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My Step-Dad's Brother(10)

By:Fiona Davenport

What if that little punk tried to climb into her room? Bunny wouldn’t be any kind of help. She’d probably unlock the window and lower a rope. I growled at nobody in particular, the thought irritating the shit out of me.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I climbed out of bed and threw on a black T-shirt and basketball shorts in the same color. After grabbing my keys and wallet, I made my way to the parking lot and drove off. I parked a couple of houses down and walked the rest of the way to Maggie’s house. Crossing the lawn, I looked up to the window where I knew her room was located.

I was in great shape, but I still wasn’t a teenager anymore, so even if this was a movie scene with the perfect tree for me to climb, I’d probably fall and break my neck.

Silently, I creeped around to the backyard and tested the sliding door into my room. I didn’t know whether to be grateful or furious that it was unlocked. It glided open and I went in, closing it behind me. Then, with the experience of years of staying silent and invisible in order to photograph animals and other skittish subjects, I made my way upstairs to Maggie.

Her door was cracked open and I pushed it further so I could step inside. After closing it behind me, I twisted the lock slowly so it wouldn’t click. Walking over to her bed, I drank in the sight of my sweet girl sleeping, curled around her pillow, and breathing evenly. She looked like an angel with her silvery hair spread across the pillow, her plump lips slightly parted, and her pale skin luminescent in the glow from the night sky.

Tonight, she was wearing a short, cotton nightgown with spaghetti straps that showed off her beautiful collarbone and shoulder, and exposed a great deal of her long, gorgeous legs. As my erection swelled painfully, I vaguely wondered if I would always be this affected by her. I hoped so.

Gently, I pushed her gown up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I pulled them down and stuffed them in my pocket, then pushed the gown higher until it was above her breasts. Holy fuck. Those were the most incredible tits I had ever seen.

Maggie was a heavy sleeper, but she finally stirred as I pulled her pajamas completely off. “Harrison?” she asked sleepily.

“You better not have been expecting to wake up and find someone else undressing you, baby doll.” I grunted as I stood up and whipped my shirt off. I left my shorts on, very aware of my limits. Maggie was all creamy skin and lush curves, and I could have stood there and stared at her all night. But, I craved the feel of her against me.

“What are you doing here?”

I didn’t answer, just slipped into her bed and adjusted her so we were spooning. When her naked back pressed to my chest, our skin sizzled. My hard on was nestled in the crack of her ass, one arm under her head, the other cupping her breast. She wiggled and I gave it a squeeze. “Quit squirming and go to sleep, baby doll.” She sighed in disappointment and I buried my smile in her hair. “I promise to take care of you tomorrow night, sweet Maggie. For now, I just want to hold you.”

She sighed again, but this time, it had an air of contentment. I kissed her temple and tucked her in a little closer before finally falling asleep.

The best light for photographs is usually dawn and dusk. After spending so many years waking early for the good shots, my internal clock always woke me as the sun started to rise.

At some point in the night, Maggie had turned over and snuggled deep into my embrace, her face buried in my chest. Her soft breaths heated my skin and one of her legs was haphazardly thrown on both of mine. It was sexy as hell, but her mother would be up in a few hours and my brother would be knocking on my hotel room door.

I lifted her face with a finger under her chin and kissed her softly. “I have to go, baby doll.” She grumbled and tried to burrow in further. She was so fucking cute, it spread warmth through my blood. I repeated the previous action. “Wake up for just a minute, Maggie.”

Her eyelids fluttered and soon I was looking down into her sky blue eyes, still cloudy with sleep. “Don’t go,” she begged. It almost broke my resolve, but I held strong.

“I think we should talk and have some time to ourselves before we tell anyone about us, don’t you agree?” She nodded reluctantly. I rewarded her acceptance with a brush of my lips over hers. “Then I should go before I’m discovered in your room.” Her bottom lip turned out in a pout and I leaned down to nibble on it, making her giggle.

“Get some more sleep, baby doll. I’ll see you down the aisle.” I started to slip out of bed, then paused and turned back to her. “It’ll be good practice.” Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned bright pink, but a small smile graced her lips.