Page 25 of Sweeter Than Fiction

Before I can say anything, she asks, “What’s your sister like?”

“Jill and I have always been close. With our mom working so much, we looked after each other. She was a little older, but she never pulled rank. Even now, we talk as much as we can. And not long ago, she gave me the best gift ever.”

“What’s that?”

I pull out my phone and open my photos. I click on one of Kaylee and hold it up to show Abby.

“My niece. Kaylee.”

Abby’s face lights up. “Oh, wow! She’s adorable!”

“She’s my little bestie. My partner in crime.”

“Does she still live back in Nebraska?”

I nod. “Yeah. That was the hardest part about coming here. But we will video chat all the time, and I go home as much as I can and spoil the crap out of her.”

“That’s what uncles are for.” She grins.

“Okay, enough about me. Tell me about your family.”

Her entire demeanor changes. I can practically see the invisible shield rising all around her.

Without making eye contact, she starts talking, “Not much to tell. I had two parents who stayed married and two older siblings. Two brothers. It was all just normal.”

The way she says the final word makes me think it was anything but normal.

“Are you guys still close?” I ask.

She lets out a soft laugh like the question is a ridiculous one. “No, not really.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I say.

“It’s my choice,” she replies. Doing a subject change of her own, she says, “I think I need more wine. Want some?”

“Sure.”

She takes my glass and heads to the kitchen. When she comes back, she goes to move her phone to the other end of the coffee table. Somehow, in moving it, she hits play on whatever app she had open earlier.

A man’s voice fills the air. “I can’t believe how good it feels to finally have my cock buried inside her. The way she clenches around me makes me want to fuck her like this all night long.”

“Oh, dear God!” Abby cries and she lunges for the phone. The second her fingers try to grasp it, though, it slips and falls to the other side of the table.

The voice continues. “I pound into her as she cries out my name. The view I have of her tits bouncing up and down is everything. ‘Good girl,” I tell her. ‘Take my cock just like that.’”

Finally, Abby manages to hit the pause button. Her face is a deep shade of red.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I like to listen to smutty books. Well, I like to read smutty books, but listening to them is sometimes just easier, you know?”

She’s cute when she rambles.

“Abby, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself.”

“Oh, I think I do. I’m sure that makes me sound…I don’t even know.”

Before she can go any further, my phone starts ringing.

“Hello?” I answer.

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