Chapter 6 Cody
I hadn’t really gotten a good look at Mae last night.
The shadows of the arena parking lot had swallowed the details of her pretty face, leaving only the impression of someone intriguing that I wanted to know more about.
But now, in the bright, unrelenting daylight, there’s no hiding anything—and damn, she’s stunning.
She’s all soft, golden curves in a tiny string bikini that seems almost unfair, with dark blonde hair tumbling loose over her shoulders, catching the sunlight like it’s got a grudge against me.
Mindlessly stirring a pitcher of sweet tea in the kitchen, I stare out the window. Georgia is parked beside Mae on one of the pool chairs, talking a mile a minute. Animated doesn’t even begin to cover it—she’s practically vibrating with excitement over her new friend.
Georgia’s always been smart, funny, and just goofy enough to keep most of the “it” girls at a safe distance.
The popular girls—beautiful, poised, and fake as hell—tend to avoid her.
Not that she minds. Anyone who has gotten close she’s cut off when she’s realized they’re just trying to get closer to my brother and me.
She’s spent the past year ditching shallow friendships and hanging out with the kind of people who actually get her: the band geeks, mathletes, newspaper staff, and guys who appreciate her sports obsession more than her looks.
I haven’t seen her this fired up about a new friend in years. Maybe it’s because Mae hasn’t been touched by me or my brother – yet.
Not that I wouldn’t mind changing that.
The sound of footsteps yanks me out of my staring. Wilder, my twin, leans casually against the counter beside me, an amused look on his face. His eyes follow my line of sight, locking onto Mae and Georgia lounging poolside. Mae’s skin glistens with sunscreen, glowing under the merciless Texas sun.
“Who the hell is Georgia with?” he asks, his tone dripping with curiosity.
I don’t answer right away, my jaw tightening. “That’s Mae,” I finally say, keeping my voice casual—or at least trying to. Probably failing.
Wilder whistles low, shaking his head. “Mae, huh? Well, she’s…something.”
“She’s working at the rodeo this summer,” I reply, hoping to deter Wilder’s wandering gaze as I retrieve the spoon from the tea that I just made and wave it in front of his face.
“Interesting,” he says, eyes trailing a little too slowly over Mae’s figure.
“Don’t be a creep, or she won’t want to hang out here anymore,” I warn, knowing it’s more my reputation with women that I should be worried about than Wilder's. Wilder mostly keeps to himself, has dated occasionally, but nothing like my serial rap sheet. I’m pretty sure I’ve dated almost every girl in our senior class at this point. But hey, it’s a small town.
“Or Georgia will find out you’re into her and keep her away from us,” he responds with a smirk, already knowing Mae’s my type.
I can’t argue with that; Georgia is fiercely protective of her friends, especially when it comes to unwanted attention from her cousins.
Now wanted attention… that could be treated differently. And I think Mae might want my attention too.
I head out to the deck where the girls are lounging with the pitcher I've made in hand.
“I brought sweet tea.”
“Oh, thank you,” Mae says with a pearly white smile that’s almost too perfect as I return her grin and pour her a full cup.
“Thanks,” Georgia responds without hardly a look my way.
I decide I’ll pour her a cup too, though that wasn’t the original plan.
When the girls both have their drinks, I give them some space while continuing my surveillance.
I head to the pool, dive in, and then come up under a float where I try my best to act like I’m asleep when really, I’m staring hard behind my shades at Mae’s soft body and the way it fills out that tiny swimsuit.
I’m as still as a mannequin except for the boner that's rapidly growing within my swim trunks.
"So, back to my question from yesterday," Georgia interjects, her voice cutting across the swishing of the pool water. "What do you want to study in college?"
"My parents want me to study political science and then go on to law school," Mae replies.
Damn... she's beautiful and smart.
"No, I asked what do you want to study," Georgia persists. "Did you give it some thought like I asked you to last night?"
"Um...well, not really."
Georgia playfully splashes Mae with some of her sweet tea, eliciting a laugh from her that sounds like wind chimes during a tornado. She’s even got a pretty laugh.
"You can't always follow your parents' wishes or you'll end up resenting them, you know," Georgia says. "It's your life. Not theirs. Someday, you'll turn thirty years old and regret it if you spent the best years of your life studying something like political science and working a job you hate."
“You’re right, but I’m afraid in some ways,” Mae’s voice drops quieter, as if she doesn’t want me to hear it and for a moment, I feel bad for eavesdropping on their conversation. “I think I already resent them.”
Georgia nods and hums quietly as she takes another sip of her tea then Mae stands up and stretches, her little tits almost pop out of her string bikini top with the movement.
Blood rushes to my cock and I decide it's time to flip over or one of them is going to notice and Georgia will never bring Mae over here again on account of her creepy, older cousin.
She puts her arms down and I try to calm the situation in my pants while focusing on something different when I hear her voice call out to me.
"You mind if I join you, Cody?” she asks.
I put on my best acting job as I stretch and act like she woke me up from my sleep while also adjusting myself in my swimsuit.
"Oh, hey guys. I must have dozed off for a bit. No worries, hop on, Mae," I say as she gracefully dives into the pool, swims up, and climbs onto the float next to me.
It's a decent-sized float, enough room for three people comfortably, but that requires some careful balancing, or you end up rolling into each other and touching. And right now, Mae and I are definitely touching.
And I like it.
"What about you, Cody?" Mae's voice is softer as she speaks to me, and I can see her smiling. "What do you want to do after high school?"
What do I want to do?
I’ve always had an answer for that, but right now, all I could think about is her soft skin, the tiny little birth mark she has on her right hip that’s in the shape of a heart and her full lips that are practically begging me to kiss them.
Call me a horny teenager, but I’d call it love at first sight.
Or maybe it’s lust at first sight. I like Mae.
A lot. And I want to get to know her more, but I have no idea how to do that with my cousin hanging around.
I lift my sunglasses, taking in those pretty blue eyes that match the pool water. She stares back at me, blinking a few times as her focus adjusts to seeing my eyes. “I’d like to get a scholarship to play football and study creative writing.”
“Really?” she asks, and I can see in her eyes she's genuinely surprised by my answer.
I nod, and we spend a few seconds staring at each other without saying a single thing.
"What do you write?" she whispers so that Georgia can't hear from where she's laying a few feet away.
Music...lyrics…
"Ah, mostly whatever comes to my head right now," I chuckle as I try to play it off.
Suddenly, Wilder interrupts our private moment as he exits from inside the house, and cannonballs into the pool directly next to us, covering us in water. Georgia dives in after him and climbs onto the raft, almost tipping us all.
"Let’s play the game to see who can knock everyone else off," she suggests.
And just like that, a full-out brawl breaks out where we all start attacking each other to see who ends up king or queen of the raft.
I go straight for Mae without hesitation, causing her to squeal and beg me to stop yet all I'm thinking about is what it'd be like to hear her begging me not to stop while I sink my cock inside of her.
And as I pry her fingers from the side of the raft and push her into the water, I hold on tightly, going overboard with her.
I don’t give a shit about this game and trying to stay on the raft. I don't want to be the king of anything without her. If I’ve got her in my arms, I think I’m okay with sinking.