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the vision of Brandis’ deep brown skin away. She tucked herself under the steps, realizing if she made a move in any direction, they would see her. The unmistakable sound of his breathy next words made her blush to the ends of her hair.
    “Come for me.”
    At the sound of his whispered command, she very nearly did exactly that. Gripping the tread of the step, she tried not to watch, but the scene unfolding in front of her eyes made her weak-kneed, even more wet in the bikini, and dangerously jealous.
    The girl moaned, and Mo caught a flash of the creamy white skin of the girl’s leg as she draped it over Brandis’ dark shoulder. Her red toe nailed foot dug into the muscles of his back. One of his large hands clutched the girl’s ass, as he lowered his lips between her legs. A shaft of moonlight caught the couple, just as the girl raised her hips high and cried out, her hand now on his short hair, holding him in place. Mo’s eyes widened and she put a hand over her mouth, but kept watching as Brandis rose up over the mewling, writhing girl, his lips wet. She stared at his hand tugging a condom down over his… holy shit . Mo slammed her eyes shut, the memory of the sight of his long, thick cock burned into her retinas.
    “Ready, baby,” he growled as he licked his way up every inch of her skin. The moonlight caught his eyes. Mo had to bite her palm to keep from groaning aloud at the raw lust she saw there. Lust, not for her, the silly teenaged, besotted virginal sister of his friend, but for the lush, sexy woman who’d come all over his face.
    The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and they moved together in an ancient dance of eroticism. Their hips shifted, rolled and the girl started to pant and beg, “Harder, faster.” Mo tried not to watch anymore, but could not resist. The play of the muscles in his shoulders, back and ass as he thrust in and withdrew, as he leaned down to suck her nipple then capture her lips at the last minute hypnotized her. He moved fast, pounding into the girl. Mo put her hand between her legs, could feel herself pulse, her own need so great she wanted to cry at the force of it. “Gonna come, Brandis!” The girl yelped, ending in a moan of pleasure that matched the speed of his thrusts.
    “Me, too, baby…ah….yes!” He hissed. Mo tore her eyes away, unable take another minute of it. In her clumsy haste to escape, she knocked over a towering stack of plastic bins. Brandis jumped off the couch, grabbed a towel to cover himself. “God damn it, who’s there?” He growled, his voice still rough. Mo stopped at the foot of the basement steps and stared at him. His gorgeous v-shaped torso gleamed with sweat. The deep brown of his sleek skin, the distinct outline of his abs and chest made her want to lick her lips. He frowned, still squinting in her direction. She remembered he was woefully near-sighted but hated to wear his glasses. His lush lips turned down even further when she emerged into the dim light.
    Without a word, she turned suddenly and ran up the steps before she did something stupid, like cry or throw him down on the floor in front of the girl he’d just fucked and make him do the same to her. Realizing the summer still stretched out without an end, and that she’d better get the hell over her newfound sex obsession regarding Brandis Taylor, she wiped the unwelcome tears from her eyes, grabbed a cup out of some guy’s hand and downed whatever was in it. Shuddering as the harsh brown liquor seared her throat she shoved her way out to the patio and dove into the deep end of the pool hoping something would quell the nearly unbearable heat building inside her.
    Stupid, childish, immature, girl. That’s what you are to him. Nothing more or less An annoyance, like a mosquito, with your pushy groping and…Jesus, did you actually say “the deflowering thing” to him? Oh, God, you really are pitiful.
    She emerged at the other end, leaned her chin on her hands and watched