EroticReverie

Gabriel Gray

“How’s it going?” My sister Gracie texts me , completely ignoring the texts I sent her earlier after showing Alessandra to the guest house. 

“Not going to apologize for bailing?” I reply. 

Her response is of her on a lounge chair. Big sunglasses on and an obnoxiously sized sun hat and holding up a daiquiri with a big smile on her face. 

“I’m taking that as a no.” I type. 

“As you should. I will not apologize for trading working for my brother for spending my summer like the princess that I am.” She says and I shake my head. 

“You need to have some responsibility.” I type. 

“I need a refill is what I need. Now, how’s it going?” She says and I sigh and shake my head. I love my sister. But my parents have always spoiled her. She’s never had to lift a finger. And now she’s with Mika, who only enables her princess treatment. But. He’s a decent guy. So I can’t be too upset with him. 

“I’m ordering Chinese for lunch.” I say. 

“Youre friend is working. It’s going fine.” I add 

“She’s super cute right?” She types and I close my eyes. 

“Yes. Cute. Sure.” I say. 

“Hot too.” She says. 

“I know what you’re trying to do. Stop it.” I type. 

“I’m not doing anything.” She types. 

“So you just purposely sent me a beautiful girl to ‘hang out’ with me?” I ask. 

“You think she’s beautiful. I knew you would.” She says with a winking emoji. 

“Nice try. But no thank you. I don’t need my little sister, setting me up with her just a little friends.” I say. 

“She’s twenty next week. It’s fine.” She types. 

“Like I said. Little.”  I reply and she sends me eye rolling emojis. 

“You need a woman in your life.” She types. “Ally is great. And she’s super smart. And super sweet. She’s like, sunshine if sunshine were a person. She’s just what you need.” She types. 

“Even if I DID need a WOMAN , in my life. She’s too young and I’m not interested.” I type. 

“Shut up. Don’t bullshit me. My friend is fucking hot. So you can lie to yourself all you want. You’re interested.”

“And does your friend know you lured her into this job as an attempt of playing matchmaker?” I ask her. 

“No. But it wasn’t the only reason. She actually really does need the job. It was fate honestly.” She replies and I just shake my head. 

“Quit worrying about my personal life.” I type. 

“You don’t HAVE one” she types back. 

“Don’t want one.” I type. 

“Nobody wants to be alone.” She says. 

“I do.” I type. 

“No. You’re miserable and always cranky. And it’s because you’re lonely. You need a pretty woman to make you happy again.” She types. 

“Again, not interested.” I say. 

“Again. You’re full of excrement.” She says and I huff a small laugh. 

“Be nice to her at least. If you’re mean to her I’ll punch you in the nuts.” She says. 

“I’m never mean.” I say. 

“Well don’t be a grump. Bask in the sunshine of my best friend.” She says with a smile emoji. 

“There will be no basking in anything with her.” I say. 

“To be determined” she types. 

“Youre a menace” I reply. 

“Love you too” she says. “Now leave me alone. I’ve got princess duties to attend to.” She replies. 

“Love you.” I type back. 

“I know.” She replies with a smiley face with a halo emoji. 

———

I grab the food from the delivery driver and tip him and then close the door and bring the food into the kitchen. 

“I smell food.” Alessandra says as she walks into the kitchen sniffing the air. 

Jesus Christ. 

Her hair is down and one of the straps of her overalls is undone. The front flap hanging down on one side. And her left breast is out. Okay. Not out. She’s still got that little crop top on. But her breast is there. Covered. But there. 

God. What am I ? Fifteen? Quit acting like you’ve never seen a pair of gorgeous tits before Gabriel, I scold myself. 

Because Alessandra isn’t wearing a bra. Her nipple is hard. Poking against the soft pink fabric and I swear that shirt is tight enough that I can see the faintest outline of her areola. And her breasts sit fucking perfectly. At least. The one does. No. I’m sure they both do. 

Fucking Gracie. 

“Your, strap is…” I point. “Undone” I say and she looks down. 

“Oh. Yeah. It broke.  But it’s okay. I’ve got like ten pairs of these things” she shrugs and walks over to me and peeks into the bag as I try not to look at her breast. It a great breast. 

Jesus Gabriel. No. 

“What did you get?” She asks as she opens the bag and pulls the stuff containers out. 

“God I’m starving. Good call with the Chinese food. This smells so good” she says and hums a little moan. Jesus. I like that sound. No. No I don’t. Not at all. 

The last thing I need is to get involved with a woman. Let alone some nineteen year old sent to be my sister who thinks she’s Cupid. 

“Spicy chicken with lo mein. And dumplings” I say and she hums that sound again. 

“Wanna share?” She asks as she lifts her head and turns it towards me. 

“I…sure. That’s. Fine” I say and she smiles. 

“I was teasing.  But if you want to we can” she says. 

“Whatever you want. Is fine.” I say and she smiles. 

“Even though I’m difficult?” She asks with a cock of her head. Clearly teasing me. But I suddenly feel guilty for calling her difficult. Because Gracie is right, she’s sunshine. Her smile. Her sparkling eyes. Her soft blonde hair and her cute nose that’s crinkled up as she teases me. 

“Yes. Even though you’re difficult.” I say and she smiles and then nudges me with her elbow. 

“Can we eat it out the cartons like they do in the movies?” She asks and I why is my cock stirring right now? 

Because she’s cute. Because she’s beautiful. Because you want to eat the food off her perfect breast. 

“Sure.” I answer and she claps. 

“Wanna eat right here?” She asks. 

“Standing?” I ask. 

