Page 71 of Lust
The seductive wet dream had her elbows propped against the ledge of our porch, the tight globe of an ass jutting out. Oversized sunglasses sat over the rim of her nose, so I couldn’t make out her face, only her body.
An erotic little body.
She wore cut-off jean shorts with a white t-shirt. Her thick thighs were on display, and I could only see the side profile from my angle. Her hair was spun into a high bun, highlighting a long neck and a delicate collarbone. The sun shining behind her head wrapped her into a halo effect, distorting her skin color. My best guess was olive complexion with dark hair.
Running through my mental inventory, I tried to recall the daughters of Mary’s friends to match the description.
None that I could think of,I mused.
I wanted to go up to her and demand her identity. However, there was something so serene about her that I stayed put to watch her for a few more uninterrupted minutes. This was hardly the welcome home I had envisioned, but I wasn’t complaining.
Unable to look away, my stance remained frozen like a predator studying their unsuspecting prey. The girl was unaware of her surroundings, engrossed in watching the sunset and the music she was listening to on her air pods. Her perfect ass jiggled when she moved, my cock jerking to the rhythm.
Seriously! What in the hell?! Since when did I have such immediate reactions to a woman? I hadn’t even had to approach girls in years as they generally came up to me willy-nilly.
I mentally willed her to look my way. She only had to see my pretty face once, and she’d come running like the rest.
As if on cue, the temptress finally glanced over. Just as I had predicted, our gazes locked. She grabbed the edge of her sunglasses and pulled them over the crown of her head.
Crystal-gray eyes.
Complexion, the color of honey mixed with beige.
Voice so unique that when she uttered my name, I recognized it even from a distance.
My shock subsided at long last. “You little shit,” I found myself murmuring. No doubt my voice was barely audible.
What in the holy fuck?
Before I could process or admit that I had just fully salivated after my little sister, Sara ran toward me at full speed (bare feet, might I add) and threw her arms around my neck.
The scent of jasmine clouded my judgment, stuffing down my horror from seconds ago. Instead of focusing on the mortifying thought, I was forced to admit that while I didn’t feel at home standing in front of my childhood home, I did experience the sentiment in Sara’s warm embrace.
“What’s wrong, Angel?” Sara seemed emotional in my arms, twisting my heart.
“I missed you,” she spoke in her raspy voice.
No one in this world got so emotional over my absence. Sure, women pledged their lives to me. They begged me for my body or blubbered for only one more night or one more fuck. But they were never real emotions.
My stone-cold heart underwent an unaccustomed warmth. Sara’s affections were generally my kryptonite.
We detangled so my attention could divert to the woman staring back. The last time I saw her, she was a skinny fourteen-year-old rebel with dirt under her nail and a gap tooth. Since then, Sara had undergone a massive transformation into womanhood.
It pained me to notice her matured body. I tried to dismiss the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest or her undeniable peach of an ass. My hand gently rested on the small of her back, inadvertently sensing the feminine curves under the thin scrap of her top. I froze when the material shifted, and I made contact with her bare skin.
I held my breath, aware of the heat coursing through me.
Holy fuck.
“God, Tris. I know you hate speaking to other humans, but can you at least say hello?” she asked sardonically.
She assumed I was quiet per usual, but my taciturnity wasn’t from a lack of motivation to speak. I was trying to contain the sudden lecherous thoughts escalating around my sixteen-year-old sister.
This was utterly atrocious.
I didn’t know it was Sara since I only saw her side profile, and she had transformed out of her previous fourteen-year-old body. Now that I realized it was my sister, I simply needed to snap out of it. That’s all.
I shook my head, hoping the thoughts would go away if I shook hard enough. “I’m just surprised by the theatrics,” I teased, pinching her cheeks in the way I used to when she was younger.
