the halls, I felt a stillness in the air. Feeling a deep hunger in me, I was growing restless. I didn’t want to think about it. The girl who had shoved me into the bathroom came around the corner. She stopped when she saw me and her eyes widened. An unopened beer was in her hand. I didn’t think. I took the beer, opened it, and took a long drag as I dragged her into a room this time. She dropped to her knees without question, and it wasn’t long before I felt her eager mouth on my dick.
As she started, I finished her beer and then closed my eyes. I’d be using this girl for more than a blow job by the end of the night.
EXTRA LOGAN SCENE
Kris was sleeping next to me. I glanced over at her and smirked. Her ass was hanging out with the bed sheet covering her head. I was tempted to tickle it, but remembered how she hit me the last time. Maybe not.
Fuck. It was six in the morning. On a Saturday morning. Kris wouldn’t be up for another couple hours, unless Helen Dearest barged into my room and gave her a heart attack. My mom did that last weekend and Kris refused to spend the night all week. I fought against laughing now at the look on her face. I begged her to sleepover. Doing it at her uncle’s house wasn’t the most enjoyable. I had to sneak in and sneak out. It was normal for most girls, but not with me. I enjoyed being able to do the strut, walking as if I owned the place. Parents hated it, but the girls loved it. The different reactions always made me laugh too.
Oh damn. I rolled out of bed and peeked out the window. Sam and Mason would be up now. They both went running at this time every day. Saturdays were no exception.
Water-bombing, here I come.
After texting Ethan, I got up and dressed. Then I gathered the supplies and stored them in a backpack. It wasn’t long before I heard the short honk from outside. Kris snored softly when I brushed back some of her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She’d wake up and have no idea where I was. I chuckled to myself. Oh well. She’d have to handle Helen Dearest on her own today. After a month and a half, it was time she grew some balls like Sam had. When that happened, family dinner night would be a lot more enjoyable.
My phone buzzed.
Ethan: Dude. I’m tired. Get your ass out here.
I snorted, but grabbed the bag and slipped on my sneakers. We’d be running, especially when Mason caught us. Laughing to myself, I climbed out through my window and pulled it shut, then jogged across the lawn to Ethan’s waiting Jeep. I tossed the bag of water balloons in the backseat before shutting my door.
“Easy, dude,” Ethan snapped, glowering at me. His hair was sticking up in the front and was flattened in the back. I ran a quick hand through my own, felt the same bed-head, and shrugged. Whatever.
As he twisted around and made sure the bag was fine, I kicked my feet on top of his dashboard and leaned back. I was raring to go. “They’re fine. The balloons are super balloons or some shit like that. Let’s go!”
He frowned at me and fought back a yawn. “Fucker. I hate mornings and you fucking text me at six in the fucking morning.”
“Stop swearing.” I flashed him a grin. “Fucker.”
He pulled onto the road, but gave me the middle finger. Grimacing, he added, “Who are these for? Are we waiting for Mason?”
When he slowed and was about to turn into Sam’s driveway, I shot forward and hit his dash. “No, no. Keep going.”
“Shithead.” He glowered. “Calm down.”
“These are for Mason. Get it?”
“Oh hell,” he muttered. “We’re going to get our asses kicked.”
I shrugged. “It’ll be worth it. We only have so many days to punk him. Let’s go. You got on your running shoes?”
“It won’t matter with him. He’ll still get us.”
“I know.” I loved my brother. “We’re going to soak his ass, though. It’ll be worth it.” And because I loved him so much, I filled a few with milk as an extra present from me. I
As she started, I finished her beer and then closed my eyes. I’d be using this girl for more than a blow job by the end of the night.
EXTRA LOGAN SCENE
Kris was sleeping next to me. I glanced over at her and smirked. Her ass was hanging out with the bed sheet covering her head. I was tempted to tickle it, but remembered how she hit me the last time. Maybe not.
Fuck. It was six in the morning. On a Saturday morning. Kris wouldn’t be up for another couple hours, unless Helen Dearest barged into my room and gave her a heart attack. My mom did that last weekend and Kris refused to spend the night all week. I fought against laughing now at the look on her face. I begged her to sleepover. Doing it at her uncle’s house wasn’t the most enjoyable. I had to sneak in and sneak out. It was normal for most girls, but not with me. I enjoyed being able to do the strut, walking as if I owned the place. Parents hated it, but the girls loved it. The different reactions always made me laugh too.
Oh damn. I rolled out of bed and peeked out the window. Sam and Mason would be up now. They both went running at this time every day. Saturdays were no exception.
Water-bombing, here I come.
After texting Ethan, I got up and dressed. Then I gathered the supplies and stored them in a backpack. It wasn’t long before I heard the short honk from outside. Kris snored softly when I brushed back some of her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She’d wake up and have no idea where I was. I chuckled to myself. Oh well. She’d have to handle Helen Dearest on her own today. After a month and a half, it was time she grew some balls like Sam had. When that happened, family dinner night would be a lot more enjoyable.
My phone buzzed.
Ethan: Dude. I’m tired. Get your ass out here.
I snorted, but grabbed the bag and slipped on my sneakers. We’d be running, especially when Mason caught us. Laughing to myself, I climbed out through my window and pulled it shut, then jogged across the lawn to Ethan’s waiting Jeep. I tossed the bag of water balloons in the backseat before shutting my door.
“Easy, dude,” Ethan snapped, glowering at me. His hair was sticking up in the front and was flattened in the back. I ran a quick hand through my own, felt the same bed-head, and shrugged. Whatever.
As he twisted around and made sure the bag was fine, I kicked my feet on top of his dashboard and leaned back. I was raring to go. “They’re fine. The balloons are super balloons or some shit like that. Let’s go!”
He frowned at me and fought back a yawn. “Fucker. I hate mornings and you fucking text me at six in the fucking morning.”
“Stop swearing.” I flashed him a grin. “Fucker.”
He pulled onto the road, but gave me the middle finger. Grimacing, he added, “Who are these for? Are we waiting for Mason?”
When he slowed and was about to turn into Sam’s driveway, I shot forward and hit his dash. “No, no. Keep going.”
“Shithead.” He glowered. “Calm down.”
“These are for Mason. Get it?”
“Oh hell,” he muttered. “We’re going to get our asses kicked.”
I shrugged. “It’ll be worth it. We only have so many days to punk him. Let’s go. You got on your running shoes?”
“It won’t matter with him. He’ll still get us.”
“I know.” I loved my brother. “We’re going to soak his ass, though. It’ll be worth it.” And because I loved him so much, I filled a few with milk as an extra present from me. I
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