Stupid Young Whore

He fought hard to believe if what he had been noticing for a while now was true. It was difficult to conceive it would be that easy, easier to believe there was a catch. Daniel was twenty-eight years old and had had his fair share of flings and relationships, but nothing that would stick; nothing the way he’d have really hoped for. He felt his life was short of excitement, short of what he looked for in someone. Then, Diana appeared, and everything changed.

She was his soon-to-be step-sister, and he remembered having to admit to himself he’d have a hard time avoiding constantly looking at the girl. A little more than twelve years younger than him, soon to get her first driver’s license, Diana had a beautiful body, lean but curvy where it mattered, with toned legs even if the girl had never stepped onto a gym floor for once in her entire life. Her skin had a perpetual and very light tan that was a perfect combination with the wavy and luscious long brown hair that cascaded down her back. Full cheeks that constantly blushed, full lips that were always temptingly red, long thick lashes that covered her chocolate-colored eyes completely every time she looked down, her face was gorgeously cute. He remembered seeing her for the first time and mentally cursing. Too beautiful, too young, too close. Too inaccessible, he thought, a temptation that would be forever close enough to touch, impossible to satiate.

He was confused at first by how sweetly Diana started treating him soon after his mother introduced them when they once went out to dinner. After hearing all the bad things insinuated about the girl, he was expecting the opposite. Diana wanted nothing out of life. She wanted it easy. The girl was disrespectful. Nothing conclusive, no facts, but his mom seemed to have taken her new boyfriend’s side and secretly loathed the girl. Diana and her father barely spoke to each other; apparently, what seemed to have been an outstandingly authoritative posture all along from her dad, had grown into some kind of disgust, them not seeing eye to eye anymore. That was another surprise to Daniel since he had met Gregory and, apart from calling him Danny, what he hated, the two got along just fine. From his perspective, the guy seemed to be a nice person, just a little too rough around the edges, a man old style. Exactly how Daniel’s dad used to be and precisely why he believed Leda, his mother, had fallen for him.

After getting a short, rude response from her father or indifference from his new girlfriend – what constantly happened -, Diana would look down in melancholy, then turn to Daniel. That would happen once and again as if he were her safe place to run whenever he was around.

He guided his thoughts toward the possibility she just wanted a big brother. He had been nothing other than pleasant to her, so why not, he thought. But the way she looked at him, the way she moved around him, the way she spoke to him at times, it was a telltale he didn’t want to believe in:

“How come you’re not married?” Diana asked one day. Daniel had visited them for brunch while already wearing his suit, his jet black hair stylishly combed to the side; she had shot the question right after he left the phone with his paralegal. He had noticed her secretly looking at him up and down.

“It just didn’t happen,” he answered and left it at that.

For three months, he had met her five times, and the same situation would happen every time. They would sit the four of them, and while their parents ignored the girl or gave her judging glances, she would subtly try to be closer to him, even physically, always sitting around him somehow.

By :DarksX

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