A laugh bubbles out of me. “I promise I won’t change my mind about not sleeping with you. And I won’t fall for you either. I know how you are.”
He’s allergic to commitment and would rather be a playboy for the rest of his life than settle down with someone. If I fell for Aiden, it would end with him ghosting me the way he’s ghosted all the other women I’ve seen come and go.
Aiden flashes a tight smile. “So we have a deal?”
“Yeah,” I say, and hold out my hand for a handshake.
He eyes my hand with a shake of his head, stands, then crosses the small space between us. I squeak as he yanks me from the couch and pulls me into a hug. Warmth fills my chest, and I melt into his arms.
I’ll say it again. I never want to see the day when Aiden stops being so affectionate with me. It reminds me too much of my past with my mother and how she never let me go to sleep wondering if anyone loved me.
She’s gone, but Aiden took her place and stuck by me all these years.
“Thank you,” I whisper, unsure if I’m thanking him for helping me or for just being in my life.
He buries his nose in my hair at the top of my head and snickers. “Don’t thank me now. We haven’t hooked this guy in yet, and you have a lot to learn.”
I can’t stop the cheesy smile from creeping onto my face at the thought of finally winning over Brandon. “So when do we start?”
“In the morning.” He leans back and catches my chin between two fingers, then raises my head until I meet his stormy gaze. “Until then, get some sleep. We’re gonna be busy all day.”
“Doing what?”
He boops the tip of my nose with his finger. “You’ll see.”
FIVE
AIDEN
I sitin the dark living room, TV on and the sound on mute. The end of my joint crackles as I inhale the skunky smoke into my lungs, my hooded gaze glued to the TV screen.
Nova went to her bedroom after I told her to get some sleep. As soon as she was at the staircase, I flipped off the lights and turned on the TV so I could watch her for a little while. It’s how I relax after being away from her all day. Now, she’s completely unaware of the hidden cameras while she undresses. It’s like she’s putting on a show only for me.
My hard cock strains against my zipper, the bite of pain mixing with pleasure. I exhale the smoke in gigantic clouds and widen my legs to make more room in my now tight-fitting pants.
Nova peels off her bra, freeing her breasts for me to drink my fill. Her nipples harden as soon as the cool air touches them, andnot for the first time, I wish I was in there with her so I could warm her perfect tits with my hands.
I drag in another hit from the joint. Nova lowers her shorts and underwear until they pool around her feet. She bends at the right angle for me to glimpse her pussy, and I don’t waste the moment.
I set the joint aside on the ashtray and pop the button undone on my pants, then lower the zipper. I bite back a relieved groan as my erection springs free. A bead of pre-cum wells from the tip, and I smear it across the head with my thumb while I watch Nova dig through her dresser for sleep clothes.
She’ll go for an oversized T-shirt and nothing else.
I fish in my pocket and drag out the stolen, used garment. Pressing the pink panties to my nose, I breathe Nova’s faded, musky scent deep into my lungs. My dick jerks at the first inhale, and then more pre-cum leaks from my tip at the second.
“Fuck,” I groan. My eyes flutter shut, and I swipe my tongue over the panties, wishing I could have a better taste of my sister than the dulled-out flavor I’ve been getting from her underwear.
It’s been a week since I tucked them inside my pocket for stolen moments like right now. I’m a fucking freak for doing this. A pussy-whipped freak for a girl I can’t have.
I open my eyes and smirk as Nova drags an oversized tee from the middle drawer and pulls it over her head.
Called it.
Once the shirt settles to the top of her thighs, she pops her night meds into her mouth and washes them down with the glass of water she leaves on her nightstand. She flips off the lights, crawls into bed under her pink sheets, and curls into the fetal position. Night-vision sets in, switching the once colorful room into shades of green.
It’s the same routine she’s done for years. I know my little sister like the back of my hand. What she prefers to wear to bed.What meds she takes. How well she slept the night before just by the shade of dark circles under her eyes. I memorized her habits. But there’s one specific thing I’m trying to break her out of, and it’s not without a fight from her.
Nova’s choice of pain stimming isn’t a healthy one. Plucking her precious hair from the root and scratching her scalp until scabs form is hurting her. She doesn’t notice, and if she does, she couldn’t care less.
