half an hour or so and then Mom finally spoke up.
“It seems like you and Connor are getting along nicely,” she said. “That’s really great to see. It seems like he’ll be a good addition to our family. I think it’s nice that you’re going to have an older sibling.”
I shivered when she said the word “sibling”. I mean I had just made out with Connor the night before and grinded my pussy against the bulge of his cock. I didn’t really want to associate that with the word “sibling”.
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” I responded. “I’m learning a lot about him.”
My mom looked over at me, her smile suddenly fading.
“But you know, William and I talked a lot over the past couple of days and he told me some things about Connor that I didn’t know. I promised Richard that I wouldn’t say anything, but some of the things that he told me are rather...interesting. So I’m going to tell you. Brace yourself, though, Emily. There’s a lot more to Connor than you think. He has a very eventful and secretive history. Just promise me that nothing I tell you leaves this car, Emily.”
My lips parted and I felt a burst of adrenaline flow into my veins as I anticipated what she was going to tell me about Connor.
“I promise, Mom,” I said. “I won’t say a word...”
Chapter 13
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A fter just a few hours of sleep, I woke up in my bed and slowly sat up. It was still dark outside and the morning sun wasn’t even close to coming up. The only light in the room emanated from the clock radio on the nightstand, which put off a reddish glow that covered the walls. I glanced over at it and sighed.
“It’s 3 am...” I whispered. “I shouldn’t be awake right now.”
I kicked the covers off and then got up, making my way over to the dresser where my cell phone had been charging. I picked it up and unlocked the screen, scanning down to Connor’s phone number.
Should I call him? Just to see if what my mom said about him was true?
Anxiety built at the thought of actually confronting him about it. My thumb hovered over the “call” button and I almost pressed it. But then I immediately reconsidered.
“No,” I muttered. “I can’t. I promised Mom that I wouldn’t say anything.”
It was difficult, but after a moment, I set the phone back on the dresser and walked over to the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and placed my hands on my knees, taking a deep breath.
My mom and I had just gotten home from Richard and Connor’s farm the previous evening. And on the drive home, my mother had decided to tell me something about Connor, my new stepbrother, which had me dizzy with anxiety.
“It can’t be true,” I whispered, as I stared across my dark bedroom, my focus landing on the opposite wall. “Connor isn’t a bad guy. He can’t be...”
I couldn’t get it out of my mind, though. It was the reason that I couldn’t sleep. The Connor that I had gotten to know while on the farm wasn’t the man I thought that he was, at least according to my mother.
She had told me that Richard, Connor’s father, had showed her some very sensitive information about his son. Apparently, when Connor was living in Boston, back before he joined the rodeo, he had been involved in various amounts of illegal activity.
When my mom had first told me about this, I immediately assumed it was something petty. Like maybe he had some unpaid traffic tickets or had gotten in trouble with drinking and driving. But it turned out that it wasn’t that simple.
On the drive home, my mother had told me something that would change my perception on Connor forever. She told me that the reason he joined the rodeo tour and moved back to Iowa, wasn’t just because he wanted to be back home with his father. He was running from the law. He was part of a crime syndicate, which specialized in bank robbing.
When she had first uttered the words, I found myself laughing. I thought for sure that she must have been
“It seems like you and Connor are getting along nicely,” she said. “That’s really great to see. It seems like he’ll be a good addition to our family. I think it’s nice that you’re going to have an older sibling.”
I shivered when she said the word “sibling”. I mean I had just made out with Connor the night before and grinded my pussy against the bulge of his cock. I didn’t really want to associate that with the word “sibling”.
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” I responded. “I’m learning a lot about him.”
My mom looked over at me, her smile suddenly fading.
“But you know, William and I talked a lot over the past couple of days and he told me some things about Connor that I didn’t know. I promised Richard that I wouldn’t say anything, but some of the things that he told me are rather...interesting. So I’m going to tell you. Brace yourself, though, Emily. There’s a lot more to Connor than you think. He has a very eventful and secretive history. Just promise me that nothing I tell you leaves this car, Emily.”
My lips parted and I felt a burst of adrenaline flow into my veins as I anticipated what she was going to tell me about Connor.
“I promise, Mom,” I said. “I won’t say a word...”
Chapter 13
––––––––
A fter just a few hours of sleep, I woke up in my bed and slowly sat up. It was still dark outside and the morning sun wasn’t even close to coming up. The only light in the room emanated from the clock radio on the nightstand, which put off a reddish glow that covered the walls. I glanced over at it and sighed.
“It’s 3 am...” I whispered. “I shouldn’t be awake right now.”
I kicked the covers off and then got up, making my way over to the dresser where my cell phone had been charging. I picked it up and unlocked the screen, scanning down to Connor’s phone number.
Should I call him? Just to see if what my mom said about him was true?
Anxiety built at the thought of actually confronting him about it. My thumb hovered over the “call” button and I almost pressed it. But then I immediately reconsidered.
“No,” I muttered. “I can’t. I promised Mom that I wouldn’t say anything.”
It was difficult, but after a moment, I set the phone back on the dresser and walked over to the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and placed my hands on my knees, taking a deep breath.
My mom and I had just gotten home from Richard and Connor’s farm the previous evening. And on the drive home, my mother had decided to tell me something about Connor, my new stepbrother, which had me dizzy with anxiety.
“It can’t be true,” I whispered, as I stared across my dark bedroom, my focus landing on the opposite wall. “Connor isn’t a bad guy. He can’t be...”
I couldn’t get it out of my mind, though. It was the reason that I couldn’t sleep. The Connor that I had gotten to know while on the farm wasn’t the man I thought that he was, at least according to my mother.
She had told me that Richard, Connor’s father, had showed her some very sensitive information about his son. Apparently, when Connor was living in Boston, back before he joined the rodeo, he had been involved in various amounts of illegal activity.
When my mom had first told me about this, I immediately assumed it was something petty. Like maybe he had some unpaid traffic tickets or had gotten in trouble with drinking and driving. But it turned out that it wasn’t that simple.
On the drive home, my mother had told me something that would change my perception on Connor forever. She told me that the reason he joined the rodeo tour and moved back to Iowa, wasn’t just because he wanted to be back home with his father. He was running from the law. He was part of a crime syndicate, which specialized in bank robbing.
When she had first uttered the words, I found myself laughing. I thought for sure that she must have been
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