Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Her begging me to fuck her. Me happily obliging. Me eating her out, watching her writhe from each and every little thing that I do to her. Seeing her so damn happy being with me, her endless smile, knowing that we are destined to be together forever despite all of our worries and anxieties.
My yearning leads me to cum. My seed erupts out of me, lashing into the water, being taken away by the drain. I hold myself up against the shower wall, thinking for a moment.
How could I do something like this? She’s my best friend. We have something truly wonderful. Something we’ve built on for a decade already. Why am I so tempted to ruin it? To risk everything?
Just for a chance at some pussy?
God, I thought I was better than the idiot guys who would do anything for that, but I guess I have more in common with them than I thought.
At least I’m being tempted by the best girl possible, I comfort myself.
The hottest, smartest, sexiest girl in the world.
The one I forbid myself to go for.
Ugh.
I gotta get my shit together. Easier said than done, I know, but it has to be done.
I can’t keep going like this.
Next morning I’m up and frying some bacon and eggs. I want something hearty so I can focus on the day, which will require a lot of brain power and grunt work.
The cooking lures company down the stairs. My older brother, Cash, comes to the kitchen table. “That’s way more effort than your usual cereal and coffee. Are you making enough to share?”
“I can. I’ll toss a little bit more on the skillet because I just love you so much, big brother,” I shoot him the most sarcastic glare.
“That makes me uncomfortable. Please stop it.”
I laugh, and continue my cooking.
“What’s the occasion, anyway?”
“Got a big opportunity coming my way.”
“Oh really? Go on.”
“I’ve been thinking of something to try to save us some money on oil changes on the tractors and trucks. Keep a steady flow of lubricant going, save wear and tear, and in the big picture, save us money on repairs too.”
“Should have figured it was technical bullshit. How’s this an opportunity and not just your regular tinkering?”
“I’m meeting with a potential investor soon. I have to go and work on a prototype and get it working like I think it will. Then it’s over to Idaho to go make a presentation.”
“Hrm,” Cash rubs his chin. “Always knew you were too clever for this farm to keep you.”
“I’m not slacking on my duties if that’s what you're worried about. This is a side project. Maybe one that turns into something bigger, but for now? Definitely just a side project.”
“Do what your heart wants, Will. That’s what Mom would have told you to do.”
I nod, remembering how spirited our mother was. We lost so much when she passed.
Cash doesn’t even let the mention of her faze him, though. He’s still grinning.
“Still thinking of Cassie, I see,” I point out.
“Can’t stop thinking of her.”
He recently gotten married to a new girl in town. I haven’t seen him much outside work because of it. More power to him, I’ve never seen him happier, and the melancholy of being single was hitting him especially hard.
“So when are you getting hitched, Will? I heard Windy’s come back to town.”
I grimace. “Yeah, she’s back. She’s the person I’m working on this project with.”
More laughter. “Then maybe marriage isn’t too far out for you after all.”
“It isn’t like that between Windy and me, Cash. We’re best friends. And we intend to stay that way.”
“With the way you two look at one another? Hard to believe, little brother.”
“You don’t know what goes on between us. We’re strictly platonic, and we’re going into this as business partners.”
Cash sips his coffee. “Tell yourself whatever you want. I’m just going to say that Cassie has brought new joy to my life that I never thought possible. We connect on so many levels that I consider her my best friend on top of my lover and my wife.”
I shake my head, scowling. “You think you’d still be best friends if your romantic relationship went south? If it all fell apart?”
“I can’t imagine that ever happening. I love her too much and imagining us not being together is like imagining... I don’t know, the sun turning purple. Just an absolute impossibility.”
I can’t imagine life without Windy. I fear things turning nasty between us. Having it all and then losing her, spitting venom at each other. It’s a scene that just can’t happen. I can imagine someone like Windy screaming at me about how horrible I am, but not her. Not unless she was acting or something. No. Her hating me just isn’t something that could happen. I can’t let it happen.