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CHAPTER5
Stone
I spendthe next few days trying not to think about my best friend's little sister, which is hard when she lives right next door, and I'm constantly glancing over there, hoping for a glimpse of her.It doesn't help that she wears skimpy little shorts and tank tops, showing off that perfect body.
I love it when she wears her hair flowing to her waist, but I also love it when she gathers it up in a long ponytail. Something about that ponytail…I imagine fisting it in my hand with my cock down her throat and those pretty blue eyes looking up at me.I groan as I jerk myself to release at the tantalizing vision.
Jeremy would kill me if he knew how I was stroking myself off every day to thoughts of his sister, but hell, it's either this or go over there and bury myself inside her.
It's fucked up. I come harder than I ever have thinking about Mia and then immediately feel guilty—especially when I remember the deep conversation Jeremy had with me about his sister.
He told me he worries about her because she's too trusting. When Mia turned eighteen, he took her to Vegas even though she couldn’t legally drink or gamble.They were walking along the street and some dude started talking to her, offering her a job. Mia being the sweet person she is, didn't realize he was a pimp trying to pick her up.
I don't even have to tell you how the rest of that story went. It ended with Jeremy's fist in the man's face.
"And that's just the thing about Mia," Jeremy told me. "She's too trusting. She's so innocent and very impressionable. I practically raised her. I know she's my little sister, man, but she might as well be my daughter the way I worry about her."
Maybe that's fucked up, but it's a sweet kind of fucked up. Jeremy is a fantastic brother, and I'm proud as hell of him for stepping up to raise his sister when his parents were busy touring the world.
But it also means that if I tell Jeremy my true interest in Mia, it would be like saying I want to fuck his daughter. How messed up is that?
But I don't just want to fuck her.
It's so much more than that. I want to take care of her. I want to marry her. I want everything with her. I may not have known her long, but I feel this soul-deep connection with her.
Jeremy also told me how flighty she is. He claims she gets in and out of things and never sticks with anything. When she was growing up, she wanted to do cheerleading one week, and the next, she wanted to play basketball. She could never stick with one thing.
"Maybe she was just trying to find herself," I told him.
He shook his head. "The most consistent she's ever been is with that dog. That's the one thing she's stuck with."
I didn't say anything else. I just listened to Jeremy as he rambled on about his worries.If only he knew how I would take care of her and that he'd never have to worry about her again. I considered approaching him and asking him for his blessing to date his sister. But what if he said no? Hell, he'd shoot me if he knew the thoughts I was having about her.
So, I do my best and tell myself that she's off-limits. I try to tell myself that she's too young for me, but I know that's not true. I couldn't give a fuck how old she is.
I need to keep my paws off her, but it's hard when her pup runs into my yard every time she escapes.I tell myself I'm going to be cool whenever we’re thrown together, but I always end up flirting with her. It's like I have no filter when I'm around her. I can't hide my true feelings for her. I've comesoclose to kissing her more times than I can count.
And I notice the flushed look on her face whenever we talk. I'm sure she wants me too, but she's holding back for the same reason I am.
There's a big elephant between us, and his name is Jeremy.
I stand up from my porch chair when I see Mia emerge from her house, holding Trixie in her arms.
That's not why I stand up, though, nor is it why my eyes about bug out of my head.
She’s wearing nothing but an itty bitty, teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini. I've never seen someone wear a bikini from the song, but Mia is rocking it.
The girl is always wearing yellow. It must be her favorite color, and it suits her because it's such a bright, happy, bubbly color—just like her.
That bikini is so small that her tits are about to fall out, and the spectacular globes of her ass are on full display, cupped like ripe peaches.
I haven't once made good on my promise to Jeremy to call him if I see anything suspicious, nor have I butted into Mia's life in any way, but I'm sure as hell going to now. There is no way she's leaving the house dressed like that.
"Mia!" I call over to her.
She looks over at me with black sunglasses shielding her eyes. "Hey!" She gives me a big wave and a bright smile.
I crook my finger at her in a come-hither motion.
