“Fuck my life,” I groan, only to hear a fit of giggles on the other side. “Go away, Ellie.”
“Take her to the dance, Tanner. You know you want to.”
“I hate you.”
She laughs again, but it fades away.
I don’t know how long I laid in bed, ignoring the tent Omar was making in my shorts. I reach for the bottle of lotion I know is still under my bed and add some to my hand. Of course, I forgot to push my shorts down, so now I’m wiggling out of them and the effort seems to be too much. But my little buddy, it’s like he knows what’s coming and springs loose of my waistband the first chance he gets. I lift my head and take a look, for no other reason than to stroke my own ego. I may call my dick little, but he’s far from it. In fact, I’ve had plenty of one-night stand call backs, who wanted another go around.
Spreading the lotion around my cock, it fucking throbs, knowing it’s about to get some action. Whether my hand or a sweet pussy, it doesn’t care. He loves a good stroking. My hand grips my dick and moves up and down, while I picture Sophie in her string bikini, pulling each tie slowly and methodically. Her bra goes first and she cups her supple tits, pushing her taut nipples between her fingers.
“Fuck,” I mutter to my empty room.
The bottoms come off slowly and her legs part as her hand trails down her tanned torso and her finger parts her perfectly plump lips. I pump harder, feeling the pressure as my balls tighten. I want to slide my hard cock between those lips and show her what she’s been missing all these years.
“Yeah, touch yourself.” And she does. She fucking slides her naughty finger into her core and pulls it back out. It goes right to her mouth, and she smiles. Fuck, I want to kiss her, to taste her, to make her scream my name. It’s been my dream since I was fourteen years old when Ellie brought Sophie home.
“Arghhhh.” I’m close. My hand is sliding up and down my shaft like it is its only job in life. My hips buck as I imagine myself pounding into Sophie with her arched back and my hand tangled in her hair. My release comes, it’s hot and rapid. I turn into my pillow and groan loudly.
Breathing heavily, it takes me five, maybe ten minutes to recover. I clean up as best as I can and go to my door, opening it quietly to make sure my sister isn’t lurking before running into the bathroom and hopping into the shower.
I’m quick, washing everything and trying not to think about my fantasy because if I do, I’ll be hard again and will need to take care of the situation. Back in my room, I find a clean pair of shorts in one of my boxes and slip those on. No need to get dressed because I’m going to take my Wrangler over to the beach today and hit the waves. I need to exert some energy.
When I get upstairs, my sister is at the table, playing on her phone. I know I’m going to regret this, but after what I just did, I have no choice. “I’ll take her,” I say as I walk away.
3
Sophie
I think I drank way too much last night. Waking up with a raging headache isn’t my idea of fun. Then again, when I think of what Ellie and I did, I can’t help but smile. It felt good tossing Warren’s things in his front yard last night. Yeah, it was also a little childish, but again, it felt amazing. Especially when I made sure his pink boxers were on full display. There’s nothing wrong with men wearing pink, but Warren just looked like a douchebag in it. It’s crazy how a breakup can make you see things more clearly.
My phone rings and I already know who it’s going to be. I look down and there’s Ellie’s name. I quickly grab the TV remote and hit pause on the movie I’m watching. Hallmark now has Valentine’s day themed movies out and I can’t get enough of them. If only love was really like the way you saw it on TV.
“Hey, Ellie,” I say, answering the call.
She snickers in that mischievous way of hers. “How ya feeling?”
“Pretty good,” I lie, wishing my headache would go away.
“Glad to hear it. Are you dressed?”
I look down at my Chapel Hill sweatshirt and matching Tarheel pajama pants. “In my jammies, why? You coming over? I have Hallmark on.”
She bursts out laughing. “Not exactly. My brother is though.”
“What?” I shout, jumping to my feet. “What do you mean he’s coming over?” Heart racing, I rush into my bedroom. My hair’s a mess and I have zero makeup on. Not exactly the way I wanted to see him for the first time. Pressing the speaker button, I toss my phone on the bed. I almost trip as I hurry into my bathroom to wash my face. There’s not enough time to wait for the water to get warm so I hold my breath as the cold water splashes against me.