Mike stood there confidently in a neat button-up shirt and dark pants that made him look sharp and put-together. He was holding a bottle of expensive-looking wine in one hand, a smug, arrogant grin spreading across his face the moment his eyes landed on me.
"What's up, loser?" he said casually, his voice dripping with mockery as he looked me up and down like I was something amusing.
My stomach churned with disgust just by looking at him, a sickening mix of anger and helplessness twisting inside me.
"Sweetie, why are you standing there? Let him come inside," Mom called out from the dining room, her voice warm and welcoming.
"Tch… come in," I muttered reluctantly, stepping aside to give him way.
Mike walked inside with that infuriating confidence, his posture tall and relaxed, like he already owned the house. I closed the door behind him with a heavy sigh and followed him back to the dining table.
Mike was already standing there, greeting my parents with a charming smile.
"So you are Mike," Dad said, looking the tall, tanned, well-built man up and down with mild interest.
"Hello, my name is Mike. I'm Alex's friend," he introduced himself smoothly, lying through his teeth. He was anything but my friend, he was the opposite.
"Come, have a seat," Mom said warmly, extending her hand gracefully toward the empty chair next to her.
The dining table wasn't very big, just big enough for six people. It was rectangular, with single chairs on the two shorter sides and double chairs on the longer sides.
Dad was sitting on the single chair at the head of the table, while Mom sat to his left. Lily sat opposite Mom, right next to Dad. Since Lily always liked sitting close to me, I took the chair right beside her.
When Mom invited Mike to sit, he confidently walked over and took the single chair opposite Dad, right at the other head of the table.
"Here, I brought this for you," Mike said smoothly, handing over a bottle of expensive-looking wine with a charming smile.
"You didn't have to bring this," Dad chuckled, taking the bottle and examining it with raised eyebrows. The lavish bottle of wine looked like it belonged on a much fancier table than ours.
"Please take it," Mike replied with that easy, confident charm.
"I had to bring something if I was coming for dinner. It's the least I could do." He placed the bottle in the center of the table, his eyes flicking briefly toward Mom with a subtle, knowing glint.
"I heard you gifted this dress to my wife too," Dad said, his eyes flicking from Mom's alluring figure in the tight bodycon dress back to Mike, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
Even Dad seemed a little wary of Mike's sudden generosity.
"That was nothing... she was having a hard time choosing a dress, so I just pitched in. She's Alex's mother, after all. No big deal." Mike replied smoothly, his tone casual and charming. "
"Hmm… such a thoughtful guy," Dad said, though his tone carried a subtle edge of doubt.
"Are we just going to sit here talking?" Mom interjected gently, trying to ease the tension with a warm smile.
"Yeah, yeah, let's start the dinner," Dad agreed, gesturing toward the table.
Mike opened the bottle of wine with a loud pop, some of the fizzy liquid spilling onto the table and floor.
He served the wine in everyone's glass except Lily, who had her own glass of juice. We raised our glasses for a toast and began the dinner.
The dinner went on smoothly. Mike talked more about himself and the baseball team he was leading. Dad was visibly surprised to learn that Mike was the son of a well-known high-ranking city councilor.
The conversation became quite boring after that, and I lost interest. But Dad seemed somewhat impressed by him. After dinner, Dad and Mike moved to the couch to continue talking. Meanwhile, Lily and I helped Mom clean up and do the dishes.
"Yaaawhh..." Lily yawned groggily, rubbing her eyes. It was already late, and she was clearly feeling sleepy now.
"Alex, take your sister to bed," Mom said gently, noticing Lily's big yawn.
"Okay, Mom," I replied.
"Lily, come," I said softly, taking her small hand in mine and leading her out of the kitchen. She followed me quietly, her small fingers gripping mine.
As we walked into the hall, I noticed the couch was empty. Dad was gone, and Mike was standing near the luggage Dad had brought, looking like he was searching for something.
"Mike..." I called out to him. He flinched for a second, like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't, but quickly composed himself with that fake charming smile.
"Where is Dad?" I asked, and right then Mom also came up behind me from the kitchen.
"He's gone to his room. He looked sleepy," Mike said, casually putting his hands in his pockets with that easy confidence.
"He must be tired from all the traveling," Mom said from behind me. She walked up to my side with a small towel in her hand, wiping her fingers dry.
"Why are you still standing here? Take Lily to bed," Mom said to me, her voice gentle but firm.
I stood there for a second, unsure if I should leave them alone.
"Mike, you should also go. It's already quite late," Mom said to him with a polite but final tone, her hand lightly touching my shoulder.
After hearing Mom tell him to leave, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I started walking away while Mike headed toward the door.
Suddenly, Lily stopped before the stairs, refusing to move.
"Lily…?" I pulled her hand gently, but she stayed rooted like a statue.
"Carry me," she said, letting go of my hand and opening her arms toward me with a demanding pout.
"Lily, you're not a kid anymore. Just walk," I said, but she ignored me completely. She stepped closer and jumped, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.
I nearly lost my balance from her sudden weight. I quickly adjusted, lifting her up properly. She wrapped her legs around my waist, hugging me tightly. Her whole petite body pressed flush against mine, her big but perky breasts squishing softly against my chest. I reached down with both hands, supporting her by her soft, round ass as she rested her chin on my shoulder, her warm breath tickling my neck.
I carried her all the way to her bedroom, feeling her round and firm ass cheeks resting on my palms and her big, squishy tits squeezing against my chest with every step I took.
I laid her down on her bed slowly. Her eyes were already closed, and her breathing had become slow and steady.
I gently covered her with the blanket and was about to leave when her small hand suddenly grabbed mine tightly, refusing to let go.
"Big bro… I want to sleep with you," she mumbled in a sleepy, low voice, her eyes still closed.
I couldn't resist her request. I quietly freed my hand, walked over to close the door, and got into the bed beside her.
She was sleeping on her side, so I moved closer and held her from behind, wrapping my arms around her in a gentle cuddle. Her soft, warm body pressed against mine as I held her close.
To be continued...
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