Sinking ships

"Welcome to Miami, honey."

"Listen little girl, if you don't keep your pretty little mouth shut, someone's going to shut it for you."
His smelly shirt was gross, he was sweaty and his face was probably one of the ugliest I've seen in my life. Probably because he got punched in it so many times. Or it might have been natural.
"I told you I need one night, just let me be here for one night, I'll be gone by sunrise, I promise. Just don't tell dad."
My uncle was an idiot. I never asked him for a single favour, well mainly because he never really spoke to us in the last, like what, 10 years? He hated my father.
"You're just like your dead mother, annoying. Will you fucking go and never come back if I let you sleep here?"
"Don't speak about my mother, fat man." I said aggressively and dropped the bag on the floor. "Just one fucking night and I'll be gone. You don't have to worry, I'm not like my dad, I won't fuck your desperate, slutty wife." I said and smirked, as if it was the most poetic thing I've said in my life.

My uncles wife and stepdaughter were making dinner. It was 10 pm and he was drinking beer and watching tv. I was watching his stepdaughter. She was very beautiful, natural and shy. A modest girl, average in behavior and probably in everything else. I'm very bisexual by the way. That's why I was staring. Her little flower dress was looking cute and innocent on her, she was about my age, 17 or 18. I didn't bother to ask, not like I cared enough anyway.

After dinner, he went to sleep. His slutty wife was washing the dishes and I was just laying on the couch. When she leaves I'll be able to finally fall asleep. Or so I thought at least. It was already past midnight and I was truning around every second, it felt like needles were poking my body. The thoughs in my head were killing me, ripping my brain form the inside. I need a distraction. And I had something in mind.

I knew which room was Nellie's room. I opened the door a little, just to give myself enough time to think about what I'm about to do.

"Hey, Nellie?" I said in a low voice.
"Oh, hi. Is everything okay Lunaa?" She said with her country side accent. She lived in Texas before my uncle got married to her mom.
"Yeah, I can't really sleep. The couch is killing me."
"Well you could come sleep in my bed. I really don't mind, you'll be gone soon anyway. Earl wouldn't find out."
I walked up slowly to her bed. She had her short pajama shorts. I slipped under the warm covers, and as I did I felt tension. I wasn't sure how sexual it was, but I was going to take a risk.
"You're very pretty, do you know that?" I said to Nellie. Her eyes glanced and she smiled.
"You think so really?"
"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't be saying it. I'd show you too, if you'd let me."
She stopped breathing for a few seconds and I could see only one half of the face that was catching the street light outside her room window.
"Well..." she moved a little. "I wouldn't mind." She moved again, this time closer to me.
I gently pushed her to lay on her back and made my way above her. She looked very pretty, her eyes were wide, her cheeks really hot as I kissed them. Her breathing was uneven. I kissed her red lips and they tested somewhat of cherry pie, but not really. I guess it was just the heat of the moment. I pulled the covers off and looked at her once again before i pulled her shirt up. Her nipples were hard, perky. I covered them with my palms and gently squeezed them as she moaned under her breath. I started kissing her neck, then her breasts, making my way downtown. I pulled her shorts off and spread her legs for me. God, I'll never forget Nellies innocent smile that was trying to cover up the devilish outcome from this situation. I burried my face between her thighs, eating everything between, and she moaned so softly. Her moans were like the breath of spring, she tasted soft like summer rain. The song Jolene was playing in the back of my head as I was feeling her silky wetness in my mouth. One finger, two fingers, she was louder. Little Nellie was melting just for me.

When she fell asleep, not long after I was done with her, I snuk out of ber bedroom. It was 4:30 in the morning and I felt like a whore. But no time for regrets now. I stole Earl's pack of cigarettes, pulled my shorts on, put on my summer shirt and ran out to my dad's car.

I sat inside for a moment, watching the sunrise. I took one last look on Earl's small and somewhat nasty house. "Welcome to Miami, honey." I whispered to myself and drove off.