Page 39 of Silks
I knew there were a lot of powerful men in Louisville who expected me to run in the upcoming mayoral race, and Dr. Jenkins had already told me I was his favored candidate.
I doubt they’d think I was the perfect candidate if they knew I was fucking my sister.
And of course I had no principles. Zero moral scruples of my own. If I was the mayor, I would do wholly and entirely anything my sister said.
Even though I only talked to Dr. Jenkins for a few minutes, when I turned around my sister of course had disappeared.
I instantly set off to find her, my anxiety spiking. What if whoever was threatening her was here?
The Balloon Race was very popular, and the field was crowded with people. I scanned the crowds, my eyes seeking her.
“Ophelia!” I shouted, not caring if it made me look desperate or if people wondered why I was going around shouting my sister’s name.
Because when it comes to her, I am desperate.
It seems like heart-stopping hours later, but I finally spot her against the side of a building and I head over as the big, colorful balloons get inflated all around her.
And it looked like she was arguing with Dr. Dent and a few of the other contractors Dad had hired to make sure this operation went off smoothly.
As I strode up to her, I heard her say, “We don’t even know how many thoroughbreds are culled and killed every year, after doing all the training and making money for their owners! It’s disgusting.”
Dr. Dent is scoffing and the other guys are looking pissed-off too.
My jaw twitches as I walk toward them. Unlike everybody else dressed to the nines, my sister is wearing ratty jeans shorts and a T-shirt that says Fuck Big Dairy.
But it doesn’t matter what everybody else is doing. My eyes gobble her up, memorize the way her round thighs look in those shorts. Her shirt lifts a bit as she waves her hand in the air, exposing a bit of her waistline.
I think I see a dark mark there.
Is that from where I gripped her so she could take all of my cock?
Fuck.
And I want to grip her even harder, pin her down so she won’t ever leave me.
My strides are long as I go up to make sure no one messes with my mouth-wateringly sexy bitchy bold balls-busting sister.
“She’s right,” I say, and I take a savage satisfaction in how they jump, how they all instantly go quiet, flashes of fear in their eyes when they see me.
I mark how Dr. Dent scoffed at her as I lead Ophelia away, my hand on the back of her neck so she can’t escape from me.
He will be punished.
My thumb rubs up and down her silky skin, her long thick curly blonde hair falling all over my wrist, making my cock twitch.
“You’re coming with me,” I said. “We have to be at the finish line for the race to see who the winners are.”
“Aren’t you big enough to identify a balloon by yourself?” she shoots back, but I increase the gentle pressure on the back of her neck so my fingers are a little tighter, watching closely as her breath catches at the contact.
“I can’t trust you not to misbehave,” I said, bending over and giving her ass a little spank again.
“Teddy!” she squeaked, her cheeks pinking. “Someone might see.”
“I don’t care,” I said, pulling her closer and directing her on the path to the finish line a few miles away.
My eyes feast on how she watches the hot air balloons, how her breath catches at her favorite balloon, a huge sunflower-shaped one that has been a fixture of the race since we were kids. There’s nothing better than sharing everything with Ophelia, watching her face light up at the ridiculously bright yellow balloon.
“Tell me who is threatening you so I can stop it,” I said as we walked together. We were far away from anyone else. I didn’t have to hold onto her anymore. But I couldn’t stop.