I Stand Before You (Judge Me Not #2)(97)

And this is just the beginning, I am just getting started.

In fact, eating ice cream right off of Kay’s * sounds like a delicious plan, so why delay? I’m sure she’ll like it too—very sure, in fact—so I scoop up a big spoonful. The ice cream is melting, so I angle the spoon above her swollen sex and drizzle a little sweetness right onto my already-so-sweet girl’s little clit. Baby girl gasps as vanilla drips down to where I plan to be very soon. I lap every drop up slowly, teasing, and savoring all the sugary sweetness combined with my sweet f*cking girl. I cover her sticky * lips with my sticky lips, tasting and nibbling. And when every last bit of vanilla is gone, I circle her clit with my tongue until my girl comes undone for me.

When Kay rasps out she wants me inside her—like right f*cking now—my cock is out of my pants in three seconds flat and I slide into heaven. The swing rocks unevenly as I thrust into my girl fast and rough. Kay shifts until she’s practically lying down, and I shift with her, still on my knees. I hook my fingers under her right knee and hoist her leg up over my shoulder. This angle allows me to go so deep.

Shit.

My girl must like this new angle too, she’s panting and moaning and asking for it harder still. That, I can do. I f*ck so hard that the chains holding the swing up protest loudly. But when I slow to an almost stop, baby girl moves against me, keeping her little movements hard and rough. “More, more, more,” she chants as she f*cks my cock all on her own. “Please, Chase, more.”

Fuck the swing. I give my girl what she wants. And though the fireworks down at the carnival are have long since finished, our own fireworks continue well into the night.




The next couple of weeks are amazing. At the risk of sounding completely whipped, I have to say being in love makes every day—every f*cking hour—worth living.

Kay is happy and I am too. We take long walks on my property and talk about everything under the sun. More often than not, when we return either to my house or her apartment, we end up naked and loving one another for hours. We savor this happiness that we, two broken people, have somehow found. For the first time in a very long time I feel like life is good, very, very good.

Another bright spot is that my relationship with my brother is continuing to mend and improve. Will and I talk every few days, and we text even more. Little bro sends me more samples of his work and updates me on the progression of his comic book. More importantly, he shares his feelings, like how strongly he feels about his girlfriend, Cassie.

Just as I suspected early on, my little brother is really into this girl. He e-mails me a picture. His little girlfriend is cute—long and pale hair, ethereal features. She’s very waif-like. But also, upon closer inspection, I note this girl appears kind of sad.

I recall my brother mentioning that Cassie’s mother works all the time. He’s since told me his girlfriend’s absentee mom is an executive at some hot-shot company out in Vegas. Cassie has all the money she could want—including the new car Will mentioned before—but is it worth it? From Cassie’s lost expression, it doesn’t seem so.

I think about how Will also mentioned Cassie’s stepdad. He’s some younger guy her mom married not too long ago. My brother calls him “a piece of shit” and an “*,” quite often, but he never elaborates much beyond these dispersions. It doesn’t take a genius to suspect this guy is probably making moves on Cassie.

I’ve mentioned to Will that Cassie should talk to her mom and report any inappropriate behavior, but my brother always changes the subject. I don’t think the dude’s actually done anything yet, but it’s probably only a matter of time. Will and Cassie both have trust issues with adults, so I’m sure that’s where the hesitation comes in.

My brother’s way of protecting Cassie is to be around her all the time. They certainly spend a lot of time together. It seems every time I speak with my brother he’s either just returning from being with Cassie or he’s waiting for her to pick him up so they can go somewhere. They also hang out a lot at Mom and Greg’s house, sometimes I hear Cassie in the background when Will and I are talking.

But not today. No, today I have Will all to myself. But he’s just surprised the shit out of me. He just told me he’s staying over at Cassie’s house tonight, like overnight.

“Mom’s okay with that?” I ask.

“Well, not exactly,” he admits. “I stay when Cassie’s mom is out of town, but Mom has no idea her mom’s not there.” He hesitates. “Hey, you’re not going to tell on us, are you?”

“No.” I sigh. “I won’t say anything. But make sure you’re being careful.”

Last thing I want is for my fifteen-year-old brother to knock-up his sixteen-year-old girlfriend.

“We’re careful,” Will says all huffy-like. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“Not saying you are,” I reply.

We’re both quiet for a few seconds, but then Will starts to share with me details of his sex life.

“Hey, hey, too much information,” I protest.

I have no interest in hearing all the ways my little brother is giving it to his girlfriend.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”

Will then softly adds, “It’s not all about sex, though, when I stay over. I stay there mostly to protect Cassie when her mom’s not there.”