Page 5 of Baby Duke

I am still laughing as I make my way back to Mr. Breigh and the tiny woman who is apparently my aunt. Ok, she is definitely my aunt. The similarities between us are uncanny. Apart from my eye and skin colors, which I inherited from my mom, I am all dad, which in turn makes me all Aunt Katherine. Sorry, Katie. She said not to bother with any ridiculous formalities.

I am halfway there, a huge toothy grin still in place, when I realize ol' Rupert and Katie aren't alone anymore. In fact, Rupert's standing off to the side, scrolling through his phone with a frown on his sagging face. Katie is squashed against some bronze-haired guy with curls inallthe right places. Hot damn, are all the guys here the general opinion of perfection?

Katie laughs at something the guy says before her eyes meet mine. She instantly brightens even more.

"Roe!" she exclaims. "Get over here, Roe! Come meet the Dukes!"

Who the fuck are the Dukes, and why do they get such honorific titles?

At that moment, I spot the two other guys standing with Katie. Both beautiful. One familiar.

My smile slips, and a scowl takes its place. The cocky bastard just smirks as I find my place next to Katie.

"Hot damn, Katie Kat! I didnotknow you had a sister!" The douche glued to my aunt's side hollers.

I roll my eyes as Katie giggles again. "Don't be ridiculous, Lawson; Roe is my niece," she says, sliding out of his embrace to chuck an arm around my shoulders. "Roe is moving in with me. She's starting at Double Bay High tomorrow. Roe, these are the Dukes. They will be your new classmates!"

My scowl deepens. Frickin' perfect. I will already be a mile behind my other classmates, and now she's telling me I also have to study with all this eye candy surrounding me? I am thoroughly fucked.

"Ah, so you're the new girl!" curly says with a panty-dropping grin. "Roe, is it? I'm Law. These jackasses are my boys, Brett and West."

Law gestures to Mr. Bathroom Quickie and a tall, deeply tanned Aboriginal boy with a buzz cut. So damn gorgeous.

I jolt and hope I am not drooling when I realize they are all staring at me, and the pressure of their attention starts weighing on me. So, I open my mouth and do what I do best.

"Oh good, now I can put a name to the cock," I sass.

Katie blanches, her hands flying to her face. Yes, Auntie, I sure as hell just said that. Law and Brett gape at me like I've grown a third tit. And West… West loses it. His laugh is beautiful. Deep. Soulful. Almost as panty-dropping as the sound he makes when he cums.

Brett and Law join his laughter, though slightly confused. They can obviously appreciate a snarky mouth.

Mr. Breigh takes that moment to rejoin the party and he isfarfrom happy.

"What theflying flamingocosts $56 on a plane! You stole my credit card, you little witch!" he yells.

By this stage, the guys are reigning in their laughter, though their stilted smiles and sparkling eyes cannot contain their humor, and Katie's face is taking on a pallor sheen.

I shrug. "You snore like a wild boar. No way was I listening to that bullshit the entire flight. Especially not sober," I add as an afterthought.

Mr. Breigh turns bright red, purple veins popping through his aged skin.

"They sold alcohol to a 17-year-old girl!" he shrieks. His pitch reaches an impossible high, impressive for his stature.

"Mr. Breigh, I can't tell you how sorry I am," Katie jumps in. "I'm so embarrassed."

Flustered, she pulls out her purse and pulls out a crisp, green, one-hundred-dollar note. My eyes bulge. I don't think I've ever seen one in real life. I almost snatch it up and run, but if this girl is for real, there will surely be plenty more where that came from.

Mr. Breigh accepts the note, grumbling some more, but I tune him out. West is staring at me, and it is doing funny things to my insides. Something about the intense way his eyes are glued to me makes me feel like my entire soul is laid bare to him. When my pussy clenches, I drag my eyes away quickly. Holy hell. If just a look from him got my panties sopping, I wondered what he could do to me if our clothes were off.

I have got to get my head out of the gutter.

"Well," I say, "I would like to say it was a pleasure knowing you, Rupee, but… well, we all know that would be a load of horse shit. Thanks for all the prison visits. They were so fun."

With that, I make my departure.

I have no idea where I am going, but no doubt Katie will be on my heels soon. Yep, there it is, the rapid clicking of thousand-dollar Jimmy-Choos coming up behind me.

Katie is extremely flustered when she finally catches up to me. This new life is going to be epic.

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