33. Anthony
CHAPTER 33
anthony
As the day drew out, my eyes traveled to Shoua wherever she was and followed her every move. I traced the outlines of her body and watched the sway of her hips like a man obsessed. Each time I looked over at her, I swallowed thickly. Her sexy tan lines from the last two days were peeking out from under her halter top. My cock started twitching whenever her sweet scent wafted to me as it was this instant. I heard a gulp from next to me and all that desire dissipated.
I glared at my stupid brother as his eyes followed Julie, who was also showing off her tan lines today in a strapless cotton dress. The two cousins were down by the deck as we ogled at them from the patio up by the house in a small gazebo where the barbeque pit stood.
I scoffed at Andy. He and Julie fucked five times yesterday, and even had the audacity to keep Shoua and me awake. But this asshole still had the energy to go at it like nothing. Like hell did I need to know that.
“You should wipe off that drool off your face, asswipe,” I muttered as I approached the barbeque pit and flipped over the meat.
Andy smirked and jutted his jaw toward me. “You should wipe the drool off your face first. I’m not the one following Julie’s scent everywhere like a mutt in heat.”
I scowled as sweat dripped off the side of my face, and I stepped back from the blazing barbeque pit; the air around us was practically twenty degrees hotter because of it. “Stay on topic, Andy. Are we going to play volleyball or what?”
“Stay on topic?” he mocked, sipping on an ice cold beer. “You’re the one who suddenly told me to wipe drool off my face just because I was looking at my girlfriend. Do you want to play volleyball or not?”
“We’re still playing volleyball? I thought you two were too busy ogling my sisters to do anything today,” Jonathan mumbled with a scoff from my other side. “I asked Sai to tag along on this stupid trip so I wouldn’t have to deal with the two of you with my them. And yet, here I am—alone and having to deal with all you horny assholes.”
Andy and me turned to him, confused.
“What do you mean? Where’s Sai?” I asked.
“Since you’re so busy with Shoua, you probably haven’t realized this. He’s been with Evelyn every day since we got here,” Jonathan said. “He seems to like her.”
He tipped his head toward the lake. I followed his gaze and was taken by surprise. There was Sai sitting close to Evelyn on the side of the deck. They weren’t joined at the hip, but they were close enough to be considered chummy. She let out a loud giggle.
“If they’re getting along, then that’s great for them,” I said.
“Great for them, but I’m stuck fifth wheeling you two with Julie and Shoua,” Jonathan said, irritated. He rolled his eyes. “So, volleyball or not? If not, I’m going to nap because all of you have been banging on the damn fucking walls and screaming all night long. Couldn’t you be quiet at least? I don’t need to know what goes on in my sister’s or cousin’s sex lives.”
Andy and me glanced at each other, now feeling like jackasses. Julie was the closest person I had to a sister. And, yeah, I didn’t want to know what Andy and she were up to intimately either. It was just too personal for my liking.
“Sorry, Jonathan,” Andy and me said softly.
“We’ll try our best to be . . . private,” my brother continued.
“Back to volleyball,” I said, steering the topic away from our bedroom lives. “Let’s play later. It should be fun.”
Jonathan nodded slowly. “I didn’t say it earlier, but congrats on you and Shoua, Anthony,” he said in a hushed voice. “For a pair of twins who keep claiming you’re nothing alike, you two sure have similar taste in women.”
“Excuse me?” Andy asked, offended. “No, we don’t.”
“Oh, really? Suddenly, my sister and cousin aren’t similar? They come from the same set of brothers, mind you,” he said.
“First of all, they look nothing alike,” I said. “But they share the same smile.”
It was true. They had the same smile, but that was it. Shoua was taller with full curves and had a darker, golden complexion, while Julie had always been petite and only had color in her skin during the summer.
“They are similar in some ways, but they have a lot of differences, Jonathan,” Andy quickly added.
“They’re practically sisters— my sisters ,” he said as he raised a teasing brow at us. “You two like similar women. Just say it like it is.”
