I opened the fridge and poured myself a glass of water.
I try to breathe.
I put the glass on the table.
Moments later I hear Lily coming down the stairs.
She's wearing a black kind of baby doll dress and black sneakers.
I immediately sit down to cover my tightening pants.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"It's my friend's birthday party. It's her sweet sixteen." She said. Then she went to the table where I was sitting, grabbed my glass and drank the remaining water. She drank really slowly... from the glass that my lips touched.
"Will your mom allow you to wear that?" I said eying her short dress.
"I always go out like this."
"That's because your mom isn't here to see you like that." It's not that I don't think the dress looks inappropriate. It's because....
It drives me crazy.
And it would drive other men crazy too. I don't like the idea of hands other than mine touching her. Even if I haven't really touched her yet.
Her face looks so innocent. Even wearing this dress she looks so innocent. I wonder if she is.
"You're going all big brother on me again. I'll be fine Harry." I didn't really hear what she said because I was clouded with my dirty thoughts.
"Harry!" She said. Snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What? Sorry... I was... thinking of something." I know I sound distracted.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing. Work." It was the first thing that I thought of.
"I asked you if you don't like my dress."
"Uhm..... ah.. I like it. It's just..."
"Too short. yeah." She finished for me. "Come with me in my room." She suddenly said.
Why is she inviting me up to her room? I start to think that maybe she feels it too. That heat I feel when she's near me. Much more looking in my eyes.
"What?"
"In my room. Tell me what I should wear. I have other dresses that are maybe a little bit longer than this."
"Just put something on then come back down here and show me." I said. Though she has no idea how badly I want to be with her in her room.
"Just come with me." She went around the table and grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs.
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أدب الهواة"You won't do that." "Why do you think not?" "Because you're my brother Harry." "I'm just your stepbrother."