“Thanks, but I’ll stay with Marisa. I’ve already unpacked some of my things.”
Laura looks a bit disappointed. “Suit yourself. You’re here for a month so there will be plenty of aunt-nephew bonding time later anyway.” That’s what you’re afraid of.
Dinner breaks up after that and you and Marisa head back down to the basement. This time you move under your own power. Once there, you spend a while unpacking, Marisa leaving you alone for the time being.
But then she comes back out again, and as you turn to face her, she slams your back up against the wall, pinning your arms by the sides of your head. “I forgot to thank you for this afternoon. I had a lot of fun, so I think it’s time to do some more.”
“I don’t know,” you reply. You’d like to stay conscious more.
“Patty, do you think you have a choice?”
She lets go of you, taking a step back. She flexes her right arm, her bicep popping, and she thrusts out her right leg, flexing her thigh. “Feel,” she says. You hesitate. “Feel,” she growls. You place one hand on her bicep and the other on her thigh. Her skin is soft and warmth, but you feel the swell of hard taut muscle. “Bigger than anything you have. I bet you feel weak just touching them. I’m so much stronger than you, and you know it. I could break you in half without even breaking a sweat. You’re no match for me whatsoever.”
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 6:34pm on Nov 08, 2025 via server WEBX1.