I raised an eyebrow. It was an intriguing proposition, especially considering her fondness for vintage muscle cars. It wasn’t exactly a feminine hobby, but my mother never cared much for gender stereotypes. She was something of a feminist like that.
“You have a deal.”
She smiled. “Good. Now convince your stepsister to come along.”
“That wasn’t part of this.”
“I need you both.”
I grunted. “She doesn’t listen to me.”
“You seem to be getting along. Try.”
“Fine.”
She nodded again and went back to her paper. I took my coffee upstairs.
I didn’t usually give in to my mother’s bribes. Normally, the idea of taking something from her made my stomach churn. But I was beginning to realize that if I was staying in that house with her and Frank and Alex, I had to at least pretend to get along with everyone.
As I crested the staircase, I saw her sneak out of her room. Alex was wearing short cotton shorts and a tight tank top, her long brown hair spilling down along her back. I could see the bottom of her ass, and I felt my cock stiffen instantly.
She was the reason I was going through all this bullshit. If we weren’t married, I didn’t think I’d stick around. But we were, and I had to admit that I was having a ton of fucking fun with it.
I took a long drink of coffee as I came up behind her. “Good morning, sis,” I said.
She whirled around. “What are you doing?”
“Going to my room.”
“You scared me. Quit being a creep.”
I walked up closer to her. “You look good this morning. Bedhead suits you.”
“Bedhead doesn’t suit anyone,” she mumbled.
“Reminds me of how you look after you come. Your skin gets flushed and your hair is a mess.”
“It’s too early for that.”
“It’s never too early. Right now I’m thinking about ripping those little shorts off your incredible body and fucking you right here against the wall.”
“Be quiet,” she hissed. “My dad could hear you.”
“So what?” I stepped closer to her, and she didn’t move an inch. “They’ll find out how badly I want to fuck that perfect pussy of yours eventually.”
“No, they won’t, because you’re going to give me that divorce.”
I smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m going to make your body want to stay married to me.”
“Whatever,” she muttered and turned away. I could see the blush in her cheeks, and I knew I had riled her up. I could practically smell how soaked her pussy was, and I bet if I really did push her against the wall and press my fingers against her pussy, they’d come away soaked.
Instead, I followed her into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she practically yelled. “You can’t just follow me in here.”
“Word from the parents,” I said. “There’s some dinner bullshit tomorrow night. You’re expected to attend.”
She made a face. “Already? I hate those things.”
“Been to one before?”
“Sure. It’s all old people and sleazy businessmen. Not my scene. I’m amazed your mom never made you go to one.”
“She tried, a long time ago. She stopped trying pretty quick.”
Alex leaned against the counter and crossed her arms. “If I say I’m going, will you get the heck out of here?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe I want to taste that wet pussy first.”
“I’ll go. Get out.”
I grinned at her. “You sure you don’t want me to get you off? I bet your body is begging for it right now.”
“Out.”
“Your loss.” I turned and left, laughing quietly to myself. I couldn’t help but tease her mercilessly. I loved the way she responded to me, denying in her words but begging in her body language.
My cock was practically tearing through my shorts, but I didn’t care. That was the reason I was sticking around. The look on her fucking cute-as-hell face, that perfect body, those lips, those eyes, that everything. I needed another taste. I was going to get another taste.
Maybe the dinner was the perfect place to show her exactly what she wanted.
“Car’s here,” I said, knocking on her door.
“Just a minute!”
I leaned up against the wall. “How are you not ready yet?”
“I said, just a minute!”
I laughed and shook my head. Finally, after a few minutes she opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
I took a sharp breath. Her dress was the perfect shade of blue, and it made her light skin and pale eyes stand out so much more. It showed just enough cleavage to have me fucking hard already, but not enough to make our parents complain.