Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
But that’s why you wear boots instead of sneakers to work – so you go home with all of your toes.
Normally, I’d be a lot more pissed off at Johnny, but I’ve got other things on my mind as I drive home. Well, I’ve got one thing on my mind that’s keeping me from getting upset, and that’s my new step-sister.
Why does she have to be my step-sister? Sure, it makes it a lot hotter in many ways, especially when we’re in the moment, but it’s also going to make things a lot more difficult for us overall.
She was a problem this morning too, and not just because I woke up with the most absurd hard-on in the world and a mind filled with thoughts of all the depraved things I wanted to do to her.
No. She was a problem because my mind was filled with thoughts of her while I was at work trying to concentrate on working on the fuel system for a BMW five series. I really had to take a breath and focus. I kept reaching for the wrong wrench, banging my head on the hood, and nearly dropping my tools down in the engine compartment. At one point, I thought about going in the back to the bathroom and rubbing one out so I could get my focus back, but I restrained myself, knowing I was sharing the space with the rest of the guys.
I had a private job after work, a brake job on a luxury Mercedes, which I’d been excited about for weeks. It means my name is getting out there as a mechanic who can work on his own, independent of the garage, and yet still, all I could think about while I was doing the job was Luna.
I should have been thinking about how the Benz was just another step in the direction of me building my own career as a luxury car mechanic and how my reputation was growing because of my hard work and skill, but all I could think of was her beautiful eyes shining up at me and the sound of her moans as she climaxed.
Making her happy makes me happy in return. Lights my soul on fire and causes a fiery desperation to rage inside me. Even if I wanted to try and switch it all off for the sake of preserving peace within our family, there is just no way I’d be able to.
It’s like an angel has flown down into my life. And how do you say no to an angel?
I’m hoping our parents won’t be home when I get back, but unfortunately, I see all the cars in the driveway when I pull up to the house. I hop out and head inside to find everyone in the dining room finishing up dinner. My dad looks up when I enter the room.
“Look who made it.” He grins. “Worked a late one, eh?”
I have to fight to keep my eyes from locking on to Luna’s gorgeous body. She’s wearing short jean shorts and a T-shirt, that again has turned into a crop top thanks to her perfect perky tits.
“Had a private job doing brakes on a Benz,” I reply, smiling pridefully. My dad nods and for once actually shows some respect on his face. He still thinks my dream of having my own garage is just that – a dream—and he wants me to stop putting up a fuss and just take his offer and join his firm.
“That’s great, Blake,” Susan says happily. “Good for you.”
“Thanks, Susan.” I smile back.
“We tried texting you about dinner,” my dad says. “Didn’t know if you’d be making it back in time or not, but we didn’t hear back from you. There’s a little extra, but not a ton.”
“That’s all right,” I reply. “I’ll grab some takeout or something. I still have to shower. Still grimy after the garage anyway.”
“Why don’t you take Luna with you?” he suggests, a semi-devious look on his face. “You two could get to know one another.”
It’s clear he’s trying to get at me – punish me for being late and missing dinner that he and Susan obviously took time preparing. I guess I’ve been doing a good job pretending to not want anything to do with my new step-sister, as he thinks I’ll be upset by his idea, when in reality this sounds fantastic to me.
Susan notices immediately what he’s doing and looks down at her plate and forks a bit of her leftover zucchini, trying not to laugh.
“You kidding me?” I ask, going along with the charade. I glance over at Luna, who is also forcing herself to keep a neutral expression. “I just got done working–”
“You two are going to be living together for a while,” my dad interrupts. “At least until you can find yourself an apartment. It’s time to stop being repulsed by the idea of spending time with each other.”