Chapter 4
Kol pov
When Jim and I headed downstairs, we ran into Melina.
“Was that Lacy screaming?” she asked, her eyes narrowed,
knitting her brow.
“Naw, she was just on a call,” I said, casually. Melina glanced at
me for a moment in quiet skepticism but then shrugged.
“Your dad and I are going over to the Browns for dinner. We’ll be
back late so don’t wait up. You two have fun” She briefly smiled
then turned and went on her way.
“Will do.” Going to the Browns‘ meant they wouldl be out late;
the Browns were huge drinkers.
Turning to Jim, I said, “We’ve got the house to ourselves, dude.
Movie room?”
“Hell yeah,” Jim answered.
We went to the refurnished basement, that was filled with
staggered chairs and a massive screen. There was even a
popcorn machine in the back. This most certainly wasn’t the life
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I’d had before Dad met Melina. We couldn’t even get a
swimming pool much less a personal movie room.
We sank down in the seats. Pulling up the channel selection I
perused the variety of genres. I rested my cheek in my hand,
slumping down and exhaling.
“Lacy is hot” Jim got up to get whiskey.
“I know.”
My thoughts went to lacy’s shapely body. She certainly had filled
out in the last year. But since I had come back home I couldn’t
get over how much she was changed. I could’t stop thinking.
about her body.
I could hear the liquid filling the glass as I searched for
something entertaining but nothing was on. Jim’s quiet
footsteps were behind me as he tapped my shoulder, then
handed me the glass. Sliding into the seat beside me, I glanced
at him.
“Can you believe she reads porn books all the time?”
Jim let out a short laugh. “Yeah, she’s got her secrets, doesn’t
she?”
Between my legs began to stir as I pictured Lacy sunbathing by
the pool. Earlier she’d been swimming and the way her suit
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suctioned to her body left little to the imagination.
“Let’s watch a hot movie” Jim said, snatching the remote from
my hand.
“Yeah,” I answered without hesitation as I took a large mouthful.
of whiskey.
This was something we had done in this movie room a hundred
times before–and not just that. Jim and I had been best friends
since we were kids, and we were alike in so many ways.
Soon he was clicking on subscription only sites with a
threesome movie. We has an agreement that when we watch
porn together we had to choose one video and watch it all the
way through. We couldn’t skip through clips the way we might if
we were alone.
Jim held the remote out, pressing play. Sitting up more
attentively, I stared at the screen. A girl was being bent over by
two men at a time.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my dick. I could feel the wiskey making me light–headed and relaxed and when I wrap my
hand around my cock it jerks stiffly.
“I really need to come” I said, Jim looked at me understandingly.
No one was closer to me than Jim, and part of the reason was
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that we could share this together.
When we were thirteen, we made a discovery at summer camp that changed our friendship. Both of us recently discovered.
masturbation, and we could barely contain ourselves. It was only a matter of time before we acted on each other’s impulses,
From that moment on, we realized that we could amplify this
new and incredible sensation as long as we helped each other.
Mostly with our hands, and we developed a secret little habit.
that belonged to just for us.
But we both identify as straight. Through the years this extra benefit to our friendship had always been in the background.
“Need some help?” Jim asked.
“Yes.”
I moved my hand away, gripping the armrests of the seat, as he
reached over and started stroking my diick for me.
My mind wandered back to Lacy’s Kindle, to the scandalous
excerpt Jim had read aloud. I’d caught the way her cheeks.
turned pink, how she fumbled for words, and the way her voice
shook when she denied it. She was embarrassed, sure, but there
was something else in her expression–a flicker of curiosity,
maybe even longing.
I hadn’t actively thought about her like this even as I tried to focus on the porn star’s moaning, it wasn’t enough to pull me away from thoughts of Lacy.
“You think she gets all wet reading that stuff?” I asked, my breathing picking up. It was a spontaneous thought that I didn’t expect to say out loud. My heart was racing now.
“I know she does,” Jim said as he squeezed faster “She plays all innocent but she’s drop dead gorgeous. She could have a
hundred different guys, but she chooses to wear a chastity belt and read smut instead.”
I didn’t know if Lacy fooled around with any of her friends. She was definetly the virgin. But that didn’t mean that she haven’t tried kissing, or even touching.
I pictured Lacy alone in that room, reading those stories, and touching herself, asking me to help teach her about sex–turning to her big brother for guidance, and obediently doing everything
I ask.
Fuck. I couldn’t control to imagine her kneeling in front of me, begging for my cock.
