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Despite the crowds, the Morrow Street Jam celebration has been so much fun. All kinds of food and tasty treats. Games. Rides. Ty was in the mascot getup earlier and he rode a mechanical bull. Edee got so many pictures that will haunt him for the rest of his life.
And…don’t think I didn’t notice how cozy Brad has been with Elyria. It would seem my brother has a thing for slightly younger super pale geeky women. Addy mumbles under his breath for the 400thtime. Over his little snit, I grab his hand and drag him over to my brother while Elyria heads to the bathroom.
“Hey,” I greet Brad, though his eyes never leave Elyria’s retreating form, making me smirk.
“Hey, little sister,” he says absently, then shifts his focus to Addy, the fire breathing dragon next to me. “Man who is defiling my little sister.”
Addy snorts, and I’m surprised a puff of smoke doesn’t escape. “How’s it going, man who is sniffing around my cousin who lives thousands of miles away and has a fragile heart that if broken I will hunt you down and bury your dead body under endangered plants so you can never be dug up!” Wow. That was intense. And a little hot.
My brother looks at Addy unimpressed and certainly not scared. “You can just call me Brad.”
Smiling, I look up at Brad and wait for him to meet my eyes. “If you aren’t serious, start sniffing elsewhere. He and I are solid and forever and I won’t have you making family get-togethers awkward.”
Brad rubs the back of his neck and looks shy. Aw! He likes her a lot. “Understood.” Addy and Brad stare one another down, before Addy dips his chin curtly once and then takes me by the hand, leading me to the concert set up. Some college garage band plays on the main stage, and they aren’t half bad. I lean my elbows on the fence, a chill shooting up my spine when Addy curls behind me. The music fades away with his heat, his hands roaming up under his sweatshirt I’m wearing. He's so close. When he trails his fingers up my back under the oversized sweatshirt, I glance back questioningly over my shoulder. He smirks down at me, then whispers, “Trust me.” I nod immediately, knowing he would never let anything happen to me. I suck in a harsh breath when his hands snake up my chest to tease my nipples through my bra. I might sound like a hussy, but the threat of being caught only makes my nipples harder, painfully peaked and aching for his touch. He doesn’t disappoint, tugging the tips, trapping them between his fingers and squeezing. My back arches naturally, pleasure arcing from my nipples to my clit, until I’m rubbing my ass shamelesslyagainst his trapped throbbing erection. My stomach dips when one hand traces down into my shorts to play with my wet clit.
His groan is pure animal, raw and broken. “You like this, don’t you, Itty Bitty? Anyone could look over and see us. See your man bring you to climax with just his fingers.” He cups my entire pussy with his palm. “Fucking drenched. This is mine, isn’t it?” I nod, holding back a whimper. He shifts his hand and dips two fingers into my opening, teasing the muscle, before pushing in hard and curling. His fingertips touch something inside of me and I go off. He threads the hand on my tits up through the neck hole of the sweatshirt to muffle my screams.
Tremors wrack my body, his hold on my pussy keeps me upright. He pushes my hair aside and sucks on the thin skin of my throat. “That was fucking beautiful. I miss you so much, Itty Bitty.”
“I miss you, too. Miss how you touch me. What you make me feel.” I chuckle when he whines pathetically and rests his forehead on my shoulder. “Are you pouting?”
“Yes.” Addy withdraws his hands and turns me around to face him. With exaggerated enjoyment, he licks his fingers clean. His eyes promise more as soon as we’re able.
I love homecoming week!
Addy 14.
“Bye!”
“Love you!”
“Talk soon!”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
Daya’s head snaps up, her hand pausing mid-wave, eyes wide. “Addy!” She whisper-hisses, elbowing me in the gut.
I keep smiling as I look down at her. “They can’t hear me, Itty Bitty.”
“They might read lips!” My parents, aunt, uncle, and cousin are driving home. Daya’s parents and brother are driving to the airport. They can’t hear me. And they certainly can’t read my lips. But even if they could, I don’t care. It has been a week since Daya and I have been alone for more than a few minutes. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. And I already adore her mother and respect her father. Brad’s ok. He’s a good guy, but he kept undressing my cousin with his eyes and it gave me the heebie jeebies.
To be fair, I’m about to do unspeakably dirty things to his little sister.
I wait until both vehicles are out of sight, give it another 30 seconds, then bend low and toss Daya over my shoulder.Stealing her key card from her back pocket, I don’t miss a step, swiping it at the door, and again once I’m in front of her room. The door clicks shut behind us and I inhale slowly, forcing myself to chill out. I don’t want to freak her out, don’t want to scare her with my need, but…Ineedher.
Her roommate, Claudia, is thankfully at her boyfriend’s apartment, where she’s been spending a good bit of time. I slide out of my shoes, then lay her gently on her bed before removing her own shoes. I use my body to push her to the other side and climb in behind her. Arm over her hip, the other cradling her head, I make sure there’s not a single centimeter of space between us and finally allow myself to relax.
“Just want to hold you.” I murmur in her hair at the back of her head. I inhale her scent, greedy for more. Nosing her hair to the side, I kiss behind her ear, rubbing my nose along the column of her throat. She makes a sound, that feminine noise a woman makes when she’s content, and wiggles around until she’s comfortable. How she could possibly be comfy with the steel rod in my pants poking her in the butt is anyone’s guess. And I’m not stupid enough to question it.
We lay in comfortable silence for a while. Just enjoying being together, being close, being exactly where we want to be. She stretches like a cat waking from a nap, twisting slightly to meet my eyes over her shoulder. A soft smile greets me, and like a magnet, I can’t resist pressing my lips to hers for a kiss. When I pull back, her eyes slowly flutter open.
“I love you.”
“Fuck.” I mutter, moving quickly until she’s flat on her back and I’m wedged between her firm, supple thighs, grinding my cock against the warm heat of her clothed pussy. Hearing those words, knowing the truth of them… “I love you, too. So fuckingmuch, Itty Bitty.” I slam my mouth on hers and devour her. My lips part and my tongue pushes past her lips, licking all around her mouth, wanting her taste to surround me.
Our passion grows the longer we kiss, our bodies as desperate to join as our mouths. We take turns stripping the other, our lips and hands following the path of our clothing until we’re naked, my cock begging for her pussy. She moves on instinct, undulating, writhing, rubbing her juices over me until all I can smell is her arousal.
I trail my lips down her body, licking and lightly suckling her sensitive nipples, grazing my tongue over the grooves of her abs, across each hip bone and finally, planting a tender kiss above her smooth pussy. I meet her eyes, open my mouth to tongue her clit. She shakes her head, a distressed sound filling the air.
