Page 73 of Mark Us Little Bear
“Don’t pout under the helmet,” he plays with my chest, “If you want me to…” he gives my cock another tight squeeze.
As we pull onto our driveway, my brother’s back disappears into the next street as I pull my helmet off.Where is he sneaking off to before dinner?
“I need to pee, see you guys inside,” Amber skips inside the house.
I start running after my brother, the streetlights turn on as darkness descends.
“Where are you going?” Ronnie shouts behind me.
“Come with me.”
We bypass our block onto the next, passing a line of trees.
“You speed like an athlete in a marathon.” Ronnie gasps.
“My dad always said I was the fastest that’s why he sent me on so many errands when I was a teen.” Heaving, I push forward until I’m face to face with the Turner’s house.
“My lungs scream for air,” he sucks in chunks of air, catching his breath behind a bush, “Where are we?”
I scan the area, making sure Amber’s parents aren’t outside. “Take a look around. It’s the Turner’s house.”
We peer up as my brother climbs to a window, using the wooden awning as leverage.
“You’re all crazy.”
“Apparently.” I nod. “We have to tell Amber.”
“Tell Amber what?” her voice startles us both.
“Shit, Amber!” I whisper-shout, “You scared the crap out of me.”
“I saw Ronnie running so I followed.”
“You pee faster than I can run.” Ronnie chuckles. “In my defense, I always hated running.”
“You were pretty good at running when we played football,” I mark.
“It’s either because it was a game, or because I didn’t have to run that far.” His eyes zoom in on my brother. “I saw his shoes the day we were here but didn’t know he was your brother.”
“But you know I got him those shoes,” I glance at Ronnie, eyebrows screwing together.
“Do you know how many kids wear them?”
“Here we go again,” Amber murmurs.
I raise my hands to the sides, “How many seventeen years old wear them?”
“You’d be surprised.” His eyes roam over my body, swiping his tongue across his teeth.
“Stop distracting me.”
He smirks.
“Ugh, kiss him again,” Amber encourages, “I’m bleeding because the tension here cuts like a knife.”
“I can pin you both to the wall and kiss the shit out of you two.”
They glance at each other, “Do it.”
