“Let me guess, I’ve never seen one as big as yours?”
I chuckle. “Probably not, not that I wanted to brag.”
Another bout of silence falls over the foyer.
“I could toss you my phone,” I say. “You could use my flashlight to see.”
“Oh, good idea. Do that.”
I go back into the kitchen and turn on the light.
“Cam!”
“I’m not facing you. I have to see where my phone is.”
“Right. Okay, sorry.”
I spot my phone on the table, grab it, and turn off the kitchen light. “Okay, I’ll toss it to you.”
“Okay, I’m right here.” I toss in the direction of her voice and all I hear is the phone bang on the floor wherever it landed. “Didn’t you play football?”
“I was the receiver, not the quarterback. If you’re gonna judge so much, maybe I’ll just leave you there.”
“This is so frustrating.”
“You’re a woman and I’m a man. We can see each other naked. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Speak for yourself.”
I let my chin drop to my chest. “Even if I give you my shorts, it’ll only cover your lower half.”
She doesn’t say anything.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll turn on the light in the foyer and go back to the kitchen. You can see where all the broken pieces are and maybe you can get back upstairs and be fine.”
“Good idea. Why didn’t we already think of that?”
Because all the blood is rushing to my cock.
“Okay, I’m turning it on in three, two, one.” I turn on the light and leave the foyer.
“Shit, I fell right in the middle of the broken plate and I’m bleeding.”
“Game over, Chevelle.” I walk out of the kitchen, seeing her naked on the stairs with little pieces of yellow plate around her.
“Cam!” She whips one arm over her breasts and the other between her legs to cover her mound.
“I’m done with the games. I’m not gonna let you sit there bleeding. You’re hot as fuck and have nothing to be insecure about with me seeing you naked. If it makes you feel better.” I push off my shorts, leaving me standing naked across from her. “Now we’re both naked.”
She laughs and I instinctively want to cover my junk. “This is insane.”
“You don’t laugh in the presence of a man’s dick, Chevelle.”
“It’s not that, it’s just… I can’t believe this. All the times I’ve… and now.”
“All the times what?” I kneel and grab the larger pieces of the plate.
“Nothing.”
I stand to throw away what I have and grab the broom and dustpan from the kitchen. “Chevelle Greene, have you wondered what I look like naked?”
Her cheeks turn red. “Just clean up the mess so I can get dressed.”
I look up at her and our eyes lock. The space between us feels like an elastic band that’s been stretched too wide. The tension is palpable and about to break. My cock hardens past the full chub it was and Chevelle takes notice.
Jesus, I’d do just about anything to take her right where she is. Without the shards of a broken plate surrounding her, obviously. Though if that image isn’t a visual representation of what it would mean for me to be with my best friend’s little sister, I don’t know what is.
“I’ve thought about you naked a lot too, if it matters.”
We lock eyes but she doesn’t say anything, so I get to work.
“I can honestly say this is a first for me.” I sweep up the mess so she can stand. “Get up and go to the couch. I’ll finish cleaning.”
She does as I ask, and I check out her ass over my shoulder. Just as perfect as I knew it would be.
“You tell no one about this,” she warns.
“My lips are sealed.”
After I clean up the broken plate with the broom and a wet paper towel, I pull on my shorts.
“I have one question. If you didn’t trip, would you have walked into the kitchen naked?” I ask.
She’s wrapped herself in a blanket that was across the back of the sofa. “I didn’t know you were down here. What were you doing anyway?”
“Just working on something.” I want to tell her what no one knows, but I’m not ready. “It should be good for you to go back up now.”
She nods and stands, leaving the room. “Cam?”
I turn to find her standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Thank you.”
“Sweet dreams, Chevelle.” She slowly climbs the stairs, and once I can’t see her anymore, I glance at my dick. “I know, buddy, I wish that went differently too.”
14
“IT WAS A NICE WALK.”
Chevelle
Out of all my sisters, Posey is the closest to my age, so I text her on my way to work because I really need to talk to someone about this sexual tension with Cam. The fact he saw me naked three days ago but acts as if he didn’t conflict with the part of me that was convinced that, at the very least, he was attracted to me.
After work, I plan to head to Posey’s house for help down this blind path I’m on. With all the guys I’ve ever liked, it was easy. I like them and am attracted to them, so I date them, and if we like one another, we have sex when we both feel comfortable. It lasts for a while and it’s fun, and when it’s not fun anymore, we part ways. But none of the guys I’ve been into is my brother’s best friend.
I park my car in the marina lot. My first excursion today is with four older ladies who are very straitlaced, so I’m almost completely covered up this morning. Last time they made comments about how too much of my skin was showing. Need I remind them it was, like, eighty degrees and I’d been outside the entire day? But I don’t want to offend, and thankfully it’s cooler today.
“Mornin’, Chevelle,” Vinny says, grinning.
“Someone looks happy to be back home.”
From the looks of it, Vinny’s boat just returned, since most of his fishermen are filing out toward the wholesale distributor where their catch will be weighed and paid out.
I walk down the plank and glance in Cam’s direction. Things haven’t been awkward between us. In fact, Cam has acted completely normal since we saw one another naked.
“Morning,” Cam says, raising his coffee mug.
“Chevelle,” Rowdy says with a nod.
Man, everyone is super friendly this morning.
I’m halfway to my boat when Heidi, one woman in the group I’m taking out, calls from behind me, “Oh good, you’re here. We were browsing the gift shop until you showed up. Thank goodness it was open.”
Heidi is decked out in camo gear as if we need to hide from the fish to catch them, but I don’t ask why.
“You’re here early. I wasn’t expecting you for another half hour.” Which left me time to make sure the boat seats were wiped down and to stock the coolers. Although these women don’t drink, I like to have some beer on hand just in case.
“Well, they’re all excited.” She turns toward the store, where the other three women are huddled together. “LADIES!”