Chapter Four
Waylon
L ast night, when I fished Oakley out of the back of my car and tried to get her into my house, she ended up back over my shoulder, this time a little more belligerent than she was before. She bit me. On the butt. I took her straight to the shower and proceeded to dump her under the cold water.
She sobered up some. She also started to cry, looking up at me like I was a monster who just told her she was wearing a dress that did, in fact, make her butt look big. Not that Oakley’s butt is anything but perfect. Still, she gave me big watery green eyes that ripped at my soul.
“S…s…sorry.”
“I can take it from here, Waylon.” And just like that, my sister dismissed me, and I went to stand in the hallway and wait for her to bring Oakley out and over to the couch.
But Terry never brought her out. Instead, she yelled for me, and when I came back into the room, it was to find Oakley lying on my bed in nothing but a towel.
Terry tried to sit her up, but I eventually told her just to let me pick her up and place her fully in the bed, pulling the covers up on her.
“Take the towel off so she’s not left lying in the wet thing, and come on into the living room. There’s nothing more to do for her tonight.”
Now, she’s covered in only a sheet, and she’s totally detonated my world like a little chaos bomb exploding through my life.
My mom -and worse, my Nan- are both outside waiting for me to tell them what the hell is going on.
I couldn’t really do anything to kill the idea my mom had about me and Oakley sleeping together when she was lying just outside my hallway in nothing but a sheet.
“Let me take care of Oakley, Mom, and then I’ll tell you everything.”
As soon as I figure out what the hell that ‘everything’ is.
And here Oakley is, feet hanging off the bed but not touching the fucking floor because she’s tiny.
Just how tiny being driven home to me on repeat since I scooped her up off the floor like she weighed nothing, and when I put my hand on her chest, it completely covered it.
I could have slid my pinky and thumb over just a hair, and I would have been touching her nipples.
“I dreamed we slept together.”
“No. That didn’t happen.”
“And your mom found out.” She waits for me to say that also didn’t happen, but when she realizes I’m not going to tell her that, horror clouds her face.
“Oh God! Oh God! Waylon!”
Having her repeat her plea and say my name has an impact on me that it shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t be thinking of Oakley in my bed, shouting my name after I’ve buried myself deep inside of her.
She’s way too young and way too…not for me.
No matter the fact that I’ve been seeing her as something other than my sister’s little friend since last night, when I got a hint of how her pussy smells.
“Waylon,” her voice pulls me back to reality, “She…she won’t ever let me see Terry again if she finds out I was drinking and that we lied to get Landry to serve us alcohol.”
I take her face in my hands and tilt it up so she'll look at me. “I’ll take care of it.”
I can’t stand seeing her so upset with tears standing in her eyes. I just can’t take it.
“I won’t let that happen, Oakley. I’ll think of something to tell her, okay.”
“Please don’t tell her I was drinking. She’ll think I’m awful. She’ll tell Terry to stay away from me and then…”
“Shh. I’ll take care of it, Oakley.”
I lean forward to place a kiss on her forehead, but somehow it ends up landing on her upturned mouth. Which is incredibly stupid, but even stupider to do it again…which I do. And again. When she gasps against my lips, I have to hold myself back from taking it any further.
The gasp Oakley takes is echoed…by my sister. I raise my head and stare at her, staring at me and her friend. Oakley whispers so low I’m pretty sure only I can hear her.
“Shit.”
“Uh, Mom and Nan are outside waiting for you to come out and explain…things.”
“Yeah, I know. Care to help me figure out what to tell them?”