Ian frowned as he squinted to get a better look. But it was too late. Two of his brothers, being closer in proximity to his mother, had already jumped up and snatched the offending garment.
As they spread out the material between them, Dayton gave a low whistle.
“These are fucking sexy, Ian! Looks like baby brother likes himself a full-figured woman.” Derek batted his eyes at his little brother. “Unless… These can’t be yours, can they? I could have sworn that you were more of an autumn color.”
Ian drove for the panties, but Davis was faster. “Looks like little Ian has either taken up cross-dressing or he is holding out on us.”
Ian’s face flushed with color. “I’m not a cross-dresser!”
Derek laid a sympathetic arm on his brother’s shoulders. “We would still love you Ian, no matter what. Besides, it’s no secret that Mom always hoped you had been a girl.”
Bridget bristled. “I would never say that. I love my boys.”
The boys answered in unison. “You always say that.”
She huffed. “That is ridiculous! And for the record, Ian, I didn’t think they were yours!”
Ian scowled at his brothers before sending his mama another blinding smile. “Thanks mom, that is more than I can say for these bags of dicks.”
“I mean,” Bridget babbled on, “it wouldn’t matter either way, sweetheart. But if they are—and I know you said they aren’t yours—but if they are, we are going to need a larger size. Your testicles need room to breathe.”
Davis, Derek, Dayton, Duke, and Dennis were laughing so hard that somebody farted, and Frank decided it was time to water the weeds in the garden. He left without a second glance. Sometimes you just had to get the hell out of Dodge.
“They aren’t my fucking panties,” Ian yelled out across the commotion. “Shit, Mom!”
Bridget’s ire began to rise again. “Watch your tone, young man! Just because you are coming out doesn’t mean you can get all sassy.”
Dennis wiped the tears from his cheeks as Davis flopped onto the table, nearly upsetting the homemade jelly.
Dayton sat back down and began eating his cereal again. Or maybe it was Derek’s. Dayton really didn’t care one way or the other.
A bell rang, indicating the back door had opened. A rustle of footsteps followed by the slamming of the door brought a beautiful young lady squeezed into a pair of cut off shorts and a tiny tank top that barely contained her double d’s.
“Hey, Mrs. J!” Haley said happily. “I hoped you would still be having breakfast, I’m starved!”
Bridget, snatching the thong up in her tongs again, managed to wave them toward the fixings. “Help yourself, Haley, you know where everything is.”
Haley nodded and began to fill a plate. Mid-pour, she focused on what Bridget was holding and let out a loud gasp. “Wait a minute, are those Cherrise Maud? Those are mine! I have been looking for those panties everywhere. They cost me a mint. Where did you find them?”
All eyes widened as they took in this new information. It wasn’t any secret that Haley and Ian were the worst of enemies. Growing up next door to one another, they had been feuding for what felt like forever.
“These are your panties?” Bridget said slowly. “Yours? But Haley…”
Ian knew when to cut his losses. He tried to stand but his mama was faster.
“Sit your ass down, Ian!”
His ass… sat.
“Do you want to explain yourself?” Bridget asked in a deceptively cool tone.
Haley, clearly recognizing her mistake, turned away from her half-poured bowl and attempted to make an escape. But Duke stepped in front of her, crossing his arms and giving her a superior raised brow. There was nothing she could do. It was time to face the music. Turning on her heel, she glanced up and saw that Ian was staring at her.
From there Haley looked to Ian’s brothers, who were grinning from ear to ear. It seemed to her as if the boys knew that Bridget was about to go all Animal Planet on their asses and become the mother that ate her young. It was simply good fortune that they had prime seats to the event. Really there was only one thing that Ian could do.
He stood up and snatched the panties with one hand and yanked Haley against his side with the other. Then using his linebacker skills to his advantage, Ian shoved Duke out of his way and raced down the hallway with Haley in tow and his mother scrambling to get past Duke.
It was a bold move but when the lock slid home on his bedroom door and his arms full of the woman that made his cock throb, it was all worth it.
“Open this door, Ian!” His mother pounded on the thick wooden door.
Ian tossed the panties behind him and pressed his mouth against Haley’s, swallowing her weak protest. Once their lips met there was no going back. Haley moaned into his kiss, her body becoming more pliable by the second.
“You are a disgrace to the Johnson family name!” Bridget scolded, but it was rather muffled through the thick door and Ian had found the hem of Haley’s t-shirt. “Damn it, Ian! None of this would be happening if you had been born a girl like you were supposed to be!”
Haley broke the kiss. “I am so fucking glad you aren’t a girl.”
Ian groaned as she rubbed up against his erection. “So am I, Baby. So am I.”
His hand found the front of her jeans and he rubbed against her aching clit.
She bit her plump lower lip and widened her stance.
“What do you say we give my mama something to really get mad about?” Ian’s gravelly voice made her pussy wet with need.
“I thought you would never ask!” She grabbed the button of his jeans and wrenched it open.
But wait a minute, we are getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?
Chapter One
Two Weeks Before
Haley Wheat sat on her mama’s back porch sipping her sweet tea and ogling Ian Johnson, son of Frank and Bridget Johnson, and tormentor of her soul.
