reason than to beat myself over the head with them.
This is your best friend’s little sister, Jake. Little. Sister. I kept repeating the phrase to myself until it cleared the filthy images from my head. There were a million girls out there, plenty of them willing to let me do as many filthy things to them as I had in mind, but this one was off-limits. It didn’t matter how banging her body was or how much my johnson craved her. Off-limits.
After grabbing her suitcases out of the trunk, I was about to head back into my apartment when I stopped myself just outside. I could not mess this up with Bree. I’d already fucked things up by failing on my promise to her. I could not sever whatever connection we still had left by fucking her into next summer like I wanted to.
Off-limits. That was my objective with her.
She wasn’t still in the living room when I came back through the door. She wasn’t in the kitchen either, I noticed, as I went to carry her luggage into my room.
That was when I heard it. The shower. The bathroom door was closed.
Fuck me.
She was taking a shower. She was naked behind that door. Touching her body. Someone just put a bullet in my brain now because I was not going to be able to keep this up for the next six weeks.
“Bree?” I knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey, hope you don’t mind but I just jumped in the shower. I’ve been up for twenty hours and needed to wash the airplane funk off.”
My forehead fell against the door. I knew she wasn’t trying to torture me, but she was. She couldn’t help it that I was the kind of guy thinking about sex a minute after I’d just finished the last round.
Oh wait, that was every guy.
“I’m just going to set your luggage in my room. It’s at the end of the hall here.”
“Okay, great. I’ll be out in a sec.”
She might not have looked like the Bree I remembered, but she was still the same person. Making herself comfortable wherever she went. That was one of the things I’d liked about her—that she was comfortable around different people in different settings.
After settling her suitcases beside my closet, I looked at my bed. It was a mess. I had a few minutes to change the sheets and make the bed before she finished in the shower.
The shower. She was in my shower. The one I stood in every day, sometimes jerking off in. After today, I’d spend a lot more time jerking off in there.
By now, my dick was actually hurting from being this hard. Maybe if I just rubbed one out, I’d get over this and then we could both get back to being old friends.
Before I knew it, I was lowering my zipper and
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