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I watch her, biting my lower lips hard until I nearly draw blood. She’s so beautiful. Her lips are slightly parted and there is a tiny smile grazing her lips. I desperately wonder what she’s thinking about.
The mere sight of Beth’s body has managed to arouse me, which is a first.If I could, I’d become the water in an instant caressing her every curve. When her eyes begin to flutter, I realize that I am standing right in Beth’s yard, watching her touch herself in the pool. How creepier can I get?
With herculean effort, I move back where I came from, even though the last thing I want to do is leave. As I make my way back to my home, I briefly wonder just how mad Aaron might be if he finds out the dirty thoughts I have about his little sister.
* * *
It’s been three days of working on my new home. I started with the bedroom, which is basically where I will be spending most of my time. I repainted it myself and decorated it the way I like it, and I had my king-sized bed in NYC U-hauled. The room took on a life on its own and the first night I spent on the bed was a restful one. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am finally home.
I want to start working on the back porch which has become a bit rundown. I need to get some new tools, but maybe I can borrow them from the Potters. While heading next door, I realize thoughts of Beth have been haunting me the past couple of days and my constant work on the house interior meant I didn't get to see her. I wonder what she is up to. Her brother, whom I need to call by the way, informed me that she put college on hold, which pointed to how serious her ruined relationship was. It suddenly made me curious as to what happened.
When I get to the front porch, I don’t find any cars in the driveway. Fuck. No one home means there is no way to get the work tools I need. And then it hits me. The Potters always kept a spare key beneath the potted flower back in the day. And they'd come to regard me as more of a son. If it is still there, I know they won't be opposed to me borrowing a few work tools.
As luck would have it, the spare key is right where it used to be, and I grin in triumph as I let myself in. The Potter's home looks completely different. Like the old house that I have now made mine, there's a fresh coat of paint and the upholsteries have been re-arranged. There's even an ottoman close to the fireplace that looks well used. But the couch facing the large new TV remains the same.
There are newer pictures on the wall, like Beth graduating from high school and Aaron on his college graduation. Several more items in the living room show that Beth still in fact lives here. The near absence of Aaron’s shows he spends more time in the city where he rented an apartment.
As I’m heading toward the basement, where the tools are kept, I’m distracted by a loud thump from upstairs. Worried that a burglar might have broken in, I cautiously approach the stairs.As I reach the landing that veers towards the rooms that Aaron and Beth occupy, a throaty moan freezes me in my tracks, my jaw falling open. I can tell the moan is coming from behind Beth’s closed door. Since I had been a regular in the Potter’s home, I could tell both Beth’s and Aaron’s doors with my eyes closed.
Beth had grown into a naughty little girl, hadn’t she? Grinning to myself at the thought of Beth mindlessly getting off, I wonder why I find that so hot. As I take a step closer, the moans get louder, and I can’t help but wonder just who she is getting off on. It had better not be the jerk that dumped her. That brings me down a bit and I turn to go back down. I shouldn’t be here. There is no way I should think of my best friend’s baby sister getting off or worry about who she might be thinking of. This is crazy. But as I take the first step away, a single word causes a bucketload of icy water to freeze me.
CHAPTER5
MITCHELL & BETH
“Oh, Mitch...”
Fuck.Her moan with my name on it is echoing inside my mind. Like a broken record. Beth was masturbating to thoughts of me?! Like being pulled by a large magnet, I am drawn to her door. And holy fuck! Whatever Beth is doing behind that door has my cock beginning to harden. Fighting between desire and guilt, because I know what I’m doing is all kinds of wrong.Am I seriously peeping on my best friend’s little sister?I’d be risking a lifelong friendship with Aaron if he finds out about this. Backing away from her bedroom door, I step on what feels like the only creaky floor board in this old house.Shit. That was loud!
Apparently, it really was loud because Beth shrieks. Seconds later, I’m almost knocked over by the swinging door that I just narrowly dodge. Those green eyes, dark from arousal, connect with mine. She looks shocked but still aroused, and I know that it’s the hottest look I might ever live to see.
She visibly pants from obvious fear. “What the fuck, Mitch!” she shrieks, skin blotched red. God, she’s a sight. One I wouldn’t mind seeing every day.
“Mitch! What the hell are you doing in my house?” she yells. I gaze at the outline of her erect nipples peaking from her oversized shirt. The sight of Beth's body is enthralling.
“Who told you it was okay to just barge into someone's home?” she continues, fuming. She looks just plain angry instead of aroused now, her green eyes throwing sparks as she stalks close to me, pointing wet fingers at me.
God, does she know that her fingers are still wet from being buried in her wet pussy? Does she know her nipples still pebble like her body is refusing to come down from that high? Does she know that the scent of her arousal still follows her, attacking my nostrils, making me want to show her things no one else ever has?
I shake my head as if to dispel those arousing thoughts, but I can’t help teasing her. “How about you do something about those wet fingers before we proceed?” I say, feeling entirely too smug when she blushes furiously, moving those wet digits behind her to hide its glistening wetness from view.
“That's not the point right now,” she says in a strangled tone.
“Seeing as you were getting off with my name, I'd say it pretty much is.” My voice is deeper when I say this; gruff, because I am getting aroused all over again from remembering the way she had sobbed my name.
She manages to glare at me despite the blush that still scalds her cheeks.
She is so beautiful. Her hair is adorably mussed. Her exposed thighs and legs look long and endless, and she has a beautiful tan. I move my eyes away from Beth's petite body and back at her eyes but she turns away from me and grabs her glasses from the dresser, slipping them on and turning again to face me.
My throat dries at the sight of her in those glasses and those clothes with those fingers. My heart thuds harder than it ever has, and for a moment, I wonder if Beth might be a medical condition.
An idea comes to mind. I might go to hell for doing this but desperate times call for desperate measures. “I wonder what your brother will think when he knows you are lusting after me,” I casually state, ignoring the shocked look on her face.
“You'd tell him?” she squeaks behind me.
“If it comes to it. But we can find a way around that. Can't we, Beth?” I continue as if I had planned this moment and it hadn't happened by chance.
“What are you talking about?” she reluctantly says.
