“OK.” My reply is simple, because apparently my brain has stopped working.
He nods, lifts a duffle bag up, swinging it over his shoulder, then leaves my room, closing the door softly behind him.
“Geezus fucking crisps on a cracker, Kassie! What in the fuck was all of that? He’s been a nice guy by giving you a lift up here. He was just being a nice guy when he carried all the bags, and then let you in the house first.Andhe was being nice by bringing your bag to your room. There is nothing else to it, you idiot!” I admonish myself. “Bennett is your brother’s best friend. He’s annoying as hell, and even though you register that he’s also sexy as hell, you know for a fact that you can't go there. Ever. Not that he sees you as anything other than his best friend’s big sister anyway.”
I'm still muttering to myself as I throw my bags onto the neatly made bed, and open them up so that I can start to put away the things that I brought with me.
My toiletries are sitting on the top of the bag I open, so that’s where I start. When I get into my ensuite bathroom, I start putting everything in its place. That is until I look up, and see myself in the mirror!
I know I had a shower before we left, but sitting in the car next to Bennett has apparently done a number on my body, because I decide to have another one.
I strip down to my underwear, and that’s when I realise that I have no towels in here. They’re all in the drawer that my Mum stores them in, in each room still.
That’s when two things happen;
I walk back into my room half naked, and Bennett knocks, but doesn’t wait for an invitation to enter before making himself at home.
“What the fuck, Bennett!” I scream.
“Ohh, fuck!” He grumbles, freezing to the spot.
CHAPTER 5
Bennett
Fuck!I can't make my feet move.
I've seen Kassie in bathers, and bikini’s more than enough times over the years that seeing her in her underwear shouldn’t really have any effect on me. Except, the last time I checked, her bikinis weren't made of see through lace, and silk.
Fuck me.
I’m frozen to the spot.
I know that I should move. Turn my back. Close my eyes,
But, I don’t.
Instead, I watch as Kassie tries to cover up her amazing body with an arm across her chest, and the other over her stomach, and her hand over the lace covering her pussy.
And fuck! I just looked at her god damned pussy, and I shouldn’t have.
“Bennett!” Kassie squeals again, dancing on the spot for a few seconds, before turning away from me.
Ohhhhh, and that’s a bad view. In fact, the bottoms of the cheeks of her ass are peeking out through the silk trim that is holding the lace together.
“Turn the fuck around, Bennett!”
“Right.”
“Better yet, leave my fucking room.”
I don’t leave, not because that would be the sane thing to do. No, the idiot in me manages to turn around to face the door I just entered, and see movement from the corner of my eye.
Thank fuck for Mrs Timms, and her decorating skills, because I can see Kassie in the mirror on the wall beside the door.
“Get your eyes off the mirror, McGuire!” Kassie’s voice startles me out of my stupor. “Yes, I know what you can see, it’s my room,remember? I helped my mother place ninety nine percent of the things in here.”
“What about the one percent?” I ask, stupidly looking for something to distract my mind, so that when I finally turn around, she can’t see my hard cock.
