Too Hard(3)

“Only thirty-four more days,” Elijah says, and Owen nods and smiles.

“I don’t know why you’re so excited to turn eighteen,” I say as we pull up in the parking lot and I get out of the truck. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere.”

“Ha ha, Dad.” Owen rolls his eyes as he grabs the other tool box and we get out.

I brought them with me tonight because I don’t like to leave them home alone, and it’s good for them to learn how to handle stuff like this. Although to be fair the boys have been on my job sites since they could walk and probably know better than me how to fix something.

“Legally we’ll be able to do whatever we want.” Elijah is the mischievous one and he knows I’ve got my eyes on him.

“Boy, you better think again if you’re betting the law is on your side.” I hear Owen laugh behind me. “Dad law is the only thing you need to worry about.”

“Elijah thinks if he’s eighteen Corinne Marks will suck his dick.” Owen ducks out of the way as Elijah swings the tool box at him.

“What?” I ask as I stop walking and turn around to face the two of them.

“She likes college guys.” Elijah shrugs and I sigh.

I’m going to have to have another talk with them again tonight. I swear to god I never realized how horny boys are, but it’s been so long since I was one that maybe I’ve just forgotten. It’s not like my dick gets any attention these days, so maybe it’s just quit working. Between my long days and nights and trying to raise the two of them, I have no time for my own damn hand, let alone a woman.

I’ll be forty-one next month just after the twins’ birthday and I’m sad they’re growing up so fast. Some days I feel like it’s all going by so fast and I wish I could have had them as babies longer. I even wonder what it would have been like to have a girl, but that part of my life is over now and I need to think about what I’m going to do with all my time when they go to college.

“Let’s get this job done and then we can talk about exactly what you can’t do to a girl younger than you when you’re eighteen,” I say as I check my phone for the apartment number and walk up the flight of stairs.

“I told you he’d say that,” Owen whispers to Elijah loud enough for me to hear.

I love those boys, but if they don’t get their dicks under control I’m going to put them in a monastery until they can calm down.

“Time to work,” I say when we get to the door and I turn back to stare at both of them.

“Yes, sir,” they say at the same time and straighten up. I give them a hard time but they really are good kids.

I turn back around, knock on the door, and sling my toolbelt over my shoulder. All I know about the call is there’s a sink leaking but I don’t know why this couldn’t wait until the morning. Just when I raise my fist to knock again the door comes flying open and a young woman is standing there soaking wet.

Her dark green eyes are looking at me and pleading for help. From the moment I see her, all I want to do is make whatever the problem is go away. The only other time I’ve felt this protective was with my boys and it could be because she’s probably their age.

“Oh shit,” I hear one of the twins whisper behind me, but it’s hard to hear it over the pounding in my ears.

I glance down and see she’s wearing a white T-shirt that’s dripping wet and clinging to every sultry curve of her body. I can see every detail of her nipples pressed against the threadbare material as she stands there dripping. Her dark red hair is so long it could almost cover them up if it was in the right place. From what I see she’s not wearing a bra and her tits are bouncing as she talks fast.

“The sink, I tried to fix it but I made it worse and I can’t get it to stop spraying.” She’s panicked as her dark green eyes look up at me with worry and fear.

“You’re okay, I’m going to make it alright,” I say, stepping closer to her.

“Is this real?” Owen says, too low for her to hear but I know what they’re thinking.

I know because it’s the same thing I’m thinking. Jesus Christ, how old is this girl? Please let her be legal or I’m going to have to send the boys out of here. Maybe I should do it anyway so she doesn’t have them looking at her.

“I think I can handle this if y’all want to go back to the truck,” I say.

“Not a chance,” Elijah says as he steps inside with me.

“Ma’am, why don’t you go, um, dry off,” I say, avoiding looking at her tits and using every ounce of self-control as I do so.

“It’s in here!” She runs into the kitchen, which is a mistake because it just makes her tits move more.

I follow her closely with the twins hot on my heels. I know they’re normally respectful, but this is too much temptation to look away from.

“I’ve got it,” I say, bending down to open the cabinet under the sink to turn off the valve. The water stops flowing instantly and it’s enough to get her to calm down.

“Oh god, thank you.” She breathes a sigh of relief and closes her eyes.

I can’t look at her like this any longer and I need her to put some damn clothes on.

“Are your parents home?” I ask, looking around the room.