Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

Fuck. The pool. Memories from last night come pouring back, and I shift to adjust my morning wood. To be honest, I hadn’t planned on nearly drowning my stepbrother and then jerking him off when I found him yesterday. But life’s a lot easier to deal with if I go with the flow instead of fighting it, so here we are, I guess. In Huck’s bed. With a massive boner at the memory of the sound he made right before he came. Jesus. What the fuck had I been thinking? Well, that’s just it. I hadn’t been thinking, had I? Not with the right head, anyway. One look at Huck’s glowing skin and damp curls was enough to push me into insanity, apparently. What’s wrong with me? He mumbles something in his sleep, moaning low, and I feel it go straight to my balls. I’m horny as fuck right now. Did I like what I did to him last night? Hell yeah. Hottest experience of my life. Never given a handjob before, but the way he turned to putty in my hands tells me that I did just fine. If the roles had been reversed, though? If he’d been the one to slip his hands into my pants instead? Pulling my cock out, I stroke myself slowly next to Huck’s sleeping body, imagining his hand instead of mine. I picture him gripping me, his lips on mine like I was the answer to his salvation. A bead of precum forms at my tip, and I roll my thumb over it as the fantasy in my head changes. I see Huck on his knees now, kneeling with my cock in his mouth, those big brown eyes looking up at me while I thrust into his throat— Th...