Snake (a Stepbrother Romance)(7)

“Thanks,” she said and stuck her tongue out playfully. Maybe she thought I didn’t mean it? Mila did a little twirl, the hem of the dress fluttering up and away from her bare thighs before she sat down in the chair in front of us.

“I assume Mila has told you about her living situation?” My mom broke in, looking at me. I nodded and glanced at Mila. “Well, you still have that studio space above your garage, don’t you?”

Of course! I thought. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Like any good big brother I was worried about her but had completely gotten side-tracked… She was going to get kicked out of her apartment, and I could tell the strain was wearing on her. This was the perfect solution, and yet sirens of alarm went off in my head. This is not a good idea.

“Yeah,” I said, cautiously, “but it’s trashed right now.”

“But it could be fixed up?” My mom quickly added.

“I suppose,” I mumbled.

“Well, don’t sound too enthusiastic, Dev,” Mila said, pouting, her arms crossed in front of her, causing her tits to bulge and round out even more.

“It’s not that,” I replied and searched my brain, trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t make me look like an absolute shit. “There’s no bathroom, or kitchen!” I said eagerly, believing I’d found a flawless excuse.

“She could just use the bathroom in the house. It wouldn’t be like she’d have to trek a mile to take a shower.” My mom frowned at me, and I knew she was disappointed. This had been her master plan, and I was being difficult. “Anyway, it’s not like we don’t know a builder who could fit a new bathroom above the garage, now is it?”

Eugh, she had me on that one, I thought. I’d always wanted to renovate the garage into a small studio apartment, perhaps even into a home office, and my mom knew this. And fitting the new pipes and a new bathroom suite wouldn’t take long. My crew could do it in a flash.

“And you could rent it to Mila at a lower, more reasonable rate than what she’s paying now,” my mother continued, not letting the topic die.

“Fine,” I said and held my hands up in defeat. Mila clapped her hands and beamed. There was no way I was going to win this argument, and I was sure my mom had already broached the subject with Monique anyway. I was outnumbered. “I guess any extra funds we bring in will help; we’re saving up for another IVF treatment - at least I think we still are - and that would really get us started. We’ll need to clean out the space, though.”

“I can do that,” Mila said. Her eyes were shining, and she looked happier than she had all day. Mila left her seat, and as she stood the glow from the fire backlit her dark, wild hair and intensified the swell of her hips and the colour of her dress. She glowed in the dark like a fertile forest goddess. She closed the distance between the chairs and leaned down, unknowingly allowing me a full, unrestricted view of her ripe dangling breasts for a long second before she pressed them against me and pulled me into a hug.

“Thank you so much. I promise I’ll be the perfect tenant,” she said, her breath tickling my ear. And if the sight of her creamy tits wasn’t enough to send my cock into overdrive, then the warm ripples of her breath rushing down my spine did the trick.

I let go of her and gently pushed her away, though her floral scent lingered like a cloud around my intoxicated head.

“No problem,” I managed as she stood upright, towering over me in the chair, and I commended myself on not sneaking another peek at her cleavage.

“I have a month before I need to be out, so I can come over and clean when I’m done with work every day and on weekends. Suzanne will help, right Suzanne?”

Our cousin Suzanne happened to be walking by, and she stopped.

“What am I helping with?” she asked.

“Mila is going to rent out the space above my garage,” I said, knowing there was no going back now.

“Dude, you know it was all my idea right?” Suzanne said to Mila.

“Yeah, of course it was,” Mila said, rolling her eyes. “But it really is perfect.”

“You know what would be even more perfect,” Suzanne said, a wide grin on her face, “would be for Mila to be a surrogate for you and Monique. Solve everyone’s problems in one fell swoop.”

“You’re crazy, Suzanne!” Mila squealed. “I couldn’t do that…”

“Why not? You got anything important to do for the next nine months?” Suzanne countered, hands on hips.

“Well, no…” Mila said.

“Oh, come on. You two are wasted. I think that’s just a little too high of a price to pay for rent. Even round these parts!” I joked.