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TRIPP

The first thing I do when I get in my Mustang is adjust my fucking cock, thankful that I’m finally alone. I swear this thing has a mind of its own sometimes, but most of the time I can’t complain.

It’s rarely steered me in the wrong direction before.

Running into my asshole brother’s ex was not on my bingo card for the year, but then again, a family scandal wasn’t either.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with Dex? Has he even looked at Amelia? She’s a fucking twenty on a scale of one to ten. Those big, bright blue eyes and long eyelashes, those pillowy lips…fuck.

And don’t even get me started on her curves. The first time I saw her, at the Rose family Memorial Day BBQ, in that tight little yellow sundress, I had no idea who she was.

Betsy’s Memorial Day BBQ is always huge and the entire block shows up, so I had no idea until Dex wrapped his arm around her tiny little waist that she had a boyfriend.

Or that she was six years older than me. All I knew was she was fucking gorgeous and I wanted her.

But then Dex slid on in like the snake he is and introduced me to her as his stepbrother.

I’ve met a couple of Dex’s…girlfriends. Though I had no idea, like anyone else, that he was married. He didn’t wear a ring, and he didn’t act like a guy who was married.

Seriously, the guy was dripping in pussy half the time. Those girlfriends? Rarely stayed past a couple weeks.

Then I guess things got serious for Dex, and he got traded and he headed for Saltsville with Amelia in tow. I found out she was pregnant through Dane, when I came home one night to find him drunk as fuck sitting at the kitchen counter like it was a bar.

After all, I live with the guy, so he’s kind of hard to avoid. I know he doesn’t remember unloading all his dirty laundry on me that night. About how it should have been him instead of Dex.

I rolled my eyes back then, when he cried about how it should have been his fucking baby, because that’s the kind of stupid shit you say when you’re shitfaced.

But now?

Fuck, I get it.

I try to force the thought of her swollen breasts and fuller hips out of my damn mind, because fuck if it didn’t strike my cock like a damn lighting bolt.

And seeing her holding Lyla…

God strike me down, she is so fucking beautiful, how could I not notice? I’d have to be fucking blind.

I adjust my cock once more, trying to dispel the thoughts of those perfect tits, but it’s no use. All I can think about is how perfectly round they are and how they would feel in my hands.

Focus, Tripp, focus!

I change the station and turn the music up to try and get my mind off Amelia’s breasts and on getting home.

I know it’s highly inappropriate to hit on Amelia. For a multitude of reasons. But it’s not like Dex and I are actually related or anything.

And I can’t stand the guy. He’s clearly a fucking idiot.

I’m not an idiot. Yeah, I might be a little younger than Amelia, but I’m not a fucking child. I’m twenty-four. I know things. Like how to be a gentleman and shit. I did graduate high school with a 4.0 and scored a full ride scholarship at RU.

My dad didn’t raise no asshole.

Betsy didn’t either, I remind myself. Dane’s a saint. Richie is…an asshole, but he’s a dependable asshole. Neither of them ever treated me like I wasn’t family.

Dex, however…

He was always a dick, and tried to make me feel like I wasn’t good enough.

Which might also be adding to my rage.

Seriously, what kind of asshole cheats on a dime like Amelia? And not only that, what kind of asshole just fucking lets her go ?

Shit, if I had someone like Amelia Corbett, I’d never let that go.

I park my car in the driveway, adjusting my cock once more as I process the fact that in just an hour and a half, I’ll be picking up said asshole stepbrother’s ex and his kid for a date.

Maybe I’m stupid to think it’s a date. I mean, we did just run into each other, and it was kinda quick, but…

I saw the way she looked at me with Lyla, the way she bit her lip when she dropped her gaze to mine. I’m not certain that there’s something there, but there’s only one way to find out, right?

At least, that’s what I tell myself as I get out of the car. I shoot off a text to my friends, telling them I’m bailing tonight before heading into the house.

I note the text from Dane that he’ll be back around six fifteen. Richie’s gone, though to where, I have no clue. The guy rarely leaves the house unless it’s to go to the damn strip club.

And it’s too early for the strip club, but I digress.

I shut the door behind me, relishing in the sanctity of a quiet house.

I moved in with Dane and Richie to be a little closer to the University, but that’s not the only reason I moved out.

My dad’s an old-fashioned guy, and while I know how to be a gentleman, I also know I’m not going to be twenty-four forever.

Marriage? Kids? Yeah, of course I want those things, but right now all I want to do is play hockey and be twenty-four. Which I couldn’t do under his roof, but under Dane’s…

My stepbrothers don’t care who I bring home or how late I come walking through the door. All they care about is that I do my part around here with the chores and maintain my grades, and honestly, that’s a relief.

Not that I bring a whole lot of women back to the house or anything. At least, not anymore. My focus is on trying to land a spot on the Badgers.

Rusk, number 69, is set to retire this year, and I graduate in May.

This is it—this is my shot. Probably the only chance I’ll get to try out for the Badgers, so I need to make it count. No distractions…

My cock protests, and I groan. I really thought this fucking hard-on would have died by now, but I can’t seem to shake it. Which means there’s only one way to really get rid of it, and thankfully I’ve got the house to myself for thirteen minutes.

