Hey all! This is my first attempt at erotica. Let me know what you think!
Summer in the south is hot as hell. Hot enough that I don't like to go outside unless I'm within twenty feet of water. Luckily, my grandparents recently retired and decided to go on an eight-week cruise, leaving their home empty and in need of a house sitter. Enter me, Mel Novak, recent college graduate with no summer plans.
I decided to put a pause on adulting and go to grad school, and a relaxing break is exactly what I need before jumping back into homework, studying, and exams. I thought I'd have the house to myself this summer, but my twin brother, Mason, decided he also wanted to pursue a Master's instead of entering the real world. If he was anyone else, I'd grumble about sharing my summer getaway, but Mason is my best friend so I let it slide. Mason and I have been as thick as thieves since we were young and our bond only deepened when our parents died a few years ago.
I'm just finishing up lathering myself with SPF 50 (the curse of being a redhead--anything less and my fair skin will burn to a crisp) when I hear my brother's obnoxious laugh. I stare daggers at the sliding glass door when he walks out with three of his frat brothers, and I know my quiet afternoon of reading is ruined.
"Hey, Mel!" Mason shouts. All eyes instantly turn to me and I wave. Three pairs of eyes are looking at me with poorly disguised lust, but Mason is as clueless as ever. I love my brother, but he's kind of a himbo.
After our parents died, I went through a bit of a slut era where I fucked almost all of his frat brothers, even the ones with girlfriends. Not to brag, but I'm basically the threesome queen. I'm an equal opportunity slut, thank you very much. I'm not ashamed of my past, but I definitely don't want my brother finding out. He's overprotective and I know he'll pull some bullshit to avenge my innocence. Sorry buddy, that's long gone.
"Hello boys," I say with a wink. I'm not one for repeats, but the men are still fine as fuck.
"Don't forget about Shay!" Connor shouts, dragging a dark-haired woman to the front of their group.
I've never seen her before, but she's sexy as hell. She has long, black hair that falls past her waist, plush red lips, hazel eyes, and a perfect hourglass figure. Holy shit, am I drooling?
I feel a fire burning me up inside, but I'm as cool as a cucumber on the outside.
"Hey, Shay. I'm Mel, Mason's sister." I smirk when she blushes. Fuck yes.
I silently thank my past self for putting on my sexy green bikini this morning. It's deep emerald, almost the same shade as my eyes, and makes my boobs look fucking fantastic. Although, my brother is going to shit a brick when I stand up and he sees the thong bikini bottoms I'm wearing. I almost cackle in anticipation of his reaction.
"Shay is my sister," Connor tells me. I peer at them standing next to each other and it doesn't take me long to spot the resemblance. They have the same thick, black hair, tan skin, and gorgeous hazel eyes.
"It's nice to meet you, Shay. Are you visiting or do you live around here?" I ask.
"I'm starting college in the fall. Since Connor's renting an apartment close to Hartford, he offered to let me stay until I move into the dorms," she replies with a voice as smooth as honey. My pussy clenches. I want her naked so bad.
"Liam, Derek, and I are renting a place on Maple Street, close to the building we're leasing for our new tattoo shop. I couldn't let my precious baby sister live all alone in the city. She's only eighteen!"
Shay rolls her eyes and I chuckle.
"Hartford is hardly a city, Connor. It's a small town that was basically created around the university. Trust me, Mason and I are locals. The only thing worth seeing in this tiny town is Hartford University, and that's a stretch," I remind him.
He waves me off, but Mason pipes in to back me up. "She's right, Con. Hartford is very safe."
Connor sighs. "Yeah, I guess. I'm just protective of her. It's a big brother thing. You understand, right, Mason?"
I scoff. "Mason is like two seconds older than me. I'd hardly consider that big brother material."
"Still counts," Mason says, sticking his tongue out at me like a child.
