The Barrett Brothers Collection

by K B Cinder

  Bear: Balcony as well?

  Jewels: Yup.

  Bear: Interesting that we both retreat to the same place when stressed.

  Jewels: Summer nights are the best. I love it out here.

  I couldn't agree more. In Florida, I had to hide in a screened-in porch to enjoy the night thanks to mosquitoes, and it would be steamy as hell regardless of how late it was.

  I snapped another picture of my legs propped up on the railing. It wasn't technically my face, so I wasn't breaking any rules.

  A photo of tiny slipper-clad feet on a cement backdrop popped over in response. Creamy skin poked out of furry black slippers.

  Bear: Pint-sized, much?

  Jewels: Giant sized, much?

  Bear: Touché.

  I snapped an angled photo, hiding my face and tattoo but showing the full length of my body. It was nothing scandalous. I was wearing a t-shirt and checkered pajama pants. It wasn't like I was in a speedo. I held my breath again as I sent it, nervous for what I'd get back.

  What if she blew me off?

  What if she was catfishing me?

  Jewels: You're like a tree!

  A photo arrived of a small-framed body clad in a white tank and baggy pink pajama bottoms. Two full breasts stared back at me, hidden by thin fabric, a sliver of cleavage peeking above.

  Bear: I dig the jammies.

  Fuck it. I couldn't wait forever. She was hot; I was horny, and she seemed like a good time. Why not have a quick fuck?

  Bear: I could use some cute company.

  Jewels: Couldn't we all?

  Burn. She wasn't picking up what I was putting down. At all.

  Bear: Don't think I'm cute?

  Jewels: Cute isn't the word.

  Ouch.

  Jewels: More like impressive.

  I chuckled. I heard a lot in my day, but I had never been called impressive.

  Bear: Because I'm huge?

  Jewels: Not just the height. You're testing the limits of that shirt, no?

  I glanced down. The tee was a little snug across the chest, but most were. I spent years sculpting myself through a ridiculous routine. It was the only thing I could control for the longest time.

  Bear: Yeah. Most shirts fit like this. Want to know a secret?

  Jewels: Sure.

  Bear: I like what I saw, Jewels.

  Jewels: Really? Like how much?

  The raging testosterone beast within wanted to show her the tent I was pitching, but I reasoned with the devil to keep it at bay. Unsolicited bulges were not on the menu for the night, but hopefully, sex was.

  Bear: Like I'm thinking about how you'd feel on my lap right now.

  Jewels: I don't have a bony butt. Promise.

  Bear: Well, thank god.

  Jewels: I like what I saw too.

  Bear: Oh yeah?

  Jewels: Those arms would feel so good around me.

  Bear: I'd probably kiss you too.

  Jewels: Is that so?

  Bear: Absofuckinglutely.

  Another picture popped over, this time showing a discarded bra. White, lacy, and finished with a tiny pink bow, the undergarment flailed across the cement. It was hardly scandalous but enough to get my blood going. I felt like a horny teenager eager to see my first pair of tits as my cock roared to life.

  Bear: Feels good to be free, huh?

  A shot of her torso clad only in its thin white tank came through with the nicest pair of tits I had seen in ages freed beneath.

  Jewels: Yup.

  To hell with it. I snapped a pic of my ever-growing bulge, tucked away in pajama bottoms. Before I lost my nerve, I sent it, giving in to temptation.

  I wasn't one for sexting, but she didn't take the bait about coming over. I'd take what I could get. Maybe I'd earn a visit if I played ball.

  Jewels: What are you going to do with that?

  Bear: Whatever you want.

  Jewels: Touch it.

  I looked around, checking for any peepers. Luckily the balcony was private with two solid walls on either side. The barrier in front was cement, capped with a wrought-iron railing. The coast was clear for wherever I felt like taking things.

  I obeyed, grasping myself through the thin fabric, the girth swelling at my touch, begging for attention. I stroked it, imagining her in that tiny top with those perfect tits pressed against me.

  Bear: Ok. And you? What are you planning on doing, little lady?

