I shook my head about my stupid thoughts, got in the car, and drove off a little too fast. How the fuck did I even get to this point!? How did I go from not wanting to touch the bitch with a ten-foot pole, even when she and Ava paraded around the house in bikinis, to getting off on the mental image of her blowing me? And after barely two weeks of spending time with her, no less! I spent the entire drive home trying to figure out how I even felt about Mia.
I could somewhat understand that many men would enjoy seeing a woman they hate on her knees, sucking their cocks. Though, after having been excluded from the family, and seeing how mundane the act had become to them, sex became something special to me. Which, in turn, begged the question when the fuck Mia had become someone I would like to share that with. And, yes, what I had done with Ava during that last week was also anything but meaningless.
Yes, Mia was a fucking bitch when the bullying in school was still going strong. But, in all fairness, ever since I had taken care of the football team, I’ve had barely any contact with her. After all, we never shared any classes together, and I was no longer around when she visited Ava at the house, so she no longer had any opportunities to piss me off. And then, during these last two weeks, she had undoubtedly turned a new leaf.
I actually managed to accept these conclusions by the time I drove through the gate of my apartment complex. Stepping through my door, I was damn glad I had cleaned the apartment the day before I left. It just was a completely different feeling coming into your own home after a few days of work, and not being distracted by any chores that need to be done before you can start to relax.
My relaxation time was not nearly as long as I had hoped, though. I managed to throw my clothes into the washing machine, take a shower, and plop onto the sofa with a snack, when my doorbell rang. As soon as I opened the door, Uncle John rushed past me to the middle of the living room.
“Why are you here?” I asked, not bothering to close the door.
“Well, apparently I’m the one who upset you the least out of all of us. So, Danny thought it would be best if she sent me.” he explained, matter of fact.
“Okay.” I drew that word out a little too long, not sure if he wanted to make a joke. “But I wanted to know why you are here, not why
“Oh. Of course. Uh...” he acted a little too pensive for comfort. “Well ... We have kind of a situation at home. We need your help with it.”
I blinked at him, and, as soon as I understood what he had just said, stepped behind him, grabbed him by the shoulders to turn him towards the door, and started gently but steadily pushing him towards it.
“Tim! Please! Hear me out!”
“Nope. I’ve had about six hours of sleep over the last three days. There’s no more helping anyone in me today. I’ll eat my sandwich, then I’ll drop dead ‘till tomorrow. Which is when I have to work again!”
I had pushed him into the hallway in front of my door, and was just about to slam the door in his face, when he stunned me by shouting in a desperate plea.
“WE’RE BUYING THE HOUSES!”
That made me stop. After a moment of consideration, I groaned, opened the door again, and allowed him back inside.
“Fine. I don’t assume you’re willing to spend $140,000 dollars to get me to do you a favor. So, I’m assuming that you buying the houses has something to do with the problem you need help with?”
“Claire and Ava moved in with us.” he nodded.
I raised my eyebrows in wonder, and fully realized this wasn’t just an attempt to continue what Claire and Mike had started two days earlier. I offered him a seat on the couch that he gratefully accepted, and moved into the kitchen to get us each a cup of coffee. I sure as hell needed one. When I got back, he was on the phone with someone who sounded very happy that he survived our initial encounter. I placed his coffee in front of him, sat down myself, and started devouring my sandwich while he finished up his call.
“Okay. That was Danny on the phone, by the way.” he explained.
“Get to the point, John. I didn’t lie about being tired. Even though that worked quite well with your wife, when you all asked me to let Ava live here.” I grinned, and he laughed.
“Well, first of all, I have to ask you a serious question.” He took a deep breath. “Is Ava in danger of getting pregnant?”
That question floored me and sent my mind racing. I quickly understood, however, that my plan must have worked a little too well. I decided to not play any games and be honest with him.
“I take it she told you about me switching out her birth control pills?” He nodded to confirm my question. “Don’t worry. Even if Ava wasn’t my sister, so our children wouldn’t be born with weirdly prominent chins, I’m a seventeen-year-old high school student. I have absolutely, definitely, one-hundred percent NO desire to become a father! I just used it as a plot to play into her kinks.”
