Page 20 of Nocturnal Sins

“I’m in here, Pop,” I responded, trying to sober myself up long enough to look convincing. Sammie and I locked eyes and she pled to me.

“Upstairs,” I mouthed to her. She nodded then scampered away like a deer into the woods. Lucky for her because she was about to become my prey.

I fell into a chair at the table and shifted myself so that my dick wasn’t sticking out like an exclamation point.

“Where’s Sam?” He asked.

“Oh, she’s upstairs putting on some clothes. She just got out of the shower.” Pop eyed the table and I froze with fear hoping he couldn’t somehow sense what sinful transgressions just took place.

“What the fuck were you two doing?” He asked, a scowl finding its way to his face. Icy panic raced up my extremities as I scrambled in my mind for an answer.

“I told you, she just got out of the shower, Pop,” I tried to laugh it off like he was being ridiculous. I only prayed he couldn’t read the guilt painted on my face.

“Uh huh…before she got in the shower what were you two doing? I want the truth.”

“Pop, what makes you think we were doing something?” I quizzed, trying to read his train of thought. Logically, I knew there was no way in hell he could tell that I was between Sammie’s legs, rubbing her slick cunt until she came. I was drunk though so my grasp on logic wasn’t the firmest.

“Santana, don’t cover for her. I see the tequila and the second glass. Why the fuck do you let her get away with murder?” He fussed as he dumped the rest of Sammie’s drink down the drain.

An exhale deflated me completely.

My heart sped up to make up for when time stood still and I felt like I would pass the fuck out.

“We riding to the restaurant tonight?” I asked him, rubbing my chest to soothe my erratic heart.

“Yeah. Later. I have actual restaurant business to take care of,” he chuckled. “Don’t think I’m letting you off the damn hook though, Santana. I don’t want Sammie drinking. She’s not even eighteen yet and you’re letting her hit the hard shit. Some guardian you’d make if I ever died.”

“Pop, don’t talk like that,” I frowned. I’d be lost without him. I’d already felt the blow of losing my mother I didn’t need to feel it a second time.

Pop came over, tousled my hair a bit and said, “I’ll be fine. Just watch out for your sister, please.” I’d watch out for her. I just didn’t know if it would be as her big brother or something else…

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