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)
“Popcorn’s fine with me.” I shrug, still wondering what’s wrong with her. It’s like she can’t stop looking at me. Seriously, is there something on my chest? I look down at myself again but I still don’t see anything.
“Okay, well I’d better jump in the shower.” Sunny hurries past me, leaving me to wonder if she’s really all right.
Well, I guess she’ll figure it out, whatever it is. I settle on the couch and pick up the remote. I’m down for any kind of movie but another werewolf flick.
I start flipping channels and in the background, I hear the shower cut on. I try really, really hard not to picture her naked in there with the water running down her lush, curvy body. I can just imagine it beading on her tight pink nipples and sliding down to the soft cleft of her pussy…
Stop it, Connor! I scold myself. You can’t think of her like that—she’s supposed to be your sister!
But I can’t seem to help it—the mental images keep coming back. Now I’m picturing myself in the shower with her, kneeling down to tongue her pussy open as she moans and clutches my shoulders for balance…
Damn it, now I’m hard again! I should have jerked off in the shower but I didn’t need to at that moment. Now I’m wishing I had taken the edge off before agreeing to another movie night with my “baby sis.”
I concentrate hard on the TV, looking for anything good to take my mind off my lust for Sunny. I’ve just settled on another monster movie—but this one is about vampires or maybe zombies—when Sunny comes out of the bathroom.
My jaw drops and I try but fail not to stare. Her long black hair is damp and curling around her shoulders. She’s wearing a tiny little nightgown made of silky, light pink fabric. Somehow it seems to be even more see-through than the gown she had on last night. I can clearly see her full breasts and tight nipples swaying as she walks. I’m not sure she’s wearing panties under the gown either—I swear I can see the outline of her soft little pussy slit and her neatly trimmed mound of curls above it.
“Everything okay, big brother?” Her voice is slightly breathless as she comes to sit beside me.
“Uh…yeah. Sorry.” I drag my eyes away. “I, uh, found us this to watch,” I say stupidly, nodding at the TV screen. Damn it, why does she have to be so fucking gorgeous?
“Did you? What’s it about?” she asks casually.
“Vampires. Or zombies, I think,” I say. I’m making myself stare at the screen but I’m not seeing anything on it. Instead my attention is on my peripheral vision—I can see Sunny from the corner of my eye. She’s sitting there, relaxed against the couch with her tight nipples pressing against the thin material of her night gown…
“Kane? Big brother?” She touches me lightly on the arm and I nearly jump.
“Uh, yeah?” I say, still making myself stare at the screen.
“You can look at me if you want to,” she says, which makes me turn my head at last.
“What?”
“I mean…what we talked about this morning. About you being, you know, hungry.” She sits up and thrusts out her breasts a little more. God, her nipples are so tight!
“You mean you dressed like that on purpose?” I ask, my throat going dry. “For me?”
“For you,” she assures me. “I don’t want you to feel bad—look as much as you want. I don’t mind.”
“God, baby…I shouldn’t,” I groan but now that I have her permission, I can’t seem to stop looking. She’s such a gorgeous, curvy little package sitting there on the couch beside me. My hands itch to palm her tits but I curl them into fists and keep them at my sides instead.
“Let’s just relax,” Sunny suggests. “And watch the movie.” She shivers. “Do you mind if we cuddle like last night? I’m cold.”
I ought to say no—I’m sure I should. Instead, I open my arms for her and say,
“Come here, baby.”
Sunny cuddles up against me, her full, braless tits pressed to my side as I put my arm around her. We watch the movie in silence for a few minutes, but I don’t think either of us is seeing any of it. I can smell her scent—she’s hot. This is turning her on as much as it’s turning me on. My cock aches and there’s an embarrassing tent in the stretchy cotton fabric of my new sleep trousers.
“I think Charles is angry with me,” she says, apropos of nothing.
“Who?” It takes me a minute to remember the name. “Oh—your boyfriend, right? Why?”
“I dunno.” She shrugs, which makes her tits move against my side. God, she’s killing me here! “Well no, I do know,” she goes on. “He’s mad because he wanted to come over and have sex tonight and I told him no because you’re here.”