Iwrap a towel around my waist and wander out of the bathroom to the sight ofPollypropped up on a pile of white pillows, with the white duvet pulled up just enough to cover the perfect breastsIwould never tire of teasing with my tongue.
Maybeit’s a good thingIdecided on the towel because there’s a whole lot of standing to attention and not much dangling going on.
“Thereyou are,” she says, looking so serene with a contented smile and hair splayed out either side of her on the pillow mountain.
Ihead over to a row of cabinets and open a door that conceals a fridge.“Thirsty?”Ishow her a jug of water packed with berries and sliced fruits.
“Looksgood.AndIdon’t mean just the water.”Shewiggles her eyebrows.
“Ifyou’ve never had semi-naked waiter service before, you’ve never lived.”
Igrab two glasses from the side, fill them up, and hand one to her.
Iturn my back asIdrop the towel and cover my eager-for-a-second-round dick with the duvet asIslide back into bed beside her.
Sheturns to face me, her cheek against the pillow, and reaches up to draw a slow circle on my shoulder with her finger.Ashudder runs through me—partially because her finger’s chilly from resting on the glass, and partially because my body finds it impossible not to react to even the slightest touch from her.
“So, tell me,” she says. “What’sthe long story about why the cousin who owns this place is more like a brother?”
Idip my finger in my drink and swirl the fruit.Itcouldn’t do any harm to tell her.Imean, it’s not like it’s a secret.Ijust don’t usually talk about family stuff.But,IsupposeIdo know plenty about hers.
“There’snot only him.Hehas a brother too.”Ijab my finger at a slice of strawberry. “Theirparents died in a car accident when they were kids.So, my mom and dad took them in and raised them with me and my two brothers.”
“Shit.Howsad.”Polly’sbrow pinches with concern. “That’swhy you’re all so close?”
“Yeah.Whenwe were kids, someone referred to us as ‘brousins’.Youknow, like a cross between brothers and cousins.Andit kind of stuck.Soyeah, we’re not five brothers, but we are five brousins.”
“Cute.”Shetrails her finger down my arm, making the hairs stand on end. “Raisingfive boys must have been quite the task.”
“Myparents, particularly my mom, are the most patient peopleIknow.Thatgene definitely skipped me.”
“Theyprobably had nannies and stuff, though, right?”
Andthere we go—the same preconception every new personImeet has—that ifIhave money now,Imust have always had it.
Ipull the slice of strawberry from my drink and rest it, dripping, against her lips.Shetakes it between her teeth and pulls it into her mouth asIrun my wet finger along her full, pink, lower lip, making it glisten from the moisture.
AsI’mabout to lean down to lick it, she takes my finger in her mouth, circles her tongue around it, and sucks it clean.Thetip of my rock-hard cock shifts against my bare stomach.
“Goon,” she says. “Didyou forget you were telling me about your family?”
“Suckmy finger like that again andI’llforget my own name.”Itap the end of her irresistible nose with it and take a breath. “Anyway, no.Myfamily’s not like that.Iwent to college on scholarships, andIate a plate of revolting animal parts to get my first business, remember?”
“Ithought maybe that was just because you’re independent and wanted to make your own way.”
“Nope.Well,Iam independent.Likeyou.Butmy dad was aBostoncity bus driver.”
“Really?”Herhead jerks off the pillow.That’sobviously not what she was expecting.
Irun my finger around from her forehead to her cheekbone and push a few errant strands of hair off her surprised face. “AfterWalkerandTommoved in,Momstarted cleaning for people in our apartment building, so she could bring in extra cash but still be close by for us.”
“Wow.”Shelooks around the room. “Butyou andWalkerseem to have done all right for yourselves.”
“Allfive of us have.Mymiddle brother,Connor, has a toy company.Thetypes of toys that help kids learn stuff.Elliot, the youngest, has a tech business with myCaliforniacousin.”
“IstheCaliforniaguy the one marrying the hippie?”
Inod. “AndWalker’sbrother,Tom, has a music label inLondon.Hewent there to stay with family when he was sixteen.He’dbeen going off the rails a bit, so my parents thought it would be good for him to get away for the summer vacation.Andit worked.Hepulled himself together, and ended up loving it there so much he stayed.Thesedays, it’sConnorwho’s the one busy ruining his own life.”
