The Summer of Fuck Ch. 04

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The alarm sliced through the air like a warning shot, yanking me out of yet another poor night's sleep. I smacked my phone until it stopped screaming, then lay there blinking at the ceiling. It was now two weeks since the vacation, two weeks since everything.

I stared at the ceiling for a beat too long, caught in that strange purgatory of what my relationship with Addison was. We had bonded like no brother and sister should at the cabin. Since then, there has been near radio silence. We behaved like we did before the trip to the cabin. There was no mention of the events of that weekend.

The bed creaked as I sat up. A soft groan in the old floorboards greeted my bare feet. Somewhere outside, a bird was going absolutely feral about the sunrise. I left the cabin, no longer thinking about my ex, but now thinking about my sister.

Today was the first day at the new job. My dad insisted I pick up a summer job so I would have spending money at college.

The kitchen smelled like coffee before I even walked in. My mom was already there, the soft hum of the blender signaling she was working on her morning smoothie.

"Morning," she said, reaching for a plate of scrambled eggs. "I made your favorite."

I rubbed my eyes. "Thanks, Mom," I muttered, grabbing a fork and sinking into the familiar comfort of home. The eggs were fluffly, just how I liked them. "You didn't have to make breakfast."

She waved me off, already moving the kitchen like it was a well-rehearsed routine. "You start your new job today, right? I figured you could use a good meal to get you through the morning."

I nodded, shoveling eggs into my mouth. It was hard not to feel guilty. My mother was oblivious to what had transpired between her children.

I finished breakfast quickly, then grabbed my bag off the chair by the door. I wasn't about to let myself fall into the old habits of overthinking things.

"Love you, Mom," I said, squeezing past her to grab my keys.

"Love you, too, Hon. Don't forget to smile today."

As I left, I shot her a half-smile, slamming the door shut behind me.

The heat of California already pressed in, the sun just beginning to crawl its way up over the hills. I threw on my sunglasses and slid into my car. The drive was short, just a few blocks to the country club.

The smell of fresh-cut grass hit me before I even saw the club itself. The place always felt like a world of its own. Expensive, manicured lawns, and members who probably had more than enough time to perfect their golf swings.

I parked in the back lot, next to a line of golf carts, each one gleaming in the early morning light. I'd gotten the job through a friend's cousin who worked here part-time. They needed someone to help with the carts and occasionally assist the golfers who needed a hand with their clubs. Nothing glamorous, but it paid better than a lot of other jobs, and I figured the gig could teach me some skills that might come in handy later.

As I walked through the club's back door, I was hit with the low murmur of the early crowd already getting their tee times. The place had that upscale feel, but also a laid-back vibe if you looked past the shiny logo-emblazoned polos and designer sunglasses. I guess that was the charm of the country club. Everyone was rich, but they didn't need to make it obvious. They just were.

Inside, I found a guy in his late twenties, wearing a uniform shirt with the club's crest and a name tag that read "Rick." He sat behind the counter, sipping his drink and scrolling through his phone.

"Rick? I was told to find you. My name is Calvin, the new hire."

"Hello, Calvin," he said, glancing up. "I'll show you the ropes."

I set my bag down next to the counter and ran a hand through my hair, suddenly self-conscious. This was the first step into a whole new routine. "So, what's the deal? What do I need to do?"

Rick slid off his stool and gestured toward the golf carts lined up outside. "Pretty simple. You'll help load the carts for the golfers, take their bags to the tee box when needed, clean and maintain the carts, that kind of thing. It's not too bad, especially early in the morning when it's quiet like this. Later on, the course gets packed, but you'll get the hang of it."

I nodded, still trying to shake the sense of everything being a bit too perfect, too well-maintained, for my taste. But the pay was decent, and the hours would help me focus on something other than Addison.

"Alright, sounds good," I said, following Rick outside.

The sun was creeping higher, turning the sky into a soft shade of blue as we passed rows of neatly trimmed hedges and water features that sparkled in the light. There was a golf tournament in full swing by the time I got to the first hole, a few early birds in their polos and khakis already lining up their shots. I grabbed a golf bag from the cart and headed toward one of the players who looked like he needed a hand.

