Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three

by T. M. Frazier

  “Uh, Preppy? Why do I have to hose off outside?” Kevin asked, taking off his boots.

  “Because Dre spent all weekend re-grouting the tile in that bathroom. Ain’t no way I’m going to let you dirty up her new white grout with your blood, so strip down,” I said.

  “Thanks for today, Prep. I mean it. I...I never had someone do that for me before. It was cool, man.”

  “I’ll bill you later,” I joked as Kevin took off the rest of his clothes.

  I turned the handle on the house to the left and the pipes hissed to life as water filled the hose. “Okay, let’s do this,” I said, turning back to Kevin. I was about to spray him clean when I paused with my finger on an entirely different kind of trigger than earlier.

  “Holy shit,” I muttered, staring at Kevin and his now naked body.

  “Dude, what?” Kevin asked, looking down to see where I was staring. “What the fuck are you staring at?”

  Kevin had occasionally done something that reminded me of myself, but next to a DNA test, I still had no valid proof he was my brother. Nothing that connected us as family.

  Until now.

  “Dude, you’re creeping me out,” Kevin said, reaching for his shorts.

  Before he could pull them back on I dropped the hose and bee-lined toward him, wrapping him in a bear hug. “You really are my brother.”

  “Huh?” Kevin asked, standing as still as a statue.

  “Shhhh...just let me love you.”

  “What exactly is going on out here?” Dre asked from the porch, flipping on the light. I still didn’t let go.

  “He’s my brother. I’m sure of it now,” I informed her.

  “I have no idea what’s going on,” Kevin said, wiggling free from my grip.

  “Oh yeah?” Dre asked, amusement in her sleepy tone. She yawned and cinched the sash of the sexy little robe she was wearing that showed off those amazing legs of hers. “How are you so sure?”

  I stepped back and pointed down to Kevin’s massive cock. “Because of that!”

  Dre’s sweet laughter filled the air. I picked up the hose again and started to spray Kevin down. “Shit man, that’s cold!” he shouted, dancing around in the grass. “And are you gonna fill me in on what exactly she’s laughing at?”

  “That,” I informed him, spraying his crotch with water. “Because I just found more proof that we’re brothers than the fact that we think we both were shot out of the same cunt.” I grinned from ear to ear.

  “Okay? And what’s that?” Kevin asked. I turned off the hose and Dre tossed him a towel.

  I dropped my eyes to the huge slab of man meat between Kevin’s legs. “From the waist down we’re not just brothers, we’re fucking twinsies.”

  “Uh, what the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin asked, putting his shorts back on.

  “Quick,” I said. “Tell me something. How do you feel about pancakes?”

  Kevin shivered. “Honestly, I’m more of a waffle kind of guy.”

  Dre gasped.

  I shut my eyes tightly, clenching my fists at my side. I cracked my neck and slowly turned to face him. I opened my eyes. “What the fuck did you just say to me, boy? You better start running.”

  “Wait, what?” Kevin asked, taking a step back and tripping over the sprinkler. He stood up and bolted through the gate. I chased him through the field while Dre looked on and laughed.

  “I take it all back! You’re not my brother!” I shouted, tackling him to the ground and sitting on his chest.

  “What the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin said, squirming under me.

  “You and I need to have a serious fucking talk.” I leaned down until my nose was almost touching his. “About the abomination that is waffles.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Preppy

  I know Dre was probably confused by my note. All it had said was to meet me at the water tower and she was probably wondering why the fuck I asked her to meet me here, but there was no doubt in my mind she’d come.

  I smiled as I heard the ladder rattle, shortly after a delicate hand appeared and then Dre pulled herself up and it took me a second to register the fucking walking sex that was my wife.

  I’d been rendered dumb. For the first few seconds all I could do was stare. I hadn’t even realized my mouth was hanging open until Dre walked up to me and gently touched the bottom of my jaw, shutting it for me.

  The first thing that caught my attention were her lips. She’d painted them her signature bright red. Big and glossy. My cock ached and that was before I’d taken in the rest of her.

  “What do you...” she started, but I put my hand in the air to stop her.

  “Shhhhh, just let me look at you for a minute,” I said. I took a step back so I could do just that. She was goddamned perfect. She had a blue bandana tied in a knot at the top like a headband. Her shiny dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, curled under at the bottom. She wore a tight black skirt that was high wasted with big silver buttons on the front that made her amazing legs look even longer. Her top wasn’t so much a top and more like something you wore under a top. It was blue and black, strapless. Tight around her little waist with a blue strip of ribbon laced down the middle, tied together at the top in a silky blue bow like she was a present and I was a kid who just wanted to tear open the wrapping and get to what was underneath. She wore pearls in each ear with a matching strand around her neck and a thick black cuff around her wrist.

  “What are you...?” she started to ask, but I interrupted her again by placing a finger over her lips. They parted and she darted out her tongue to lick me. TEASE me.

