“Yeah, you look good, okay?”
Though most of me prayed her reckless lips wouldn’t ask me to elaborate further – a boyish part of me did.
“Thanks, Jay. I know,” she said, squeezing my arm again.
“Oh, I wasn’t finished, Julia. I’m glad my money has you looking so fine. I mean if you weren’t my sister; well…Oh boy!”
As intended, she quickly took her hand off me and fiddled with the sound system. I did a good job of hiding my self-satisfied smirk. I was expecting some dance, pop, bullshit to fill the car. Julia started to wiggle and shake as classic country played. It was impressive how she updated her gloss covered lips.
“Half-sister!” she shouted over the music.
As hair and boobs bounced, all we needed were some flashing lights to complete the car disco. The redheaded cowgirl whirled and swung her invisible lasso. I couldn’t help but smile. Julia was a lot of things. Fun was certainly one of them. I pulled daring eyes away from swaying flesh. I tried to focus on the road. It must have been her lasso catching that made my cock rise.
She turned down the volume when the cowboy’s lover left him.
“Don’t suppose you have any booze in here?”
“Not yet I don’t.”
“Ah, so is that your plan for the evening? Get drunk?”
“Got milk?”
“Huh?”
“An old TV ad. Never mind. A bottle of wine, Julia. Not exactly wasted territory. Old man drinking.”
Her lasso still firmly attached, jerking off was now part of my evening schedule. I probably wouldn’t think of her. I tore my gaze from her wobbling chest. Impossible to avoid; it was right fucking there.
“You’re not that old, bro. You should be out enjoying yourself too!”
“Lisa said she wanted to talk to me about something. I might head over to her later.”
Julia smiled as she stretched. I wasn’t sure if she was showing off her washboard stomach, or her naval piercing. I had to get the idea out of my head that she was showing me anything at all.
“Ah, good, ole dependable Lisa. Seems there are still some things she likes about you, bro. You can do so much better though. I’ve always said that.”
I took her hand off my thigh.
“Only about five minutes to the club now.”
“Meh. That place is kinda shit. Same music. Same guys.”
She’d only turned eighteen. How many of them could she possibly have had?
Passing streetlights shimmered off her chest. Committing the irredeemable crime of not being made of stone, I realised I had to get this female out of my car asap.
“Need any money? For drinks or food etcetera?”
“Nah, I’m fine,” she said. “Colin gave me some cash when mom wasn’t looking.”
“I guess step-dads are good for something, eh?”
We weren’t close enough to the club yet for her to be unclipping her seatbelt. I looked out for cops as the tame warning light announced our crime. I watched as her hand worked its way up and down the smooth, manual gear stick.
“I think he was just feeling guilty about looking at my tits all day.”
There was a lean tightness to her crossed legs that guys at the club might find sexy. Moving closer to me, I blushed as she trapped my fingers between gear stick and cami. Her mischievous grin met my discomfort.
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