Page 112 of His Coveted Obsession

“No, you were hitting on her. She’s only fifteen. Go before I call the cops on you for soliciting a minor.”

“Jesus… Whatever, man. Fucking freak.”

Annie slapped my arm. “What the hell? He was just talking to me! You had no right. So what if he wanted to talk to me? He was hot.”

She pushed her sunglasses higher on her nose with her middle finger at me. Jesus.

“You’re being a brat. If he touched you, he could be arrested for statutory rape. And if he raped you, I would have to kill him. Is that what you want?”

She deflated and shook her head. “No. It’s just that I feel… so old, but I’m too young to do literally anything.”

I said nothing other than awkwardly patting her bare back, not knowing what to say to that, assuming it would reassure her, if only to calm her down.

“Sorry,” she finally said. “You’ve been taking good care of us. You took us to this pretty island. And you were just protecting me. I know I sound ungrateful, but… I appreciate you. Things have been really hard after what happened, but this vacation… it helps.”

Perhaps now she would stop complaining and acting out. “It’s fine. Where’s your brother?”

“Tommy went to get us some food.”

Right on cue, he walked up behind us. “Food’s here.” He paused and scrutinized us. “What’s going on? Why are both so stiff?”

“A man too old for your sister was trying to hit on her. I dealt with it.”

“He physically tried to rip the dude’s hair out,” she huffed.

“Thanks for watching over her, East. And Annie, don’t let those guys talk to you.”

She growled, back to her bratty self. “I don’t need another lecture. I get it!” With that, she walked deeper into the water and dove under.

“Sorry, she gets cranky sometimes. And she’s still dealing with shit. Annie really needs therapy.”

I shrugged. “I read about how to talk to teens a couple of weeks ago, but it’s useless so far. And Sid is still trying to find someone we can trust.”

Thomas wrapped his arms around me. “Have I told you how sexy you look? I like the unbuttoned shirt with the boardshorts.

I instantly relaxed at his touch, my taut muscles untangling. “Thank you. You look like you’re getting too much sun. Are you wearing sunscreen?”

“I am. So… how did it go?”

I looked around to make sure no one could overhear us. “It went according to plan. Although I hate that I won’t get to watch.”

“As long as he suffers.”

“He will. Layla will text me when it’s done.”

Aftersunning,weheadedback to our rooms to shower and get ready for dinner. Annie was in the next room as I lay on my side in the bed, still naked after my shower, letting the fan overhead dry me. I watched Thomas dig in his suitcase for some clothes to wear.

“Come here,” I said.

Thomas, also naked, walked over to me, grinning.

“Turn around,” I ordered. “I want to see it again.”

He chuckled. “Never get tired of looking at it, do you?”

“No. I can’t think of a better gift.”

Thomas turned around so his ass faced me, and right below the small of his back was a tattoo which said, ‘This Ass Belongs toSuperman’ with an arrow pointing down. It sat low enough that even wearing only swim trunks, no one could see it. Only when he was naked was it visible. It was meant for my eyes only as I fucked him.

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