I Fell to my Brother's best Friend
We ended up lined along the edge, arms hooked over the side, legs kicking lazily.
"Holy fuck, have you seen Denver?" Beatrice whispered, eyes wide as saucers.
We all turned.
Jesus Christ.
He was on the opposite side, fingers gripping the hem of his soaked T-shirt. In one smooth pull he stripped it off and tossed it aside. Moonlight and pool lights carved shadows over his bare torso, broad shoulders, cut pecs, abs sharp enough to cut glass, that perfect V dipping into low-slung jeans.
My cousins let out quiet little gasps, mouths actually hanging open.
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