Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I busied myself to take my mind off of the naked girl upstairs in the bathroom. I only had to adjust my cock twice as I imagined her tits poking through the bubbles of her bath. Or whether or not she had a thick bush of pussy hair the same color as the wild mop on her head. Animal!
I had to hold onto the counter with a tight grip and take deep breaths to keep myself from going up those stairs. I heard her moving around up there just as I was turning off the fire under the sauce.
She came down the stairs five minutes later looking like the teenager that she was and I had a sudden bout of conscience. What the fuck was I doing?
Was I really thinking of introducing this kid to my wildest fantasies? She looked so young and vulnerable standing there, with her hair wet, face bare of any hint of makeup. I noticed that her lips were a soft pink without the gloss she usually wore; I preferred it like that, natural and so fucking sexy.
She was wearing an old tee shirt over cut off shorts that showed off her long tanned legs. I guess working on a farm had its benefits, her legs were well toned and I could imagine them gripping me as I slid in and out of her wet heat. For fuck sake think about something else would ya.
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“How do you feel?” I turned away under the pretense of checking the pasta that was boiling on the stove. If I’d looked at her much longer I’m afraid I would’ve spoiled my plans.
The next few weeks were going to be rough having her here, but I didn’t want her alone, and taking her to a hotel didn’t make much sense. Come on Callan, you’re a big boy you can control yourself surely.
I recited mathematical equations in my head until my cock went down and it was safe to turn back to her.
“A lot better thanks, what can I do to help?” Don’t come any closer baby I’m hanging on by a thread here. I could smell the soap from her bath and something else, something soft and sweet that made my senses tingle.
“You can set the table, the dishes and silverware are over there.” I pointed her in the right direction and watched her tight ass as she moved.
She was wearing a bra, but either it was the wrong size or it wasn’t made for support because I could see her tits bounce as she turned. Her nipples were hard and I wondered if it was from the AC or something else.
We sat down together and I tried to keep the conversation light, as she was still visibly upset.
“You know you didn’t do anything wrong right?” She hung her head and placed her fork down next to her plate.
“I feel like I have, aunt Marion was doing something nice for me and I cost her her job and…”
“You didn’t cost her anything, she did it all by herself,” I reached for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “tell me, do you think that it was right for her to strike you, or any of the other things you told your parents that she’s done since you’ve been here?” Her face reddened with embarrassment that I’d overheard.
“No, but, she can’t help it. I don’t think she means to be like that it’s just her spells.” She actually seemed to believe that shit.
The only spells that viper had were the ones brought on by being a first class bitch. She was a spoilt, manipulative harpy who only cared about herself. I guess I was going to have to tell her some of the truth after all if only to relieve her from this unwarranted guilt.
“You’ve mentioned these spells before, I’m not sure what you mean by that, but if you’re under the impression that Marion has some sort of mental issue, she doesn’t, not in the sense that you mean anyway.” I let that sink in before going on. I hadn’t meant to open this conversation so early in the game, but it looks like Marion had helped me once again with her shit.
She seemed to be mulling over my words so I decided to forge on.
“Do you know why she reacted the way she did?”
She shook her head no and I pushed my half finished dinner aside so I could face her completely. Taking both her hands in mine I gave her a small tug. “Look at me Kitten.” I waited until I had her full attention before continuing.
“She was jealous.” Her eyes widened and she gave me a look of disbelief.
“Jealous… of me?”
“Yes.”
“But why, she’s beautiful and smart and she has an amazing job, and she’s got that great apartment looking over the park and…”