Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Kevin’s shot had hit sand about four seconds before he did. We’d left the three dickbags alive but not before warning them that next time that wouldn’t be the case.
“I told you I never fired a gun before,” Kevin muttered.
“That’s all right, I think the first time I fired one I did the same thing except I fell into a thick thatch of sand spurs,” I said.
“Really?” Kevin asked, sounding hopeful.
“Nope. Not really. I was pretty amazing from the very first second I touched a gun, but that’s okay, we’re not all born naturals.” I twisted the nozzle. “Okay, now strip.”
“Uh, Preppy? Why do I have to hose off outside?” Kevin asked, taking off his boots.
“Because Dre spent all weekend re-grouting the tile in that bathroom. Ain’t no way I’m going to let you dirty up her new white grout with your blood, so strip down,” I said.
“Thanks for today, Prep. I mean it. I...I never had someone do that for me before. It was cool, man.”
“I’ll bill you later,” I joked as Kevin took off the rest of his clothes.
I turned the handle on the house to the left and the pipes hissed to life as water filled the hose. “Okay, let’s do this,” I said, turning back to Kevin. I was about to spray him clean when I paused with my finger on an entirely different kind of trigger than earlier.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, staring at Kevin and his now naked body.
“Dude, what?” Kevin asked, looking down to see where I was staring. “What the fuck are you staring at?”
Kevin had occasionally done something that reminded me of myself, but next to a DNA test, I still had no valid proof he was my brother. Nothing that connected us as family.
Until now.
“Dude, you’re creeping me out,” Kevin said, reaching for his shorts.
Before he could pull them back on I dropped the hose and bee-lined toward him, wrapping him in a bear hug. “You really are my brother.”
“Huh?” Kevin asked, standing as still as a statue.
“Shhhh...just let me love you.”
“What exactly is going on out here?” Dre asked from the porch, flipping on the light. I still didn’t let go.
“He’s my brother. I’m sure of it now,” I informed her.
“I have no idea what’s going on,” Kevin said, wiggling free from my grip.
“Oh yeah?” Dre asked, amusement in her sleepy tone. She yawned and cinched the sash of the sexy little robe she was wearing that showed off those amazing legs of hers. “How are you so sure?”
I stepped back and pointed down to Kevin’s massive cock. “Because of that!”
Dre’s sweet laughter filled the air. I picked up the hose again and started to spray Kevin down. “Shit man, that’s cold!” he shouted, dancing around in the grass. “And are you gonna fill me in on what exactly she’s laughing at?”
“That,” I informed him, spraying his crotch with water. “Because I just found more proof that we’re brothers than the fact that we think we both were shot out of the same cunt.” I grinned from ear to ear.
“Okay? And what’s that?” Kevin asked. I turned off the hose and Dre tossed him a towel.
I dropped my eyes to the huge slab of man meat between Kevin’s legs. “From the waist down we’re not just brothers, we’re fucking twinsies.”
“Uh, what the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin asked, putting his shorts back on.
“Quick,” I said. “Tell me something. How do you feel about pancakes?”
Kevin shivered. “Honestly, I’m more of a waffle kind of guy.”
Dre gasped.
I shut my eyes tightly, clenching my fists at my side. I cracked my neck and slowly turned to face him. I opened my eyes. “What the fuck did you just say to me, boy? You better start running.”
“Wait, what?” Kevin asked, taking a step back and tripping over the sprinkler. He stood up and bolted through the gate. I chased him through the field while Dre looked on and laughed.
“I take it all back! You’re not my brother!” I shouted, tackling him to the ground and sitting on his chest.
“What the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin said, squirming under me.
“You and I need to have a serious fucking talk.” I leaned down until my nose was almost touching his. “About the abomination that is waffles.”
CHAPTER NINE
Preppy
I know Dre was probably confused by my note. All it had said was to meet me at the water tower and she was probably wondering why the fuck I asked her to meet me here, but there was no doubt in my mind she’d come.
I smiled as I heard the ladder rattle, shortly after a delicate hand appeared and then Dre pulled herself up and it took me a second to register the fucking walking sex that was my wife.
I’d been rendered dumb. For the first few seconds all I could do was stare. I hadn’t even realized my mouth was hanging open until Dre walked up to me and gently touched the bottom of my jaw, shutting it for me.