Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Dad's already at work, leaving us in the house alone. It doesn't take long for us to fall into the same rhythm we found at the store. The same rhythm takes us to my bed where I get to worship every inch of her delicate frame. Her beautiful silhouette, all night long until sleep claims us.
Multiple rounds of sex have a funny way of draining every ounce of energy, and liquid, from the body. It carries the same lulling energy as swimming in the sun, and when I turn to my side, Cody … I want to bask in the sexual energy between us.
"Don't be weird, Dean," she says with her eyes still closed and the sun a few hours away from starting a new day.
"Good morning," I tell her, moving a sliver of hair out of her face.
Cody cracks one eye open, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair as it falls around my shoulders. She whispers with a smile, "You've been staring at me. I can feel your eyes groping me."
My hand snakes a path down her body from her supple tits, perfectly perky nipples, and down to her pussy, and slips a digit inside of her walls. After burying my mouth into that perfect little crook of her neck, I talk to her between kisses. "What you feel is my hand. More specifically, my finger calling this beautiful pussy of yours to come all over it."
My fingers pick up speed. Cody moans with the pending climax. Her words evade her as pleasure takes over.
"That's right. Come for me, Cody. Come all over me," I command and she does as she's told.
Wet, prime, and ready, she parts her legs to give me room to move on top of her and then inside her. Our breaths, our bodies, our movements come together with orgasmic bliss. It's like a bubble trapping us in ecstasy.
We lose ourselves in the morning hours when the phantom noises of the house don't faze me. That is until I hear the footsteps coming too soon to stop what we're doing.
Fuck.
"What's wrong?" Cody asks.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Miss Ellie's voice slices through the morning air like a foghorn.
"What the fuck? Mom, get out," Cody shouts from under me.
"Joe, our daughter is in bed with our son," she spits each syllable out with disgust.
I can't let her make Cody feel bad about this. I pull out of her and put a pair of boxers on, telling our parents, "No. His son is in bed with your daughter. There’s a difference."
"Don't split hairs, Dean," Dad hisses. "What the hell is going on?"
"What's going on," Cody interjects with sarcasm etching every word, "is that you're both going to leave. Leave this room and wait for Dean and me to put some clothes on. We'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes."
"If you think you can just breeze into town and destroy your brother's life—" Ellie says with such anger in her tone.
I have to stop her and speak up. "I am not her brother and she is not my sister as you two aren't even married."
"We're still married," Dad sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just separating."
He gently nudges Cody's mother out of the room to give us space to get ourselves together.
"I can't believe this is happening," Cody whispers to herself.
"Do you regret this, Dakota?"
"No, of course not. I've been thinking about this moment for the past what? 10? 11 years? Do you regret it?" she asks with a slight shake of her head. She moves swiftly, pulling on a pair of linen pajama pants and one of my shirts.
She grabs it, bringing it up to her nose for a deep inhale like my scent is a shot of caffeine first thing in the morning. She flashes me a smile and holds her hand out just as I finish throwing on some clothes.
"Of course not. I'm never going back to pretending after last night. Ever," I tell her with assurance and sincerity.
My hand wraps around hers, and we make our way downstairs. Both of our parents sit in the living room. They're literally putting their heads together like this is a problem that needs fixing.
Miss Ellie murmurs with disdain, "What are we going to do about this, Joe?"
My dad looks at his wife, who hasn't slept in this home for over three months, and shrugs his shoulders.
"There's nothing to be done about this, Mother." Cody sighs and sucks her teeth. "We are adults."
"Adults?" Ellie rolls her eyes. "You're barely out of childhood."
"Mom, he's 26 and I'm 22. We are both adults and only staying here by default. You two aren't even together anymore." Cody gestures between us, but her reasoning is falling on deaf ears.
"What we're doing has nothing to do with this," Ellie replies with anger bubbling over.