Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
But as if she’s read my mind, my sister’s eyes suddenly flash with concern as she glances over at our parents.
“Do you think Harry and Joan know?” she whispers. “What if Tucker knows they know, and that’s why he’s not coming to the barbecue?”
“He’s coming,” I smile with an eye roll. “You’re a hot teenage girl, sister. There’s no way he’ll miss this party for the world. Just relax.”
“But I can’t relax!” she whines, now nervously picking up some pretzels from one of my carefully arranged snack bowls and chewing on them. “I need to see Tucker. I need to feel him. Inside me. Maybe we can sneak off or something -”
“Janine!” I hiss worriedly. “Carry on like that and Joan and Harry will find out.”
“You don’t get it,” she tuts in reply. Then her expression goes dreamy. “Once you’ve felt a cock as huge as Tucker’s, you need it all the time.” I feel my face glow hot at her words. “You don’t know what it’s like, girl. It’s incredible. He’s got me hooked.”
She doesn’t need to rub it in because it’s true I’ve never had sex, and it’s starting to bother me a bit these days. It’s not because I’m still a virgin, and so I’m “behind.” It’s not that my sister is more “advanced” or “knowledgeable” when it comes to men, or anything like that. No. Instead, my secret is much worse: it bothers me that my sister’s secret sex life with Tucker turns me on. I’m so ashamed. I lie awake as I hear them kiss and whisper on their side of the room. And then the breathing that becomes quicker, shallower. I hear how Tucker grunts the word “fuck” over and over like he’s in pain, but I know he’s not. And neither is my sister. I hear her bury her face in her pillow as she moans in ecstasy, and I know that’s the sound of an orgasm, even though I’ve never had one. I just lie there, my heart pounding and my pussy all slippery from hearing what I shouldn’t be hearing, wishing someone would fuck me like that. Someone like Jason Roberts, Tucker’s twin.
No sooner has the thought occurred to me than shame washes over me, right when the Roberts stroll into the backyard through the gate. They look incredible, but I only have eyes for Jason, who’s wearing a blue polo shirt that is the exact color of his eyes, a pair of designer shorts, and expensive-looking loafers. His sunglasses are on, so I can’t see his eyes, but I hope that they’re not looking at me because I’m already beginning to sweat. My face must be bright red and it's probably shiny already. God, it’s just my luck to look awful whenever the handsome man comes around.
But it seems I’m safe. If Jason notices me, he’s not letting on, and instead makes pleasantries with my mom as he hands her a bottle of chilled wine as a gift. I can’t help but ogle him - he’s so attractive. His tall frame is all rippling muscle, the material of his clothes unable to hide the Adonis-like figure beneath. I wonder what it would be like to feel the weight of his hard, toned body on mine.
Meanwhile, Janine is flirting outrageously with Tucker, who is already being drawn into deep conversation about golf with my dad. I watch Janine as she bats her eyelashes at him and presses her arms in on the hugeness of her boobs so her cleavage becomes even more prominent. Tucker merely chuckles and focuses on whatever my dad is going on about. Fortunately, Harry is oblivious, as always. Thank goodness.
“Emily!” my name rings out across the yard in my mom’s call, making me jump. “Why haven’t you offered our guests a drink yet?” That’s when I realize I’ve been standing there gawping, probably looking like a complete idiot. “She’s not usually rude, Jason,” my mother says in an apologetic tone. “Our Emily is a good girl,” she adds before heading inside to put the wine in the fridge. “Now if you’ll just excuse me.”
Jason smiles at me, revealing a row of perfect white teeth. My legs go to jelly immediately, and heat blooms in my breast, but I manage to walk over to their side of the yard bearing a tray of chilled water glasses.
My dad and Tucker each take a glass, but when I turn to Jason, I can’t make myself meet his eyes. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I want to look at him like a normal person, and yet I’m staring at my feet like a dorky seventh-grader. Even weirder, he doesn’t move to take a glass of water, so I finally glance up for a peek.
“No thanks,” he says in his baritone voice, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. “I’ll have a beer instead.”