“No, we don’t,” Andy said. “Julie and Shoua just happen to be cousins.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know you both just happen to fall head over heels in love with my sister and cousin,” said Jonathan, with a soft scoff. He flashed us a gentle look of amusement. “You both know I care about you two as if you’re my brothers, right?”
We replied as he smiled big, “Of course.”
“But, just to be clear, I care more about Julie and Shoua,” he said. “I’m happy for all of you. Truly . . . But you two take care of them, alright?”
His voice was light almost as if he didn’t want to say it out loud because he was too embarrassed to. This was a side of him we hardly see, but I’m glad he was being sentimental with us about his sister and cousin. Andy and me knew how much he loved Julie, Shoua, and his mom.
“Of course,” spoke up Andy before I could. “I promise I’ll take care of Julie for the rest of my life. I want to marry her, remember?”
Jonathan’s smile became wobbly. “Yeah,” was all he could say.
“We know how much you love them. We’ll take the best care of them, Jonathan,” I reassured, giving his shoulder a firm squeeze. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Andy and me grinned as his face turned bright red. “As I said, you two better treat them well.” He tried to grumble to sound tough.
Andy and me laughed. “We will,” we said in unison.
Once the barbeque pit was ready, I started to grill the meat our moms brought out. The mouth watering scent of the delicious slabs of meat being cooked drew in everyone who was outdoors. Shoua, Julie, Evelyn, and even Sai were practically drooling by the time I was done with it all.
We ate a big lunch, rested for a bit, and then swam for most of the afternoon. Although it was cooler in the mountains, it was still hot. We all agreed it’d be better to take a dip in the lake instead of playing volleyball under the boiling sun. No one wanted to play until the heat cooled down in the late afternoon. As expected, Andy, Jonathan, and me were the ones most pumped to play volleyball.
Andy and me were team captains to no one’s surprise. After a coin toss, Andy got the first dibs for his team members and, overall, his team was taller. Jonathan, Shoua, and Kelvin were all on his team. Sai, Evelyn, and Julie were on mine.
Luckily, we got to serve first after another coin toss. We got in three points before Kelvin stopped our momentum. I watched as he passed the ball to Shoua after she called for it. She hit the ball in Andy’s direction and my eyes immediately ogled her chest without a single thought. I was half grinning when I felt a solid smack right in my face. It was so painful my vision turned white for a moment as my head spun violently.
I shook my head to get a hold of myself and then looked up and caught Shoua’s furrowed brows and her parted lips. It was as if the world stilled as everyone’s faces morphed from shock to worry.
“Anthony, your nose is bleeding !” Shoua shrieked.
I felt something warm and wet on my upper lip. Thinking it was sweat, I brought the back of my hand up to wipe it away. But instead of perspiration, I saw a smear of bright red. My girlfriend immediately ran over to me.
I couldn’t respond as she continued to freak out, holding the hem of my shirt to my profusely bleeding nose. She quickly ushered me into the house, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in our bathroom. She told me to hold a hand towel up to my nose and then left before I could stop her.
“Are you okay?” Andy asked as he came in. I could see the guilt running across his face. He looked defeated.
“I think so,” I answered, my voice muffled by the hand towel. “Shit, that must’ve been one hell of a fucking spike you got in considering the damage you did to my face.”
Andy grimaced. “Sorry, I thought you were going to get it.”
“To be honest, I wasn’t even looking at the ball,” I admitted. I pulled the hand towel away from my face and saw the bleeding seemed to have stopped.
“Then what the hell were you looking at?” Andy questioned, confused.
Shoua came in with a bag of ice, Julie and Jonathan in tow. My eyes immediately landed on her soft, jiggling breasts. I swallowed, and blood immediately began pumping to my dick.
Since he never misses anything, Andy simply scowled at me, clearly irritated. He got the gist of it. “No need to worry about Anthony. He’s fine,” he huffed to the others.
“What do you mean? You almost busted his nose, Andy!” Julie said, worried.
“I’m fine!” I said. “It’s my fault! I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Exactly where were you looking then?” Jonathan asked, exasperated.
I looked up at Shoua’s face and her expression pulled into confusion. “Why were you looking at me?”