"Morning," I said, adjusting the bag's strap as I offered it up to the guy on the tee. He looked like he was probably older than my dad, but he gave me a nod and a half-smile.

"Thanks, kid. I'll take it from here." He swung a club, perfecting his form as if he were trying to show off for a crowd that wasn't there.

As I walked back toward the carts, I couldn't help but feel that gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach, the same feeling I'd had for the past two weeks since getting home from that weekend getaway with Addison. There had been moments of clarity on that trip, sure, moments where I thought we were making progress, maybe even moving forward together. But since we'd gotten back, things had been... weird.

Addison hadn't said anything. Not about the weekend. Not about anything that had happened between us. It was like the whole trip had been erased the second we walked back through the door.

I glanced toward the clubhouse, my stomach tightening. What did we have, exactly? Was she just avoiding me, or was I reading into things too much? I didn't know, but I was sure I didn't have the guts to ask her either.

"Hey, Calvin!" Rick called, pulling me out of my head. "We need a hand over by the 8th hole."

I nodded and grabbed a few bags, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. But even as I worked, the questions about Addison lingered.

I rotated between holes, helping the club members with whatever they needed. First day. Keep your head down, that was the plan.

Then Rick called me over with a nod.

"Hey, Calvin, I need you inside. A lady near the tennis court needs your help."

I didn't ask questions. Just nodded and made my way to the tennis court.

She was waiting near the tennis lockers, mid-thirties, maybe forties, dressed sharp but casual, like she belonged everywhere she went. She turned when she heard me.

"You work here?" she asked, already smiling.

"Yeah, just started today."

"Well, welcome. I'm already putting you to work."

She laughed softly, and I managed a smile.

"What do you need help with?" I asked.

"Lockers jammed. Or maybe I just forgot the combination again. Either way, it's being stubborn."

I knelt beside the lock, tried the combo she gave me, then jiggled it a little. It clicked open like it was never stuck to begin with.

"Impressive," she said. "You've got the magic touch."

"Beginner's luck," I said.

She gave me a look, just long enough to notice something was off.

"Tough morning?" she asked.

I hesitated. "Something like that."

She didn't press. Just leaned against the wall casually, arms folded, like she had time.

"I find the courts are great for clearing my head," she said. "Or talking, if that's more your speed."

I surprised myself by saying, "It's a girl."

"Ah," she said, with a knowing nod. "Always is."

I found myself talking more than I expected, more than I meant to. The words came out in pieces at first, careful and uncertain, but she didn't rush me or try to fill the quiet. I kept it vague enough not to reveal the relationship between Addison and me. Something about her presence made it easy to let my guard down. Before I realized it, I said more than I had to anyone. There was no judgment in her eyes, just an easy kind of understanding that made me feel, for the first time in a while, like I wasn't carrying it all alone.

When I finally stopped, there was a strange lightness in my chest, like I had set something heavy down without meaning to.

"I, uh, have to get back to work. Thanks for hearing me out," I said.

"You don't have to go back to work. Why don't you stay here with me? I don't think you're in the right mental state. Wouldn't be great if you ruined someone's golf clubs or crashed a golf cart." She leaned in, "Between you and me, the people here are stuck up and jackasses, but don't tell anyone I said that."

I laughed. "I'll keep it between us. If I'm going to be helping you out, I should probably ask your name."

"Diane. Diane Ashburne."

"Wait! Like THE Ashburne."

Diane smiled knowingly at my reaction, clearly used to the awe her last name stirred in people.

"In the flesh," she said. "But don't hold it against me. I'm not nearly as terrifying or rude as the rest of my family."

I laughed again, though a little more nervously this time. The Ashburnes were basically local royalty, philanthropists, business moguls, and political donors all rolled into one glamorous, gossip-column-worthy family. I'd just spent the last fifteen minutes venting about my anxiety to someone who probably owned half the golf course.

She stood up, dusting off her slacks. "Come on. Walk me back to the lounge. You've earned a break."

