Tempted (Bad Girls)

Somehow I will find a way to make it all work for us, as long as nothing hurts her innocent little heart, I could deal with whatever. I was sure the parents would have a fit, but I was willing to risk their wrath to have her, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t face come to think of it, if it meant I could have her forever. I just had to play my cards right and bide my time.

I wanted to handle things in such a way that there wasn’t too much fallout. Which meant no breeding her before she was out of school. I’ll have to put that dream on hold for now. That shit would only make things more complicated than they already were.

5

Jaxxon

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“Don’t you think your little sister monopolizes way too much of your time? I mean I know she’s a needy little thing, but it can’t be healthy for her to get too attached to you.

What about when you meet someone and settle down?” I wish this bitch would stop creeping up on me. And where did she get the idea that she had any say in my life?

“Cindy.” That’s all I had for her. I’d learned a while ago not to encourage her in anyway. She seems to have a weird fascination with me. Okay, if I weren’t so gone over my little temptress I would’ve probably fucked Cindy a long time ago; again.

Too bad for her I’d laid eyes on my little Bree first and she had spoiled me for all women.

“Well, aren’t you gonna answer my question?” She tried that hand in the hair thing but I evaded her grabby fingers.

“There’s nothing to answer, what I do or do not do with my stepsister is none of your concern, didn’t we have this conversation before?”

“What happened to you? You used to be so much fun.” Yeah, Cindy was an old high school lay, not that we were exclusive or anything, this thing I had going with Brianna was my first foray into monogamy.

It was funny, but the guy who’d always needed variety because he could never find what he was looking for between the thighs of one woman, was these days salivating over one teenage girl.

“I grew up Cindy, why don’t you do the same? Aren’t you dating Jeff or Greg or whoever the PE teacher is?” I needed to get the fuck away from her and fast. One thing I’d learned about Bree, she has a jealous streak a mile wide, and though she tries to hide it, I’d seen it more than once. I wasn’t so much worried about that as I was about her fears of someone else taking me away from her, and the insecurity that stems from that.

We both know we’re on borrowed time, that it’s only a matter of time before we’re either caught, or have to come clean. But no matter how much I try to convince her that I’d never leave she still fears my past and the man I used to be.

“We can still have some fun.” She gave me that sweet sickening smile that made my skin crawl. For a man who’d enjoyed playing the field, I find I preferred my baby’s sexual innocence to this. I made a quick escape and headed to my first class after the break.

Instead of focusing on math equations, my mind was full of her and the night to come. She kept inviting herself over to my place and I kept rebuffing her. Not because I didn’t want her there, if I could I’d have her with me always. But I knew if we kept this shit up it would only be a matter of time before someone figured our shit out and as much as she thought she was, she wasn’t ready for that.

She’d had it rough for the last couple of years with her dad leaving her mom for a much younger model, which she saw as him rejecting her. Add the fact that her dad just had a new baby and hardly had any time for her, and you can imagine what was going on inside her teenage heart.

There were times in the beginning that I’d worried she was just using me as a substitute, but the way she comes alive under me soon convinced me otherwise.

She was as much mine as I was hers that was enough for me. Not that it would’ve made much of a difference I’m afraid to say. I want her, I’m keeping her that’s all there is to it.

* * *

She was already in class, not looking at all like the well-fucked hoyden who’d just left my bed, but more like the studios teenager she wanted the world to see.

I put my hand in my pocket where she’d slipped her dirty underwear just before we’d parted, which was when Cindy had seen us together so I had no chance to put it away.