The Book of Brooke

Chapter 9

The house is quiet, there's nobody inside of it except for me. I follow Mrs. Cohen's instructions and go out into the backyard, where Jacob is watching Mikey play in the pool. Jacob sits up in his seat when he hears me open the door to the backyard and Mikey perks up at the sight of me, swimming over to the edge of the pool.

"Brooke!" He says, the same sort of questioning tone to his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"I wasn't told that my shift didn't start until lunchtime today."

"Oh right! I'm sorry about that, Brooke." He says. I can't help but melt and get weak in the knees when he says my name.

"I'm hungry." Mikey says. I turn my attention to him and so does Jacob.

"I'll make you a sandwich." I say almost automatically.

"What? No. You're not working yet. I'll make you a sandwich, Mikey." Jacob insists.

"It's fine. I'm good at making sandwiches anyways."

"We'll both make the sandwich."

I look at Jacob.

"Peanut butter and jelly, please." Mikey says.
I open the door into the house again and Jacob stands up. He's wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and sunglasses. His hair is messily swept back and a bit damp, like he was in the pool a little while ago and the water dried off halfway in the sun. His sexy rugged stubble is cropped a bit closer to his face than before, so I'm guessing that he must have trimmed it, and his arms are so muscular that they look like they might burst out of his short sleeves.

He takes two slices of bread out of the fridge and pops them into the toaster, putting it on the low setting that Mikey likes. I take out a knife, the peanut butter jar, and the jelly.

"Here, let me handle the peanut butter." Jacob says, leaning over the counter to take it.

The bread in the toaster pops up and I take a plate to put it on. It's very lightly toasted, which is why it didn't take so long in the toaster. It's too light for me, but Mikey likes the bread soft everywhere except the very outside.

Jacob takes the plate with the bread on it and begins spreading the peanut butter on one of the toast slices. I take the jelly and spread it on the other one. Our pinky fingers momentarily touch when we both reach for the same knife and electricity runs from my palm up to my shoulder. I quickly pull away, suddenly shy, but Jacob just looks at me before ducking his head down and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, a smile on his face.

I cut the peanut butter and jelly sandwich into triangles.

"Is it done yet?"

I jump at the sound of Mikey's voice, having a mini heart attack and quickly moving away and to an appropriate distance from Jacob. I turn around holding the plate with the sandwich and see Mikey, soaking wet from the pool and dripping chlorine water all over the floor.

"Mikey!" Jacob exclaims. "What did I say about making sure you're dry before coming into the house?"

He runs outside to go get Mikey's towel and Mikey waddles over in his soaked swim shorts and waterproof shirt and takes the sandwich right off the plate, shoving it into his mouth with his wet hands. His hair drips onto the sandwich and I begin to stop him, but he takes another bite anyway and I don't want to face the wrath of a three year old without his sandwich today.

Jacob returns and wraps Mikey in the towel.

"Here, I'll turn the shower on for you. We've got to get all this chlorine off. Can you wash yourself?" Jacob asks Mikey.

Mikey nods, mouth full of sandwich and jelly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Jacob leaves for a couple minutes with Mikey, taking him to the second floor of the house. I can hear the water running after a bit and Jacob comes back down not long after. He finds me in the living room next to the couch waiting for him.

"He can take showers by himself?" I ask. "My mom said that I would only take supervised baths until I was five."

Jacob laughs.

"Yeah. He's really independent." He tells me. "By his first birthday he was already sick of airplanes flying into his mouth and just took the spoon out of my hand and fed himself."

We both laugh and when we stop I realize that Jacob is no more than a couple of inches from me. I look up at him and he looks down at me, our eyes interlocked. His big, tall stature makes me look like a child, and mine makes him look like a giant.

Before I know it he's kissing me, and I'm kissing back. A wave of electricity flows through me, like when his hand touched mine, but with more voltage, more of a current. His tongue makes its way past my red lips and it fights for dominance with my own. I won't let him have it though, I have to make sure he knows that I'm in control right now.

His hand tries coming up my shirt, but before he can slip it underneath and against my skin, my own hand grabs underneath his belt buckle. I can already feel that his thick, 9 inch long member is hard for me. He lets out a slight moan and I fumble with the belt buckle, undoing it and the zipper automatically comes undone with the strength of his dingaling springing out of his jeans. Surprisingly, he's not wearing anything under those blue jeans like I would expect a good father/lawyer to be doing.

I suddenly realize that he was expecting me. He purposefully didn't tell me to come at the right time so that he would have the chance to see me, to be alone with me. This revelation only makes me want him more, but takes me by surprise long enough to put down my guard and let him take control again.

He grabs my hand and puts it on his juicy, thick 9 inch dick.

"Feel that?" He asks. "Do you feel how hard my juicy thick 9 inch member is for you, Brooke?"

I moan. He pushes me onto the couch and I don't fight when he gets on top of me. He pins me down and kisses me hard, his dick pressing against my thigh. As much as I want him to stick his juicy thick 9 inch member inside of me, I stop kissing him.

"W-w-wait." I say. "Jacob. We can't. I'm a virgin, remember?"

"It's okay, Brooke. We don't have to have sex. I told you that we don't have to do anything that you don't want to and I meant it." He says. "Now suck this cock, bitch."

He shuffles up until his thick, juicy 9 inch cock is in my face and slaps me across the cheek with it. I take it into my mouth, deepthroating it as he groans and moans, thrusting it in and out of my mouth until I'm gagging at the size of his thick, juicy 9 inch member.

He creams into my mouth and it's sticky and white, but it's okay because it blends in with the color of the couch.

"Dammit. I've got to go clean this up." Jacob says, getting up.