Page 134 of Property of Necro
We aren’t telling him jack or shit. If he wants to act like a sullen toddler because he’s processing the death that didn’t come, then let him. None of us has ever been handled with kid gloves, and we’re not about to start now.
Giving Necro the space he desires, I force Rot from the room, where Mama’s waiting on us to take his Necro shift. Our VP claims the comfy chair by the wall of books. He’s got a carafe of coffee and a bag full of crochet shit to keep him busy.
So Necro can’t hear what I’m saying, I sign to Mama as he digs through his bag—a beat-up canvas tote, stained by blood.He still doesn’t know.
Setting what looks like a half-finished chicken on his big belly, Mama nods once like he understands what I said and points the tip of his crochet needle to the open doorway.Go, he mouths.
Fine.
With dinner out of the way and the day winding down, I guess now’s as good a time as any to curl up and watch a movie with Sola.
Leaving Mama to it, Rot and I find our smokin’ hot redhead naked in his bed, lying on her stomach, ankles crossed, tablet propped up, and all ready to go.
She smiles as bright as the sun when she sees us. Rotand I look at each other, and something like bubbly bliss passes between us as our lips split as wide as hers.
In a mad dash to join our woman, we rip our clothes off, not caring where they land, and climb in beside her.
“How’s Necro?” she asks, as I prop myself against the headboard and drag her to me. Sola rests her head on my lap and immediately, like in that video Rot sent me a week ago, suckles my semi straight into her hot, wet mouth.
I drop my head back and groan.
My brother sets the tablet so we can see, then pushes play and spoons Sola. He rests his cheek on the outside of her arm. Wanting to connect to them both, I lay a hand on Rot and gently toy with her hair.
Sure, the pleasure ratchets up, and I forget I’m even supposed to be watching whatever stupid horror comedy starring Nick Cage they're forcing me to endure, but I’ve never felt more at peace.
And horny
And… emotional.
Everything’s nearly perfect…
If only we could get this one last piece right.
Goddamn Necro.
We gotta figure this out.
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
Giggling like a schoolgirl,I twirl in a soft, knee-length purple dress with a matching pair of glitter Crocs. Gah! I can’t stop smiling.
Coffin whistles his approval from the edge of Rot’s bed.
Sitting on top of his dresser, Rot pulls out his flaccid cock and starts to jack it lazily. “Bend over. Show me what you’re wearing underneath.” He grins.
I wave the flirt off. “Stop it.”
“No. I wanna see how much your ass shows when you bend over.”
Face heating, I touch my toes. The comfy fabric slides up the back of my thighs and stops just below my cheeks.
Rot throws his arms to the sky. “Fuckin’ useless. Send it back.”
I laugh at his unnecessary theatrics and return to my full height. Smoothing my hand down the sides of my outfit, I reply, “I’m not doing that. It’s a nice dress.”
“When you bend over, I expect to see pussy lips,” he grumbles and resumes jacking off.
