“Get your horny ass off your cousin and go get her,” Colt says. “He’s right. There’s only one reason a girl shakes the booty like that. She wants a dick in it bad, dude. Go wreck that ass.”
“Thanks,” I say to him and Preston both, standing and adjusting my cock, which won’t relax for anything.
“You got one chance to make that shit right,” Colt says, clasping a hand over my shoulder. “If you haven’t busted a nut inside that juicy ass of hers by tomorrow morning, I’m doing it for you.”
I throw his hand off. I know he’s kidding, but it’s not funny. Not with her. “Touch her, and you’ll be eating your nuts for breakfast,” I warn him.
“Quit talking shit and go, or I will,” Preston says. “If my bitch was that thirsty, I’d have her on her knees choking down eight inches right now.”
“No, man,” I say. “Crystal wouldn’t choke on something that small.”
I turn and jog toward the gate without waiting for a response. I’ve got bigger things to worry about than my trash-talking cousins. Like how I’m going to convince a girl who hates everything about me except my dick that I’ve got something else to offer her.
nine
Crystal
“Oh my god, you’re a genius,” Dixie shrieks, doing some kind of happy dance that makes her look more like a hamster than the ass shaking queen she is. “Did you see Colt’s face? Was he looking at me?”
“Don’t be silly,” Dolly says. “Every guy in Faulkner was looking at us. We just played a nasty rap song with all their kids in attendance. They’re going to be coming after us with pitchforks.”
Just then, Baron ducks under the bleachers to meet us as agreed.
“You did it,” I cry, throwing my arms up.
Baron runs over, sweeps me off my feet and spins me around once. “Nice job,” he says before depositing me carelessly in Dixie’s face. He grabs up Dolly and shoves his tongue down her throat, his hands roaming over her curves like he owns them. She doesn’t seem to mind, though.
Dixie giggles. “I thought she was seeing Duke.”
Dolly pulls away and looks up at Baron with mock surprise. “You’re not Duke?”
He laughs and grabs her ass with both hands, grinding his hips into hers. “Baby, I’ll be whoever you want me to be,” he says. “As long as you keep right on being you.”
I shrug at Dixie. “The twins come as a packaged deal. If you can’t handle them both, you don’t sign up for that ride.”
“What?” she squeals.
“It was a well-known fact in our old school.”
“They just look so much alike,” Dolly says, twisting around to face us and batting her long, false lashes. “I can’t tell which one is which. I never knew there were two of them at all.”
I laugh and shake my head, and Baron nuzzles into her neck, his arms still wrapped around her from behind. The twins went to great lengths to distinguish themselves from each other here. Sure, Baron has contacts in right now because he’s playing football, but his hair is still noticeably shorter, and his jersey bears his first initial as well as his last name.
“Wow,” Dixie says, her eyes like saucers beneath her smoky makeup. “New York sounds so different. I can’t believe you used to dance like that, either—in front of the school.”
“Parents there were a lot more… Permissive,” I say. “I mean, it’s New York. Even the rich kids have seen it all by the time they’re in high school.”
“I better go,” Baron says, kissing Dolly’s neck. “Halftime’s about over. You better go, too, before they haul your ass in to the headmaster. And baby, tonight this ass is all mine.” He drags out the last two words, rolling his hips to press his dick into her ass.
“Get out of here and stop mauling my friend,” I say.
He laughs and releases her at last, giving us a wave as he jogs toward the field. “Oh, you two did good, too,” he calls back over his shoulder.
“You, too,” I yell. “Thank you!”
It feels a little weird to be an afterthought to one of my brothers. Not that they weren’t always horndogs, but it was usually for a night, a week at most. Now, I think Dolly actually means something to them, though they’d never admit it. I’m glad for them, and for her, and even for myself. While it feels a little strange not to have them breathing down my neck every second of the day, it’s also… Freeing. It’s a relief not to have to worry that they’re right around the corner, ready to clock a guy if I speak to him.
“Where’d you learn to dance like that?” Dolly asks as we leave the shelter of the bleachers. Most of the crowd has returned to their seats to watch the second half, which means we can escape without too much attention. “You’re both so good. I felt like such a white girl up there next to y’all.”