Brother's Keeper✔️

2. Boy Genius

Brian Reeves POV

"Oh, Brian! You fuck so good!"

Never shy about getting it in when he could fit it in, bending over Brenna Martin in the back of his dad's hand-me-down Dodge Caravan was no thing. Tinted windows so no one could get their free porn on. Her screams of passion were an extra bonus to anyone walking by the van parked in the Student Union parking lot.

Brenna was the one Black girl on the dance squad at ISU, and she was only one of many he fucked over his two years at ISU. Brenna was always good for a quickie. She didn't mind it anytime or anywhere.

He had twenty minutes to get to class so he had to hurry up. He arched her back, hit it a little harder as she came on his tightly sheathed length. He kept a supply of condoms and wet wipes in the ride for moments like this.

"You good?"

"Mmmm." She tried to kiss him but he held her off.

"Come on girl, you know I ain't down with that." He hated kissing unless it was with his girlfriend.

"When can we do this again?"

He handed her a bunch of wet wipes to clean herself as he disposed of the condom out the window and began wiping himself.

No need to double back to her this week, he had many other flavors to choose from.

"I'll hit you up when I wanna see you again."

All fresh, he moved up to the front of the van. He looked in his mirror and checked that he was still that fly guy, then ran his fingers through his shoulder-length locs. He was good-looking, that's why he kept the ladies. Eyes the ladies loved, light brown color, smooth butterscotch skin, blemish-free babyface, not too shabby body. He stayed in shape by playing ball with friends several times a week. Sometimes he lifted weights, but he was not regular with his exercise other than playing ball.

"Walk me to class Brian?" She hadn't even got fully undressed, so she was dressed fly in a new flowery dress just like that. She was fine, he could not lie. That pretty-type girl that knew she was fly. Long hair down her back, all hers, slim and shapely body, pecan brown skin, and a perfect face that attracted all types of fellas. Brenna could get anyone, he felt blessed she liked fucking with him.

"See, I need to hurry up and get to my class cuz like, it's the first day and err'thang I gotta be on it, ya hear me," he said in his most eloquent St. Louis country grammar slang, those hard Rs on err'thang.

Don't let his country talk fool you, he was an honor roll student through and through. Graduated third in class at Parkway South Sr. High School, only point zero, zero, two from Salutatorian. That's why his Epsilon Upsilon Big Brothers named him Boy Genius.

Super intelligent, he started school a year earlier than most, at four years old. So he graduated high school at seventeen and started college. He was a junior but only nineteen now. His birthday in October, he wished he was turning twenty-one, but twenty was a big deal too. He had done everything there was to do anyway. He grew up drinking alcohol like it was nothing, sneaking it from his father's stash who never missed it.

"Okay baby, bye, " she said and left.

Girls were crazy when they thought they owned you because he laid good pipe. It was just sex, he wasn't into catching feelings. When they started to get clingy he had to drop them. Brenna might lose her spot.

He had to walk at a brisk pace to make it to the Chemistry building. Early morning lab and he was ready to put in some work. He made sure he grabbed his white lab coat to cover his new Epsilon Upsilon shirt, something he was fond to showcase every day.