Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
The parents were way too easy on both of us. We didn’t really have any restrictions other than the usual teenage stuff, but other than that, they pretty much trusted us to do the right thing, so they didn’t micromanage our every move.
My curfew was midnight while hers was ten, and since we usually ended up at the same places when we did hang out, more often than not, I’d come home with her. I never let her get into cars with guys. Being one myself, I knew just how dangerous that could be.
I had a bit of a reputation that was getting out of hand here lately. One of the cheerleaders had bragged to her friends about my size, and those freaks had fucked my dick raw in the last couple of months.
I didn’t have a steady girlfriend because I was too busy with school and football and I knew that when I finally did find that one special girl she’s gonna need a lot more time than I can give right now, but that didn’t stop girls from throwing themselves at me.
Plus, the fact that I was having way too much fun. Hey, I’m a guy; it’s in the genes, I guess. Not that I’m a dog, and I never mistreat anyone. And though there are plenty of the girls at our high school that would love the honor of being my one and only, I’m just not ready.
In the last month, I’ve had a different girl on my rod every weekend. They didn’t seem to mind sharing, and I’m pretty sure some of them compared notes or some shit, which was embarrassing and left me open to a lot of friendly ribbing from the guys.
But back to my little pain in the ass! Something happened in the last few weeks that’d made her change towards me in a big way. There was no more joking around and hanging out together when we were home alone. No fighting over which movie to watch when the parents had gone to bed, leaving us on our own on the odd Saturday night that we stayed in.
I’d gotten into the habit of staying around the house with her because the truth is we had a lot of fun together. She was smart and funny, with a warped sense of humor that tickled me. I like to tease her about the line of guys who were always calling the house asking for a date, all of which she turned down.
That, too, had changed. All of a sudden, she was Ms. Popular, any guy who called up and asked her out got a yes. I went around making a lot of threats and making sure they kept their ass in line, unbeknownst to her, of course. And if there was even so much of a whisper of scandal attached to her name, I killed that shit quick.
I came close a time or two to forbidding her to go out with any of them, but in the end, I decided it wasn’t my place. That day after she slammed out of my car and flounced her miserable ass into the house, I just shook my head and followed her inside.
Our parents, especially her mom, had noticed the change in her, but when she asked me as I walked through the door what was eating her daughter this time, I just shrugged my shoulders and headed up the stairs.
Though my dad wasn’t strict, there was one rule he had in the house, and that was no cell phones. We owned them, of course, but while we were home, we had to be present. My friends still called the house phone if they wanted to talk to me while I was home and only after dinner, and all homework was done.
I think it’s archaic, but I spend enough time with my friends that it’s not a thing. And it’s because of that very rule that I got my first inkling as to what was bothering my little stepsister a few hours later. I looked down at her now as she snuggled into my chest before kissing her hair and closing my eyes in remembrance.
LORA
“What are you thinking about so hard?” I snuggled in close my heart beating sweetly in my chest when he kissed my hair. It’s little things like that that make me feel like I mean more to him than all the others. I’ve seen him with them before, seen the way he treats the girls he used to sleep with before the change in our relationship, and he’s never been this gentle and loving with any of them.
“I was just thinking about how this all started, how we came to be here.” I sighed and got even closer as I remembered how miserable I was that day and the days and weeks leading up to it. And how much of a raging bitch I’d become because I was confused and hurt and afraid.