I did, and we chatted a little more about nothing in particular, mostly her asking questions that somehow made me forget how nervous I was. When we parted ways near the clubhouse, she gave me a wink and a gentle pat on the arm.

"You'll be fine here, Calvin," she said. "You're more put together than you think."

By the time my shift ended, the sun was dipping below the treetops, and my feet ached from standing. But there was something else, too, something like clarity. Like I'd survived the first round of something big and maybe, just maybe, could handle the rest.

The house was quiet when I stepped inside, the kind of quiet that tells you something's off. I dropped my bag by the door, calling out, "Mom? Dad?"

No answer.

A note on the kitchen counter caught my eye.

'We had to leave town unexpectedly. Your Aunt Elise had a fall, and your mom wanted to be there for her. We'll be gone a few days. Food's stocked, and the neighbor has a key if anything urgent comes up.

Love you.

Mom & Dad"

I stood there a moment, the silence settling deeper into the walls around me. I wasn't sure what I felt. Concern, mostly, but also a strange sense of space. Like everything had shifted a little while I wasn't looking.

I grabbed a soda from the fridge, sat down on the couch, and stared at nothing in particular. First days, family emergencies, and surprise run-ins with high society.

Yeah. It had been a day.

Then I remembered, I would be home alone with Addison for the next few days.

My stomach twisted at the thought. Not from the nerves, well, maybe a little, but mostly from the memory of that weekend at the cabin. How quickly the space between us disappeared and then reappeared the second we stepped foot inside our house. She'd gone right back to being my older sister, Addison.

But I hadn't forgotten.

I heard movement upstairs. A door creaked, and then the soft pat of bare feet against the floorboards. I glanced towards the stairs as Addison descended, wearing one of those oversized tees and boy shorts.

"Hey," she said, passing by me to the kitchen. "How was your first day of work?"

"Not bad."

"Mom and Dad left to visit Aunt Elise. She had a nasty fall and needs help for a few days."

"Yeah, I saw the note."

She grabbed a drink from the fridge and turned, I could feel her eyes settling on me. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "Weird day."

Addison smiled. Confident. Knowing. Dangerous. The same kind of smile I saw at the cabin. She came over and sat beside me on the couch, close enough that our knees brushed. "Well," she said, voice low, "I can think of a few ways to make it better."

My heart skipped.

Just like that, she was back. The version of her that had me wrapped around her finger. Like she hadn't spent the last two weeks pretending it never happened. Like we hadn't been walking around each other like ghosts of something unspoken.

And I hated how fast I leaned into it.

My brain scrambled for meaning, for explanation. Was this real? Was it just because we were alone again? What did she want?

I didn't know.

But when she shifted closer, fingers brushing mine, all those questions faded into nothingness. Because the truth was, I didn't care. Not right now. Not when her touch felt like everything I hadn't let myself miss out loud.

I let her pull me under again, even if part of me knew I was already in too deep.

Her lips locked onto mine, with no resistance from my part. The kiss deepened quickly, fierce and unrelenting. Her hand slipped into my pants, rubbing my already stiffening cock.

My hand found the opening at the bottom of her shirt and made it's way to her tits, unrestrained by a bra. We reacquainted ourselves with each other's bodies, our lips refusing to let go.

She pulled my penis out of my shorts and broke away from the kiss. With one agonizingly slow motion, she ran her tongue along the side of my shaft. Once she got to the top, she worked her way down, planting small kisses until she reached my balls.

She sucked one of my balls into her mouth, using her tongue to stimulate it.

My hand tugged her shirt over her head. Her breasts pressed against my thigh as she finally took my cock in her mouth. Right away, she went for the kill as she took my entire length.

"Glnggg. Glcckkk." Addison came up, strands of saliva between her lips and my cock making a thin, sticky bridge. Her eyes watered, but that didn't matter as she immediately went back for more. Gagging. Choking. Forcing herself to deepthroat her brother.

It was as if she were making up for the past two weeks. The deepthroating gradually turned into normal blowjob. Her head bobbed rhythmically in my lap, the room filled with the sounds of her slurping. She maintained her pace, taking no breaks, taking as much as she could each time down.

