Kicked him in the nuts

I succeeded in not punching his stupid face. Fortunately, I couldn’t stop my foot from colliding, hard, with his crotch. Nick’s face became a mask of pain, and he crumpled to the floor, clutching his balls. “Fuck you,” I said, grinning in triumph.

He wheezed in pain.

Just to rub it in, I began stripping off right in front of him. Once I was in my underwear, I turned my back to his prone form and bent over seductively. “Well? I’m waiting,” I said as I wiggled my ass.

“Bitch,” he coughed, trying to raise himself up onto his hands and knees.

I laughed maliciously. Vengeance was fucking sweet. I quickly pulled on Chrissie’s clothes and sauntered out, kicking Nick’s arm out from under him as I went. He let out a long groan from behind me.

“Those suit you,” Liam smiled as I returned to the lounge. Chrissie and John both looked up from their phones.

I looked down at myself. She’d lent me a lumberjack shirt and old, slightly ripped jeans, but I had to admit, it worked. “Thanks,” I blushed slightly, brushing my hair behind my ear.

My phone suddenly buzzed.

Chrissie: I’ve told my dad you’re just here for a sleepover

Chrissie: He doesn’t know about you and Liam

I nodded subtly and sat down next to her.

“Aren’t you a bit old for slumber parties?” John asked, a twinkle in his eyes. He had the same green eyes as Chrissie.

I shrugged, smiling. “You can never be too old for slumber parties.”

“Tell that to my wife,” he muttered, then grinned. I suddenly realized how much I loved staying at Chrissie’s.

Nick came downstairs a couple of minutes later, his face slightly flushed. He avoided my gaze. “Sorry, but I’ve gotta get home. My mom needs help with the cooking,” he said.

Chrissie leapt up and kissed him quickly. “Okay, have fun.”

He left, and as he did so I noticed he was limping slightly. Wanker.

*

Liam slept in the spare room so that the rest of Chrissie’s family didn’t catch on, while I made do with Chrissie’s floor. To be fair, she had fairly thick carpet, so it was actually pretty comfortable.

“So, what happened?” Chrissie asked, leaning up on her elbow.

I shrugged. “Mom’s not a fan of me boning my brother.”

“But he’s not actually your brother, so …”

“That’s what I said.”

“Shit,” she said. “Still, I mean … I can see where she’s coming from.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well … I don’t know, never mind.”

She fell silent for a little bit. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she grinned at me. “Is he hot?”

I laughed. “Yeah.”

“How big is his dick?”

I raised an eyebrow at the question. “I dunno, ask him yourself.”

“Ew, no,” she laughed. “Come on, roughly.”

“I dunno, er … six, maybe seven inches?”

“Hm. Okay.”

“What?” I grinned. “Jealous?”

Chrissie laughed. “Maybe a little,” she winked.

As much as I didn’t want to ruin the mood, I considered whether to tell her about Nick. Honesty is the best policy, as Mom used to say. Yeah, that had worked out brilliantly.