Chapter 818

• Timothy promised to clean up the living room and food so the rest of us could crash out. The sisters settled onto my new, king-sized bed while Nikita and I squeezed onto the air mattress. We were virtually nose to nose. I could feel her eyes trying to pierce the enigma which was my mind. She wanted to fix me.
• Hell, I was good looking, had a good job (if illegal), a friendly demeanor, was passionate, mostly honest, good with children, funny, brave and bold. Her dilemma was how to keep my sexual desires in check. What could she do to keep my cock hers and only hers? I wished her luck with that. Any enlightenment was short-circuited by Aya wedging her legs in between us.
• Despite the lack of space, the nine-year old wedged herself onto the air mattress, facing me and smiling sleepily. I wrapped her up with one arm and pulled her to my chest. I kissed her forehead.