No words were being said. Just two people satisfying their pent-up sexual needs.

"I'm gonna cum," I grunted, raising my hips off the couch.

I overloaded her mouth with my cum, endless spurts of cum shooting into her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all in time, and some of it dribbled onto the sofa.

Wasting no time, she got on her back and slipped out of her shorts.

My seed was dripping from her mouth, some of it making its way to her chest. I was on top of her in no time, both of us fighting to put my cock in her. With me inside her, she said, "Fuck me. Fuck me like we're back in the cabin."

I listened to my sister like a good little brother. I fucked her. I fucked her hard. All the passive aggression that had built up over these two weeks because of her was now being taken out on her.

My jaw clenched, sweat dripping, hips thrusting at an unsustainable pace. I was giving her everything I had and then some.

Our bodies collided loudly, no doubt that it would be a bright red when we were done. Her boobs moved violently on her chest, each thrust sending them in an unpredictable motion.

Addison's eyes closed for a second before opening again, but only the whites could be seen. Her eyes had rolled back into her head. She lifted her back off the sofa, her hands tightly gripping whatever they could come in contact with, her legs claimed a vice grip on me.

"Ahhhh," she moaned at the top of her lungs.

That was the moment that pushed me over the edge. With a primal scream, I unleashed a torrential flood of semen into her, still pistoning into her.

Then, everything went black.

I stirred awake in the early morning, the kind of stillness that made every sound feel louder than it was. I reached for my phone to see that it was 1:47 AM. The room was dark, with the only light coming from the kitchen appliances.

Addison was asleep, still beneath me. Her breath was slow, even, and steady.

I had fallen asleep on top of her. In fact, I was still inside of her. Our legs were tangled together. The air carried the heat of our closeness, and the subtle scent of sex still lingered.

She hadn't moved. Her body was completely at rest, like she'd melted into the sofa. I stayed still, my limbs heavy with comfort and exhaustion.

I lay there for a moment longer, eyes half-closed, but the stiffness was starting to creep into my back, a dull ache from sleeping in an awkward position. I shifted carefully off her. She murmured something in her sleep, but didn't wake.

I stood up slowly and stretched the stiffness out of my back. In the kitchen, I filled a glass with water and drank it in one go. My muscles begged for another stretch, which I listened to. My arms overhead, spine arching until I heard a satisfying crack.

Back in the living room, I glanced at the sofa, where Addison was now curled up in a ball, one arm tucked beneath her head. I didn't want to climb back in the tight space and wake her, so I made my way over to the recliner. It wasn't the most comfortable place in the world, but my body was too tired to argue.

Within minutes, sleep had pulled me under again.

The scent of coffee hit me in the morning. My eyes opened to the soft light coming through the windows. The room was brighter, golden with early morning light. A soft rustling made me turn my head to see Addison standing next to me, holding two mugs. She extended one toward me.

"I would've let you sleep, but you need to get to work," she said, her voice husky with sleep. "When did you move to the recliner?"

I sat up slowly, taking the mug with a small, grateful smile. "I woke up at around 2. What time is it now?"

"7:18."

"I got time. Only need to get in by 8:30."

The coffee warmed his hands, the mug heavy. Addison sat on the edge of the sofa, hair tousled from sleep, and she had yet to get dressed.

"Why don't you go get showered?" she said. "I'll get some breakfast ready for you by the time you're done."

I stood up and stretched again, my spine popping with more reluctance this time. "This chair wasn't made for actual sleep."

"No," she agreed, "but you looked peaceful. I didn't want to move you."

I paused, looking at her again. Hair messy, eyes soft, the kind of morning glow that wasn't sunlight. I wanted to call off and spend the entire day with her, but the real world was ticking.

"I'll shower fast."

When I got downstairs after the shower, Addison had put on her clothes from last night. There was a plate of scrambled eggs and buttered toast waiting for me on the table.

"Thanks," I said, sitting at the table. Addison had stayed by the counter instead of joining him at the table.

The conversation was neutral.

"Think it'll be hot today?" she asked.

"Probably. It's been getting worse each day."

