Page 18 of Valentine Dare

“Nah, he never goes direct.” Brent pondered, but he was talking to the wrong man. I had no idea of Trent’s schedule, and he only shared on a need-to-know basis. I respected his privacy, unlike Brent.

“Anyway, thanks for doing this. Looks great.”

“Yeah, you need some fat on you. You’re looking a bit thin.”

“The end of school is approaching. Who would have thought the summer would fly by so quickly.”

He stared at me for a split second as if he was going to say something, but a sleepy-eyed Jenny walked in.

“Morning guys. Prent and Brent, right?” She nodded in the right directions.

We exchanged looks, and I couldn’t help but ask.

“How did you know?”

“Well, you’ve got longer hair, and you’re leaner than the other two and Brent, well…”

Brent shifted closer toward her, shirtless, and she turned red noticing he was half-naked.

“Well, you’re the confident one. You would easily come in the kitchen with no shirt with a houseguest in the house and not feel shy about it.”

I laughed, thinking she knew my brother too well.

“Wow! She’s only stayed for two weeks, and she knows my boys too well,” Mom said as she burst into the kitchen. Brent rubbed his chest, proud of Jenny’s observations, and Mom kissed both of us on the cheek and hugged Jenny.

“On my way out, big case. Don’t be late for dinner. And see you all later,” she said as she tried to hurry in her black pencil skirt suit.

As I put the last of my fried eggs and bacon in my mouth, I felt the need to have another plate after Jenny had noticed that I was the skinny one. Okay, so she never said it as blatant as that, but this is what she implied. Mom and my brothers had said it so many times, but hearing another person say it hit home that I must put on some weight, even if it wasn’t loads. Brent was the heavy eater. He’d been like that from a baby mom claimed, which was whenever we looked at photos of us when we were young it was easy to figure out who was who.

Brent was the chubby one, I was the skinny one, and Trent was in between.

“I’ll get changed and ready to go…” she said as she stood, staring at my empty plate, and I noticed her nipples which were on display through her thin shirt. Judging by Brent just having his eyes fixated on her chest, I wasn’t the only one.

“I can make you a plate if you like.” Brent offered, still not talking to her face, but her chest.

“You don’t mind? I’m thinking I should really job hunt or something. We still have another couple of weeks before school. I could work weekends after the summer is over.”

“Seriously, I don’t mind. Sounds like a fine plan!”

He shook his head, and she smiled. This was when I noticed she wasn’t so innocent. She knew as Brent adjusted his cock and I shifted more under the breakfast table, the effect she was having on us both. She wasn’t hiding it as she came close to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “You look as if you want another plate too?”

I nodded, my head unable to get my eyes off them. She sat proudly as if she loved the arousal she was causing, which made me think Jenny wasn’t as innocent as I thought she was, rather, far from it. I wondered if she would be the breaking of the relationship I had with my brothers because it was clear as Brent handed her a plate, I wasn’t the only one who had a crush on her.

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