Andy sighed. “Told you all he’s fine. That’s it. No more volleyball for the rest of this trip if some of us can’t even keep our eyes on the right ball or balls , if that matters.”
He ushered everyone out as Shoua came to me with the bag of ice. I hissed when she placed it on my nose. I pushed her hand away with a small wince from the cold. “I think I’m good, Shoua,” I said. “My nose stopped bleeding.”
Unconvinced, she took hold of my face to inspect my nostrils. With her now bent over me, I could see her cleavage—ample and brimming over her top. My cock immediately stiffened as she leaned in a little more. My face was just inches from being buried in her chest, but she quickly pulled back.
I watched her inspect my nose. “You’re right. You stopped bleeding,” she said, and then she looked down at the constricted tent in my thin shorts. Her brows shot to her hairline. “Was this why you were looking at me?”
I blushed but didn’t bother to adjust myself. “No.”
“Stop lying.” She didn’t seem to be too surprised as she helped me tug off my blood-stained shirt, tossing it into the bathtub.
We looked at each other for a second before she pulled off her own blood-stained shirt, revealing her bare tits. The tan lines on her breasts gleamed a deep, bronze tan from all the time she spent in the sun the past few days. I wanted to nibble along the pale contrast of the skin that couldn’t tan because of her bikini tops and taste how sweet her beautiful tan was.
She tipped her head to the side, curiously. “Is this why you were so distracted?” Her hand smoothed over her soft skin and pinched her brown nipples. She let out a soft hum as I swallowed thickly.
“Yes,” I breathed, palming myself through my shorts.
She got on her knees in front of me and looked up. Her hands took over mine, and she started touching me. I let out a breathy groan. She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, blinking slowly up at me.
“Do I distract you this much?” she asked softly.
I cupped her face with a shudder as she palmed me harder. My thumb brushed the edge of her lips. “Yes,” I murmured, and then groaned as she gave me a hard squeeze.
Without another word, we pulled off my shorts and tugged out my hard cock. She quickly licked her lips before she took me in. She began bobbing up and down right away, making me throw back my head back and moan.
“Fuck, baby.”
I reached out to her and grabbed her silky ponytail, then tugged. She moaned with my cock deep down her throat, causing me to roll my eyes. She pulled her mouth off me with a dribble of saliva on her chin. One of her hands slicked back the wetness she left behind on my cock, and she start to stroke me. I groaned loudly.
She got up and coyly looked over her shoulder and grabbed the bottle of lube Andy mindlessly left behind in our bathroom from rooming with me before. She quickly got back on her knees, looking up at me with wet pink lips and shifting closer.
I doubted I even breathed as she squeezed a generous amount of lube over my cock and onto her ample tits. I didn’t blink a wink, watching her every moment, taking in how she pushed those luscious breasts around my shaft. She let out a shaky breath as she moved her breasts up and down my dick. One of my hands tugged on her ponytail as the other one reached to pull on her nipple, earning a sexy moan from her.
“Shit, baby. I’ve never even had wet dreams like this,” I barely muttered.
I placed both of my hands over hers as we pressed her breasts firmly around my cock. I guided her on the speed and friction I needed to feel, and she whimpered as she bounced those magnificent tits along the length of my stiff shaft. We let out a moan together as she picked up her rhythm.
I let out a hitched sigh. “Shoua.”
She looked so beautiful, yet so lewd with my rock-hard cock in between her breasts. Her skin was slick with a thin film of sweat and her cheeks were flushed pink. She stared back at me with bright, shining coffee-colored eyes as she continued her ministrations. With each shudder and moan I gave her, that sweet smile of hers grew wider and wider.
I came so hard I swore the world shook as a low groan reverberated out of me. My release squirted all over her cleavage and the tops of her breasts. Then it all dripped down and practically drew my signature possessively over her skin.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as she helped me ride out my climax. She milked every drop out of me.
When she finally let go of my shaft, I immediately pulled her into a heated and sloppy kiss. She giggled as I tugged her into my lap with a quivering breath. Without a single word or grunt, I stood up and carried her into the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and pulled her to the edge. I immediately got to my knees, throwing her legs over my shoulders.
“Time for my afternoon snack,” I said before diving in.