Page 76 of Deviant

Fuck.

My sister must have one serious case of blue balls with that girl always hanging around her all damn day.

I wouldn’t be able to resist such temptation, that’s for goddamn sure.

And I wouldn’t be a lousy fuck like my limp-dick of a brother, either.

I’d fuck her so good and raw she’d be walking differently after I was done with her.

Before Rowen reaches us on the porch, I don’t miss how Nora hides her little black book between the throw pillows on the patio couch.

“Hi,” Rowen greets cheerfully, with rosy cheeks and pink pouty lips. She doesn’t spare me a look as she bulldozes over to Nora, hugging her like she hasn’t seen her in millennia.

Rowen’s ass is almost visible from where I’m standing, and I can’t help but take a little peek at her white-laced panties, barely covering her luscious ass.

“Nice,” I mouth over at Nora, who has her eyes on me.

“Stop,” she warns.

I lick my lips and grin, tugging on my cigarette, wishing I was biting one of Rowen’s ass cheeks instead.

“Let’s go inside,” Nora says to her friend, still eyeing me to behave.

As much as I find the idea of fucking Rowen appealing to me—if only to fuck with Aidan a little—I would never do that to Nora. I know her feelings for her best friend go way beyond sexual infatuation.

She loves her.

And you don’t fuck with people that you love.

As Rowen passes me by to head inside, I catch her glancing over at me ever so discreetly, her cheeks reddening in shyness.

Yeah, that would get boring too.

Rowen’s body might be primed for a good fucking, but her temperament is just…blah.

Bland and boring.

And I don’t fuck boring.

She’s a byproduct of Blackwater Falls, unfortunately. No life in her whatsoever—only indoctrinated submission.

I watch Rowen and my sister walk into the house while I finish my cigarette on the porch.

Mom hates the smell of cigarettes, and though she disapproves of the bad habit, the only imposition she’s made is that I not smoke inside the house.

As I walk to the coffee table to stub my cigarette out, I’m reminded of the little black notebook Nora hid from her best friend.

Hmm. She’s keeping more secrets from Rowen than just her crush. I wonder what else she could be hiding.

Curiosity gets the best of me as I slowly walk over to where the book is stashed and pick it up. Unfortunately, I don’t even have time to crack it open since Nora reappears and snatches it away from my hands.

“Curiosity killed the cat, big brother. Remember that,” she warns with a stealthy glare.

I watch her re-enter the house and leave it at that.

So, she has secrets.

Who the fuck doesn’t?

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