Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Sunny breaks into a smile.
“Oh, Kane—that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Thank you!”
She hugs me again and this time I hug her back with less trepidation. I love how warm and soft she feels in my arms—I haven’t been this close to a woman in years. In fact, living in Cellblock C, I barely even saw any women since they didn’t allow any female guards around the Rogue Alphas.
I’d forgotten how soft and sweet women can be—how warm and gentle and loving. It’s nice to be reminded.
But her soft body against mine produces an unintended effect. As her full breasts rub against my abs, I can feel my cock getting hard. Hastily, I shuffle back a bit, putting some distance between us. I can’t be getting a hard-on with my own little sister! Even if she isn’t really my sister at all, I still don’t want to offend her.
Sunny doesn’t seem to have noticed my problem, or at least, she doesn’t say anything about it. She just smiles when she pulls away and then takes me by the hand.
“Come on—let’s get comfy on the couch so we can talk.”
She leads me back to the living room which contains an overstuffed sofa with a faded floral print. I’m willing to bet this was also one of her Nan’s original possessions. There’s a hand-braided rag rug on the floor and a TV on a stand across from the couch. Everything is shabby but extremely neat and clean. It appears that Sunny lives in gentile poverty but you’d never know it by the pride she obviously takes in her home.
The living room is lit by two chunky, old-fashioned lamps with broad shades. They cast a warm, golden glow in the room which is good, since the outside light is fading.
It’s going to be time to go back to my truck soon, I think, noticing the rapidly approaching dusk. But somehow I can’t bear to leave yet. I want to sit with Sunny and talk—to catch up on all the people’s lives she told me about in her letters.
I told her some about prison life and the inmates around me too, but none of the violent, scary parts. I told her the funny stuff—like the time I was working in the kitchen and made a cake out of mashed potatoes and frosted and decorated it with whipped lard.
Everyone in the chow line was eager for a taste but I was saving it for a certain inmate who had given me trouble. I cut him a fat slice and he dug in before he even examined it. His face when he got a mouthful of cold mashed potatoes and lard “frosting” was fucking priceless! Sunny had gotten a real kick out of that story.
“So what’s going on?” I ask her as we settle on the couch, which is surprisingly comfortable. “Did your friend Lucy find out if she’s pregnant or not?”
Her eyes widen.
“Yes—and she is. But let me tell you, her husband is not happy about it!”
And we’re off. She fills me in on what happened since her last letter and I do the same, though I don’t talk nearly as much as she does. That’s fine with me though—I could listen to her sweet voice and watch her gorgeous face as she “spills the tea” all night long.
God, I can’t believe I’m actually here with her! I imagined this so many times—thought about sitting with her and just talking, like we are now. Just being able to communicate face-to-face instead of with letters. The reality is even better than my fantasy—her smile warms me all the way through.
I had some concerns that we might not be able to connect in person the way we did on paper, but those prove to be completely unfounded. If anything, we get along even better in person. We fit together so well, I can almost hear an audible click.
We end up talking for hours and the windows are completely black by the time I finally sigh and say,
“Well, I guess I should get going now.”
“Get going where?” Sunny demands, narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously. “You got somewhere to be?”
Actually, I do—I promised Branson this “errand” wouldn’t take long. But the fictional Kane I built doesn’t have anywhere to be or anyone to see and Sunny knows that.
“Well…” I say slowly. “It’s just getting late and I know you usually have to get up early to bake pies and make dinner rolls for the diner.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m going to kick you out!” She sounds horrified at the idea. “You’re staying here tonight.”
“Here?” I look around blankly. “Really, Sunny—you don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do!” she says firmly. “You’re my big brother—where else should you stay but with your little sister?”
“Well…” I say again, but Sunny takes that for an acceptance.