Page 14 of No Strings

Morgan is in the pool, and by the accompanying giggle, she is with Molly, splashing around and laughing.

“Re, are you coming in?”

“Re?” Shane asks.

“Yeah well, I’ve been here as long as she has been alive. She couldn’t say Rhys properly so Re,” I reply to Shane before smiling and addressing Molly. “And yes, I am coming in for a swim.”

I look over to Morgan who is…. is she checking me out? Before I can think more on it, Shane jumps in, splashing all of us.

Molly giggles, I can’t help the smile that curves my lipswhile I wipe the water away from my face. But that smile vanishes the moment I look at Morgan, who has given me her back. And fuck sake there’s yellowing bruising there as well. Is any part of her body not bruised?

Shane goes on politely ignoring the bruises while I plot the fuckwit’s death.

Morgan turns. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“My Daddy told me that once.” Molly chirps.

Morgan gives her a hug “You have a smart Daddy.”

“Yes, she does.” Agrees Brent, as he walks up behind us. “Come on Molly, time to get ready for dinner. Seen Beau or Davis?”

“Nah.” And with that I’m jumping into the pool. I resurface in time to hear Morgan tell Shane she’s going to get herself ready for dinner as well. She makes her way to the exit, and that’s when I notice she’s in her bra and panties.

Shane beats me to the question. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Ah, a bra and knickers.”

“Why the fuck?”

“I don’t have bathers. And this covers more than any bikini would.”

The fuck it does. It showcases everything. Her full perky breast, tucked in waste, and her round ass. The same round ass I’m still staring at. I always was an ass man.

“Get a good look?” she snaps at me.

I don’t answer. There is no safe answer. I look towards Shane whose eyebrow is arched in question. Again, I don’t answer.

Because what the fuck?

Chapter Four

MORGAN

I’m woken up by rhythmic banging.

What the fuck is that?

That question is quickly answered when the moan comes next. Sounds like Rhys picked up… or maybe my brother. Either way, gross on both fronts.

“Oh god, Rhys.”

Good to know he hasn’t changed. Slut in high school, slut now.

I turn over and pull the pillow over my head. It does little to mute the moans and name chanting.He cannot be that good.

Although, working out here has done wonders to his body.

Eww, no, what?