Tales of Horn Springs – The Birthday Party – 4/5 by LanceAvenue
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Jason picks up his brother (4pm – 8pm)
It’s 4 pm and time for me to pick up Parker. I pull into the area of campus where he told me to meet him. I park somewhere that I’m probably not supposed to, leaving my car running just in case. I notice a few girls walk by and think to myself that Parker has a decent pool here to fish from. I look at my phone and note the time and as I do, I receive a text from Parker stating that he is caught up a bit but that he would be out soon. I recline my seat and, while still letting the car idle, I rest my head back and close my eyes.
Kim’s face enters my mind as I start to fantasize about being with her in that locker room today. I see her there, standing in front of her locker. In my mind, I feel myself walk up behind her and press my bulge into her ass while reaching my hands up to grab… HONK!! I snap out of my daydream to look up and see a rather disgruntled-looking toad of a woman yelling from her car for me to get out of her parking spot. I put my car into gear, move out of her way, and wave my apologies. I drive around a bit to see if I can find a parking spot that is labeled visitor parking or something like that. As I do so, I get another text from Parker informing me that he is now outside looking for me. I spot him so I pull around and stop in front of him.
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“Hey, you little fucker, get in the car,” I yell out to him as he approaches the car.
“Fuck you!” Parker says as he gets in and shuts the door.
I speed off away from campus and get on the main road.
I slam my hand down on his knee and squeeze really hard and ask “How the hell are you, you little shit? How old are you today? Twelve?”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Parker replies, making it obvious that he doesn’t find me funny. “So, what are we doing?”
“Well, I figured I would take you to my place for a bit to chill. You haven’t been there yet and all. And then later we’ll head over to John’s place,” I reply as I mess with the radio to put on some tunes.
“Works for me. I am just excited to not have to think about school for the rest of the day.” He says, sounding a little exhausted.
“What are you talking about, you love school.”
“Love isn’t the word I would use. I may be good at it, but I wouldn’t say I love it,” he says as he leans his seat back.
Parker is a super genius. Well, compared to me, he is. While I just barely had a good enough GPA to graduate high school, Parker, on the other hand, could be a 4.0 student in his sleep. Though having those brains is certainly good for a work career, it hasn’t been great for his ladies career. I know he’s had sex before, but fuck, I hope it hasn’t just been that once.
“How many chicks have you fucked?” I ask bluntly.
Parker, who had laid his seat back and was lying there with his eyes closed, lazily answers “Just the one. But we had sex a few times before she moved away.”
Fuck, that’s tragic. My brother has only fucked one chick. I know that’s not from a lack of desire. Parker has always been a horny little fucker just like me. The only difference is, he is way more shy about it than I am. Well, hopefully, after tonight, things will be different.
We drive for a while in silence before I ask, “When do mom and dad get home?”
“Wednesday next week, I think,” Parker replies, now looking at his phone.
Our parents went out of town for some convention or something and took our sisters with them. Parker stayed because of school. This made it an especially good time to throw him a birthday party myself with no other family around.
“When are you going to move out of the house?”
Parker puts his seat back up all the way as we pull up to my place. “I don’t know. I like not having to worry about getting a job to pay rent while in school, but I’d really like to move out.”
We get out of the car and head to the stairwell that leads to my apartment. “You could come live with me. I’d cover your rent and utilities. All you would need to pay for is your food.”
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We reach my front door and I unlock it letting us in. No one was home, so the place was dark and quiet. I flip the lights on and say “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
Parker comes in and looks around a bit. “I could move in I guess. What are your roommates like?”
Oh, you’ll know soon enough, I thought to myself. “They’re pretty chill,” I respond as I take my shoes off and prompt Parker to do the same, then say “You can leave your bag there on the table.”
Parker dumps his hefty bag down on the dining table near the door, then moves to take his shoes off. He then walks over to the couch and sits down where Chip was sitting bare-assed this morning. He picks up a magazine and starts thumbing through it. I head to my room to put my things away and take off my pants. Since moving here, I rarely if ever wear pants around the house. I come back out and sit on the couch where I was sitting this morning. Parker puts down the magazine he was looking at and spots one of Chip’s porn magazines on the coffee table. He picks it up and starts going through it.
“Damn, those are some nice titties,” Parker says as he shows me the page he’s looking at.
“Yeah,” I say, picking up another one of Chip’s porn magazines, “there’s another smoking hot one in this mag.” I turn the pages until I find her and show her to Parker.
He whistles before he says “Damn, dude! I’d love to get my face between them titties and go brrr…” as he imitates motor-boating some big breasts.
I put the magazine down and Parker goes back to looking through the one he has. I lean back a little and put my hands behind my head. After a minute, I turn to him and ask “Wanna get high?”
Putting down the magazine, he replies “Hells yeah, it’s been too long since the last time I got ripped.”
I get up and lean over the back of the couch. I find Margo’s bong lying on the towel she dropped earlier this morning. Once in hand, I sit back down and start lighting up.
“That’s an awesome bong bro. Where did you get it?”
After I exhale, I pass the bong and lighter to him, and reply, “It’s my roommate Margo’s. She lets me use it whenever I want.”
Parker takes a big hit, his eyes become as wide as sources. He starts coughing hard. He’s clearly not used to hitting a bong that hard. “Fuuuuuck!” He wheezes between coughs.
I start laughing at him and get up to get him a glass of water. I set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him and say “Here you go, water for the little bitch.”
Parker gives me the bird as he gulps the water down. He pulls away from the glass and coughs a little more, then sets the glass down. “Fuck, I hate that,” he exclaims, “and it’s way too hot in here,” he adds as he takes his shirt off.
“Yeah,” I say, getting up to open a window, “the pizzeria downstairs makes it pretty warm in here. We barely need to heat the place in the winter, but we definitely have to run the AC in the summer.” I sit back down and ask “Hungry?”
“Starved!” Parker says before he takes another hit on the bong.
“Cool. Pizza?”