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I took a sip of my own soup as I tried hard to swallow it.
It wasn’t that it was bad. It was that my throat hurt like a motherfucker.
Even water was a killer to swallow.
“Do I have any ice cream in that freezer?” I asked Sway.
She shrugged and turned, presenting me with her lush ass as she bent over and looked into the pullout freezer.
Never before had I wanted to give an appliance a hug, but there was certainly a first time for everything.
She nodded and unearthed a carton of Blue Bell Great Divide, which was a Texan’s term for chocolate and vanilla, and set it on the counter.
“Which kind do you want?” she asked me, raising her eyebrows in question.
“Both,” I said. “Otherwise they’ll be uneven, and I’ll have to buy a new carton.”
She looked at me strangely, and I crossed my arms as I waited for what I knew was coming.
“That’s the oddest thing I’ve ever heard,” she finally said. “But it’s not unusual. My brother does the same thing. We call him the Divide King.”
I snorted and watched as she struggled to spoon the ice cream out.
“Can you help her, dillweed?” I nudged my brother.
Holden sighed long and loud, but got up and easily scooped the ice cream out.
“Can I have some, too?” Sway’s eyes were pleading.
Holden nodded and started scooping again.
After two scoops, one from each side, she held her hand up.
“That’s enough,” she ordered. “If I have more than that, it’ll go straight to my hips.”
My eyes went down to the hips in question and I barely contained the urge to moan.
Even sick as a dog, she had a way to make my dick hard.
“Well, if Holden’s passing out ice cream, I want some!” Harrison yelled loudly as he walked around the counter into the kitchen.
He walked straight to the cabinet with the bowls, lifted another out, and then held it out to Holden.
Holden ignored him as he left the spoon where it was and went to the sink to wash his hands.
“Asshole,” Harrison growled.
“I don’t know how your mother does it,” Sway interrupted Harrison’s fit. “Y’all all look so much alike. I’m already lost on who’s who.”
“I do it because I know my kids,” my mother sniffed, placing her hand on my back. “And I’ve got about thirty years of experience on you.”
I was glad to see that my mother was at least addressing Sway now, but that might have a lot to do with the talk I could hear my father having with her while I was trying to choke down the soup.
“You don’t like your soup?” my mom asked hopefully.
I nodded my head.
“I like it,” I told her. “But it hurts to swallow it. I’m going to try ice cream.”
She patted my back like I’d done the right thing. I was sure it was more because she was happy I wasn’t enjoying the soup that Sway had made especially for me.
“Oh, my God,” Holden moaned. “This soup is the bomb!”
My mother’s hand stopped patting my back, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was now glaring at Holden.
“You should try this, y’all,” Holden urged. “I’ve never tasted anything so good in my life. And this bread is to die for.”
“You sound like you’re having an orgasm,” Harrison muttered. “Oh, God. It’s so good! Harder, Sway!”
I stopped with my spoon halfway to my mouth, dumped the ice cream back into the bowl, and launched the spoon at my brother’s head.
It hit him in the forehead, causing him to cry out, but continue to laugh.
“Oww!” he yelled between bellows of laughter. “You asshole! I was only teasing!”
I rolled my eyes and took the spoon that Sway handed me.
“To be honest,” Sway surmised as she looked at the welt rising up on my brother’s head. “I would’ve left the ice cream on it when I threw it. At least he did you that favor.”
I winked at Sway, then returned to licking my ice cream.
“Well…” my dad said. “I have to take a shit, so I’ll let y’all deal with this while I commune with the gods.”
I closed my eyes as a laugh built in my throat.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to find Sway’s smiling eyes on me.
“If you think this is bad…” she grinned. “I can’t wait for you to meet my family.”Chapter 11It’s only an extra bottle of beer if you don’t drink it.
-Hancock’s words of wisdom
Hancock
“Your brother’s name is ‘Holden Peters.’” She stared at me, her face cracking into a grin.
I snorted.
“Yeah, my parents weren’t really thinking that through at the time, were they?” I asked as I sat down onto the bed.
“You need any help?” she bit her lip.
I shook my head.
“No,” I leaned back slowly until my head hit the pillow, my whole body protesting the movement.