That should be more than enough time for me to jerk off.

I head toward my room, not bothering to close my door because I’m alone. I waste no time getting on my bed and wrestling my cock out of my pants, reveling in the relief.

One of the nice things about Dane’s place is the spacious bedrooms. Three of us live here, but it’s not crowded in the least. My bedroom alone is big enough for a king-size bed and a sofa, which is a nice change from the nine-by-thirteen room I had at Betsy’s place.

One glance at my clock tells me I’m down to ten minutes, which means I don’t have time to edge myself like I normally like.

I spit into my hand, lathering my cock in my saliva as I start with fast, even strokes. My head falls back into the pillows and I close my eyes, focusing on the feel of my hard cock, wet and warm in my hand.

But my thoughts wander to other things that are wet and warm. Things that would be wet, warm, and tight, wrapped around my cock. It’s been awhile since my cock’s felt such things.

Like I said, no distractions. I haven’t brought a girl home since the Memorial Day BBQ last year…

Like bleeding chaos, my mind slips back to that day. To Amelia, standing there in that tight little yellow sundress, her golden hair pulled up in a bouncy, full ponytail. Those long, pretty legs that begged to be licked and kissed all the way up.

I groan as I remember the sight of her bright smile as she talked to the neighbors, the curve of the fabric that outlined her plump little ass.

And then those thoughts dissipate, bringing forth the sight of her now. Swollen breasts and fuller hips. My cock throbs, precum spilling out of my slit as I think about those full breasts exposed. How pert and perfect those stiff nipples would be, and what they would taste like in my mouth.

The strangest thought pushes through, because I don’t remember her breasts being so big before, and the reality hits me and my cock full force.

Probably because she’s breastfeeding. Or pumping. Or whatever.

The thought should jolt me out of my arousal and kill my boner right here, but it doesn’t.

“Fuck,” I groan as my balls draw tight. My cock twitches in my hand as I suck in a breath. I roll over onto my stomach, my hand still wrapped around my cock as my thoughts get all jumbled.

I imagine sucking those perfect, full tits, imagine watching them jiggle as I fuck her. My cock slides through my wet fist as I bury my face in my pillow, my mouth slightly agape as I moan out my ecstasy. My mind wanders to those hips, and images of those long legs wrapped around me push forth.

My thrusts come faster, harder, my palm warm and slick from the amount of precum and saliva coating my cock. With my eyes closed, I can pretend this is what she feels like.

The thought lands just as I find the pinnacle of my release.

I groan a muffled sound into my pillow as I cover my cockhead. Cum fills my hand until it forces its way through my fingers, and my eyes practically roll back in my head from the ecstasy.

Well…that’s new.

Usually when I jerk off, I don’t have to really think. Just touching myself is enough. But I can’t deny that thinking about Amelia—even though I know I shouldn’t—was way better.

I let out a heavy sigh as I hear the click of the door, and I know I need to get cleaned up. I peel myself off my bed and note the wet spot in my wake. When I make it to my en suite bathroom, I take my time cleaning myself up and then decide to shower too.

The water is warm against my skin, and it feels good, even if my dick feels sensitive.

I push the weird fantasies out of my brain. What’s done is done. It’s not like it’ll happen again.

When I get out, I take my time getting ready and dressed before I head down the hall. Dane is in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and scrolling on his phone.

“Thought you had practice today,” he says, not even bothering to look up.

“Change of plans,” I say as I head for the fridge. I grab a water, watching him for a moment as he sits there, shoulders hunched.

One of the things I like about Dane is he knows when to push an issue and when to let it go.

“So, uh…heard you checked out Amelia’s place today.”

That makes him look up. “How did you?—”

“Come on, Dane, be real here. The minute that woman stepped across the Barrington border, you knew she was here.”

He doesn’t deny it, but then again, his natural disposition is stealthy. Quiet.

“So…where’s she staying?”

His lips straighten into a thin line. “Why do you care?”

I sigh. His protectiveness is to be expected, I guess, but it still bites a bit.

“I will have you know I ran into her at the store. Offered to take her and the little cutie patootie out to the zoo. Tonight in…less than an hour?”

His expression hardens.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, D. She’s family.” Though even as I say the words, I can’t shake the fact that barely twenty minutes ago I was arguing that she wasn’t while I fantasized about fucking her warm, wet pussy.

I am such a fucking hypocrite. But it’s not like I’m going to admit any of that to Dane. Over my dead body.

His expression softens as he shakes his head. “Right, of course.” He lets out a sigh of relief. “Apartment thirteen. Little Creek.”

I flash him one of my trademark grins. “Thanks.”

“Don’t keep them out too late,” Dane says, going back to his phone.

“Huh?”

He doesn’t look at me, but I can see the slump of his shoulders. “She’s had a long drive. Not a lot of sleep. She should be resting, and just…”

“Got it,” I say, almost feeling bad at the frown that forms on his face.

Almost.

I cap my water and head for the door, grabbing my keys, not even bothering to say goodbye.