  Jewels: Mmm, planning? Honey, we're already full speed ahead.

  Fuck. I swelled all the more at the thought of her touching herself while talking to me. It wasn't phone sex, but it was just as hot, this mystery woman rowdy over a few photos.

  I was equally fired up, fantasizing about a pint-sized pixie with full tits begging for my attention. They'd be all mine soon.

  Bear: Oh yeah? What are you doing?

  Jewels: Some playful touching.

  Bear: I wish those were my fingers right now.

  I would have had her screaming in no time.

  Jewels: Yeah? Tell me what you want to do to me.

  Bear: I'd kiss down your neck and across your collarbones for one. Then dip a little lower slowly, making my way towards your sexy tits. I'd slide my hands down your pants and show you how you need to be touched.

  Jewels: That sounds so hot, baby.

  I continued to stroke away, cock aching for attention.

  Bear: What are you doing right now?

  Jewels: Rubbing myself.

  Bear: Where?

  Jewels: My clit.

  Fuck. I swelled all the more at her words, more than ready to fuck her senseless.

  How?

  Jewels: Two fingers in a circle like I like.

  Bear: It'd be better if it were my tongue.

  I'd do anything to have my mouth on her at that moment, hearing her moan with each lap of my tongue while I took her to the edge. As much as some men dreaded it, I savored it, loving nothing more than drowning a woman in pleasure.

  I freed my cock from its prison, picking up the pace with each pump.

  Jewels: Absolutely. Just like my mouth would be better than your hand right now.

  I groaned at the thought, my cock twitching.

  Bear: Fuck yeah. I'd love to see you suck me off, babe. But not before you come over and over.

  Jewels: How many times are you going to make me come?

  Bear: As many times as I can. The goal is always at least three.

  Jewels: Yeah? Why's that?

  Bear: I always make sure the third is the best. I want you screaming and begging for it.

  My hand continued its skillful trek towards Pleasure Island, teasing my cock into a rock hard mass. I'd love for her to come over and make good use of it, riding me right there on the patio for the city to hear.

  Jewels: I'm up for the challenge.

  I continued the journey towards release, leaning forward as I reached the point of no return, erupting across the cement.

  Jewels: You gonna come for me, big boy?

  I was still shuddering from my orgasm, my heart racing.

  Bear: Just did.

  Jewels: Where?

  I stared at the mess across the floor of the balcony, slightly mortified at what I had done. I was sure it was a felony too. Public indecency? Disorderly conduct? Something like that.

  Bear: Uh... the ground.

  Jewels: Like the cement?

  Bear: Yeah.

  Jewels: More like sement now.

  I threw my head back and laughed, the sound echoing across the balcony and chasing away the heaviness of the day.

  Elena

  “Is your phone possessed?” Lee's eyes locked on my cell, watching it light up like crazy. “Or did you royally piss someone off?”

  It was dinging with messages from Bear, who was unleashing a playful assault of taunts after I told him what I was watching.

  We messaged daily since our textual intercourse a week earlier, sharing more naughty tidbits before settling into a routine
of casual chatter. Initially, I felt like a sleaze for sexting with a stranger, but our connection set me at ease. It also didn’t hurt that he was hung for days, or that he had a body built for sin.

  “No, it's a program.” I took a quick sip of Moscato and stared back at the television, desperate to see which of the socialite's friends betrayed her.

  We found a British reality show following a group of trophy wives with too much time on their hands. The lead chick was a cute blond who hooked my heart from the start. Unfortunately, one of her friends was getting down with her guy on the side.

  Reality television wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but it made me feel better about my life choices. Watching someone else's drama allowed an escape from my own for a bit.

  Lee offered wine and Italian takeout in return for me watching her kids over the weekend. I'd never accept payment for doing a friend a favor, but I wouldn’t turn down carbs either.

  Lee cocked her head, smiling. “Porn?”

  I shot her a look of disgust. “What? No!”

  She tapped a long finger against her chin for a few seconds. “A new man?”