“Nope” she says and the pushes the food to the center of the large island and I look at her and blink several times as she slaps her hands into the counter and jumps up onto the island. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as she then carefully slips onto her butt and cross crosses her legs and then gestures with her arms to the food. 

“Eating lunch with my boss.” She says and then points to the other side of the counter. 

“Take a seat” she says. 

“I’m not sitting up there.” I say and she rolls her eyes. 

“Well you’re not gonna sit anywhere else. Cause you don’t have stools.” She says. 

“I’ll stand.” I say and she sighs. 

“Itd be more fun if you sat up here.” She says and I look at her. She’s smiling and lifting her brows as if that will convince me. 

“I don’t need to have fun while eating.” I say.

“If you don’t get up here, I’m probably going to have to force you to make those friendship bracelets you were so opposed to” she says and I feel my lips quirk and then she looks at my mouth and smiles when she sees the brief movement. 

“Pretty please?” She bats her lashes. 

I sigh. I push off my shoes and then roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt. Her responding squeal of excitement is adorable. Annoyingly so. Because I have a feeling I’ll find myself doing more shit like this just to please her. 

How the fuck did that happen? She just shows up here all sunshine and rainbows and magic, making me want to fucking please her? Witchcraft probably. 

I push up onto the counter. 

“There you go , good boy” she says and laughs as I give her a glare when she calls me good boy. 

“Do not call me that ever again.” I say. 

“Is Daddy Gray still off the table ?” She teases and pops open a container. 

“Yes.” I say. 

She laughs and then sets me spicy chicken in front of me. Leaning across the containers of food. 

“Here you are Mister Gray” she bows her head. 

“You think you’re hilarious , don’t you?” I ask as I take the next container. Opening it and then setting her chicken and broccoli in front of her. 

“I think I’m funny, yes” she says and then pops open the dumplings container and pushes it across the counter. Leaning over and I look down. My eyes going to her breast. Jesus Christ. She’s covered.  And it feels like she’s shoving them bare in my face with how much I have to fight getting an erection. 

She sits back up straight and I steal another glance. Her nipple still hard, still fucking taunting me. God, you need to get laid Gabriel. 

Not by her though. Definitely not by her. It didn’t matter that she was beautiful. She wouldn’t be interested anyways. I’m too old for her. Too grumpy. 

“Watch those eyes Daddy” she laughs and I jerk my eyes away and look up at her. 

“What?” I ask. 

“You heard me.” She laughs and then slides me a set of chopsticks. 

“I saw you oogling Milo.” She says. 

“What?” I ask and blink in confusion. 

“My boob. Her name is Milo.” She says. 

I shake my head. 

“The other one is Otis” she says and I laugh. 

She smiles at me and opens her chopsticks. 

She’s not offended. She called me right out. 

“I wasn’t oogling” I say. 

“It’s okay. Everyone loves boobs. I’m not mad.” She says and then grabs her container of chicken and broccoli. 

“Otis is a little mad. She gets jealous easily. But. She’ll get over it.” She says and I huff another laugh and shake my head. 

“You know those are boys names right?” I ask her. 

“Dont be rude. You’ve already hurt Otis’s feelings” 

“Well if she was out. I’d be looking at her too.” I say and then she pauses and her brows lift with surprise and she’s smiling. 

“Well, well” she says and clicks her chopsticks together and looks down at her chest. 

“Hear that girls? He’s a fan” she says and I lift a hand to my face and god, what was I doing. 

“No. I didn’t mean that.” Say. 

“Ouch. You’re really doing a number on their self esteem Mister Gray” she says. 

“Don’t. Call me that either” i sigh and rub my forehead. 

“What would you like me to call you if not good boy , Daddy Gray or Mister Gray?” She asks and I look at her. 

“Listen.” I say seriously and her pretty smile fades just a little. 

“I…this…you’re…” god. Since when do I get tongue tied?

“Youre fucking beautiful alright?” I heave a breath of annoyance. “But this can’t….i shouldn’t have said that”

She tilts her head with a smile. 

“You don’t have to do a speech Gabriel.” She says and then grabs pokes the chopsticks into the container and plucks a piece of chicken out holding it between the ends of the chopsticks. 

“I was just teasing you. And I only called you out because seeing you flustered was better than seeing you grumpy and reserved. You can relax, and I don’t mind that you were checking me out.” She says and shrugs. 

“It’s kinda nice.” She says. 

“It is?” I ask and she smiles and nods. Then shrugs. 

“My ex never checked me out. He hardly paid me any attention. So it’s nice to know someone doesn’t think I’m hideous. Or, at least doesn’t think Milo is hideous.” She says and I shake my head. 

“Milo is perfect and your ex is a fool.” I say and she smiles. Her eyes watering. And I realize how silly and also inappropriate it is to be talking about how perfect her breast is. Or calling it by her given name for it. But I hate that her ex made her feel she wasn’t incredible to look at.  

“That’s actually really sweet, in a weird way” she smiles. “Thank you” 

I nod. “Youre nowhere near hideous. You’re gorgeous. All of it. Not just Milo.” I say and she laughs. 

“Thank you” 

“I mean it. You’re sunshine. Just like Gracie said.” I say and she blushes a little. 

“Quit it. I’m blushing” she says. 

“I just need to you know that you’re beautiful Alessandra, I would hate for your ex to have made you feel like you aren’t” I say. 

She nods “thank you” she says softly and then reaches over with her chopsticks. 

“Here comes the airplane” she says. And I choke out a laugh. And she smiles brightly. And I open my mouth and let her share her food with me.