Page 58 of Untold Restraint


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“You okay?” Curty asks. “Three points of contact, Quin.”

Laughing a little, I secure my grip and gaze at my pretty girl. “Yeah, I’m okay. Hand slipped.”

Kira keeps her feet propped on the window sill and peels down the top half of her sundress, showing me her gorgeous tits while the wet patch on her underwear grows even bigger.

She wiggles the fingers of her free hand in a cute wave, blows me a kiss, and then reaches for what looks like…

A Polaroid camera.

She snaps a shot of herself and then gets off her chair and jiggles her breasts for me, before lifting up her dress. She slides her fingers down her panties, and then takes them to her mouth and sucks on them.

I press my cock into the branch I’m leaning against, so hard, I want to fuck the damn tree.

“You think it’s the right tree?” Curty asks.

“Yup,” I call back without pause. “This is a great tree, Curty. Couldn’t be more perfect. You were right, man.”

Kira takes her fingers from her mouth, streaks her saliva across one nipple, and blows on it before shimmying out of her panties. She twirls them around on her finger and walks out of what must be her bedroom. Fucking tease.

“So, we can start building, then?”

I laugh at how enthusiastic Curty is and shake my head. “Not yet, bud. We have to talk design and materials first.” I tuck my dick behind my belt and start climbing down. “Did you write a list and work on some idea drawings, like I asked?”

“Better,” he says to my face when I drop onto his branch. “I built a prototype.”

I open my mouth, to get more information, but he holds up his hand. “Before you ask, I did the other stuff, too. It only took an afternoon, and I had a whole week, bro.”

Loosh’s gruff laugh rattles up from below us. “Smartass sounds just like you,” he mutters, walking away.

I take that as a compliment and beam at Curty. “That’s fantastic, man. I’d love to see your model and all your ideas about what would be important to include in your treehouse. You wanna go get them now? I gotta go to the bathroom, so I’ll check on that sink for your mom, but I’ll be back right away if it’s not a quick fix. This job is more important.”

I tousle his hair and motion for him to come closer. He leans in, and I keep my voice in a low whisper. “Do you think you could ask Loosh what he thinks the treehouse should look like? He didn’t live with us until he was about your age, and he didn’t have any toys before then, so he didn’t really know how to play, and he’s still learning. It’d be nice if we included him a lot and showed him what it’s like to have fun. It’s harder for Loosh than it is for us, so will you help me make it easier for him?”

Curty stares at me with wide eyes and nods.

“Thanks. That’s really cool, man.” I clap him on the shoulder and give him a gentle squeeze. “Sometimes, a little help can go a long way. You okay to get down by yourself? I always found that part harder than the climbing up.”

He nods again and waves me away, to start down. “I’m okay. I climb other trees all the time. I can’t get up to this one’s branches without a ladder or a boost, but I can hang and drop just fine.”

“Bend your knees on the landing,” he recites with me, proving again that he’s been listening to the shit I teach him. “Good man, Curtus,” I say. “I’m so fucking proud of you, dude.”

He snorts. “You saidfuckagain.”

“I did.” I wince. “Don’t tell your mom, or she’ll kick my ass. I gotta go pee, but Loosh is down there, so just let him know if you need any help.” I drop to the ground and meet my older brother’s eyes. “Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. I need to use the bathroom.”

“Already?”

I shrug. “Nature calls, bro. Can’t do it out here, where the kid plays. You heard the lady.”

* * *

Gorgeous,filthy, delicious, little minx.

I find the garage bathroom perfectly adequate, free of spiders, and actually smelling clean and fresh. The water also drains perfectly when I run the faucet.

But in the cupboard under the sink is a wonderful gift. A little basket of goodies I hurry to explore.

Polaroids of my one and only, in even more wonderful positions, including a closeup of her very pretty cunt shining like pink petals after the rain. And with the pictures are her pink panties, soaked dark in the crotch and coated with her still-fresh juices.

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