  I ignored her, pretending not to hear as I focused on the show. I didn’t need a lecture from the biggest online dating skeptic in the world. I kept it from her to avoid the inevitable blowup. I would tell her eventually, but only after a date was planned.

  “What is it?” she pushed.

  “Nothing important. I'll turn it off.” I reached for my phone, but she snatched it to her chest like a squirrel with an acorn primed for eating.

  “Oh, shut up! What is it? A stalker? A new sugar daddy?” She peeked at the screen and scowled, my lock screen hiding the goods. “A sexy foreign man who you're going to sponsor for a green card in return for countless nights of hot, kinky sex?”

  “No, no, and definitely no.” I took another sip of wine with a smile. “I'd love to have a man with an accent, though.”

  Maybe Bear had one. That would be a bonus. He was from Maine, however. I wasn’t sure how sexy that accent would be.

  “Hm. A nervous boy toy who's too afraid to communicate like a normal human being?”

  “Not quite.” I focused back on the show, waiting for the ball to drop.

  “Oh, but I'm warm! I like that!” She sat back, rapping her fingers on her glass dramatically.

  “It's a dating site, isn't it?”

  “Maybe.”

  Damn. It was her friend Brianna that betrayed her. How could she do that to her best friend? After all they had been through! What a monster!

  “ELENA!” Lee squawked, sitting up straight. “Seriously? How did that work out for you the last time, huh?”

  I shrugged, still reeling over Brianna's betrayal. “I was young and dumb.”

  “Well, now you're a lot older and a lot dumber for doing it again!”

  I felt her eyes burning into the side of my head, but I wasn't giving in. I knew she only had my best interest at heart, but she needed to accept that times were changing. I wasn't going to meet my one-and-only the old-fashioned way as she had. That ship had sailed long ago.

  “It was a fluke, dude.”

  “It was online dating, 101! You're lucky you only met a few creeps!” she snapped.

  I glanced over with a scowl. “Look, it’s a last-ditch effort before I say fuck it, adopt thirty cats, and move into a cabin in the woods for good.”

  She scowled right back, unimpressed. “That isn't effort, girlfriend.”

  “Meeting guys in bars doesn't work for me, Lee,” I contended, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. “Blind dates are a solid no, and speed dating was a disaster. Don't even get me started on clubbing.”

  “But hey, you got some fun stories out of it!”

  I gritted my teeth. “I'm lucky I didn't get fun diseases out of it too.” There had been a lot of good, bad, and ugly pre and post-Justin.

  “Nothing a little penicillin couldn't fix,” She winked and continued to try to get into my phone to no avail. “But seriously, I'm the queen of poor life choices, and I don't fuck with online dating.”

  She was full of it, but I wasn't going to chase her down over it. Jesse was her high school sweetheart, and they had a beautiful family together. I never met a couple more crazy in love.

  “Well, you're married, so...” I trailed, rolling my eyes. Compared to me, she was Mary fucking Poppins even with her trucker mouth that was rubbing off on me.

  “Before I was married, jackass!”

  “Was the internet even around then?” I quipped.

  “Ha fucking ha,” she deadpanned. “Seriously, you'd risk your life for some dick?”

  “Well, damn, you don't have to make me sound so desperate!”

  She was being extreme. I used precautions and never met anyone alone. Hell, I shot down Bear's offer of sex despite wanting nothing more than to ride my mystery man into the night.

  “It's not only desperate but dangerous, Elena. You're pretty. You're funny. Go twerk down the aisle at the supermarket or wear a low-cut tank top at a hardware store like women have done for centuries.”

  “Centuries?” I laughed, picturing a Victorian woman scoping out a wagon and prospective husbands in a bustier.

  “Yes, ma'am. Centuries.”

  “It's not dangerous. They vet members with full background checks.” I submitted fingerprints and the whole shebang. They even run my credit report for crying out loud.

  Unimpressed, she continued to glare. “Let me see!” she demanded, thrusting my phone at me to unlock.

  I grabbed it, unlocking the screen and opening the app. I minimized my conversation with Bear, avoiding that mess entirely. I handed it back over, letting her see for herself. She'd never take my word alone on it.

