He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by Iris Morland

Author:Iris Morland
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Violet Press LLC

Chapter Thirteen

Liam

“Niamh,” I said, totally at a loss. “The bloody hell are you doing here?”

It was Mari who had the sense to usher my soaking-wet sister into the apartment. When had it started raining? When you were licking your wife’s pussy, that’s when.

“What’s your name again?” said Mari to my sister.

“Niamh,” said Niamh slowly, her teeth still chattering. “Like ‘weave’ except it starts with an ‘n.’”

“It’s nice to meet you, Niamh. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

“I can do it myself,” groused Niamh. “I know where the bathroom is. I don’t even know who you are, though.”

Niamh headed to the bathroom and shut the door hard enough that I winced.

What the hell was my teenage sister doing here? Did Uncle Henry and Aunt Siobhan know? It was a two-hour drive from Olympia, and it was a school night. There was no way they would’ve let her come here.

I checked my phone, only to realize the battery had died. Plugging it in, the screen filled with missed calls and texts from my aunt and uncle.

Do you know where Niamh is? She’s not answering her phone.

I sighed. My little sister must’ve got angry and driven here in a fit of teenage rebellion.

Just what I didn’t fucking need.

“Sorry about this,” I said to Mari, who was looking concerned as I scrolled through my phone. I realized I hadn’t explained who Niamh even was. “She’s my sister.”

Mari’s lips twitched into a smile. “I figured as much. She looks just like you.”

“She does?” Niamh was small and delicate, where I was the opposite. The only physical traits we shared were our dark eyes and hair, and her hair was blue now. I shrugged. “I need to make some calls.”

By the time I’d talked to Aunt Siobhan to assure her that Niamh was safe at my place, Niamh had emerged from the bathroom in Mari’s robe. Mari was at least seven inches taller, so the robe trailed on the floor behind my sister like a queen’s train.

“She just got here. Yeah. I don’t know. We haven’t got that far yet.” I held out the phone to Niamh. “Aunt Siobhan wants to talk to you.”

Niamh scowled. “Tell her I don’t want to talk to her ever again.”

Save me from dramatic teenage girls. Sighing, I conveyed the message, assuring our aunt that I’d take care of this and get Niamh back home as soon as I could, even if I had to drag her there myself.

Mari sat on the couch next to Niamh, her hands folded in her lap. It was hard to believe just a few minutes ago I had my mouth on her pussy, and she was coming against my tongue. She was still a little flushed from her orgasm. If Niamh hadn’t interrupted us, we’d be in my bed and fucking six ways to Sunday.

I sat down in front of Niamh, giving her a stern look.

“How about you explain what the hell you’re doing here?”

Niamh’s bottom lip trembled. “I don’t want to talk about it.

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