Chapter Seventeen
Waylon
H er eyes close as she puckers her lips up, and then her little body goes lax in my arms. I stuff her into the car and pull her dress down over her cute black panties that leave very little to the imagination. I fix her belt before shutting her door and walking to my side.
Son of a bitch, Oakley drunk is the cutest fucking thing in the world. One day, I’m going to have to take her out and let her really go all out. Safely. With me right beside her. Wrapped around her tight.
I glance over and my eyes drop to her lap, having seen what lies beneath. I shake my head. I shouldn’t be thinking of her in nothing but a pair of black see-through panties, but damned if it just can’t get it out of my head.
“I smell.”
My eyes go over to her, where she is trying to pull the top of her dress away from her body.
“I should have shot that little shit.”
She giggles for several seconds before flopping back in her seat and going quiet again. She’s back out of it.
Once we’re home, I carefully take her in my arms and open our door. She comes to just as I am punching the security code in.
“Waylon.”
“Hmm.”
“Take me to bed.”
Well, fuck!
“You tired, baby.”
She giggles, “No.”
I sit her down in the living room. There is no way in hell I am walking into that bedroom with her like this. She laughs all the way into the bedroom.
I double-check the locks and then make my way over to the couch, but before I can sit down, Oakley is calling out my name.
“Waylon. Can you come help me?”
She doesn’t sound like she’s teasing me or that she is up to something.
I walk into the room and nearly stroke out.
She’s standing in nothing but that pair of black lacey underwear.
Her breasts are where my eyes go first. The soft, round globes crested with cherry tips that make my mouth water are bared, and I can’t look hard enough.
Her waist tapers then widens at the hips.
Every part of her looks soft and round and ready.
Her black panties are so transparent that I can see her red curls shaped in a neat little landing strip that just begs me to come explore.
“Can you help me wash this off. It reeks, and I can’t sleep smelling like this.”
“You…,” my voice barely comes out, and when it does it’s gruff like I’ve not drunk anything all day, “you want me to help you take a shower?”
She nods and slips her fingertips under the sides of those panties. “Please.”
“I don’t…”
“I don’t think…you go first.”
We both start, but neither of us finishes.
“No, you go first.”
“I was just going to say I don’t think I can do it myself. I’m worried I’ll fall.”
Well, shit!
“Yeah, I’ll help you, baby.” I'll always be here to help her.
She gives me a sleepy smile before pulling her panties down.
I follow her into the bathroom like she’s the god damned Pied Piper. Once in there, she seems lost. “I need to, um….”
I yank my shirt over my head and start the shower.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
“Don’t you need to get naked too?” Her brow creases, and she looks at me like I might have lost my mind…and I am pretty sure I will after I'm out of a shower with Oakley.
“Not this time, baby.”
“Oh, okay.”
She takes my hand, and I help her step in before following behind her. When the warm water hits her, she moans and melts a little. Her body leaning back into mine.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“Let’s do your hair first, sweet girl.”
“Mmm, kay.”
I focus my attention on the locks in my hands and the job at hand, and not on how the water beads against her skin and drips off the tips of her pert nipples. Or how good she smells even covered in stale beer.
“I can do this part.” She takes the soap and scrubs her skin before letting the soap slip from her fingers.
I spend a good five minutes just looking at the bar of soap lying on the shower floor.
If I bend down to pick it up, my face will be right next to her pussy, and I am not strong enough to keep myself from burying my face in it.
I know that. If she bends down, she is going to finally notice the massive hard-on I’ve been sporting ever since, well, since I threw her over my shoulder that first night.
I’ve been doing a pretty good job of hiding it since then, but there is no hiding it this time.
“I’ll get it.”
“Nope! Are you done with it?”
She nods and leans against me, all warm curves and wet, sleek skin.
“Then we’re going to leave it there until later.”
“Oh. Okay. How much later?”
I don't answer her, “You ready to come out, baby?”
My dick is raw, rubbing against the denim of my wet jeans this entire time, and my control is beyond shaken. I need to put her in bed and spend the rest of the night cumming with the help of my hand and all the sexy images she’s given me.
“Yeah. If we have to.”
She lets me step out first and wrap her in a towel. And a thought floats through my head as she looks up at me with so much trust. Does she think of me as nothing more than her friend? A brother even?
Not that I wouldn’t want to be Oakley’s friend, but I don’t feel this way about my friends. And certainly not my sister.
She brings her fingers up to my cheek and smiles.
“I love you, Way.”
I don’t think she means it like I want her to. Sadness takes over as she leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me. It’s bittersweet and is sobering enough that I find the strength to push her away from me just a bit.
“Waylon, do you love me?” I stare down into her bright green eyes.
Do I?
Oh. Shit!
“Waylon,” when I don’t say anything else, she stretches that goddess body up against me. “Waylon, I need to tell you something I’ve never said to anyone before…,”
I brace myself.
“Will you fuck me?”
What!
The!
Hell!