Too Hard (Too 1)

“Oh shit,” I hear one of the twins whisper behind me, but it’s hard to hear it over the pounding in my ears.

I glance down and see she’s wearing a white T-shirt that’s dripping wet and clinging to every sultry curve of her body. I can see every detail of her nipples pressed against the threadbare material as she stands there dripping. Her dark red hair is so long it could almost cover them up if it was in the right place. From what I see she’s not wearing a bra and her tits are bouncing as she talks fast.

“The sink, I tried to fix it but I made it worse and I can’t get it to stop spraying.” She’s panicked as her dark green eyes look up at me with worry and fear.

“You’re okay, I’m going to make it alright,” I say, stepping closer to her.

“Is this real?” Owen says, too low for her to hear but I know what they’re thinking.

I know because it’s the same thing I’m thinking. Jesus Christ, how old is this girl? Please let her be legal or I’m going to have to send the boys out of here. Maybe I should do it anyway so she doesn’t have them looking at her.

“I think I can handle this if y’all want to go back to the truck,” I say.

“Not a chance,” Elijah says as he steps inside with me.

“Ma’am, why don’t you go, um, dry off,” I say, avoiding looking at her tits and using every ounce of self-control as I do so.

“It’s in here!” She runs into the kitchen, which is a mistake because it just makes her tits move more.

I follow her closely with the twins hot on my heels. I know they’re normally respectful, but this is too much temptation to look away from.

“I’ve got it,” I say, bending down to open the cabinet under the sink to turn off the valve. The water stops flowing instantly and it’s enough to get her to calm down.

“Oh god, thank you.” She breathes a sigh of relief and closes her eyes.

I can’t look at her like this any longer and I need her to put some damn clothes on.

“Are your parents home?” I ask, looking around the room.

Her eyebrows furrow and anger flashes on her face. “This is my apartment.”

I’ve got my own attitude and if she wants to get feisty with me I can do the same back to her.

“Great, go put some damn clothes on and then we’ll talk.” I make a point of staring down at tits too fucking big to be braless and under a wet shirt.

She glances down and gasps as little as she turns around and walks to the back of the place.

“What’s wrong with you?” Elijah hisses at me as he watches her walk away. “I was getting spank bank storage to last me for the next year.”

“That’s enough,” I growl, turning around to snap at them.

The twins stare at me in shock for a second and Owen takes a step back. “Easy, Dad, we’re here to help. Let’s get this done.”

He’s always been the level-headed one and I watch as he sets the toolbox down and opens it up. I’m snapped out of my momentary slip when I remember why we’re here and get to work. I see the problem right away, but there’s already a ton of water damage to the sheetrock and wood surrounding the sink. I can’t think about that right this second and try to concentrate on fixing the leak.

“You think she’s a natural redhead?” Elijah whispers to Owen and I can’t hear his response. “I’ve always wonder what it would be like to sink into a pussy with red hair.”

“That’s enough!” I bark, slamming my tools into the box.

“Jeez, Dad, calm down,” Elijah says, and he’s looking at me like he’s never seen me before. “Are you okay?”

We talk about sex a lot because they’re boys and I know it’s always on their minds. But hearing him say that about her has my hackles rising. She’s young enough to be my daughter and I don’t think they should be talking about her like that.

“I wasn’t saying I was going to force her. I was just wondering if it was any different.”

I have to turn my back and go back to what I was doing because Elijah is right. This isn’t any different than how he’s talked in front of me before. I tell them about consent and respect, but they’re both so fucking curious about sex they ask questions constantly. Why am I suddenly upset when they’re asking now? Isn’t this what I’ve been telling them for years? To be honest with me about what they want and tell me when they have questions?

The problem is I don’t know what it would be like to fuck a redhead, but now I want to find out. I want to see those red curls part and then lick her where she’s pink. I want to sink my raw cock into her warm wet cunt and find out if it’s as tight as my hand. I want to feel her squirt on my cock and have it drip down between us.