  “I’m not done looking at you yet,” I said. Raking my eyes over her shapely calves and then down to her feet, which were bare. She held up the back platform pumps with the bows along the back in her hand.

  “I couldn’t exactly climb in these but I wanted to wear them since I haven’t worn them in a long time,” she said when she noticed what I was looking at.

  “In a little while, they’re going to be all you’re wearing,” I warned.

  Dre’s blush deepened from a pink to a scarlet red. She sucked in a breath, which pushed out her chest. The swells of her perfect tits peeked out over the neckline of her top. My mouth watered and my cock twitched.

  Dre was everything any man could ever want.

  But she was all MINE.

  I groaned and took a step back from her, needing the distance to remember my plan. “As much as I want to put my hands and mouth all over you right now,” I swallowed hard, barely able to keep my control. “There is something I want to give you first.”

  “I have something for you too,” she said.

  “Well, by all means, you first,” I said, making a grand sweeping motion with my hand.

  She smiled and curtsied. “Why thank you.” She looked down to her wrist then back up to me like she was second guessing something. Finally, she took a deep breath and unsnapped the black cuff from her wrist. She held up her arm and my eyes grew so wide I thought they’d fall out of my head.

  “Do you like it?” she asked nervously, biting her lip.

  “Do I...” I started, my eyes unable to believe what I was seeing. I grabbed her wrist and held it up so I could make sure what I was seeing was real. Dre had gotten a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. And not just ANY tattoo...it was a bow tie. It was feminine, gray and black. VERY Dre. “No, I don’t like it,” I said with a shake of my head. “I fucking love it.”

  She smiled and bounced on her heels.

  “Ray?” I asked.

  “Nope, King did it. Said that he’s been staring at your bow ties most of his life so he could do it the most justice without making it look too masculine.”

  She squealed when I pulled her into me and covered her lips with mine. I didn’t think my heart could grow any more but it was swelling in my chest until it felt like it was going to burst. With my tongue tangling with hers, I’d almost forgotten my purpose for the second time when Dre pulled back.

  “You
r turn,” she breathed.

  “I don’t know if I can top that,” I said, scratching my chin. I kissed her on the lips softly. “But I’ll sure as shit try.”

  Dre gasped when she saw the little black box in my hand.

  She started to cry when I got down on one knee.

  Dre

  I didn’t know what to expect when Preppy said he had something for me but I didn’t expect him to drop to one knee. “I know we’re already legally married, but we both know you never intended to really marry me, but even when I was being a stubborn asshole all those years ago, you’ve always been mine.”

  Preppy opened the box and my hand shot up to cover my mouth. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen. The band was silver or platinum with a large round black diamond in the center and triangular shaped diamonds on each side. “It seems we both have bow-ties for each other today,” he said with a laugh.

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. I was stunned in place.

  “When we first met, your timing was all wrong,” Preppy said.

  “Why was that?” I asked.

  “Because you were trying to jump, but it wasn’t time yet. Now, I think it’s time for a different kind of leap, one we can make together.” He slipped the ring onto my trembling finger. “So what do you say, Doc? You wanna do this right this time? You wanna jump with me?”

  Tears streamed down my face. All I could manage was a nod. Preppy stood and lifted me into his arms. My legs went around his waist and he sat down with his back against the tower, me straddling his lap. All the effort I spent getting ready was out the window in about thirty seconds as we tore at each other’s hair and clothes. I was screaming his name not long after that. While he thrust inside me he kept kissing the new tattoo on my wrist and then my new ring, smiling like he couldn’t believe it was all real until we came together. Clawing at each other’s skin like we couldn’t get close enough.

  Because we couldn’t.

  ****

  “Why is it that you don’t need to hurt me when we have sex anymore?” I whimpered. We’d just come down from our orgasms and I was admiring my new ring, holding it up as the moonlight flashed on the diamonds. Preppy was behind me, kissing my bare shoulder his fingers tracing lazy circles over my clit. “Because it’s okay if you need to. I get it. I do.”

  “I know you get it. You’re the only one who really does.” Preppy gazed deeply into my eyes in a way that only he could. In a way that told me that he could see right through me. “Baby,” he groaned. I moaned in response. Maybe because he called me baby. Maybe because he began to stroke me harder. Faster. “Just because I don’t need to hurt you to get off, doesn’t mean that the pain isn’t there.”

  Pressure began to build deep inside of me. “What...what do you mean?” I said, panting with need.

  Preppy placed his other hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. “Dre, when I look at you, when I touch you. I love you so much it fucking HURTS,” he said against my neck, the vibration of his words had my nipples standing at firm attention all over again.

