“Great. Fucking great,” he mutters as he picks up the material between two fingers. “These stains will never come out.”
“I don’t care,” I tell him.
“Cover up while I go wash up and get some wet towels.” He presses the fabric to my chest, then hurries over to a nearby sink where he scrubs his hands with soap for several long minutes before he grabs a handful of paper towels. After he wets them under the faucet, he wrings them out and brings them over.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for him to get on his knees before me with his coverall unzipped to his sexy belly button.
“Fuck, you drive me out of my goddamn mind.” I can’t tell if he means that in a good or bad way. Glancing up at me, he says, “Your panties are ruined too,” then places the cool damp cloth to the elastic band at my hip and scrubs it, causing me to shiver.
“I don’t care, I have plenty of other panties.”
“We could try to wash them both with Clorox. There’s a machine in the back.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I quickly agree.
“I’ll delete the surveillance video before anyone sees it,” he assures me, like I give a shit about the security cameras when his face is inches away from my pussy.
“Okay,” I reply, just to say something instead of standing frozen like a nervous statue.
I gasp when Winston’s fingers suddenly hook inside the band and tug my panties down my legs and over each of my heels so I’m standing in front of him, naked, other than the wrinkled dress pressed to my chest.
Before I can start to feel embarrassed, I realize Winston hasn’t yet moved because he’s still looking at me…intently.
Muttering another curse, he starts scrubbing roughly at my left hip then my right. A trickle of moisture from the towel runs down, so very close to my pussy.
“It’s not coming off,” he grumbles. And when he moves closer to rub harder, I can feel the heat from his breath right between my legs.
“Th-that’s okay,” I assure him.
“No, it’s not. Turn around,” he demands, so I do, presenting my bare bottom to him. Nothing happens for several seconds but then the rag is cleaning the small of my back where he first touched me to spin me around. Gradually though, Winston moves lower and lower to where I know he didn’t touch me with his hands, not that I’m complaining. I’m burning up all over and the towel is cool and refreshing until he swipes it down the crack of my ass, making my knees go so weak I have to brace one of my palms on the work bench.
I have no freaking clue what Winston is doing to me, or why, after years of barely looking at me or speaking to me, he is finally treating me like a woman. All I know is that I don’t ever want him to stop.
Chapter Two
Winston
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I’ve always thought Zoe was beautiful, even when we first met.
I was sixteen but she was just a thirteen-year-old kid back then. I couldn’t ever put my finger on what it was about her that was so visually appealing right off the bat. Her face was just classically pretty. She’s the type of person who walks into a crowded room and everyone can’t help but look at her. I think part of her appeal was how she held her head high, stood tall, confident in herself and her above-average height, even back then. Zoe’s long, ash brown hair with a few blonde strands, always looks somewhere between windblown and perfect. Her swollen lips never stop smiling, like she’s afraid a camera may snap. And then there are her emerald green eyes, which are constantly sparkling whenever they look at me, like she knows all my innermost secrets so it’s futile for me to try to hide them from her. Keeping my hands off her for five years has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Tonight, though, having her walk into the garage and take her dress off in front of me, she’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t resist her any longer.
My first instinct was to cover her up and send her on her way before someone saw her here or she gave the security cameras a show.
But then, I couldn’t stop looking at her or touching her, which is exactly what she fucking wanted to happen when she pulled this stunt and then yanked the zipper down on my coveralls. Now I’m on my knees, rubbing at invisible grease stains on her ass, unable to stop my hand from moving lower.
She wants me to want her. I’ve known that for years.
The problem was never me wanting her, because god knows I did. The problem was that I refused to give in and be the dirty pervert who takes advantage of his younger stepsister’s crush.
Zoe’s eighteen now, though, legally an adult who can make her own decisions, even if they’re bad ones—like traveling around the world on her own with a shady modeling competition.
It suddenly hits me that if her dad won’t do it, maybe I can convince her to stay if I finally give her what she wants—me. Sure, it’s fucked up and I feel guilty for even considering it. But I’m too far gone to stop now that she’s standing in front of me, completely naked.
Tomorrow, I’ll worry about what happens after we cross this line, after she misses her plane to Paris in the morning because I’m still buried inside of her. I’m sure she’ll be disappointed, but she’ll be here, safe with me, instead of who the fuck knows where.
I swipe the towel right over Zoe’s smooth mound, pressing up into her folds and making her gasp before I tell her, “Spread your legs wider.”
“L-like this?” She’s so subservient she doesn’t hesitate for even a second before she widens her stance. The girl would literally do anything if it leads to me touching her, which I’m fucking counting on tomorrow.
“Wider,” I command. “Now lean forward and push your ass out. That’s it,” I say when she thrusts her behind right into my face. I place a wet kiss on one of her perfect, round cheeks and then the other before running my tongue over her asshole and down lower to her pussy.
“Oh god,” she moans as her thighs tremble from that small taste of her honey.
“I’m probably going to hell for this, but it’ll be worth it for a taste of heaven,” I tell her before I have to go back for more.
Pressing my nose into her crease, I flick my tongue over her clit, ripping a strangled cry from her mouth. She’s still sucking in air when I drive my tongue through her slit a few times, a little deeper with each pass before focusing on her clit again.
The angle isn’t quite right though, to really attack her swollen bundle of nerves that needs my attention, especially since I’m trying not to touch her with my dirty hands.
Zoe’s legs are so long and spread so far apart, I’m able to slip underneath them to turn around, placing my back to the work bench so I can suck her clit between my lips.
“Oh my god!” she exclaims as her hips roll and dip toward my mouth.
“Is this what you fucking wanted…when you came in here…and took your dress off?” I look up and ask while alternating between flicks of my tongue and sucking on her clit.
“Yes!” she adamantly agrees, finally letting go of the dress she’s been clutching to her chest.
I know she’s getting close to coming when she lets go of the work bench to thread her fingers through my hair, fisting a handful and shamelessly shoving my face toward her cunt. I could stay down here eating her pussy for days. But a few seconds later, Zoe’s thighs lock and then tremble as she gets off. Her juices flood my tongue and I lap them up, thirsty for more.