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IV. The Moment I Became A Protective Big Brother

A/N: Warning! Over-protective Nate ahead!
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IV. The Moment I Became A Protective Big Brother

It's Saturday afternoon and I'm currently sitting in my truck, texting the girl I hooked up with at the park the other day. I got my fix from her but for some reason, it just didn't do it for me. Yeah it felt good and all, but I still felt the sharp pain in my chest from the news I got about the little firecracker that's upstairs with my little sister right now.

Worst part of it was that the whole damn time I was in the middle of getting a blow job and plowing her from behind, I was thinking of Bex. Not going to lie that my perverted mind wandered a few times to imagining the girl as Bex herself.

Honestly, I don't even remember the girl's name.

God I'm a fucking douchebag.

My phone goes off again with a text from her, asking to come over so we can go at it again. She even surprises me with a picture of her in sexy as fuck lingerie, promising me of what I've got to look forward to.

I could take the bait, have some fun with her—I probably should honestly but for some God awful reason I delete the conversation from her, put my phone in my pocket, and get out of the truck.

I don't know why I'm walking into my house, knowing she's here and that seeing her is going to fuck with me again as I realize she's taken by another guy. Yet, here I am—walking through the front door.

Mom is in the kitchen right now and I can smell cookies baking in the oven. Only two reasons why there would be baking in my house right now. Either it's date night for one of the girls upstairs or someone is going through a break up.

I'm not going to deny the joy in my heart when I think of the possibility that Bex and her boyfriend—Jeremy I think it is—broke up.

You see, Bex's mom started this tradition when the girls were younger to bake cookies as a bonding experience before something important or after something awful.

Got a date, bake cookies.

Broke up with your boyfriend, bake cookies.

They'd use the time while making them to either swoon over the guy or completely talk shit about him to get over their heartbreak. I'm sure there's other occasion that they do it for, but any of the times I've been around to witness it was for those two types of occurrences.

Either way, I'm not complaining. Free cookies for a growing boy am I right?

"Hey baby, what have you been up to?" Mom breaks me from my thoughts as she pulls a tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. I reach for one and quickly drop it as I grimace in pain.

Fuck that's hot!

"You're suppose to let them cool down first, Jerkface," Bex smirks at me as she leans against the door frame of the kitchen. I scowl at her but quickly change my expression when I notice what she's wearing.

Bex is wearing a form fitted blue dress, that molds beautifully to the curves of her body. It has a low cut up top that shows off a healthy amount of cleavage and the hem stops at the middle of her thick, toned thighs. Her long brown hair is curled loosely down her back and she's got make-up on. Not too much though, not like my sister likes to do. It seems more natural I guess.

I know my jaw is probably touching the ground right now as I glance at every inch of her body a little too long. Holy fucking hell does she look hot. No, not just hot. She looks sexy, gorgeous, beautiful, breathtaking, the list goes on and on.