Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
This is so wrong.
I’m thirty-two years old. I can’t be fantasizing about a girl nearly half my age. On top of that, she’s my best friend’s daughter. She’s off-limits in so many ways, but right now, she’s skipping toward me with her arms wide and joy in her eyes, clearly looking for a hug.
“Uncle Titus!” she cries out, throwing herself into my arms.
I manage to twist myself to the side just as I catch her. Shit. Just in time. If I’d caught her flat against my body, there’s no way she wouldn’t have felt the ridiculous bulge I’m already packing down there.
“Hey, how are you?” I reply, doing my best to sound harmless but probably coming off creepy in the process. “Feels like the last time I saw you, you were a completely different person.”
Lucy giggles, not helping my situation at all.
She’s a teenager, I tell myself. A teenager.
“I kind of was. I’d barely even hit puberty back then. Now I’m of legal voting age!”
“All right, that’s enough,” Douglas says, sliding a spatula between us to get her off me. “Let the poor guy breathe.”
I chuckle, doing my best to make the whole awkward situation seem as normal as possible, but goddamn if it isn’t nearly impossible to keep my eyes off her as Dougie doles out the burgers and chips.
Her wavy blond hair looks like she just sprang out of the ocean, hurried to the beach for a photoshoot, then rushed back here to her father’s house. If she wasn’t so goddamn innocent, I’d think she was trying to seduce me with those bright blue eyes that seem to pierce right through the universe as she looks back at me.
Her tits are literally about to overflow out of the cups of her bra, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to focus on them and to keep my eyes on my burger. I’ve met some hot women in my life, but nothing in the world can compete with a pair of perky teenage tits, and Lucy is proving it with every second she stays here in my presence.
I take a bite of Dougie’s burger in a desperate attempt to distract me. It’s good, damn good, but it’s juicy as hell, and all that makes me think of is just how juicy his daughter’s fresh pussy must be between those perfect thighs.
“Well, what do you think, Titus?”
“Huh?” I ask, looking up. The expression on my face is probably like a dog who’s just had his name called but has no idea why. “Oh, the burger? Yeah, it’s delicious!”
I hold a thumbs up as I continue chewing. I’m not lying, but even now, my mind is on…other things. For some reason, only God knows why, Lucy has decided to pull up a chair and sit down, so I turn my chair and angle it toward the back yard, pretending to be interested in what Douglas has done with the tree line.
But that’s not even remotely where my mind is. My mind is on all the horrible things I want to do to my best friend’s daughter. How I want to take her into the house right now, strip the clothes off of her to expose that fresh teenage body, and have my way with it.
But what kind of friend does that make me?
A sudden swell of guilt rushes through me. I set my plate aside and stand.
“Hey, Dougie. I, uh…I just remembered I was supposed to do a video call with my folks from my house this afternoon,” I lie, but I have got to get out of here. Lucy’s presence is simply too much for me. “You gonna kill me if I head home for a bit? I could swing back a little later.”
Doug does this thing he’s great at, which is a combination smirk/frown, takes a bite of his burger and shakes his head. “Nah, man. Go ahead. Gotta do what the folks want you to do.”
“Aw, but I just saw you again for the first time in years,” Lucy whines. Christ, her voice is adorable. She’s even biting her lip at me. Does she even know how cute and sexy she looks when she does that, or is she completely unaware? “Dad, can I show Titus some of my art before he goes?”
“No, honey, leave Titus alone.” Douglas shakes his head. “There will be time for that later.”
She looks like an adorable little kitty that just needs to be petted and swept into my arms. I know this isn’t a big deal—me not seeing her art, whatever that even means—but I suddenly feel the need to fix everything in her life for her, and even though the whole point of me lying about this video call with my folks was to get me out of here and away from her, I go ahead and open my mouth and make a huge mistake.