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“Can I stay with you two tonight?”
I look down at Oakley, who is looking up at me. It doesn’t take a psychic to know she wants her to stay too.
“Of course you can. Come on, sis. I hear Oakley made us a pie.”
We spend the rest of the night watching movies and hanging out together. It’s been a long time since I hung out with my sister. Probably too long. I have Oakley to thank for that. I make sure to sit with her and touch her for most of the night, playing with the ends of her hair, stroking her arm, or just holding her hand.
By the time the girls are asleep, it’s well after midnight, and I’m more than a little happy about not having to go in tomorrow, especially not after the massive wreck today. I pick Oakley up and carry her to bed. Once I have her in there, I work her shorts down her legs and leave her in only her tank top and a pair of red lace panties that have my fucking mouth watering. What would have happened in the kitchen this evening if my sister hadn’t interrupted us?
Pictures of Oakley laid out completely bare for me to feast on flash through my mind causing my body to go rigid and my heart to start beating faster. I yank my shirt off like it’s fucking offensive to the touch and start on my belt before I can stop myself. It feels right to crawl in beside her. It feels like breathing, something that is natural and comes so easily it can’t be wrong.
I shuck my pants and lift the covers. The bed dips with my weight and wakes her up just a bit. “Waylon?”
“I’m here, baby.” I scoot up next to her and spoon her. Our bare legs brush against one another.
“Waylon, are you…?”
“Shh, don’t wake Terry. Let her rest.” I snuggle against her, and her pantie-clad ass bumps against my hard length. “Just let me hold you for a little while, baby. Just for a moment.”
“O…okay.” It’s nothing but a whisper, but it echoes in my ear for the rest of the night.
At first, I don’t think that I’ll go to sleep. Being a cop really kills that particular need. It’s hard to turn shit off and things tend to stay with you, especially after a day like I had. WhenI do sleep, I have the most erotic dreams. Dreams of soft skin brushing against me, a warm mouth fitting against mine, killer curves that beg for me to touch and leave my mark on them in long white lines of cum. And during the entire time, I never forget who is with me. I never forget that Oakley is the warm woman letting me have my way with her.
The moment I open my eyes and realize my dreams aren’t just dreams and that Oakley is lying on top of me, I realize I’ve come too far to pretend I’m not completely head over heels for this woman. Completely and totally.
Chapter Twenty-One
Oakley
Iwake up slowly. My dreams have all been naughty, hot, erotic dreams that have left me hot and needy. It takes me a long time to realize I’m not just lying on something hard and warm, but that something is breathing evenly underneath me. After the realization hits me, my mind is jolting awake and taking everything in from the fact I am in nothing but a thin tank and panties that don’t cover nearly enough to the fact that a hard thickness is wedged between my thighs.
“Oh my God!”
“Shh, it’s alright, Oakley. Everything is all right.”
Alright?
He punctuates the sentiment with a soft squeeze to my ass.
“W…Waylon, it’s…we’re…I’m…”
“You feel good as fuck. So soft and warm.” Waylon slides between my legs even further until I’m straddling him, my legs on either side of his hips. He pushes my hips down so that I am pressed right up against his thickness.
My eyes widen. That can’t possibly be him. Right? He feels huge.
“I bet your little pussy feels just like velvet, baby.” Is he…? “Can I find out, Oakley? Can I see for myself?”
“You…you want to…?”
“Oh, yeah. I want to touch it, taste it, sink deep into it, and fill it full. But for now…I just want a little touch.”
Fill it full? What is going on? Is this real, or am I still dreaming?
“Can I touch your little pussy, baby? Just a little touch. A light brush. Please, baby.”
“Ok.”
“Okay?”
