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Finlay
Petra is joining us for Thanksgiving? I stare at the message on my phone.Fuck. My dick gets hard just thinking about having her under my roof. For years, I’ve watched this stunning creature grow into the curvy goddess she is. But she’s my little sister’s best friend, and therefore she’s been off limits. Not to mention the fact I’m an entire teenager older than her. In her eyes, I’m probably a lecherous cretin salivating over young girls.
I shudder at the thought.
When a business opportunity brought me to Boston, I was relieved to be away from temptation. But eighteen months later, temptation followed, and I’ve had to resist going all caveman on her ever since. She’s only nineteen and I’m thirty-two, claiming her would be wrong. So wrong…so dirty. I get worked up just thinking about that tight little unclaimed pussy of hers wrapped around my cock, those soft curves beneath my hands, cherry red nipples between my teeth… wait. What am I thinking?
How am I supposed to spend a whole weekend with her when a text message about her gets me hard? Claire said they’re on their way too.
I fist my cock, needing relief.
This is gonna be a long weekend.
