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Nick laughed uncomfortably. “She’s your sister. And you’re practically my brother. It would be too weird.” Nick wondered who he was trying to convince.
Chris nodded, then smiled, closing the barbecue top and finishing his beer. “So, Nicky boy, how are you going to feel when my Patriots defeat your Giants?”
As the afternoon passed by in a blur, Nick was bombarded by images that were making him fidget uneasily, especially in the presence of Chris. Amy and Nikki rubbed sunscreen on each other’s backs, laid out in the sun, letting the rays bounce off their tight, tawny flesh. When some of Amy’s margarita dripped on her arm, she licked off the juice. Nick paid no attention to the dozens of other guests who gradually infiltrated the backyard, stealing glances at Amy when Chris wasn’t looking. After a short time he realized that Amy was gazing right back at him, the corners of her blue eyes turned up in amusement. He prayed Chris was blind to their steamy visual exchanges– and to the evident torment in his shorts.
Some time after six o’clock, Amy’s party was in full swing. The expansive backyard and pool area were packed with Amy and Chris’s friends. The beer had gone right to Nick’s head and bladder, and he ducked out of giving one of his friends legal advice so he could run to the little boy’s room.
As he relieved himself, he again imagined what lay between the loose strings of Amy’s skimpy bikini bottoms. He washed his hands, checking his reflection in the bathroom mirror and caught sight of a pink sunburn on his cheeks and a savage look in his eye. Someone knocked at the door.
“One sec,” he said, quickly flushing cold water over his face and breathing deeply to eliminate his lusty thoughts.
Nick opened the door, and before he could step out, Amy pushed him back against the counter, locking the door behind them.
“What are you doing?” he asked, feigning naiveté.
“You’ve been staring at me all day,” she replied, pressing up against his hard body. Her lush mouth swept over his neck, her hands brushing the bare skin of his back underneath his shirt.
“And vice versa,” he sighed, trying to push her back slightly to regroup.
“Don’t think you can lawyer your way out of this,” she murmured into his mouth, her hands finding his erection and stroking him gently over his bathing shorts. He sighed and gently held her wrist to get her to stop. The image of Chris barging in on them, followed by feeling his friend’s well-trained fists of fury breaking every bone in his body, made Nick hesitate.
“I see you didn’t lose your stubbornness in Europe,” he said roughly.
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