  She snatched it up, eyes skimming the screen hungrily. She tapped away, and with a few tries, she revealed my main page. “Is this your dating profile?”

  “Yes.”

  “Eek!” Her face contorted. “You need to spruce this sucker up. You sound boring as hell.”

  “I am boring as hell! I live alone with my cat!”

  “Well, lie a little! Spice things up! Say you like a little ass play or something!” she shot back.

  “You're worried about my safety, but you want me to falsely broadcast to the world I like ass play?” I snapped.

  “Okay, so you have a point...” She took a swig of wine, staring at my info blurb. “Spunk it up a little. You're not that lame.”

  “I'll think about it,” I lied, knowing damn well I wasn't changing a thing.

  I was sure I found my first match. If he and I didn't mix well, I'd likely go underground for a bit to recuperate. “Maybe I'll embrace my inner Lee and come up with something wild.”

  She continued to swipe away, frowning. “Where are all your pictures? Are you showing some tatas? A little labia?”

  I cringed, knowing she was about to freak. But she had to find out, eventually. “There are no pictures.”

  She snapped her head up. “Oh, hell no! Why aren't there any pictures!?”

  “The premise is to be more about privacy and personality initially. If you make a solid connection, then you move onto appearances.”

  “Are you kidding me? What if the person on the other end is Vlad the Impaler?”

  “Good thing he's dead, so we can rule him out.”

  “You know what I mean!” she hissed, staring back at the phone. “What if some guy is a psycho stalker?”

  “I guess I'll learn the hard way.”

  “Well, that's a shit answer. I'm serious, El.” She sat up and set her wine down on the coffee table, looking over with pleading eyes. “You're like my sister, and I don't want anything to happen to you. You have people that love you and care about you.”

  “I'll be fine.”

  “You always do this! You always do whatever and get burned in the end!”

  Ouch.

  “I already told you that all members do a full background check for security. You don't get tha
t at a bar or grocery store.”

  “I've never met a murderer while picking up cereal!” she grumbled, nose scrunched.

  “Not that you know of,” I replied. “Look, everyone on the app has been fully checked out and cleared. I'm not worried. It's way safer than risking getting roofied at a bar on a Saturday.”

  She glared at me, unimpressed, but went back to exploring the app. “Can you send nudes?”

  “Really?”

  “What? It's a valid question. What if you want to inspect what you're diving into?”

  “You can send photos. They're not posted on your profile for everyone to see, and it's not like other sites where your inbox is inundated with penis. You have to connect with someone to receive photos. I think they hide the feature for fourteen days.”

  I knew it was from my back and forth with Bear, but I wouldn’t tell her that. She'd want to see pics, and I wasn't planning on sharing those.

  “What? How do I sign up for an inbox full of dick?” she laughed.

  “Jesse would love that.”

  She pouted. “You always get to have all the fun.”

  “Yeah, it's totally fun to chill with your cat every night.”

  “It's fun for now. You get to explore the great world of penis, pleasure, and partying. I get to hang out with my husband and our never-ending supply of kids.”

  “First of all, I don't party. Anymore.” I grinned. “I haven't seen a penis in months, and my pleasure is my business. Also, you only have four kids. Shut up.”

  “That's four too many sometimes.”

  “But they're cute, and they love you.”

  “Damn right.” She smiled and took another sip of wine. “Tore me from taint to tush, but I wouldn't have it any other way.”

  I sighed. “See! I want that!”

  Her face twisted. “You want a torn taint? Uh, no.”

  “Shut up. I want a family.”

  I’d always longed for little ones, probably from my lack of siblings growing up, but things were looking grim. Thirty-two wasn’t ancient, but my biological clock was ticking louder and louder.

  “You get to be their cool aunt they hang out with when mommy and daddy need a night out before they lose it.”

  “Oh yeah. Life ambition right there.”

  “You have it made right now. You only have to keep yourself and Hank alive.” She looked over at the gray feline stretched out on the floor. “And Hank could survive without you. He's a fierce son of a bitch.”