The eighteen-year-old frowned at his mother, his mind whirling. It was one thing to stare at a naked woman, any woman, but the one who had given him life? His stomach churned, upset at his impulsive lecherous thought.
It wouldn’t be fair, he shook his head, pushing down his rising gorge. But my bitchy older sister… Now, she I could properly enjoy. Sarah’s been po’ed at me since she discovered she’d been adopted, upset that my parents actually managed to have a child and steal her thunder. Not that that did happen, of course. Mom and Dad still love her as their own.
“Adam?” his mother said in a small voice, interrupting his thoughts. “Could – could I please put my clothes back on?”
“Ah – yes, go ahead,” the young man blushed, looking away. “Oh, and Mum?”
She froze, looking up at him in fear, her hands tightly clenching her lacy panties.
“Once you’ve dressed, forget everything that’s happened, okay?”
His mother nodded with a deep, relieved breath and continued to dress, ignoring her son striding from the room. As she finished the last button of her red blouse, the older woman looked up, a curious frown across her face. After a snort, Adam’s mother shrugged and set out to her daughter’s car in the drive, intent to gather the clothes the young woman left behind when she came in.
Upstairs, her son stepped into his sister’s bedroom, his deep ocean blue eyes on her slim, high-breasted form asleep on the full-sized bed. Sarah’s breath was steady and slow, deep in sleep; the waistband of her faded jeans caught about her hips, forgotten in haste to obey his earlier commands.
She really does have to obey me, Adam thought, his lustful gaze intent upon the thin cotton of her bikini briefs. A cruel smile crossed his lips. But where should I start? |