  “I don’t want you to hurt,” I said, although I knew exactly what he meant because I felt the same. I had so much love for him it made my chest swell to the point where I thought I might break inside. Preppy looked down between us to where his swollen cock bobbed with his every move. The head thick and purple, throbbing and glistening at the tip, dripping with his own need. “No, Doc, it hurts, but it’s the best kind of pain.” Preppy’s eyes were half-lidded. A devilish smirk played on his lips. “Look, it hurts so bad even my cock is crying.”

  I returned his smile, looking up at him through my lashes. I licked my lips. Preppy groaned, placing his hands on both sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair. I pushed him to his back and crawled down his body, giving a quick lick to the tip of his cock, which pulsed in response. I watched his expression darken as he watched me kiss and lick my way around his thick shaft. “Fuck,” he cursed. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

  “If your cock’s crying, then I’m licking the tears away,” I said, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around to taste his salty pre-cum. I moaned, the sound shot straight between my legs.

  Preppy dug his hands into my hair deeper, pulling, holding me with more force. His abs flexed as I took more and more of him into my mouth, lightly sucking as I circled my lips around the soft skin of his extremely hard shaft.

  I pulled back and softly blew on his wet cock. All the muscles in his arms tensed. His hips bucked into the air. His mouth fell open as he gazed down at me with a lust filled expression I know mirrored my own. “Any better?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft.

  Preppy shook his head. “No, not better. I think it’s fucking worse,” he ground out, looking as if he were in pain.

  “How so?” I asked, stroking him from root to tip with a slight twist at the top.

  Preppy hissed. “Because I want to fuck you again, but now I also don’t ever want my cock to be anywhere besides that beautiful mouth ever again. Those fucking red lips. Jesus fucking Christ, Doc. I thought I’d already died, but you’re the one killing me.”

  “You mean like this?” I asked, taking him into my mouth again. Further this time. Preppy had a monster cock and although I used to think he was joking when he said that it was the honest truth. There was no way I’d be able to take all of him but I did the best I could, taking him until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Giving him all I could because I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

  “Holy fucking, shit,” Preppy groaned, holding onto the ground for support with one hand, the other still fisted in my hair. The next few sentences that came out of his mouth were incoherent because I began to slide him out and then back again, using my hand on the part of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t reach. Over and over again I stroked and sucked him with my tongue, squeezing him with my lips and hollowing out my cheeks so my mouth was wrapped as tightly around him as possible.

  I used my other hand to reach around him and squeeze his ass cheek, pulling him in closer, holding him to me. I released him and pulled him back again, letting him know it was okay to move. He nodded, and bit his bottom lip, watching as he began to thrust his hips upward into my mouth then slowly pulling back out, groaning as he repeated the motion.

  Over and over again he thrust forward and pulled back. I braced myself with my other hand on his ass and again he held my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. Harder and harder until tears were flowing down my cheeks. I watched as the cords in his neck strained with his every movement. I felt his ass muscles tense and watched as his entire body tightened and his cock hardened in my mouth before spurts of warmth shot from him, deep into my throat. Preppy threw his head back and in the sexiest most animalistic roar he came and came and came until I thought I couldn’t swallow one more drop of his salty release.

  He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the floor without pulling his pants back up. He pulled me down with him and wrapped his arms around my back. “I think I just broke a promise to you,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. Our chests heaving together in unison.

  “What promise?” I asked, confused.

  He tucked me in closer, laying a palm over my breast. “The one where I said I wouldn’t die again,” he chuckled. “‘Cause, Doc, I’m pretty sure you just fucking killed me.”

  I made a move to stand up, still dizzy with lust and unsteady on my feet. Preppy pulled me back down and flipped me onto my back. “I’m not done with you, not even close,” he groaned, pushing my legs apart, spreading them wide as he licked his lips and appraised me. His gaze touching every part of my body. My insides clenched and I felt the wetness pump from my pussy, dripping down into my ass crack.

  Preppy saw it too. He looked from between my legs to my face. “Fuck me,” he said running his hands up my body as he positioned himself over me and thrust inside in one long hard push.

  I felt so full.
His cock inside me felt warm and my body squeezed him, pulling him into me further. My nipples tightened and my skin felt alive as he pulled out and thrust back in using the same speed he had when his cock was in my mouth. He surprised me when he reached underneath me, lifting my hips so he could thrust even deeper. I cried out and he groaned.

  He pulled out, just briefly, to dip two fingers inside me, wetting them. He pushed back inside me at the same time he fingered the tight circle of my back entrance, wetting it before pressing inside. “I want to fuck you here,” he groaned.

  He pulled out and flipped me over suddenly, slapping my ass with such force my eyes watered but I didn’t have time to process the sting of pain because a new kind of pain had begun. The delicious pain of Preppy sliding his cock inside my ass.

  The only time I’d ever had anal was when I was with Preppy and Bear at the same time and it was Bear who penetrated my back door. Not Preppy. But I didn’t remember much about that part of it. It