Sinopsis
Debra's barely-legal sister is precocious, horny and eager to learn, but scared to really let go with just anyone. Can they trick Debra's fianc into teaching the young girl a lesson in pleasure-soaked, hardcore sex in a safe environment?
Will he then fulfill Debra's fantasy by telling her every dirty detail?
Volume 2 in Kethandra's new "Sharing Her Man" series.
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
"Do your parents know you wear that in public?"
Passing close to him, she gave Tony a half-playful sneer. When she had asked - surprisingly politely - if she could lounge by the pool, he had thought he might actually get some work done.
"There's a lot my parents don't know." Looking over the sunglasses that had slipped fashionably down her cute little nose, she gave a quick, silent finger wave as she headed toward the stairs.
"Exactly. And that's why Debra and I have the unexpected pleasure of your company this weekend, Candy." He trailed behind the girl, bikini-covered hips swaying with each step directly in front of his eyes. Tony had known Candy for a couple of years, almost as long as he had been dating Debra. The soft, smooth curves that almost over-filled Candy's soaked swimwear were newer. And the cause of his present stress.
Debra's slim, athletic build took after their father. Candy had not had her older sister's toned muscles, but had followed in her lean-hipped, small-breasted path until her last year in high school. The girls' mother was curvaceous - tending toward roundness now - and apparently had been something of a wild thing in her youth. Those genes seemed to kick in all at once for the younger daughter.
He had noticed it seven months ago, visiting Debra's family at Christmas. Candy's hug of greeting had been accompanied by a new, twin presence between them as she pressed her unfamiliar curves up and into his chest. She'd held herself to him perched on her toes, her eyes locked to his, only a fraction longer than he was used to. Still, he'd felt an emptiness, a loss, when his girlfriend's younger sister pulled back, her fingertips trailing down his forearms.
Candy had always been cute, pretty. Suddenly, she'd become sexy. And, at 18, a legal adult. Not just her figure rounding out, but an attitude, a projection that was as new as those shapes rounding out her bright red sweater.
Late that night, Christmas Eve, he and Debra snuggled together in her old bedroom. The creaky antique bed would have announced any more vigorous activity to the entire house.
Staring up into the dark, his mind returned to the transforming young girl who had pushed up against him, and the look in her dark, wide eyes. The way she challenged him with a glance. First, after the too-warm hug of greeting. Later, at dinner, when her hand just happened to fall on his thigh as if she was catching her balance taking the seat beside him.
Both times the same expression. Lips opened, a tongue tip hovering between them, just begging to be kissed.
