Tara's boyfriend can't stop thinking about her busty sister Courtney. She's mean, nasty, and hates his guts, but her body is amazing! Sexier, sleazier, and with a taste for (ahem) "backdoor" activities, Courtney is the subject of Joe's sweatiest fantasies. Of course they'll never come true...Tara would kill him, and Courtney would castrate him! That is until Courtney steals $2,000 from her grandmother and begs Joe to hide it for her. Oh, he'll hide it all right, but if she ever wants to see that money again, she's going to have to fulfill every one of his raunchy fantasies!
"Shut up!" she hissed. Her eyes snapped open. "Give me the money!"
"I don't have it with me."
"Then GET IT." She looked at me with white fury.
I tossed the dishrag on the counter. "No problem. But I want something in return." Courtney brought a hand to her left breast, almost unconsciously. "I gave you..." she started.
"And now I need you to give me a little more."
Her frown became a dark mask. "You..."
"Sex maniac, I know."
She shook her head quickly, purposely crossing her arms over the obvious gap in her shirt. "I'll just wait till you have to go to work and find it when you're gone."
"That would be a very cunning plan. If the money were still here."
Her face fell. "You're lying."
I shook my head. "When we got back I put it in the bank. I figured I wouldn't risk Tara finding it or somebody stealing it from me."
"Smart," said Courtney. She lowered her arms until she was holding her forearms to her waist. "You think you're so smart."
I didn't say anything. I just smiled, triumphant.
"Whatever you want," Courtney said, grasping her thin belt between her fingers and pulling it loose from her waist. "Whatever you make me give you," she went on, dropping the belt on the floor and reaching under her shirt. My breath caught in my throat as she pulled her blouse over her shoulders and stretched it over her arms. Her jet black hair slipped from the loosened neck. The black bra that clutched possessively to her chest was nearly the exact shade of her hair. She reached behind herself, her elbows sticking out and then springing back around as she effortlessly unhooked the snap and slipped the straps over her mocha shoulders. "I'll tell Tara," she said. She wrinkled her nose as she shrugged the bra off her breasts. It dropped carelessly to the kitchen floor.
The bra lay at her feet. Her fists were balled at her hips. She squared her shoulders and leaned back, her chocolate areolas tilted up to the window and her beautiful abdomen bare from the waist up. "You want me to suck you?" she intoned, arching an eyebrow. "You want these tits again?"
She sneered. "Sure you do. I'll tell Tara everything. I'll tell her everything. I don't care if you do give me the money."
"Oh you'll get the money," I said.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Take off the skirt."
This book was added to our catalog on Wednesday 07 June, 2017.