“I think you missed the corner, Sugar!” she called out and motioned for him to go back and redo the last turn.
Ian looked ready to kill her, and it only made Haley’s smile widen. He did look rather adorable in his secondhand pink bra and booty shorts. It wasn’t Ian’s usual uniform of black basketball shorts and little else.
If Haley were being honest, she would concede that Ian’s choice in casual wear was often her favorite. The only thing better would be if he would wear nothing at all. How else was a girl to see his sculpted chest, chiseled abs, and that deliciously wicked vee of his hips? However, the ridiculous outfit that he was currently wearing did manage to show his rather impressive package to advantage.
“Ian, you need to change the bag!”
The push mower he was using hadn’t been in regular action since the early eighties. It was rusted and near to collapse. Not only that, but it required that he dump the clippings every few passes and that required him leaning over and showing his gorgeous tight ass.
Haley knew he wanted to tear her head off, but she grinned unrepentantly and waved her fingers. “Hurry, we have loads to do before you are done.”
One might ask themselves why a man of his size and stature would ever find themselves at the will of his neighbor and long-time nemesis Haley Wheat.
He had always said that Haley was the very devil himself. Long hair the color of honey and bright blue eyes, thick thighs that didn’t need any introduction, and a pair of tits that literally have made grown men weep. Haley was the very epitome of a southern belle. Despite the haters of her plus size figure, Haley had won the Fairmont County Beauty Contest three years running. The only reason she stopped was that the other contestants said it wasn’t fair for her to run four years in a row. Obviously, if she ran, she would win. The girls in town had never been very nice to Haley because of it. They ended up using the terrible ‘F’ word in describing her.
Haley was a big girl. There was no two ways around it. But that never had interfered with her confidence. She had grown up right next door to Ian
Johnson. She had been in his kindergarten class and tried to force him to eat glue. She had been in his sixth-grade recess when he kissed Sheila Davenport and their braces got locked together.
No matter what Ian did he couldn’t escape from her clutches. It wasn’t that Haley wanted him for herself—that would be too easy. Haley loved to pick at Ian until he completely lost his cool. In high school, things began to change for Ian and Haley.
She never did grow an inch past five foot four, where Ian grew into a massive hulk of a man much like his older brothers. The Johnson men were something of a legend around town.
The ladies and girls alike would stop and stare when one of them passed, all over six feet tall and ripped from numerous hours spent in the family’s home gym.
Haley had spent many a lazy afternoon lounging in her yard watching one or the other wash their muscle cars or do some yard work for their mama Bridget.
However, it was only Ian that caused her temperature to rise and her pulse to jump. Sure, she appreciated his brothers’ magnificent forms, but it didn’t get her panties wet. Not like Ian Johnson. That son of a bitch was lethal to Haley.
When they were in third grade, he announced to the whole class that she was wearing boy’s underwear. It wasn’t her fault that they didn’t make Spider-Man panties. And then in the seventh grade, he yelled out to her in homeroom that there was a big red blotch on her butt.
What a way to start womanhood.
Haley hated Ian with a passion. He was a conceited, immature, hot as hell ladies’ man who didn’t give two shits about anyone but himself. Of all of Bridget’s boys, Ian was by far the most arrogant.
He walked around like he was God’s gift to womankind and laughed as they willingly took their clothes off.
Haley made it her mission to make him as miserable as he made her. The practical jokes through the years became legendary. Snakes in the bed and spiders in your hair was child’s play when compared to what Ian and Haley had willingly done to each other.
One summer she had Kool-Aid blue hair after Ian had mixed the sugary drink into her shampoo without her knowing. That was quickly followed up by Haley coating Vaseline all over his new car. They had no limits or boundaries that they didn’t dare cross. Haley went online and signed up for every sexually transmitted disease newsletter and information packet she could find and sent them all to Ian with his name proudly as the receiver.
The Johnson brothers were always willing to pitch in a hand for Haley. After all, just ribbing only builds character, right?
So, at the fireman’s ball, Ian’s current profession, all the brothers helped Haley buy baby Ian for the impressive price of four thousand and twelve dollars. It was all for charity. After all, they needed the money at the firehouse, they reasoned.
And hence, that was why Ian was currently in his ridiculous ensemble doing whatever Haley asked for three hours.
Chapter Two
Ian had thought that he hated her before, but as Haley sat on that swing in her cut-off shorts and frilly tank top, he was devising a way to kill her—or fuck her and then kill her. Haley had this wickedly lush body that wouldn’t quit. It was hard—quite literally. And it didn’t help that in his current situation nothing was being left to imagination.
He had to admit, even if it was only to himself, that she had gotten him good. He felt almost naked in the booty shorts; they left nothing to the imagination. And the bra wasn’t even covering his nipples, not that it would have helped. His chest was tight and hard. The cups kept riding up and getting stuck in his armpits.
Throughout the entire affair, Haley sipped her sweet tea and called out extra things for him to do that would show off parts of his body.
