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it was sexual, but it was bigger than that. It pulled something deep inside that I’d forgotten about. She made me think of family - something I’d forced myself to forget about since my old man had gotten ripped and driven him and my mom off a fuckin’ cliff. Yeah, I had Jackson, who was basically my brother and the only family I needed, but this girl brought out more than that.

    And yeah, it was sexual too. Fuck yeah was it sexual. Abby got my cock harder than Goddamn steel. I’d known some babes in my day, but they were fuckin trash compared to this girl. Curves in all the right places, tits that made my mouth water, and ass I was dying to get a piece of. I wanted to bury my dick to the hilt inside her, nail her to the fuckin ground and take her hard . I wanted to own her - to dominate and take her completely.

    There’d been a moment out here earlier when she’d started to strip down in her room with the blinds wide open. And I wish we could’ve said we were bigger men and looked away but fuck that . Hell yeah we’d looked, both of us growling as she slipped down to her little black panties and bra. And I knew we wanted more, but that’s when she’d grabbed a towel presumably for a shower and closed the blinds.

    Still, a man could think.

    “Think she’s asleep?”

    I shook my head. “Nah, lights are still on.”

    “I don’t see the t.v. flickering either,” Jackson growled. “And I seriously doubt she’s on the phone with anyone. She’s too smart for that.”

    I shrugged. “Maybe air-drying after that shower?”

    Jackson groaned. “Jesus man, don’t put that in my head.”

    I snorted. “Be my guest, it’s been in mine for the last twenty minutes. Don’t even pretend that’s not something you’d want to see.”

    Jackson tossed me a look. “Yeah, I’d want to do a whole lot more than see , brother.”

    “Tell me about it,” I growled, my hand dropping to the thick bulge in my jeans. “Can you even image what those tits look like outside a tank top?”

    “I was too busy imagining how tight that pussy probably is.”

    I swore under my breath. “Dude, I can’t even imagine.”

    He laughed. “Sure you can.”

    I looked over and smirked as I saw my buddy stroking the obvious hard-on in his jeans. “Nice thought, huh?”

    He grinned at me and shrugged as he tossed me another beer. “I’m only human, dude, and it’s been way too long.”

    “Tell me about it,” I growled, cracking the beer as he did the same. “Fuck I’d love to feel that pouty mouth on my cock.”

    Jackson groaned again. “Fuck that’d be nice.”

    I took a big pull of my beer. “Fuck it,” I muttered out loud and started to tug my zipper down.

    Jackson glanced over at me and chuckled. “Gonna be like that huh?”

    “Can’t help it dude, this girl’s got me hard as fuckin diamonds.”

    Jackson growled and started to yank his own zipper down too. “Fuck it, same here.”

    I groaned as I pulled my dick out in the warm desert air, wrapping my fist around my thick shaft and giving it a stroke. I knew Jackson was doing the same by the sound of his grunting, and I let my eyes close as I pictured Abby pulling open her motel room door and walking nude towards us.

    Fuck, it’s not like Jackson and I hadn’t jerked off near each other before, or fucked a girl at the same time even closer. It wasn’t a gay thing or anything either - I mean it wasn’t like we were about to go blow each other or something. We were just comfortable with each other. I was cool with him relieving the tension that thinking of Abby brought up - hell, I couldn’t help it myself.

    “Fuck I bet she sucks a mean cock, dude,” Jackson growled, grunting as he pumped his cock.

    “Take her mouth, brother, and I’ll come in behind and fuck that tight little pussy like I bet it’s never been fucked before.” I groaned as I stroked my dick faster, imaging it was her pussy squeezing me.

    “No way that girl’s gotten