Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Bennet

“You don’t get to tell me what I can do, Bennet Underwood!”

It’s funny that she thinks that. But she’s fucking wrong. My temper was already rocky since I was feeling guilty over what happened in the shower. Then I walked into the open fucking front door where anyone could just come on in on the two innocent girls and got set off again. But the thing that really got me was hearing Rory talking about her pussy.

Hearing her say ‘can we stop talking about my pussy’ had me seeing red. Why were they talking about Rory’s pussy? Then Te says something about her going on dates so she can show it off to the men she dates. Fuck a bunch of that!

“You don’t get to tell me what to do?”

“Yes, I fucking do because…” I come to an abrupt halt in front of her with my finger out. I should think about what I’m saying, maybe come up with a better answer than because I told you so.

“Because why, Bennet?”

She just keeps pushing. And my sister doesn’t make it any better.

“Yeah, Ben, why?”

I give Te a look that tells her she is going to suffer my wrath when we are together again.

“Because I’ll follow her and bust her naked ass…and maybe her naked pussy too!” Rory’s mouth falls open and I can tell I have completely shocked her. She’s flabbergasted. “No dates!”

Her mouth opens and closes for several seconds before she recovers. Te looks between the two of us like she’s observing a tennis match wondering which player is going to win and the house is so fucking quiet you can hear the clock in the hallway ticking.

“You…,” she narrows her eyes and comes towards me. I don’t back down a bit. If she wants to get all up in my face, she’s going to have to rub that body against me to do so. “I’m not your kid sister, Bennet Underwood! I don’t have to do what you tell me to do!”

I take the last step to her, so we are toe to toe. “I understand that, Rory. I wouldn’t be smacking my sister on the pussy either, princess. Or the ass.”

I need to leave before I practice what I preach by throwing her over my knee and yanking those thin as fuck leggings down. I spin on my heels and make my way back to the entry. She follows me.

“You aren’t going to do that to me either, Bennet. I’m a grown-ass woman! Do you hear me, I’m not someone you can just intimidate.”

“Doesn’t matter how old you are, baby. I can be eighty and I’d still spank that ass.”

“You…I…you’re bluffing, you ass!”

I laugh and stare her straight in the eye so I can show her how serious I am about this. “Try me, baby. Just fucking try me. You go out on a date, and I’ll pull you out of the car, turn your little ass around, handcuff you, and pull your panties down before you get the first words out of that pretty mouth.” I step into her and take the ends of her hair so I can twine them around my fingers. “And Rory, once I put my hands on you, neither one of us will ever be the same.”

I turn back to the door and open it but before I do I flip the flimsy lock on the handle.

“Keep your fucking doors closed, baby. Even if it’s out in the fucking middle of nowhere someone can still try to come in.” I close the door and make a mental note to buy her a better fucking lock for that door when next I see her.

Once I'm back at my house, I have plenty of time to go over the fact I showed up at Rory’s uninvited, talked about her pussy, and told her I would spank her if she went on a date. What the fuck was I thinking? And why can I not get the thought of her bare pussy out of my head?

As soon as Te spilled that Rory liked to keep her pussy bare that was all I could think about. I try not to but it’s there echoing through my mind. It kept me company in the car, whispered to me as soon as I stepped through my door, and now it’s screaming at me. Rory. The kid I’ve known damn near all my life isn’t a kid anymore. She doesn’t have the body of a kid, she doesn’t sound like the kid I used to know, and she doesn’t smell like the kid who always hung out with my sister.

Her body has filled out, softened, and turned into a treasure chest of feminine charms. And little Rory would never have yelled at me and called me an asshole like she did tonight. Quite frankly, her moxy hits me hard right in the goods. I’ve learned I really like arguing with my little princess. And last, but not least, she smells damn good. Before when we were kids, I always felt like the scent coming from her was sweet and innocent almost like candy. Now, she has a different scent, still innocent and fresh but there’s more of a sensual flavor she’s rocking that reminds me of dark nights spent warped around one another, something deep and warm that lingers when she leaves the room.

My hand drops to my pants without me really meaning for it to. I think about how that scent would get deeper, and fuller if she weren’t wearing clothes and I could spread her legs like I am imagining doing. And if I were to get her naked, would she be smooth and bare like Te said she prefers to be? What would that be like, to see the heart of my childhood friend and explore her body in a way we haven’t been exploring yet?

Would she let me do what I wanted to her? Would she let me treat her like a little princess and worship her pussy like it deserves? I bet she would.

My eyes are closed, and my zipper is down at the thought. My hand shuttles over the long shaft of my cock as I think about what it would be like to eat Rory standing up so the only thing she has to lean on or keep her from falling is me. My princess, Rory, the girl turned sultry woman who is best friends with my sister. This time when I cum I can’t bring up the guilty feelings from before. No self-loathing to be found.

Just more images of ways I want to take Rory if I ever have a chance. I lay with the memory of her all night long until I finally drifted off to sweet dreams of her. Is this going to complicate things? Maybe, but I’ve never run away from a challenge and Rory is the biggest challenge of my life.