Branson
“Yo,B! Do you know where those cups are that we picked up earlier?” Weston asks as he makes his way up the stairs to my room. Tonight, we’re throwing a party for his birthday. Parties aren’t uncommon here—we are college guys, after all—but birthdays are always a good excuse to go a little extra wild.
“Ahh, we may have left them in the trunk of my car. I’ll check once I’m dressed.”
“Thanks, man. Hey, when is Luca getting here? He’s bringing Courtney, right?”
I swear, Weston has had the hots for Courtney since our junior year in high school, when we accidentally walked in on Luca and her fucking in our living room. We saw much more of both of them than we should’ve that night.
Luca still doesn’t know we saw that, and I’d prefer to keep it that way.
While the incident sparked interest in Weston toward Courtney, it brought on a whole slew of thoughts from me that I’d prefer to not ever think about again—like how tight Luca’s ass looked pounding into Courtney’s pussy or how the thought of sweat glistening and dripping down his naked back makes my cock start to swell in my jeans.
Like I said, let’s not think about it.
Who the fuck thinks about their stepbrother like that, anyway?
Snapping back to reality, and quickly re-adjusting my now semi-hard dick, I remember Weston had asked a question. “Luca should be here soon, and yes, Courtney is with him. But no, you cannot try to get birthday sex from her. Luc would fucking kill you, man.”
I can’t help the chuckle that comes out at the pout on his face.
He has always joked about getting Courtney into bed with him, and while I know he’d never actually do something like that, I still like to give him shit about it whenever he’s going to be around her. He sees nothing wrong with his infatuation, even though she and Luca have been dating for years.
“Fine, fine! But if they get drunk and are down for a threesome, who am I to deny them all this?” He makes a show of running his hands down his chest, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
Rolling my eyes and laughing again, I make my way downstairs.
Luca is very straight and would never be down for a threesome with another man. He’s as pussy obsessed as they come. After the living room incident, I heard him and Courtney many, many more times before moving away to college. My dick and I had the unfortunate pleasure of sharing a wall with him back home, and they aren’t exactly quiet.
I may or may not have fucked my hand to the sound of my stepbrother coming a time or two, but again, we aren’t going to think about that.
Reverseby Vic Mensa and G-Eazy is playing through the speakers downstairs, and I can see that people have already started to show up. Making my way through the house and out the front door, I go down the stairs, enjoying the refreshing summer breeze.
Unlocking my black Audi A8 and popping the trunk to grab the red solo cups, the sound of a car pulling up behind me gets my attention. I turn around to see Knox’s white Range Rover rolling up next to the curb. He’s got his music bumping and has a couple of girls in his car I vaguely recognize from school. Leave it to Knox to bring strange chicks to the party.
Remember how I said Luca was as pussy obsessed as they come? Well, I lied. Knox pulls so much ass, you’d think he was trying to prove something.
“What’s up, B?” He greets me, hopping out of the rover. “This is Chelsea and Taylor. They’re looking for some fun, and I told them about Weston’s birthday party tonight.” He wiggles his brows in my direction, his code for telling me he’ll be fucking them both later.
Like I said, it’s like he has something to prove.
I nod my head at them to be polite. “Nice to meet you ladies. There is plenty to eat and drink inside, so help yourself.” They say their pleasantries and head toward the house, leaving Knox outside with me. I already know what’s coming, but I wait for him to bring it up anyway.
“So, your brother is coming tonight?”
“Yup. I told you this already.”
“His stupid fucking friend isn’t coming, is he?”
Here we go.
“Nah, man. I told you yesterday that Aston wasn’t coming this time. What is your issue with him anyway? You guys barely know one another. How can you hate each other this much?”
For as long as I can remember, Aston and Knox have had it out for each other. Neither of them will say what their beef is, but they are always one nasty side-eye away from a full beatdown. I kind of wish they’d do it already. Either knock each other out and get the fuck over it, or kiss and make up.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was sexual tension between them.
“He’s fucking annoying, and I’d rather not have my night ruined by his presence,” he replies quickly as he turns and heads inside.
Oooookay, then. Why did I even ask?
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