Page 56 of Claiming What's Mine

Turning to take a left, Blue twisted her head in my direction. It was barely a second, but when our eyes met, it felt like time had stopped.

I could feel everything all over again. The warmth I felt in my stomach when she was near me, the prickles on my skin when she touched me, and the pain in my chest when she told me we were done.

She might not be my Blue bird right now, we might have went in separate directions, but she still had that fire sitting under the surface. I got a taste of it again the other night, and I knew it was just waiting for the right man to bring it out.

I was that man. I had always been that man.

I'll know where to find her. . . What the hell does she mean?

I wasn't sure what her life looked like anymore, or where I'd even begin. Her old house was abandoned, it didn't look like anyone had lived there in years. When we were young she talked about wanting to work as a nurse or a vet.

But that couldn't be what she meant, she said it as if I would know the answer without having to think about it. That's when it hit me, the answer was as obvious as if I held my hand up in front of my face.

Church. That has to be it.

It was the only thing that made sense, the one thing I could imagine hadn't changed in her life.

Paying for my groceries, I grabbed a cab back to my old house. Dropping the bags on the counter, I called out, “Beth? You here?” Listening for a minute, I yelled again. “Beth?”

Nothing.

Taking the cold groceries out of the bag, I went to the fridge and started putting them inside. Closing the door, I spotted a note from my sister. The note said she had gone out for a few hours to meet up with some friends and she'd be back later.

I stood listening to the silence for a minute, highly aware of how strange and out of place it felt to be back. The house creaked on its own, and I remembered being really little the first time I heard it, and thinking the house was alive.

Tipping my head, the walls popped and the floors cracked. No one was there, but that didn't matter. This house wasn't just four walls, it was generations of life that had bled for its survival.

With our father passing, the house was ours now. He hadn't left it to either one specifically, but neither of us were really sure what we wanted to do. I wanted to sell it, just rid ourselves of all the shit that came with this place.

All the yelling.

All the drunken nights.

All the forgotten birthday's and lost Christmas mornings.

Most of all, I wanted to forget the pain.

Beth wasn't so sure. This was our family's home, not just our father's. It had been in my mother's family for generations.

How do we just sell our history?

We needed to really sit down and figure it out. I wasn't planning on staying there to live in that house, neither was Beth. She was heading to college in the fall, and who knew where her life would take her after that. We could both use the money, that would make things a little easier.

Then there was this place and the history behind it all. The tiny town that had been a part of our lives forever, the home our mother grew up in, and her father, and his mother before that. It almost seemed like a sin to sell it.

Grabbing a bag of chips, I dropped down onto the couch and tried to drown myself in grease and salt. I tried to watch television, then I tried to take a nap, but nothing worked. I couldn't get Blue out of my damn head.

All I wanted to do was see her again, I wanted more, I needed more. We weren't done, no matter how much I tried to convince myself we were. The years apart didn't make me love her less, they made me love her harder.

And I didn't even know it until I saw her.

When my cock slipped into her pussy, when my mouth found hers, and my tongue found her skin, everything else disappeared. I felt good, I felt full, I felt whole.

Fuck, that girl has me in every way.

Shifting on the couch, my cock twitched as I imagined her raindrop shaped tits, and perfect hot little pussy. I fit inside her as if she was made for me. She was so wet and warm as my cock spread her wide open and filled her up.

Reaching down, I grabbed my dick through my pants, gently squeezing the tip. The blood was rushing through my shaft, making my cock throb. I wanted to fuck her again, then again, and keep fucking her until I couldn't get it up anymore.

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