Chapter 8 Cody
A few minutes earlier...
What the hell are they doing?
I sit in the gator, engine idling, a few feet away from the pond, trying to make sense of the scene in front of me. I should turn around, give them their privacy, but my gaze stays locked on Mae.
She's floating on her back, her blonde hair fanning out like a halo across the dark water. The moonlight reflects off her skin, highlighting every delicate curve, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.
She's so damn beautiful.
Georgia floats beside her, thankfully angled in a way that spares me from seeing anything I shouldn’t. If I caught a glimpse of my cousin like that, I’d be booking an appointment for a lobotomy first thing in the morning.
But Mae? I can’t look away.
I know I should. Hell, I should’ve put the gator in reverse the second I spotted them. But I can’t help it. For two weeks now, I’ve been trying not to stare every time she and Georgia lounged by the pool, her bikini leaving just enough to my imagination.
Now, there’s no imagining left to do because now, I know.
My hands grip the wheel tighter, the leather creaking beneath my fingers as guilt creeps up my spine. I shouldn’t be watching her like this. She’d hate me if she knew. Georgia would kill me if she found out. And I’m never going to be able to get this image out of my horny, eighteen-year-old head.
Suddenly, she moves and jumps into a standing position and for a moment, the whole world slows down, our eyes connect, and alarm changes to recognition across her face.
Fuck.
Fuck...
Fuck...she's totally naked.
She’s staring. Those two pink lips have dropped open and all I can see is her hard nipples, chilled from the pond water pointing directly at me like a spotlight.
Get it together Cody.
I shake my head and punch the gears of the gator into reverse, high tailing it out of there before Georgia can call me out for peeping and drop Mae as a friend.
I zoom back to the house at breakneck speed, the path barely visible in the darkness. Despite the blur, I get back to the house safely. I park the gator and sprint inside, nearly colliding with Wilder who’s standing in the living room.
“What the hell, Cody? Are you good?” he asks as he rubs his eyes and takes a sip from the water bottle that he's clutching tightly in his hand.
“Yeah, yeah, yup. I’m good.” I’m panting now, totally not good but I take in a deep breath and try to get myself under control. “Are you?”
He raises a brow like he knows I’m full of shit but thankfully doesn’t pry as he walks leisurely back to his bedroom without responding. Once he’s gone, I sprint to my bedroom and close the door behind me. My heart is racing and I'm a sweaty, mess.
Why the hell do I feel like I’m being chased?
I slide under the sheets, unsure about what to do next with that vivid image etched in my mind, while I strain my ears for the girls' return.
After about fifteen minutes, I catch the sound of Mae's car starting up in the driveway.
I tiptoe to the living room and cautiously peer through the blinds to find Mae and Georgia backing out of the road, on their way back to Georgia's place for their sleepover.
I head back to bed, knowing there’s no way in hell I’m going to get any sleep tonight without doing something about the ache that's growing in my balls.
Slipping under the blanket I pull my shorts down from my body and release my already hard cock from my boxers. Rubbing it firmly I think back to her laying in the water, blissfully unaware and at peace as she smiles up at the moon above.
When she stood and turned to face me, I couldn’t help but wonder what was running through her mind. Did she notice the way I was completely mesmerized by her? Does she know the way that she’s captured my attention since that first night that we met?
Over the past two weeks, it’s felt like we’ve been toeing the line between casual and intimate—shared smiles, the brush of fingers in passing, quick conversations that always seemed to hover on the edge of something more.
But that’s all it’s ever been. Just a heavy load of tension crackling between us, begging for release and yet never crossing the line.
I reach for my notepad with my left hand while stroking my cock with the right. Quickly, I jot down a few sentences with words that I decide I want to share with Mae someday. I'll have to put that to music later...
I set down my pen and return to the task at hand: Operation relieve my blue balls.
I imagine her stepping out of the water and no Georgia behind her, because my cousin belongs nowhere near my fantasies. She’s walking towards me. The water lowers with each step, revealing her navel, pussy, thighs, knees and then her feet until she’s standing directly in front of me, naked.
‘Bend me over the 4-wheeler and take me from behind,’ she whispers in my ear, her lips full of seduction as I do what she commands.
She’s calling out my name now as I plunge deeper into her.
Oh, fuck, she’s so tight.
My balls strain as I feel the pull of my orgasm pushing to the surface and when she comes in my fantasy, so do I. I lazily pump in and out of her as we cool down before spinning her around and kissing her full lips.
I open my eyes and pull back the covers to find cum dotted all over my comforter like a crime scene.
Dammit…I groan, my mom is going to be pissed if she sees this.
Again.
I strip the sheets, and take them to the laundry room, throwing in some detergent and turning it on.
Guess I’m sleeping on the bare mattress tonight.
The masturbating was enough to somewhat calm my racing thoughts, but it’s not enough to stop me from doing what I do next even though I know I shouldn’t. I pull out my phone and type up a text to Mae.
Cody: I hope you had a nice birthday.
It’s well past one in the morning, and I’m not sure what I’m expecting from this text.
Hell, maybe nothing. But I can’t shake the hope that she’s still awake.
I drop my phone onto the bed beside me and stare up at the ceiling, replaying the way she smiled earlier.
The gentle ping from beneath the covers pulls me out of my thoughts, and I snatch the phone up immediately.
Mae: I did, thank you.
Cody: You’re still awake?
Mae: I am. Can’t sleep.
I hesitate, debating whether to ask if Georgia’s asleep. I want to see her. To feel her eyes on me again, even if it’s just for a few minutes. But am I overstepping? Does she even feel the same pull I do? What is it about Mae that’s got me tangled up in this mess of desire and need?
Screw it.
Cody: Is Georgia still awake?
Mae: Fell asleep ten minutes ago.
The clock ticks onward. Her birthday is officially over, and she’s eighteen years plus one day now. It’s not like me to second-guess my own instincts. I usually trust my gut, but Mae? She has me questioning every damn thing.
Cody: Want some company?
Mae: Sure. I’d like that. ? I’ll be on Georgia’s back deck waiting for you.
And just like that, I’m already halfway out of bed.