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DEKE

“You do realize the only reason I agreed to this trip is because I know you won’t be able to resist me, right?

I mean, your cock has to be dying with not being inside me.

” Kelsey is sitting in the passenger seat, her feet on the dashboard while my SUV is eating the miles on the interstate.

A habit of hers that at once pissed me off. Now I know it’s what she does to relax.

“Fuck, you think I don’t want inside you?

You’re out of your fucking mind. It’s always on my mind.

Morning, noon, night, and every second in between.

That slickness wrapped around me, you moaning my name, it haunts me in my dreams, sunshine.

” I watch as she spreads her legs. The dress she’s wearing hikes up further, showing me even more of her skin.

Which is a bad thing at this moment in time.

One wrong moment, and we could be in a wreck.

“Then why are you holding back?” My eyes return to the road just as quickly as they shoot back to Kels. The tips of her fingers are sliding up the inside of her thigh.

“You’re not playing fair right now. We’re either going to get in a wreck, or I’m going to pull over.

I still won’t give you my cock, not until you’re ready to listen to what I have to say.

” I watch as she moves her panties to the side, slickness coating her pussy, and then Kelsey slides those long fingers of hers inside.

That’s when I take action. Thankfully, it’s her left hand between her thighs.

“Fuck, that tastes good, not as good as when I get it from the source, but it’ll tide me over.

Now, keep your hands off your cunt, or we really will wreck.

” I finish sucking the juices off her fingers I grabbed.

“Fine, you can tell me all about the reason you were such an asshole. There’s plenty of time in the next hour or so.” We both took the afternoon off from work to get ahead of the traffic that comes with the Flora-bama traveling.

“I’d love nothing more than to finally tell you the shit that went down ten years ago, and I will.

Once we can sit down, where I can see your eyes when I plead my case.

I’ve been an asshole, taking shit out on not only you but my family as well.

Speaking of, there’s a good chance Asa is going to come at me.

I don’t want you worried, and I don’t want you to try and pull him back or you to step in front of it.

Shit has been a long time going. He’ll get his lick in, and then we’ll be back to normal.

” All of us boys have tussled a time or ten, wrestling in the yard, knocking each other around.

There have only been a handful of times our parents had to get in between us.

If it was Mom doing the damage control, it was whatever she found handy—a shoe, a spoon from the kitchen.

If it was Dad, he’d whistle sharply, and we’d cool it off.

At the end of the day, we still loved each other and gave one another hell at the same time.

“Jesus, I am so glad that Emily has a vagina. I mean, sure, we did our fair share of hair pulling, never leaving marks, though. I’m not so sure how to feel about that.

And I’ll give you that play, talking to me when you’re not driving.

I’m sure it’s not easy even though I haven’t a damn clue as to what could hurt you so badly to put this cloud over your whole life.

” I never gave Kelsey her hand back, instead holding it in mine.

“I’d ask you not talk about your sister’s vagina, even if it’s just a figure of speech.” I don’t elaborate, but meeting Emily once was enough to leave a lasting impression. I’m one hundred percent sure she’s a maneater.

“Scare you, does she?” I’m pretty sure a visible quake goes through my body.

“You have no idea, sunshine.” The laughter that leaves Kelsey’s body, the shaking of her shoulders, it’s another quality that I’m slowly coming to crave.

“Don’t worry. At least you didn’t get a talk about crabs and how it feels like when your down there is on fire.

Itching apparently is involved, but hey, it’s solvable by medicine.

And to answer your question, I couldn’t tell you if that’s the case or if Emily is speaking from experience.

” Apparently, talking without a filter runs in the family and isn’t just a Kelsey thing.

“Christ, is this something she’ll bring up around a family dinner, too?” I ask, though maybe I shouldn’t have.

“Oh, you have no idea. Mom pretends she doesn’t hear a word, and Dad, well, I think he gets a kick out of it since there isn’t another penis in his family.

Emily has always been more like him—outspoken, abrasive—so he gets a kick out of it.

I might talk pretty openly around a certain person, like you for instance, or my sister, but I also know there’s a time and a place.

The same can’t be said for my sister.” Our conversation keeps going, each of us telling stories about our families and the crazy they bring to the table, making the long drive pass by in a blur, neither of us wanting to stop on the way in case it puts us further behind.

Apparently, Kelsey was looking at things to do in Rosemary Beach and found a new spot for us to try, but we had to get there early since they don’t take reservations.

It works for me. Any chance that Kels will give me to take her out is fine with me.