Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
When I try to move away, Sunny murmurs a protest and backs up against me again. I try again with the same result. At this rate, I’ll fall off the bed if I don’t stop trying to get away.
With a sigh, I give up and put an arm around her. I never intended to spoon her, but here we are—I guess we’re spooning. She sighs happily and relaxes at last. It looks like this is the way we’re sleeping.
As I lay there with her small, soft body curled against my own, much larger frame, I have a moment of post-nut clarity: I need to leave tomorrow morning and try my best to forget about Sunny and let her forget about me. There’s no future for us while she thinks I’m her big brother and it’s too late now to tell her I’ve been pretending for two years. She’d feel betrayed if she found out—I have to keep it a secret. But I’m afraid if I stay here, I’ll end up wanting much more than she can give me.
I need to leave.
But, fuck—I don’t want to leave! Dipping my head, I carefully press my face to her hair and breathe in her sweet scent. It’s fucking addictive but what is it? Is there a trace of Were in it? I don’t know but I do know I shouldn’t be doing this—it only makes me want her more.
I fall asleep still arguing with myself but I know what I need to do is say goodbye before something bad happens.
Something Sunny will never forgive me or herself for.
9
SUNNY
I can’t believe he jerked off to me!
I lay there, quietly in bed, watching as he did it. My eyelashes are really long so I can keep my eyes cracked just a little and you’d never know I was awake. But of course, it wasn’t my face my big brother was looking at. It was my breasts…and between my legs.
I let him look—I admit it. I kept thinking of the books I read, about how ex-cons come out of prison with these deep, sexual needs because they haven’t been with a woman in so long. I wanted to help him meet those needs—at least, indirectly. I mean, I wouldn’t have let him touch me or anything, though I admit I couldn’t help watching him back.
I’ve never seen a cock as big as his—none of the boys I dated in high school are anywhere near that huge. And as for my boyfriend, Charles, well…if you want to know the truth, he’s a little on the small side. Not that I was comparing him to Kane or anything. I’m just saying…
Anyway, I know he’s my brother, which makes me feel all kinds of guilty for letting him look at my body while he got himself off. But in another way, I feel like it’s the right thing to do—helping him when he’s so desperately starved for any kind of sexual release.
Besides, even though we’ve been corresponding for the past two years, he doesn’t feel like my brother. He feels like a handsome, muscular stranger who came into my life just when I was wishing for a little something to perk me up.
I’ll be honest, things have been rough lately. Parts of my house are broken and I don’t have the money to fix them. I suppose I could ask Charles for a loan—his Dad owns a car dealership over in Clariton, so he’s got plenty of money. But I don’t like doing that—Momma raised me to be independent and that’s how I like to stay.
Besides, things with Charles haven’t been great lately. He’s been pushing me to set a date for the wedding—apparently his mom is bugging him for some grandbabies. But I’m just not ready to settle down and start popping out babies.
And he hasn’t even asked me to marry him yet—I mean, not formally. I’m not saying “I do” until he gets down on one knee and offers me a ring. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy like a four-carat diamond—I’m not greedy. But it has to be something he put some thought into and so far I haven’t seen any indication that he’s willing to do that.
I sigh and snuggle against Kane, pressing my back more firmly to his broad chest. When I first settled against him, he tried to move away from me—maybe thinking it wasn’t right for us to be so close. But he’s so big and warm, I just couldn’t help myself.
I don’t feel offended that he tried to scoot away—on the contrary, it makes me like him more. Despite his sexual starvation, he was trying to act like a gentleman—I appreciate that. It makes me feel safe with him. Though to be honest, I was already feeling safe. If I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have let him look at me or offered to share my bed with him in the first place.