Page 5 of Rowdy and Willing

My cock throbs at the scene in my head, and I can’t help but stroke it. Imagining that it’s Windy doing the deed for me, taking care of me. Seeing all those voluptuous curves on display for me. Imagining her beneath my hands, running my touch down her body and seeing her push herself against me, needing me as much as I need her.

Her hand around my cock, stroking me, and the delicious pressure that would come. Her holding me tight, milking me harder, urging me faster. I gasp, the intensity of the moment building so fast. My imagination is vivid, but I’ve never felt something so intense by my own hand before. The thought of her drives me wild, my heart pounding faster. Wishing it was truly her hand, her mouth, her pussy. All of them dedicated to pleasing me, all while making her cry out for me louder and louder.

Her begging me to fuck her. Me happily obliging. Me eating her out, watching her writhe from each and every little thing that I do to her. Seeing her so damn happy being with me, her endless smile, knowing that we are destined to be together forever despite all of our worries and anxieties.

My yearning leads me to cum. My seed erupts out of me, lashing into the water, being taken away by the drain. I hold myself up against the shower wall, thinking for a moment.

How could I do something like this? She’s my best friend. We have something truly wonderful. Something we’ve built on for a decade already. Why am I so tempted to ruin it? To risk everything?

Just for a chance at some pussy?

God, I thought I was better than the idiot guys who would do anything for that, but I guess I have more in common with them than I thought.

At least I’m being tempted by the best girl possible, I comfort myself.

The hottest, smartest, sexiest girl in the world.

The one I forbid myself to go for.

Ugh.

I gotta get my shit together. Easier said than done, I know, but it has to be done.

I can’t keep going like this.

* * *

Next morningI’m up and frying some bacon and eggs. I want something hearty so I can focus on the day, which will require a lot of brain power and grunt work.

The cooking lures company down the stairs. My older brother, Cash, comes to the kitchen table. “That’s way more effort than your usual cereal and coffee. Are you making enough to share?”

“I can. I’ll toss a little bit more on the skillet because I just love you so much, big brother,” I shoot him the most sarcastic glare.

“That makes me uncomfortable. Please stop it.”

I laugh, and continue my cooking.

“What’s the occasion, anyway?”

“Got a big opportunity coming my way.”

“Oh really? Go on.”

“I’ve been thinking of something to try to save us some money on oil changes on the tractors and trucks. Keep a steady flow of lubricant going, save wear and tear, and in the big picture, save us money on repairs too.”

“Should have figured it was technical bullshit. How’s this an opportunity and not just your regular tinkering?”

“I’m meeting with a potential investor soon. I have to go and work on a prototype and get it working like I think it will. Then it’s over to Idaho to go make a presentation.”

“Hrm,” Cash rubs his chin. “Always knew you were too clever for this farm to keep you.”

“I’m not slacking on my duties if that’s what you're worried about. This is a side project. Maybe one that turns into something bigger, but for now? Definitely just a side project.”

“Do what your heart wants, Will. That’s what Mom would have told you to do.”

I nod, remembering how spirited our mother was. We lost so much when she passed.

Cash doesn’t even let the mention of her faze him, though. He’s still grinning.

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