Ian knew that he was built and that the ladies could hardly resist him. But this was the first time that he felt objectified by a woman. When the last strip of lawn was mowed, Ian was to his limit.
“Do you want to start weeding, next?” she called out in a sugary sweet tone.
Enough was enough. Ian turned to Haley and unclasped the pink bra. He walked toward the porch, twirling it on his finger until he was close enough to throw it at her face.
Haley frowned. “You aren’t done yet!”
Ian then turned so that she had a full view of his ass and began to tug the tight booty shorts off his muscular frame.
Haley’s breath caught as a hint of the glorious ass peeked at her and then was magnificently revealed.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathless and horrified at the same time.
Ian turned around and she got the first glimpse ever of the cock that had inspired the female masses of their town to fall into bed with him one after another.
He was long and thick, leaning slightly to the left. The longer she stared the more it grew. Forget butterflies in the stomach, Haley had elephants tramping around in there.
Her eyes were wide with wonder and her pink tongue came out to wet her bottom lip that suddenly felt terribly dry.
“I am done being your slave, Haley.” Ian threw the booty shorts at her and she caught them right before they too smacked her face.
“I have another hour,” she said hoarsely.
“Find another man to take your crap,” Ian spat. He was about to walk away, head held proud because he knew he was the shit. But there was something in the way she was looking at him.
Raw need and hunger like he had never seen before. It was torture for his dick who was screaming at him to get the hell over there and start the party.
But this was Haley—bitchy and totally without a heart Haley. He had to be reading her wrong.
Ian couldn’t help but notice the way her nipples were hard points against her tank top. The sweet tea had been set aside, and suddenly Ian found himself to be awfully thirsty.
He walked up the steps of the porch and snagged the icy cold drink. Then without so much as a by your leave, he gulped down every drop.
In the process, he might have been standing directly in front of Haley, his dick level with her face.
What happened next, he never could have guessed. And for a moment he wondered if she was going to bite him.
But her lips closed around his length and Haley sucked him in deep.
“Shit.” Ian dropped the glass and grabbed the side of the swing to steady himself. His other hand sank into her honey blonde hair.
She was surprisingly gentle as she lavished his cock with her tongue. It felt like an out of body experience, this girl intent on ruining his life was now giving him the blow job of the ages.
She moaned and sucked him deep, pumping with her other hand so that not an inch of him was untouched.
“Haley,” he moaned her name; couldn’t help himself. And it only seemed to spur her on. She sucked him until he couldn’t see straight, and his legs were threatening to dissolve, and then he was coming.
His cock emptied into her mouth, as he thrust his hips again and again.
Haley licked him clean.
Ian had never seen anything so sexy in her life. When he took his thumb to wipe away a bit of cum, she sucked it into her mouth. He’d be damned if his cock didn’t twitch to life all over again.
Not wanting to waste the moment, Ian leaned down and picked Haley up. Before she could protest, his lips sealed against hers.
Fire broke out across Haley’s skin as she kissed the arrogant bastard who had been a staple in her life for as long as she could remember. She knew that she was likely far too heavy for him to lift. But hell, he wasn’t complaining and she wasn’t about to stop him from ravishing her. He nipped at her lips, kissed her hard and deep. This wasn’t a boy. Ian Johnson was all man.
Her fingers sank into his hair and she gave as good as she got.
“Inside, my room.”
It had been a long time since Ian had been inside the Wheat house, but he knew which room Haley’s was. There were some things he didn’t think he would ever forget. All of those nights he spent jacking off to her face only to hate himse
lf after because there was no way she would ever want him.
But she did want him. Haley was devouring him, and she wanted more. They crashed into her bedroom and she yanked the drawer of her nightstand out, causing all the trinkets to crash to the floor.
Grinning, she grabbed a roll of condoms and threw them at him.
Then like the perfect porn star she removed her clothes, revealing every creamy inch of her perfect body.
Chapter Three
Ian slammed into her tight core and they both moaned long and loud. She was impossibly tight or he was unexceptionally huge. Either way, it felt like hell and heaven in the same breath.
Haley thrust her hips up and begged him to take her. She couldn’t take a moment more of the silence. Ian grabbed her hips and began to thrust slow and steady at first, advancing into hurried and sloppy strokes and they raced closer and closer toward oblivion.
“Ian,” she screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, coating his cock and causing him to come again just as hard as he had the first time.
Ian could feel her amazing tits against his bare chest and couldn’t help but wonder how right this all felt. How could that be?
“I’m sorry I made you wear that crazy outfit and bossed you around,” she said in a low voice.
It was the first time they had ever apologized to one another.
“No, you’re not. Besides, it was pretty funny.” Ian gave her a crooked smile that melted her heart even further. “I am sorry I left your vibrator on your parent’s bed.”
Haley barked out a laugh. “I had forgotten about that. You really are terrible!”
His eyes were intent on hers. “I haven’t forgotten anything that has happened between us.”
Haley’s heart thundered in her chest. She had wanted Ian for as long as she could remember. But what if this was just a one-time thing? What if he didn’t want anything more from her?
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Haley warned him with narrow eyes.
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