Steven. Crazy on You. Colin Palmer
Чтение книги онлайн.

Читать онлайн книгу Steven. Crazy on You - Colin Palmer страница 6

Название: Steven. Crazy on You

Автор: Colin Palmer

Издательство: Издательские решения

Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика

Серия:

isbn: 9788381045742

isbn:

СКАЧАТЬ he wasn’t going to miss it.

      About the fourth or fifth game, the phone began to ring. Brad started for it (the phone was in the kitchen) and Sarah turned her head, heard Brad saying “I’ll get it” and then rolled over onto her left side to face the house and Steven; without making any attempt to do her top up or cover herself in any way. As she propped herself up onto her left elbow, she looked directly at Steven.

      “Like ‘em little man? I know you’ve been watching me”.

      He stood there almost awestruck but answered immediately with his usual aplomb.

      “Yeah, not bad at all” as if he seen hundreds of them.

      She must have sensed the pitch of his voice was slightly higher than normal, the giveaway that he wasn’t as composed as he was trying to portray, so she reached up with her left hand and started rolling her right nipple (both of which were already erect Steven had noticed) between her thumb and forefinger.

      “It’s Mum for you Sarah,” Brad called from the kitchen as he headed back to the games room.

      She pouted exaggeratingly at Steven and reached for her top. She sat up and turned just as Brad reentered the games room.

      “Sarah?” he called again

      “I’m coming” she shouted.

      Steven couldn’t help but think that he would like to help her do just that.

      “She’s going the other way” he told Brad as he came up beside him. Steven watched her rump disappear out of sight through the sliding door into the dining room. Brad was more intent on seeing where the game stood to take any interest in what his sister was up to, but he did give Steven a sideways look as he remained standing at the doorway.

      “You perving on Sarah?” he said.

      “She has nice tits” was Stevens’ reply.

      “You should come over on some Fridays or Saturday nights when she brings a guy home” said Brad, and Steven looked at him in a new light.

      “You sly perv, checking out you your own sister. How?”

      “You’ll see, I’ll give you a call the next time”.

      Brad liked Steven and was only too eager to share everything with him. He didn’t have many friends, and even though Steven used him as much as everybody else because his family was well off, he didn’t mind because at least Steven was blasé about it. Brad could handle that, at least Steven didn’t directly ask for anything from him as other so called friends had done in the past.

      Brad and Steven now stood in front of the girls, most of whom were perched on the church fence. Glenda was still eyeing off Steven and he realized quickly that what set her apart was her apparent maturity compared to the girls around her.

      “How’s the dance goin?” Steven asked, walking directly up to stand in front of her.

      “‘S’okay. Hey, you’ve been drinking! Got any more?”

      Her enthusiasm to share something from him made Steven smile – he thought he knew how to get somewhere with her now.

      “No, but let’s go down and get some?”

      He invited her with an exaggerated flourish, holding out his arm as an open gesture for her to lead off. Steven glanced behind and saw Brad standing back, uncomfortable in the presence of girls but warmed by the alcohol in his belly.

      “So, lead off Stag” she said.

      She dropped her legs off the wall and looped her arm through the crook of his elbow pulling him slightly off balance. He fell a bit further against her than he would have normally, probably because of the alcohol but mainly because she had addressed him as Stag.

      “My, you are a forward young thing” Steven told her.

      They fell into step, her arm rested comfortably in his, their shoulders touching and their hips brushing against each other as they walked.

      “Hey, Glenda where ya goin’?”

      Glenda looked back over her shoulder, stopped and turned around, swiveling Steven around with her.

      “C’mon Cass” she yelled back and noticed Brad for the first time. “What d’ya want?”

      “He’s with me, ok.” Steven replied instead. He made it a statement not a question as he knew he needed Brad to buy the booze. “Cassie is it?” said Steven, “this is Brad, I’m Steven.”

      They were both ignored as she rocketed past Brad, and up to Glenda, where she stood on her toes and whispered something in her ear. Steven then realized that Glenda was the same height as he was, or close enough to it, and that was something he hadn’t noticed before.

      “Oh c’mon Cass, it’s okay. Do you listen to everything your mother tells you?”

      Cassie evidently didn’t, because she mulled it over for at least half a second before grabbing Glendas’ other arm.

      “Ok, let’s go then, you too” she said back over her shoulder to Brad.

      Steven shot Brad a ‘you’re in like Flynn’ look, and Brad needed no more encouragement to step forward and catch them up. The alcohol in him made him braver than ever and he grabbed Cassie by the trailing arm so that they were all walking down the street arm in arm. Only Cassie looked uncomfortable, but Steven knew a couple of quick shots of Blackberry Nip would relax her. They shared another bottle (an obliging passerby having agreed to buy it for Glenda “for her Mum to cook with”) in the park beside the river, laughing and carrying on, mucking around climbing the monkeys bars, and taking turns to push each other on the swings. Steven managed to avoid most of the drink, but made sure the girls got more than their fair share.

      He was a bit concerned about Brad, who seemed to be drinking too much when he needed to be in control of his faculties, but he was coming out of his shell and having fun, so Steven let him be, after giving one frown in his direction when he had taken a particularly deep shot out of the bottle.

      Steven and Glenda melted into one of the little picnic huts, after Brad and Cassie ran off down to the beach. These were the type of huts that were divided into four, a solid brick wall between them so that on two sides, they were completely blocked from view. They sat nursing the bottle between them, and Glenda was very tipsy and being quite physical with Steven, though their conversations had been little other than fun small talk.

      Steven just leaned over and kissed her while she was still talking. She appeared startled but she already had one arm over his shoulder and the other in his hands. She hesitantly responded by tightening СКАЧАТЬ