Too Hard(4)

Her eyebrows furrow and anger flashes on her face. “This is my apartment.”

I’ve got my own attitude and if she wants to get feisty with me I can do the same back to her.

“Great, go put some damn clothes on and then we’ll talk.” I make a point of staring down at tits too fucking big to be braless and under a wet shirt.

She glances down and gasps as little as she turns around and walks to the back of the place.

“What’s wrong with you?” Elijah hisses at me as he watches her walk away. “I was getting spank bank storage to last me for the next year.”

“That’s enough,” I growl, turning around to snap at them.

The twins stare at me in shock for a second and Owen takes a step back. “Easy, Dad, we’re here to help. Let’s get this done.”

He’s always been the level-headed one and I watch as he sets the toolbox down and opens it up. I’m snapped out of my momentary slip when I remember why we’re here and get to work. I see the problem right away, but there’s already a ton of water damage to the sheetrock and wood surrounding the sink. I can’t think about that right this second and try to concentrate on fixing the leak.

“You think she’s a natural redhead?” Elijah whispers to Owen and I can’t hear his response. “I’ve always wonder what it would be like to sink into a pussy with red hair.”

“That’s enough!” I bark, slamming my tools into the box.

“Jeez, Dad, calm down,” Elijah says, and he’s looking at me like he’s never seen me before. “Are you okay?”

We talk about sex a lot because they’re boys and I know it’s always on their minds. But hearing him say that about her has my hackles rising. She’s young enough to be my daughter and I don’t think they should be talking about her like that.

“I wasn’t saying I was going to force her. I was just wondering if it was any different.”

I have to turn my back and go back to what I was doing because Elijah is right. This isn’t any different than how he’s talked in front of me before. I tell them about consent and respect, but they’re both so fucking curious about sex they ask questions constantly. Why am I suddenly upset when they’re asking now? Isn’t this what I’ve been telling them for years? To be honest with me about what they want and tell me when they have questions?

The problem is I don’t know what it would be like to fuck a redhead, but now I want to find out. I want to see those red curls part and then lick her where she’s pink. I want to sink my raw cock into her warm wet cunt and find out if it’s as tight as my hand. I want to feel her squirt on my cock and have it drip down between us.

“Is it wet enough for you?”

I jerk around so fast at the sound of her voice I nearly fall over. She’s standing there in the kitchen with a pair of cut-offs so fucking short she might as well be trying to show me her pussy. She’s traded her soaking wet shirt for a tank top that’s low cut and reveals almost as much as before. Does this girl not own a bra?

“What?” I ask as I blink a few times. I know I didn’t hear her right.

“The kitchen, is it wet enough for you?” She smiles like she’s making a joke and my mind is going to explode with the implications of her statement.

“Yes, I mean no,” I sputter and then swallow. “We cut the water to it off and I’m going to replace the pipe,” I say, turning away from her to go back to work. I can’t look at her anymore with how I feel right now.

“How did you manage to do this?” Owen asks, and I know he’s making polite conversation, but I just want this all to stop. We need to hurry up and get out of here.

“I got the bright idea that I could fix the leaky pipe myself,” she says behind me, and it sounds like she’s moved closer.

I glance over and my line of sight is directly to her pussy. She’s a few feet away from me still, but I can see her juicy thighs rubbing together as she walks over and how the denim rolls up between them. She’s got a little camel toe that digs in between her lips and I stare at it while my hands work on the sink. My own muscle memory is fixing the problem while my brain is wondering if it feels good having that strip of denim rubbing against her clit.

“It’s not hard to fix if you know what you’re doing,” Elijah chimes in and she laughs.

“I’m into computers and video games, so I should really just stick to that.” Her voice is too fucking sexy to be on someone so young. She sounds like a woman, but I doubt she’s old enough to drink.

“Really?” Owen pipes up, and I know he’ll be interested in that. The kid loves video games so much that’s what he’s going to college for.

“Yeah,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice as she lists off all the games she plays and Owen sounds impressed. “I’m under BlackoutBomb if you ever want to friend and play.”

“What?” Elijah and Owen say at the same time.

“You’re shitting me,” Owen says, and I pop out from under the sink.

“Language, son,” I say and he shakes his head.

“Dad, you don’t understand. BlackoutBomb is a legend.” He looks at me and then at her. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah.” She laughs a little again and I swear to god it goes straight to my cock. “But you can call me Harlow.”