“Forget it.” You groan. “Give me back my shorts and just get the hell out of here. I’m supposed to marry your little sister in like three hours. Do you know what would happen to us if your dad—”

“Us?” Gail laughs. “Us? There ain’t any us. Let’s make that clear. If my Daddy walked in right now, I think we both know how that would go and I really wouldn’t want to be you.”

“Then get the fuck out.”

Gail ignores you and opens the lid on the first box in front of her. As she does, she conveniently brushes her forearm against the knot tied in the towel hanging from her waist. It unravels, allowing the towel to fall to the floor just as she reaches inside the box and playfully pulls out a small bouquet of fresh flowers.

“I bet these smell lovely.”

She lifts them to her nose and turns around, revealing the full extent of her naked body to you. Your eyes fall from the partially hidden smile on her face and pan down across her breasts and follow the contour of her flat stomach until they find the small tuft of dark hair that she’s left to adorn an otherwise complete shave.

“Mmmmm. They do smell good. Wanna see?”

Your heartbeat increases and the blankets on the bed can no longer hide what is rising between your legs. There’s no denying the tension between you two. Your mind is flashing through images, replaying the last time you had her in your arms. The feeling of sliding yourself inside of her for the first time, in your 1980 Chevrolet Camaro Z28. The memory consumes you as you stare at her naked body. The smooth, pink lips of her pussy already glisten with moisture, similar to the slick of sweat that begins to cover your skin. You pull the blankets away from your body and begin climbing toward her.

“Whoa, you gonna be able to get it that hard for Claire?”

Gail smirks when she speaks her little sister’s name. It snags your thoughts and, for a moment, pulls them off in a different direction. There’s a pause and you flush with anger. You know she’s right. In three hours you have to marry Claire, not because you love her, but because you have to. Like everything else that has happened to you since you arrived here, you have no say in that matter.

And it’s all because of Gail.

Pull The Dice!

This feels like a 7...

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