She nodded, scrolling on her phone. "Hydrate. I'm going to call Mom and Dad to see how Aunt Elise is doing. I'll catch you when you get back from work." She then ascended the stairs.

No mention of last night. No teasing, no apology for the weeks before. Just Addison, calm and detached, as if we were just roommates with the occasional shared silence. I didn't want to press it. Not yet.

Work at the country club was uneventful, at least on the surface. I moved between tasks. Checking in carts, loading golf bags, answering half-hearted nods from the wealthy. All while scanning the grounds here and there for any glimpse of Diane. But she wasn't around today.

Part of me felt stupid for looking.

Still, I settled into a rhythm. I found a quiet satisfaction in doing things without being told, in knowing where things belonged. It was only day 2, but Rick was already giving me fewer instructions, which I took as progress. It felt good to be useful, even though it was to high-class snobs.

Day 2 had come to an end. The sun had begun its descent, casting long golden shadows across the clubs' manicured lawns. I wiped sweat from my neck with the hem of my polo shirt, nodding goodbye to Rick.

No sign of Diane the entire day. Maybe she was just being polite yesterday. Maybe it was a one-off interaction. Still, something about her stuck with me.

The drive home was quiet, windows down, the breeze mixing with the hum of tired thoughts. As I pulled into the driveway, the house looked lifeless, and something in me shifted a little. I couldn't say what, only that it did.

Inside, the air was cooler. The scent of something fresh, maybe lavender, floated through the hall. I kicked off my shoes and listened for movement.

"Hey," came Addison's voice from the living room.

I rounded the corner and stopped.

She was standing near the door, hair done, makeup sharp, wearing this black dress I hadn't seen before, tight in all the ways that made it impossible not to look. She was sliding on a pair of heels.

"Going out?" I asked, dumbly.

"Yeah," she said, grabbing her purse. "Just out to shake my ass with the girls. You know, the usual."

That was it. No mention of last night. No wink, no trace of the girl who had literally climbed onto me on the couch twenty-four hours ago.

"Cool," I said, because I didn't know what else to say.

She smiled, polite and distant, and then she slipped out the door.

I stood there a second too long before heading to my room.

A quick shower didn't help much. I stared at myself in the mirror afterward, towel around my shoulders, still feeling like I was trying to shake off a nightmare. Was last night just a blip? Something she needed in that second and already forgot about?

My phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. It was from my friend Eli.

Eli: You around tonight? Brayden's already here.

I didn't hesitate.

Me: omw

Fifteen minutes later, I was in Eli's garage, his dad had turned it into a sort of hangout space. Brayden was leaning back in a beanbag, half-watching some action movie, half-scrolling on his phone.

Eli tossed me a Coke and gave me that look. The one that said 'you good?' without actually asking.

I nodded and cracked it open.

"Yo," Brayden said, eyes flicking up. "Heard a rumor. You and Kayla?"

I took a sip. "Yeah. It's true."

No one said anything for a second. The movie kept playing in the background, with some explosions lighting up the room.

"Damn," Eli muttered, finally. "You good?"

I shrugged. "Working on it." And that was the truth, as much as I knew how to say it. "I wanted to tell you guys, but didn't have time. I went on that trip I told you about. My dad already paid for everything, and he said it would be stupid to waste it."

"Wait, you still went?" Eli asked, raising a brow. "By yourself? Or did she break up after the trip?"

"Nah." I took another sip. "Addison came with."

They both looked at me like I'd dropped a plot twist.

"Addison?" Brayden blinked. "Like your sister, Addison?"

"Yeah. You guys were out of town, and she had nothing else to do. It made sense at the time."

"Dude, Eli said. "That had to be... interesting. A romantic trip that was planned with your girlfriend, but you end up taking your sister instead."

"It was," I said, keeping my voice neutral. "We just did a lot of hiking and hung out at the cabin. It was chill."

I kept it vague. Obviously, I couldn't mention the roadhead, the cliffside sex, the skinny-dipping, and everything else that transpired that weekend.

Brayden let out a low whistle. "Man, if you told me, I would've come with you and Addison."

