Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Hunter
After that night the only time we slept in separate beds was when one of our parents came to visit or both, which wasn’t too often since they knew she was in good hands with me. If they only knew.
If I didn’t keep after her to do her homework she would’ve done nothing but ride my cock that whole first year. She was a cock hungry little vixen, but as long as my cock was the only one getting inside her tight little cunt, we were straight.
Of course she had admirers, some she got rid of herself and the more persistent ones I had to have a talk with. After each one I’d end up fucking the shit out of her for a couple days just as a nifty little reminder of who she belonged to.
Then it got to the point where she’d purposely flirt in front of me, and I’d drag her home and spank her ass before fucking her hard and long. There were times she had to take something for the pain in order to get out of bed the next day.
Those times I’d make her go to class no matter how much she protested. That’d teach her ass to fuck with me. She didn’t know it, but I was training her for life with me.
We’d already had the talk and she knew that I owned her unequivocally. That as long as she lived on this earth no one else will ever be inside her. That her pussy was mine all mine.
We had a problem the following year when it came time for me to graduate. To stay close I looked for a job in the area and under the guise of the good big brother looking out for his kid sister I was able to stay in her pussy a whole year longer without anyone being the wiser.
It worked out fine, because I was able to save even more than I’d thought I could in that one year, and I ended up coming home just one year before her even though it almost killed me to leave her.
But I wanted to get my shop started to have something for us to start our lives on, something we’d both agreed to and now she pulls this shit.
Even as brother and sister we didn’t work. She was the town’s perfect little princess and I was their equivalent to a bad boy with my tats and piercings. Well the piercings only a few select- women knew about, but still. They saw me as a no good son of a bitch because I ride a bike and have ink covering my arms and neck. And I’m pretty sure her dad feels the same.
I wasn’t interested in what they thought however, I only cared about her and I and our future together. If not for mom I would’ve probably chose to settle down somewhere else, but this is home, mine and hers.
I came back to open my own shop. Something my dad had dreamt about before life ground him down. I bought it using the insurance from his accident that mom had saved for me.
I build racecars and I’m damn good at it and make more than a decent living at it I might add. But it wasn’t about the money. That was for her. So she could maintain the lifestyle she was accustomed to.
I wasn’t about to sit in no one’s office behind a desk any more than I was willing to work in the coalmines, fuck that. I was happy and content with the path I chose and fuck every and anyone who don’t like that shit.
I’d studied engineering and business because I wanted to be able to do shit myself, be my own boss. Something else I’d promised my dad. I was proud of myself and so was mom, even Deidre had told me more than once how proud she was of me.
Her father, my stepdad, although he was married to my mom, and although he had been all for me looking after her in school, would never accept me as her man, I know that now, had known it all along.
Too bad the choice wasn’t up to him. And because she had disrespected me and what we had by even agreeing to this engagement bullshit, I was about to make her pay before I claimed what was rightfully mine for all these fuckers to see.
DEIDRE
I’m running against the clock here, hoping I can clear this up before Hunter gets wind of it, but nothing seems to be going my way. How do I get myself into these things?
Just a few weeks back home and already my life is in disarray, and through no fault of my own I might add. But if he hears of this, he wouldn’t care that it was not my doing.