It’s a modest two story brick house with a garage that still has the basketball hoop on it I had my dad put up my freshman year. I soon learned I wasn’t so good at basketball, but could play guitar like no one else. The guys and I spent many of our nights jamming in that garage. My dad made a loft upstairs where we all crashed after a long jam session. It wasn’t much, but it was a lot to us. It was where our dreams began.
“This is such a cute little area. I can just imagine a little you running around here, driving your parents crazy.” Brittan giggles, bumping her hip into me playfully.
I’m glad she’s loosening up, and that smile she’s giving me is pulling at my heart. “Yeah, I was a terror. My dad says I’m the reason he’s going bald. Thank God, my little brother Benny is an angel, I don’t think my parents could handle another child like me.”
The sound of laughter grows louder as we make our way around the house. As soon as we round the corner, I spot my dad at the grill wearing his Kiss the Cook apron that’s stained with BBQ sauce. My mother is sitting at the patio table with Eric and Sam, and Benny is lounging in a lawn chair playing his 3DS.
“There you guys are! I was getting worried you got stuck in traffic.” My mother says standing and greeting us both with big hugs.
That’s the thing about my mom; she’s a hugger.
“Hi, Brittan! It’s so nice to finally meet you.” My mother says before going into full on hostess mode introducing everyone. “I’m Renee and this is my husband, Eric Sr., the handsome fella sitting over there is my oldest Eric Jr. and his girlfriend Samantha, and the one with his face stuck in the video game is my youngest, Benny. Jordon has gone on and on about you, and we are so thrilled you guys were able to have a few days in Chicago so we could finally meet you.”
Brittan blushes, and as a sweet little grin spreads across her lips, she looks towards me, “Oh, has he now?” Before turning back to my mother and sitting down across from Eric and Sam, “I’m happy to finally meet y’all. Jordon has shown me pictures of everyone and told me some great stories.”
“I hope none of those stories were too embarrassing.” Eric jokes as he follows me over to the cooler full of beer.
“Where’s the fun in telling old childhood stories if I don’t share the good ones?” I say shoving a beer at him and grabbing two more.
Brittan shakes her head and rolls her eyes as she takes a beer from my hand, “Don’t listen to him, Jordon hasn’t told me anything blackmail worthy…yet.” She tells Eric while rolling her eyes, and waving her hand at me.
That mischievous look she has in her eyes right now is setting my body on fire and making my dick ache to take her somewhere…anywhere. My dick is promising to finish fast and hard. It just wants to pump into that sweet addiction that is her pussy.
We spend the next two hours eating, drinking and laughing about all the crazy stories my brothers and I have. Benny is seventeen, so he’s just getting into the perfect age to start getting himself into some real trouble with us.
Just as I thought, Sam and Brittan hit it right off and exchanged phone numbers to stay in touch after we get back on the road. My brothers, Sam and my parents will be at the concert tomorrow night and backstage after the concert for a little while. My parents don’t hang around too long because they know the guys usually get pretty crazy.
After dinner, Brittan and Sam headed inside with my mom to help her with dessert, giving me some time to hang out on the patio with Eric, and my dad. As soon as we finished dinner a group of Benny friends showed up, and they all tore out to chill in the garage. It’s nice to see its still being used.
“So, Brittan is nice.” My dad says nonchalantly, but I can tell he’s fishing for information.
“That she is.” I retort as I take a long pull from my beer.
Eric clears his throat, looking uncomfortable while peeling the label off of his bottle of beer.
I know what they’re waiting to ask about. “Just spit it out you guys.” I say with annoyance laced in my words. I’ve had a long day and don’t feel like beating around the fucking bush.
“If you’re worried that this shit with Kinsley is going to cause issues for Brittan and me, you’re wrong. She’s actually been really great. She has stood by my side all day today.”
Folding his hands on his lap, my father’s face turns serious, “That’s good to hear, son. We’re just worried about you. We haven’t seen you like this with a girl before. Sure you and Kinsley had chemistry, but I see you light up every time you look at her or anyone says her name. I just don’t want to see this foolishness with Kinsley ruin a good thing for you.”