I didn't answer right away. This had been the norm for a while now.

Eli leaned forward, grinning. "Dude, Addison's hot. Like way out-of-your-league hot."

Brayden smirked. "Seriously, I know your sister is hot, but didn't think she was into all this outdoorsy shit."

Eli laughed. "Yeah, man. If I had someone like that tagging along on a cabin trip, I wouldn't come back."

I just gave a small shake of my head, taking another sip of my Coke.

Brayden leaned back into the beanbag, kicking his feet on the table. "Is she seeing anyone?"

That sat weird in my chest, weirder than usual. "She's in a complicated situation now."

Eli whistled low this time. "Complicated, huh? Sounds like that dude is a dumbass. If I was that guy, I would treat your sister like a fucking queen."

Brayden nodded. I could feel their eyes on me, like they were waiting for me to say something. Truth is, I didn't even know what story I'd be telling even if I did talk about it.

The rest of the night passed in low-effort conversation and half-watched movies. Brayden got distracted by the latest girl he was trying to pull, and Eli spent more time scrolling through his phone.

I wasn't really there either. Just kind of floating.

By the time the credits rolled and pizza had gone stale, I stood up and stretched.

"Gonna bounce," I said.

Eli nodded. "Text us sometime."

Brayden agreed.

I gave them both a half-hearted smile and a sarcastic salute, then slipped out the side door into the night.

When I pulled into the driveway, the house looked dark except for the porch light. She wasn't home yet.

I stepped inside and called out, just to be sure. No answer.

The living room was empty, and the house felt still. The couch cushions were slightly out of place, and I noticed faint stains on the fabric, subtle, but still there. It looked like Addison had tried to scrub them out, not that it worked. I simply flipped the cushion over.

I wandered into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and leaned against the counter. Last night felt like a different planet. Tonight, I was just orbiting it.

I ended up back in the living room, on the sofa, flipping through TV channels, not finding anything I liked. The couch still smelled faintly of Addison, her shampoo, her body wash, her perfume. I sat sideways, feet up, one arm behind my head, letting the screen blur into nothing.

I wasn't tired, but I wasn't exactly awake either.

Eventually, I gave up and went up to my room. I threw myself on the bed and tossed my blanket over me. My eyelids were starting to get heavy when I heard the door open.

Soft steps came up the stairs and opened my door.

"Hey," said a familiar, soft voice.

I turned my head.

Addison stood in the doorway, her makeup a little smudged, her hair pulled messily over one shoulder. She looked like she'd been out dancing, drinking, or both. Her eyes, however, were sharp. Locked on me.

She closed the door behind her slowly, toeing her way towards me.

"I was hoping you'd still be up," she said, her voice lower now, almost a whisper.

Something in her tone made me sit up straight, the blanket sliding to my waist. I turned on the lamp.

"Why?"

She didn't answer right away, at least not with her words. Instead, she crossed the room, slow and deliberate, the corner of her mouth pulling into the kind of smirk that always meant trouble.

She leaned over the edge of my bed, face inches from mine.

"Because I'm in a mood," she said.

Then she kissed me.

And just like that, she was back.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled me, deepening the kiss with a kind of urgency that made it hard to think. Her hands cupped my face, firm and certain, like she needed to hold on to something real. I let my fingers trail along her sides, finding the zipper at the back of her dress and sliding it down slowly.

The fabric loosened around her shoulders, and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress clung to her for a moment longer before she shrugged it down with a quiet breath, her skin warm beneath my hands.

She let the dress fall off her, tossing it to the floor. The soft lamplight caught the curve of her back as she leaned in again.

I ran a hand up her spine, slow and careful, feeling her steady herself against me. Her fingers curled into the hem of my shirt and tugged it up and over my head, tossing it aside without looking.

We lay back together, tangled in the sheets, the room quiet except for the sound of our kissing and the rustle of skin against fabric. Her touch wasn't rushed. It was thoughtful, almost like she was memorizing something she already knew wouldn't last.

I held her closer, my hand brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She kissed the underside of my jaw, making her way down my chest. She removed my shorts, freeing my throbbing member. She came back up, gently tracing her body against my penis.

