The Size of Texas – Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

Ashlee stood by the window in her bikini, tugging at the bottom strap while fastening some glittery charms to the bikini bottom, while eyeing the backyard.

“Well, look at that,” she said, biting her lip. “It seems Troy already had his swim trunks on under his shorts. Also, shirtless seems to be his default.”

I didn’t answer. She wasn’t exactly whispering.

She turned and looked at me over her shoulder, still watching him through the glass. “Not that anyone seems to mind.”

I just shrugged and slipped into the bathroom without a word. Closed the door. Leaned on the sink.

My reflection looked like it hadn’t slept, even though I had. Sort of.

I pulled on my own swim trunks and instantly regretted the fit. Too tight. Way too tight. I adjusted, tried to breathe, adjusted again—no use. My dick had a mind of its own these days. Or rather, it had Ayden on its mind.

“Fuck,” I whispered, heart thudding. If I could just… reset it. Get the pressure down. Get him out of my system.

I sat on the toilet and started tugging. Fast and mechanical. Just relief. But my brain betrayed me fast—black lace, a knowing smirk, Ayden's goddamn tongue on his own finger tasting me. My cock twitched harder.

The door creaked.

“Babe?” Ashlee’s voice came through soft, casual, as she stepped inside, eyeliner in hand. “Are you jerking off or something?”

“No—no! I was just, uh, finishing up peeing.” I slammed the seat down and flushed like it would erase everything.

Ashlee raised a brow but didn’t press it. She leaned closer to the mirror, applying something glittery.

“I’m gonna finish my makeup. You can go wait at the pool.”

“You really need that much makeup? It’s like ninety-five out. And you already look gorgeous.”

She paused for a beat, lips pursed, eyes on her reflection. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I just wanna look my best. You know, for you.”

The tone made me pause. Not cold exactly—just distant.

I backed out slowly, the bathroom door clicking shut behind me.

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The sun hit like a brick wall the second I stepped outside.

Troy was already in the deep end, shirtless, golden, and frolicking like a child with an inflatable donut. He laughed as he flopped onto it sideways, arms sprawled like a teen magazine centerfold.

On the loungers nearby, Antonia and Austin both had sunglasses on and judgment dialed up to max.

Austin sucked slowly on a red-white-blue popsicle, head tilted. “Do you think he is always like this?” he murmured, not even bothering to whisper and pointing to oblivious Troy.

Antonia didn’t blink. “God, I hope so.”

Ayden, of course, was lounging under an umbrella with a glossy magazine and far too much of everything. His red Speedo left little to the imagination, the bulge straining with a familiarity I knew all too well.

He looked up as I approached. Smiled like he knew I’d tried (and failed) to jerk off mere minutes ago.

“Straight boy,” he sang, sitting up. “Can’t have you burning up. Come here, I’ll do your back.”

“I’m fine—”

“You’ll thank me when you’re not shedding skin like a molting snake in two days. Even Texans needs sunscreen” He grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and patted the lounger beside him. “Turn, cowboy.”

I hesitated a second too long. Antonia was watching. Austin was smirking behind his popsicle. Troy was still trying to backflip onto the inflatable.

I turned.

"Ayden exaggeratedly squirted lotion into his palm, rubbing it between his hands with sounds that instantly took me back to that time in his hotel room.

Then his hands landed on my back—warm, slow, too slow. The first few passes were almost clinical. Then lower. And lower.

“You’re tense,” he whispered. “Let me get that knot—right… here.”

His thumbs pressed dangerously close to my waistband. One finger grazed the edge of my trunks. My breath caught.

Shit! I was chubbing up, I needed to do something, anything.

I shot up like I’d been tased and dove into the pool mid-application.

Cold water hit me like a slap. I stayed under longer than I needed to, hoping my boner would drown in shame. When I came up for air, Ayden was waving innocently from the side.

Troy whooped and splashed in my direction. “Dude, the water’s sick, right?”

“Yeah,” I managed, voice tight. “Totally.”

Ayden just crossed his legs and went back to flipping pages in his magazine. Like he hadn’t just almost started World War III in my swim trunks.

After a while. I paddled to the edge of the pool just in time to see Ayden saunter off, hips loose, heading toward the cooler.

A moment later, the back door opened.

Ashlee strutted out in her pink bikini, sunglasses perched on her head like a tiara. She clocked Troy instantly.

“Troy, babe—you’re starting to burn,” she called sweetly. “Come here. Let me lotion you up.”

Troy, still giggling from whatever game he was playing with a pool noodle, bounded over. “Oh, cool. Thanks! I forget that’s a thing sometimes.”

He flopped onto a lounger, chest up, arms wide, like a golden retriever asking for belly rubs.

Ashlee perched beside him and uncapped the sunscreen with a slow snap. She squeezed a generous amount into her palm, rubbed her hands together, then started at his shoulders—working the lotion down over his pecs, abs, and just grazing the waistband of his tight trunks.

Troy blinked. “That feels really nice,” he mumbled.

“I know,” Ashlee said, smiling too sweetly. Her hands wandered lower.

I stared. Couldn’t help it. I should’ve been angry. I should’ve marched over there, flipped the lounger, demanded what the hell she was doing.

Instead… I just kind of froze.

My brain was a mess of “what the fuck” and “why is this hot?” I hated it. I hated that I didn’t hate it. My cock started to stir like it wanted to join the party.

Then Ayden reappeared—devouring a popsicle with slow, obscene intent. His lips wrapped around the red tip like it was made of something much thicker. His eyes found mine and held. He winked.

Even Austin let out a low whistle. “Damn,” he said. “Somebody’s trying to win Pride Week early.”

I dove back into the pool.

The cold did nothing.

And when Ashlee slipped in after me, careful not to smudge her makeup, I knew I was done for.

She slid up close behind me, her arms wrapping around my chest, pressing against me as she whispered in my ear.

“Boo… was that for me?”

My spine stiffened. “What?”

She reached lower—found it. “That hard-on. Was it from watching me rub down Troy?”

My mind froze, but saying yes seemed easier than admitting it was her brother who’d gotten me at full mast. “I mean… kinda. Maybe.”

She giggled, pressed her lips to my neck. “I mean, Troy is kinda hot. I love you and all. But if he was into a threesome… would you be?”

Her teeth grazed my earlobe.

I short-circuited.