Chapter Twenty
Stick
I don't know whether I'm pissed or empowered, or what the hell is happening here. I ought to be mad enough to knock Jacket from here to next week. But I'm not. And why not? Shouldn't I want to defend what's mine to the death if need be?
Jacket and I took our coffee out to the porch while Scherri was getting ready. Neither of us having swim jocks to change into, all we had to do was wait for her to come back down.
“Your sister is so fucking hot,” he said through gritted teeth, at least having the decency to keep his desire under wraps.
“Stop calling her that,” I snapped out at him. Again my fingers curled into clenched fists getting ready to deck him, army bud or not.
“Alright. Scherri is the sexiest woman I've ever seen. That girl is a keeper for some lucky dude.”
“Yeah, me,” I snarl before I even realize the words are out.
I know Scherri wants to loosen up her mother before letting her know our somehow incredulous news, but I couldn't let him continue down this path. Scherri is mine and not up for grabs. It's either let him know that or smash my fist into his face until he's dog meat.
I was aware of Jacket's eyes burning into the side of my face, where he was looking at me oddly. Then Scherri appeared looking adorable and referring to herself as a loser which bugs the hell out of me, even if it's only a joke.
It's a relief to get out of the house where we have to constantly be on guard – something I swore never to live with again. Announcing our love for each other on the walk takes away any pain I might have been feeling. Scherri's mine. My girl finally belongs to me.
We played a lot of games during the boredom of our deployment but this is the sexiest fucking one ever. And somehow it's really hot playing it with an army buddy. Maybe because I can tell Scherri is peaking with excitement at being tossed between us, loving how we're using her, helpless to resist our power. My dick is standing straight up under the water and I pull her close to brush against its diamond hard length every time I pull her out of the water to throw her back to my bud.
One time, her hands wrap around and squeeze my wide girth and almost make me lose it. Seeing her bikini top dislodging every time the force of the water drags at it has me burning up for her body to be as naked as Jacket and I are. Her tits bounce and sway in the tiny triangles, the sides bared, her nipples jutting out through the fabric. It's all I can do not to slide my fingers under her bikini bottoms.
The craving to stroke her swollen clit, push my fingers inside her pussy which belongs to me, is unbearable. I meet Jacket's hooded gaze and know he's just as tormented. She's driving us both to distraction and I think she knows it. I think she thoroughly relishes having two guys hot for her.
The sudden realization that I have the power to give her that fantasy hits me with irrevocable force. She belongs to me now. I know that without doubt. We are as solid as the rock jutting out by the shore. This is her chance to experience two men reveling in her body. If she wants it.
“I didn't bring a towel,” she whispers when we eventually emerge from the water.
All three of us are enervated and pink from the heat inside rather than the water's chill.
“Take my tee,” I grab it for her and then hook my fingers into the side of her bikini top to cover up her delicious flesh.
I don't want my old bud giving her any more of an eyefuck unless I'm certain she wants it. She walks away into the trees to modestly change and Jacket slaps at my shoulder.
“Sorry, Man. I didn't know you had a thing with your sister yourself.”
“No you got it wrong -” I immediately let him know.
“It's okay, Bro,” he interrupts me. “I can sense all the chemistry firing between you two. I notice you can't keep your hands off her. And I don't judge another man, not so long as everyone's a grown up.”
“No, it's not like that -”
“And after what we've been through, well – anything goes right?”
I can't repress a low animalistic growl brimming with frustration that he's not hearing me.
“No seriously, I do mean, you got it all wrong.” I try again.
“Okay Bro, no prob.”
He's clearly not taking me in, too keen to let me know he's cool with me banging my own sister, now that he's clued in.
“I get it, Dude, I do,” he continues. “After dreaming every night of your girl that got away, not getting her back, I get that you don't wanna commit to another straight-up woman.”
“You do not get it,” I snarl, pissed now that he doesn't just hear what I'm saying.
I don't want him thinking those kind of thoughts about Scherri. She's the most perfect, purest angel in the world and deserves nothing but adulation from every man.
“She is not-”
“Jacket. I'm not his sister.”
We both whirl around to where Scherri's standing behind us, watching me come close to decking him. Jacket is his usual devil-may-care self, as non-plussed as ever, just rolling through life like it owes him big time, nothing getting in his way of having any effect at all. How easy not to give a fuck about anything. To take his pleasure when he wants it. I envy him for that.
“You ain't? Your mother made a mistake?” Jacket murmurs, his eyes getting all soft when he looks at her.
“I'm not his sister but I am that girl he lay awake dreaming about,” she says. “At least I hope I am. I better be.”
“Of course you are. There's never been anyone but you, Scher.”
“So, she's the first kiss girl too – your sister?” Jacket blurts.
“She's not my sister.”
“I'm not his sister.”
Scherri and I announce at the same time. We're both half mad, half in hysterics at the dumbfounded look on Jacket's normally placid face.
“But you told all of us guys, you never stopped telling us in fact, about the first kiss girl – your childhood friend.”
Now at last, I get to take Scherri's hand while we're standing in front of someone else. It feels so damn good to claim her as mine before a witness.
“And then our parents started an affair that broke my family,” she tells him. Her voice croaks at the memory and I pull her in close under my wing, my arm possessing her.
“Wow, that's heavy. Sorry to hear that, Baby.”
The bastard still can't stop looking at her. And I feel Scherri melting under my arm. For some reason she's wearing only my tee shirt. Her bikini top is in her hand. I note that her dress is still on the ground where she tossed it. She forgot to take it with her to change into.
I guess we're all a little befuddled by the situation here. There's no point denying it. The sparks aren't only flying between Scher and Jacket. The idea of sharing her with him, the guy I have a particular history with, if I'm honest it makes my dick steam.
“And sorry for, you know, making dog eyes at your girl,” Jacket tells me. “But you're gonna have to keep her under lock and key because she is smoking hot and every guy on the planet is gonna fall for that smile and those curves.”
“Don't you worry, Bro.” I inform him. “I'm intending to take very good care of her.”