Pretty Thing (Naughty Things 1)

She didn’t know I was there right away. Took her time finding a shirt and a pair of shorts as I peeked at her like a pervert. Then when she looked up and saw me, she smiled. For a second I was like… OK. She’s naked and smiling at me. She probably wants me. I even got a little hard. I was seventeen. You can’t stop that shit when you’re seventeen.

But then she walked over to the door. Not even embarrassed or anything. Just walked over to me with her perfect tits and nicely groomed pussy. She opened the door a little wider and yelled, “Kyle! Aiden’s upstairs peeking in my room!”

There was a bunch of, “What?” “What?” “What’d she say?” from all the guys downstairs.

Which, gotta be honest, made me panic a little. But then she kneed me in the nuts and by the time they all came upstairs to see what was happening Kali was safely behind her locked door and I was writhing on the ground like an idiot.

Kyle did one of those, “You’re an asshole,” laughs guys do when they know you deserve another punch in the eye but just got something better. Then he walked away.

But he did make a point later of telling me if I ever peeked at his sister again, he’d sneak into my bedroom at night and cut off my dick.

So holding her hand after his funeral is definitely up there with peeking at her naked when she was seventeen.

I can practically hear him now. “Aiden, you asshole. I’ve warned you twice already. I’m not gonna waste time with words, OK? I’m just gonna knock your fucking teeth out.”

But I don’t let go of her hand.

He’s not here, right? Joke’s on you, dickface. I guess that’s what you get for leaving me alone with her.

Kali groans as we walk down the big hill into town. Calling it a town is a bit much. Back when they built our little townhome community this place was an up-and-coming suburb. The city would eventually sprawl out and then it wouldn’t be so far away from everything.

But that’s not how it turned out. The urban sprawl ended up going west instead of east so our town is still the same as it was when we were kids.

Kyle and I came back here to set up our shop after school. Actually, I came first—he was in business school and took two more years to finish. So I rented an old garage with an apartment upstairs and that’s where I’ve lived ever since.

It was a total dump back then but it’s really nice now. We expanded the building several years ago and added three more bays. So we now have five full-time mechanics, including Kyle and me, an office manager named Karen, and a couple of kids from the mechanic school who work there for their internship.

It’s on a side street in the middle of town. And by middle I mean at the bottom of the hill just next to the river. Which is pretty much where everything is in this town that’s not really a town. One real cross street with a few side streets on either side of the river. And we only have two stoplights. Both of them are at the top of the hills that flank the town. Technically we have three stoplights if you count the one in front of the fire station, but that one only works if there’s a fire and the engines need to get out onto the two-lane highway.

“Why are you groaning?” I ask Kali. Because she just did it again.

“There’s stones on the sidewalk,” she says, tiptoeing her way around the stones.

I stop us and turn my back to her. “Get on,” I say. “I’ll carry you like the old days.”

She laughs a little. “You never carried me on your back in your life.”

Truth. Kyle would’ve killed me. He was the one who always did that.

But you’re not here, are you? I silently ask him. So that’s what you get for leaving us alone, jerkoff. I guess if you really wanted to keep me away from your sister you’d have stuck around.

“I know,” I say. “But I can’t stand your whining and groaning. Now get on.”

I look over my shoulder at her. Daring her to say no. Or maybe just glaring at her, because there’s a sudden rush of anger inside me. Anger that Kyle isn’t here to stop me. Anger that maybe I want to do more to his sister than just hold her hand and give her a piggy-back ride.

That maybe I want to take her home.

And I know I can. No one’s gonna stop me but her.

“Fine,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulder. She jumps and I catch her, dropping her shoes in the process.