Gabe sounded on edge, and I frowned.
"What did Summer say?"
I'm baffled. What is he on about now?
"When she said I always try to get in her pants."
I could almost feel his blush down the phone, and I held back a smile. My sister knew how to make a man feel the height of a traffic cone, alright.
"Dude. Why are we even having this conversation? I know you wouldn't ever do that." I said seriously. "Is that it? Because I'm bored now, and I need to sleep."
He laughed, ending the call.
This running around after my sisters is tiring work.
Before I knew it, my eyes were closing, and I was joining my siblings in a deep slumber.
She pulled me towards her by my tie, her legs opening as she pulled me in between them. They wrapped around me as she lifted a hand to release her hair from the clip that held it all together. I watched, mesmerized, as it spilled over her shoulders. She was staring at my lips, her breathing heavy as she unbuttoned her shirt. Instead of feeling in control, I was nervous, my hands trembling as she lifted my hand to touch her exposed breasts. The skin was soft, and as my finger brushed over her nipple, her eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp. This seemed to steady my nerves somewhat as she gazed at me lustfully, our faces getting closer together as I felt her hot breath in my mouth.
"Oh, Caleb, you're so hot, I haven't been able to focus on my work all day," she murmured, her seductive voice seeping into my senses as I rested my hands on her thighs, pushing the skirt up slightly to reveal she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Miss DeQuincy?" I growled against her throat as she arched her back, pushing her breasts into my chest.
"Caleb," she moaned as I slid my finger up into her wetness, my breath hitching at finally touching her there…
"Caleb! Caleb!"
Her voice seemed distorted, and I realized it was becoming deeper and more masculine.
What the fuck in all that's holy?!
"Caleb. For fuck's sake, wake up! Time for school," sang my dad as he jabbed me in the ribs, making me groan. I opened one eye to find him grinning at me.
"Who are you having wet dreams about, huh?" he smirked as my hands flew instantly to my shorts, which were thankfully bone dry. I glared at him as he yanked the duvet away, pulling open my curtains and declaring, "it's a damn fine day, get out of bed."
"Fuck off," I mumbled as I grabbed for the duvet, my hands grasping at the air. Strong hands pulled my legs from the bed, and I fell onto the floor with a thud. "Dad, what thefuck!" I roared as he leaned down in front of me, his sea-green eyes boring into mine.
"First, don't tell me to fuck off, you disrespectful littleshit." His eyes glinted as I tried to get up, but he clapped his arm firmly on my shoulder, holding me in place. "Second, I asked you to get up. What part are you struggling with?"
"The part where I'm being held down by my pudgy father," I drawled.
He smirked, standing up to lift his grey t-shirt. "Who are you calling pudgy? I'd still have you down in minutes if I were so inclined."
I hated he was still ripped to fuck at his age. He was nearing fifty, for fuck's sake. It wasn't cool that he still turned heads the way he did. Not that it mattered to him—; his eyes were only for my mom.
"As if," I snorted, finally standing up, tossing my duvet back onto my bed.
Dad raised his eyebrows at me and held his arms open. "Wanna settle this on the bench?"
I rolled my eyes at him, knowing there was no way I could outwork him, so I just used what I had.
"Nah, man, you're too old. Don't wanna cut your ego up when your arms turn to dust beneath you."
He roared with laughter then, and I smiled despite myself.
"Seriously though, get ready for school." He leaned forward, his eyes searching mine as the playfulness left, replaced by a pressing stare. "No more cutting classes. You want to blaze and waste your life, do it in your own time.Capiche?"
I nodded, not wanting to provoke him or explain that I wasn't fucking blazing. Let him think I was.
