“TJ, let me go,” she whispered, her eyes glaring at me as her nostrils flared. I could tell from the red hue in her face that she was still flustered from our previous conversation. I wondered if her panties were moist and wet with her juices. I’d seen the way she’d parted her legs as we’d talked, as if she were feeling heavy down there. I was glad that she was having the same reaction as me. My cock was hard with need for her. I shifted now since I could feel myself growing harder as I stared at her breasts heaving right next to me. What would she do if I reached over and squeezed her right breast? Would she react if my fingers gently tugged on her nipple? Would she cry out and moan in abandon if I pulled her top up and sucked on her breast? My mouth watered as I stared at her lips, pink and juicy, waiting for my kiss.
“So, what did you want, Dad?” I said, annoyed that he was calling me already. I’d told him I’d update him at the end of the weekend. I already felt like he’d pushed me into a corner. This whole weekend was not what I’d been hoping for.
“How’s Barbie?” he asked me softly. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he knew more than I wanted him to know.
“She’s fine,” I said stiffly, and I could see Mila looking at me curiously. “Not you,” I mouthed at her. “Barbie.” Her reaction was immediate. I could see the quick glimpse of hurt in her eyes before she masked it with another emotion.
“You didn’t tell me that—”
“Dad, I hope you’re not spying on me.” I was annoyed now and my grip involuntarily tightened on Mila’s wrist. “I didn’t tell you that Barbie and I—”
“TJ, just get the job done,” My dad said. “Don’t let anything distract you.”
“I’m not,” I said and my eyes fell to Mila’s breasts again. She looked up at me and with her eyes narrowed, she used her other hand to push against my chest. I was so distracted by her touch that I momentarily loosened my grip and she pulled free of me. She ran to the door quickly, looked back at me for a few seconds and then hurried out.
I shook my head as I stood there. She had more spunk than I’d remembered as a child. She’d always been a precocious and beautiful kid, but she’d always seemed so shy and innocent. It had made me uncomfortable the way she’d gaze at me all doe-eyed and full of love as a teenager. Not that I’d been interested. There were too many college girls. And too many older women to deal with and learn from.
It wasn’t until she’d turned 18 and was heading out to college that I’d really noticed her. It had been at the lake house and she’d been wearing a figure-hugging dress and her long blond hair had been hanging down her back, and she’d been laughing and dancing around to something. And I’d looked over at her and she’d given me a long, lazy, carefree smile, her eyes half-closed and her hands in the air as she’d moved slowly and sensually to the song in her head. I can still remember the way that I’d felt when I’d watched her, and later that night when I kissed her, I hadn't been able to stop myself.
I would have tried to move further if it weren’t for the innocent look in her eyes and the fact that she is Cody’s little sister. And as much as Cody bossed her around and acted like she was a pain in his ass, he loved her more than anything. I wasn’t sure if Mila knew how much of his actions towards her were because he was so protective of her. I knew that Cody would have killed me if I’d made a move on his teenage sister. He probably would still kill me if I made a move, but that didn’t bother me as much now. Now that I knew that she was older and could make up her own mind. And now that she made me so crazy inside that I just wanted to reach out and grab her and make her mine. No, now was different. There were things I’d risk for the opportunity to be with Mila.
“TJ, are you there? You haven’t answered anything I’ve just asked you.” My dad sounded pissed, which was his normal expression outside of the public eye. Pissed or annoyed or angry were the emotions that best described him. Though of course, to the public, he put on a casual, easy, relaxed demeanor. It was better for business for him to just appear as the handsome, nonchalant, happy-go-lucky playboy that the media liked to portray him as.