“I’m fiiiiiine,” Kevin moaned, dropping his elbows onto the grass almost like he was fighting the need to lie down.
“Yeah, you look it,” I said, rolling my eyes. Stubborn son-of-a-bitch.
Behind me I heard Dre shuffling the kids inside the house.
“You want us to carry him in?” Rev asked, resting his hands on his belt.
“We’re good here,” I said. “Thanks.” The bikers left the yard to go back to their posts at the front of the house.
“Anything broken?” I asked, squatting down next to Kevin.
“Just my spirit, my pride,” he groaned. I grabbed him by the elbows and pulled him up into a sitting position. He winced and hissed through his teeth. “And maybe my collarbone.”
“Well, there’s good news and bad news,” I started. “The bad news is that there ain’t shit you can do about a broken collarbone. I know, because I broke mine twice and had mine broken twice more.” I paused. “Do you want to hear the good news?”
“Suuuuuuure,” Kevin sang, looking up at me through his one eye that wasn’t swollen shut.
“The good news is that you CAN do something about your broken spirit and pride.”
I lit two cigarettes and passed one to Kevin. “Oh yeah? And how exactly do I do that?”
I leaned in close. “You can start by telling me who the fuck did this to you.”
Kevin’s face reddened with embarrassment as he told me the story of how he’d been robbed by a trio of douchebags over The Causeway he’d met up with thinking they wanted to buy weed. The guys were having a ‘boy’s weekend.’ Apparently, this ‘boy’s weekend’ included jacking my little brother of his stash, his bike, then beating the shit out of him for funsies.
Kevin would be sore as shit for the next few days, but he’d survive.
Too bad I couldn’t say the same for the douchebags.
“Can you walk?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Kevin groaned as I helped him stand. “I think so.”
“Good, then let’s go,” I said.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s time for another lesson,” I said. “Except this time you’ll be the one teaching it.”
“What kind of lesson?”
“The most important one.” I was already unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, rolling them up above my elbows. I pulled my gun from my pants and shoved it into Kevin’s surprised hands. I clapped him on the shoulder. “You don’t fuck with Samuel Clearwater.”
****
We were on the beach watching the three bitches who jacked Kevin through an opening in the tall grass. It was dark, almost midnight, but the lights from the nearby hotel gave off just enough light to properly see our targets who were gathered around a small fire pit, drinking beers and laughing amongst themselves.
They wouldn’t be laughing long.
“What are you going to do?” Kevin asked.
“You’ll see. Just stay behind me for now.” I took off my shoes and carried them in my hands, strolling by them like I was any other citizen taking a stroll to feel the cool sand between their toes.
I’m not gonna lie, it did feel kind of spectacular.
I’d just about passed them when I spun my head back around. The three of them watched as I approached. “Hey, how you doing, man?” I asked enthusiastically. “It’s been so fucking long.”
In my head I’d given them names. Dickbag #1, #2, and #3.
Dickbag #1, who was standing with his leg propped up on a log like Captain fucking Morgan, looked over at me and squinted. “Um. Yeah, it has been while, man,” he said, confusion all over his face as he tried to place me.
“Come on in here, give your old friend a hug,” I said reaching for his hand and pulling him in for a bro hug. Except when he made a move to step back I reached for my gun and before he knew what was happening I pistol-whipped him across the side of the face, knocking him out cold. I covered my mouth with my hand. “Oops, I guess we didn’t know each other after all.”
“What the fuck?” Dickbag #2 said, standing up from his chair.
“You sit the fuck back down,” I ordered, training my gun on him. “Kevin, come on out here,” I called. Kevin stepped out of the shadows.
Dickbag #2 swore. “Fuck.”
“You guys have already met my brother, Kevin, right?” I asked, pointing my gun from one shivering dickbag to the other. “You guys must be from out of town,” I said.
Dickbag #3 shook his head. “No, we’re from Coral Pines.”
“Then you should fucking know better than to mess with me and mine,” I said.
“Who...who are you?” Dickbag #3 asked.
“Oh, shit, my bad. I didn’t introduce myself yet.” I cleared my throat. “Let’s start over. My name is Samuel Clearwater.”
“Oh shit!” Dickbag #2 yelled. He tried to make a run for it but before he could leap over the log he was sitting on I fired, landing a shot in the back of his thigh. He crumbled to the sand and pressed his hand over the wound, wailing like I’d just killed his mama. I rolled my eyes. “Shut the fuck up. I’ve been shot like,” I paused to count on my fingers. “Well, at least like three times and it doesn’t hurt that fucking bad. Don’t be a pussy. Take your punishment like a man.”
I turned to the Dickbag #3 “Tell him that being shot doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“I’ve never been...” he started. I fired one off, pegging him in the foot.
“Kevin, get your shit back,” I said.
Kevin opened the cooler and pulled out a bag of weed and a stack of cash. “Got it.”
“Now when this one wakes up, you two will need to tell him exactly how it feels,” I kicked Dickbag #1, rolling him over onto his back with my foot. “Ah, fuck it, I fired off a round into his arm. “He’ll find out when he comes to.”
I turned to Kevin. “Shit man, I can’t believe I’ve taken all the fun from your first revenge shooting for myself. Get your ass over here you knucklehead.” Kevin walked over to me and I passed him my gun. “You ever fired a gun before?”
Kevin shook his head.
“Dickbag #2, stand the fuck up,” I ordered. When he wouldn’t stand I stomped over and lifted him up, propping him back into his chair as he continued to carry on like being shot hurts that fucking bad. “I wonder if your parents know their son has a fucking vagina,” I muttered, making my way back over to Kevin.
“Okay, now you want to aim for his shin.” I stood behind Kevin and adjusted his hand on the gun. I lifted his arm so he was properly aimed at the target. “Stay exactly where you are,” I warned the Dickbag. “If you move even an inch he could easily hit you in the chest or head. That inch could mean the difference between an ouchie he’s hurt, and an oopsie, he’s dead.”
He whimpered like an injured puppy. “Who the fuck is raising you kids these days? Is everyone scared shitless? Ya’ll should be fucking embarrassed. I’m going to write a strongly worded letter to our congressman regarding the massive vagina problem our youth is facing.”
“What if I miss?”
I shrugged. “Then he’s dead. Then the other two gotta go because you know, no witnesses left behind and all.”
“No, please. I’m sorry. Wait!” The dickbag cried, but it was too late for begging.
Kevin pulled the trigger.
*****
“I can’t believe you fell back in the sand on your ass!” I whispered, not wanting to wake Dre or Bo as I unrolled the hose from the holder on the side of the house.
Kevin’s shot had hit sand about four seconds before he did. We’d left the three dickbags alive but not before warning them that next time that wouldn’t be the case.
“I told you I never fired a gun before,” Kevin muttered.
“That’s all right, I think the first time I fired one I did the same thing except I fell into a thick thatch of sand spurs,” I said.
“Really?” Kevin asked, sounding hopeful.
“Nope. Not really. I was pretty amazing from the ver
y first second I touched a gun, but that’s okay, we’re not all born naturals.” I twisted the nozzle. “Okay, now strip.”
“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.
“Your 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.”
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