Addison was now face to face with me again. Our lips once again locked onto each other. The heat between us built gradually, nothing rushed, a slow burn that pulled us together.

When she finally sank against me, it wasn't sudden, it was seamless. Her breath hitched at first as I entered her. Her hips rolled gently at first, setting a rhythm. My hands found her waist, holding her steady, guiding her only when she let me.

Her eyes met mine, wide open, focused. There was no distance in them this time, no deflection. Just something raw. Honest.

I kissed her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, the place beneath her jaw where she was most vulnerable. She shivered and tightened her hold on me, her breath catching in a way that made everything inside me ache.

The pace quickened slightly, but the silence held. Just the friction of skin and heat, and everything we couldn't say out loud about our taboo relationship.

Her rhythm deepened, and each movement she made was more deliberate, more aggressive. I could feel every part of her, the way her breath trembled, the quiet, unspoken tension building between us.

I took her breasts in my mouth. Gently sucking on her nipples.

Her breath caught, faster now, uneven, her pussy tighetening around my cock as the wave crested. She clung to me, shaking silently through it, and I followed not long after, the tension breaking all at once, sharp and consuming.

We stayed like that, locked together in the afterglow, her face buried in the curve of my shoulder, her body still trembling slightly against mine. My arms didn't loosen, not right away. Neither of us wanted to let go.

For the second night in a row, Addison and I fell asleep tangled in each other, her body draped over mine this time, her cheek resting against my shoulder. I drifted off not long after she did.

The sound of a phone ringing pulled me out of whatever sleep I'd managed. Groggy, I fumbled around for the noise. The screen lit up with 'Mom'.

Instinct took over. I swiped to answer.

"Hello?"

A pause. Then my mom's voice came through, confused. "Why are you answering Addison's phone?"

My mind scrambled, still half-asleep. "Oh, she left it out here when she went for a walk. I only picked it up cause it was you calling." I didn't even know if that made sense, but I ran with it.

Another pause. "Well, okay. We'll be heading back soon. Elise is doing fine. We'll be home tonight."

"Got it," I said, trying to sound casual. "Safe drive. Tell Aunt Elise I hope she gets better."

I ended the call and sighed, dropping the phone on the nightstand. Addison stirred slightly but didn't wake. I shifted beneath her, careful not to jar her too much as I eased her off of me and onto the bed. She murmured something in her sleep but settled again once the blanket was pulled over her.

I stood there for a second, just looking at her. In the dim morning light, she looked so peaceful, bare shoulders exposed, hair messy across the pillow, one hand curled against her chest. Part of me wanted to climb back in.

Instead, I turned away and started getting ready for work.

By the time I dressed, had my keys, and was halfway through a granola bar, Addison was still asleep. I didn't wake her.

Work that day felt like white noise. Golf carts. Bags. Polite nods and tight-lipped smiles from the regular. This was getting repetitive fast. But I didn't mind it. The routine helped quiet my head.

Diane Ashburne stood near the patio, dressed like she'd stepped off the cover of some lifestyle magazine. Light slacks, tennis shoes, hair in a loose braid. She raised a hand in a lazy wave when she saw me.

"Hey there," she said. "Didn't see you yesterday."

"I could say the same to you."

She smiled. "Yeah, that was my fault. Felt like being a little lazy. That allowed?"

"You're an Ashburne. You can do whatever you want."

She giggled. She tilted her head, examining me. "So? Any progress on your girl situation?"

I let out a quiet laugh. "Progress? Not sure that's the right word. Complicated might be better."

Her eyes lit with interest. "I'm listening."

I told her just enough to give her an idea, but safe for Addison and me. That things were messy and unclear. I could tell Diane wasn't looking for gossip. She was looking to help. She listened, like she was taking mental notes.

"Well," she said after a pause. "Sounds like you're in deeper than you planned. Just remember, messy doesn't mean wrong. Sometimes it means it matters."

Yeah, in this case it definitely is wrong. But her words stuck with me long after I'd gone back to hauling bags.