Page 16 of The NemeSis
My jaw clenches. I enjoy scaring her and teasing her. I enjoy making her jump. This is different, and I hate it.
“No, I’ve just been holding a silly grudge.” I groan. Now might as well be a time for us to talk. “It started when I was about fifteen and got busted for putting a scratch on my dad’s car. You watched me pull into the garage and I told you not to tell anyone it was me, but it’s okay. You were only nine. I shouldn’t have asked that of you.”
“What scratch?” she asks. Her face pulls back and looks up at me.
“I’d just turned fifteen. You were drawing with chalk out on the driveway.” I shake my head with a laugh. “You somehow even convinced Apollo to draw with you.”
“I guess I sort of remember, because Apollo muttered something about you not having your license. I don’t remember a scratch though and I didn’t say anything.”
Apollo? Shit. “Two summers later, when you and your dad moved into the beach house.” I shake my head. “Mom made me cut part of my summer plans short so we could come to the beach house.” I sigh. “I guess I blamed you for that. It felt like you were always with my mom that summer.”
She groans and buries her head in my chest.
“What?” I chuckle.
Kyra pulls back and looks up at me, a flush creeping up her neck. “That was the summer I got my first period. It is my fault you guys came earlier than normal. Dad didn’t know what to do, so he called Selene.”
Fuck.Now I feel like an asshole. I groan.
“That’s why you hate me? You think I tattled on you and because I’m a woman?” She makes a face.
“Almost.”
“There’s more?” She takes a step back and shrugs out of my leather jacket.
The rain soaked a little bit of her dress, just in the front where the rain could reach. The problem was that it made her white and yellow sundress nearly see through. All I can see is her white lace bra that also hides very little of her perfect tits.
Fuck, I should not be thinking about her like this.
“Ares? What else?”
I swallow and force my eyes to stay on her face. “It’s nothing.” The problem is, I can’t fucking remember. I can’t think. All I can focus on is her perfect breasts. The way her sundress clings to every curve. “You should put my jacket back on before you walk through the house.” I glance away.
“Huh?” It takes her a minute before she looks down and realizes what I’m talking about. “Oh, my God!” She quickly pulls it back on and wraps it around her tightly. “Please tell me you didn’t look.”
“I didn’t look.” I swallow but look away from her.
“Are you lying?” Her brows furrow together.
“Let’s get out of this garage. I need to get changed into something dry too.”
We both somehow walk through the house and up the stairs without anyone noticing anything out of the ordinary. It’s not until I’m in the safety of my room with the door closed that I can’t hold back my smile.
I move to the bathroom to strip out of my wet clothes and hang them over the side of the shower. My cock hardens at the image replaying in my mind.
Perfect fucking tits.
I shouldn’t be thinking of Kyra like this. We’re family. Except a small part of me argues.We’re not actually related.My hand reaches for my dick, and I close my eyes. Fuck, I’m going to hell for these thoughts.
Chapter Seven
KYRA
Ishrug out of his jacket as I enter my room and drape it on the back of my chair to dry. Mortified. That’s the only thing I feel, surely he couldn’t see everything. Maybe he closed his eyes? I slip out of my heels and walk into the bathroom.
Nope. He definitely saweverything. What took him so long to say something? Jerk face! I groan as I move to put my heels in my closet then peel off the damp sundress. I grab a hanger and drape the dress across, then hang it on one of the extra towel hooks near my hamper. Looking down, I notice just how wet and transparent my pretty bra is too.
“Ugh.” I groan, remove it, and hang it up with my dress.
