Page 10 of Big Pucking Deal
We pound down the stairs, jumping over the last five and hurdling over a chair that sits in our way. The backdoor is thrown open and we see blonde hair breach the surface of the water. The fluorescent lights cast a purple illumination across the water, but that hair and that laugh is unmistakable.
I hear a loud laugh and look over to see Brooke –a very naked Brooke– jumping into the pool. Jordan sees it, too, because his eyes practically jump in the water after her. The next thing I hear is him muttering, “no no no no no” over and over. I tell myself not to do it. I plead with the part of my brain that controls my eyes to just close them. But the devil on my shoulder is stronger than my reasoning because one second I’m staring at the ghostly white face of Jordan, and the next I’m watching Jolie step out of the pool, her naked body glistening from the water.
“Jolie Morgan Fairchild. Get your fucking clothes on. We’re leaving. Now!” Jordan shouts.
No. Not shouts. That’s not the right word for what he just did. Jordan roared from one end of the yard to the other. Everyone’s attention was stolen from that which was on Jolie to look at the animal who had barged in.
Meanwhile, Jolie very casually struts along the edge of the pool, her beautiful breasts in plain view for every guy to marvel at. They aren’t huge. They aren’t small. They’re just…perfect.
“You are more than welcome to leave anytime you’d like, Jordan. Brooke and I are having fun.” Her legs look impossibly long under the moonlight, with her creamy skin on full display.
Her waist looks like just the right size for me to wrap my hands around. Her hips are shapely and seem as though they’d be more than sufficient for holding on to. And her ass. Jesus Christ, if that isn’t the best ass my eyes have ever seen. I feel like I need to fall to my knees and thank our creator for making such a perfect woman.
I don’t let my eyes wander to where they long most. I skim every other inch of her body, but refuse to look there.
“Dammit Jolie. Get some clothes on,” Jordan tries once more.
“Look away if you don’t like it Bubba. I think you’re the only one complaining.” A cheer comes from the guys who are wading in the pool, watching her every move.
“Dude,” I tell him. “The more you fight with her, the more stubborn she becomes. You know this. You have to beat her at her own game.”
Jordan’s nostrils flare and his eyes close. I know it’s the last thing he wants to do, but it’s the only way to get her out of here. Jolie could never stand it if we came along and had fun or showed interest in something she was already immersed in. It was a sure fire way to get her to just walk away.
The typical behavior of a spoiled child. She wants to be the best and have the best. But when it becomes something everyone else wants, it loses its appeal to her. So, the only way to get her out of the pool is to find it equally as amazing.
It’s not like we haven’t done this before. In fact, it’s the reason why we didn’t want Jolie here in the first place. Once someone says, “Hey, let’s go jump in the pool”knowing full well the girls didn’t bring swimsuits, the rest of us know it’s time to start peeling off clothes and start truth or dare time.
I dare you to jump in with your clothes on. What’s that? You don’t want to ruin them? Well, here. Let’s both take off our clothes and jump in.
That’s how it starts. Most puck bunnies don’t even need that much encouragement. You say jump and they’re midair before you can pop the P.
Jordan’s hands ball into fists and I see his chest heaving with angry breaths. “C’mon. I’ll go with you. I doubt she wants to see both her brother and her friend from childhood naked and in the same pool. She’ll be out in no time.”
I smack his arm then start toeing off my shoes. I toss them by a patio chair and pull my socks off my feet, shoving them inside my shoes. Next goes the jeans, and then the t-shirt. The only thing left is my boxer briefs. It’s not that cold outside but I know the minute my dick touches that cold water, it’s crawling right back up inside of me.
I turn my back to the pool and give my dick a little tug and rub, waking it up so it can look its best for the few moments everyone is going to see it. I can feel myself grow harder thinking of Jolie’s naked body and what it would feel like to taste her. When I spin back around, Jordan is down to his skivvies, too, and we both look out into the pool.
Jolie and Brooke are staring at us, while the guys chant and cheer us on. We look at each other and with a dip of chins, peel off our underwear and make a break for the water. I watch Jolie every step of the way and she watches me.
Her eyes slowly drop to my dick and her jaw drops. I smirk when she looks back up at my face to let her know I caught her. Even under the moonlight and fluorescent pool lights I can tell she’s blushing.
I launch into the air off the side of the pool and brace myself for the frigid water. I suck in a sharp breath just as my feet enter the cold waves, and soon my entire body is submerged. I makethe very grave mistake of opening my eyes and coming face to…crotch with Jolie.
Fuck! Her pussy is bare and now my flacid dick is turning into a floatation device.
OH. MY. GOD.
Those are the only words my brain can seem to put together after seeing what I just saw. In my haste to not even breathe in my brother's direction for fear of seeing his penis (when it’s a sibling it’s a penis or vagina. Definitely not dick or pussy) I failed to take into account the fact that the only other viewing option was Joaquín.
Now, I’ve only ever seen porn penis so there isn’t a whole lot of basis for comparison. But I can tell you, with one hundred percent certainty, Joaquín’s penis is the most beautiful that one I will ever see. From what I could see in the dim light, it was thick and straight and oh dear baby Jesus was it long.
“Did you fucking see what I saw? Lord that man is blessed.” Brooke asks from the corner of her mouth.
“Um, not if you’re talking about my brother.” She smirks and shrugs when I look at her and it gives me a guttural shiver. “I could've gone the rest of my life without that knowledge.”
The sound of sluicing water draws my attention back to the men in front of me who have just entered.
“Jordan. I haven’t seen you naked since our last bath together when we were five. Please stay the hell away from me.”
