Yard Sale

“What does that mean?” Mollie’s mom asks, a confused yet polite smile plastered to her face.

“It means Mollie’s been holding out on us,” the other brother says.

“He’s a professional snowboarder,” Mollie clarifies, rolling her eyes. “I met him when we were here over summer.”

“And yet, we’re just now finding out about it,” one of them says, crossing his arms over his chest. I still don’t know which is which, but I’m going to go with Andrew.

“I didn’t even know who he was then!” Mollie exclaims.

“You know what they say,” he says. “Excuses are like assholes—”

“That’s enough, Andrew,” their mom warns. The one with the dark hair is Andrew. Light hair is Craig. Got it.

“All right, all right, leave the guy alone,” Mollie’s dad says. “Can we eat now, or are we still waiting for someone else to join us? The Prince of Wales, perhaps?”

“Let’s eat,” her mom says, shaking her head. “Camden, please, have a seat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, rubbing my palms together. “This looks delicious. Thank you for having me.”

“We’re glad to have you,” Sarah insists, and Mollie gives me a secret smile. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Dinner was officially a success. To her family’s credit, no one made any shitty, passive-aggressive remarks about my tattoos or asked me thirty-seven questions about each one and how much they hurt. After we were all stuffed to the brim, I helped Mollie and her brothers clear the table before they all sat back down to play games. When Mollie said they wanted to play games, I pictured fucking Monopoly. Nope. I was pleasantly surprised when Craig busted out Cards Against Humanity.

After we sat through an awkward five minutes of Andrew trying to explain bukkake to his confused, slightly horrified mother, Mollie squeezed my knee and motioned for me to follow her. And that’s how we ended up heavy petting in the downstairs bathroom.

“I can’t help it,” Mollie says, playfully nipping at my lip. “I’m always horny now.” She lifts her dark green dress, revealing her smooth pussy, and grabs my wrist, pulling it toward her.

“No underwear?”

“It gets in the way,” she says, and then she drops her head against my shoulder as I push two fingers inside her.

“Lift your leg,” I instruct. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

She complies with a moan, leaning her palms against the sink behind her before bringing her right heel to rest on the edge. This position puts everything on display for me, from her tight cunt that’s swallowing my fingers, to her rounded belly, to her perfect, swollen tits.

Unable to resist, even though I know her entire family is out there, I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. I tug her clit between my teeth as I continue finger fucking her. Another moan, this one a little too loud, and I know I need to make this quick. I pull my fingers from her, ignoring her whine of protest, and smear her wetness to the tight ring of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck this ass one day,” I tell her quietly. “But for now, I’m going to use my fingers. I remember how much you liked it.”

“Yes,” she breathes, and then my mouth is on her again. I slide my middle finger inside her asshole, and she jerks against my face. Anchoring her thigh to the sink with my free hand, I suck her clit into my mouth, batting at it with my tongue. I work my finger in and out of her as her breathing becomes erratic, and then her foot slips off the ledge and her thighs squeeze me, keeping me in place as she comes apart.

“Jesus, fuck,” I say as her thighs continue to shake. “You’re beautiful.”

Mollie pulls me up and kisses my face that smells of her. Her dress falls back down as she wraps her arms around my neck. I lift her by her hips and plop her back onto the counter. Her legs lock around my waist, and I’m about to take my dick out when the door opens and Mollie’s mom walks in.

Fuck.

“Mollie!” she gasps, and I whip around to face her, making sure to shield Mollie’s body in case anything is still hanging out.

“What, did you find another spid—dear God! My eyes!” Andrew yells, attracting the attention of everyone in a ten-mile radius.

“Mom! Get out!” Mollie snaps.

“You have two minutes to get your lie together and get out here.” She slams the door, and Mollie jumps off the counter.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” Mollie rambles, her bare feet pacing the tiles of the bathroom floor.

“Relax,” I tell her. “We need to look at the positives here.”