SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 87 ~ "Wait...straight guys like that?"

CHASE

"Where the fuck is all the juice at?" I mumble to myself, slamming the fridge door.
"Good morning sunshine." Warm arms wrap around me from behind and soft lips press against my bare shoulder. A delicious wave of mint and soap wafts around me and cocoons me in comfort.
"There's no juice." I complain, opening the fridge door again as though some juice will miraculously appear from nowhere.
"There's juice right there." Dylan laughs.
His warm breath on the sensitive skin of my neck causes my breathing to stutter. "Where?"
"Right there babe." He tells me, bringing a hand up under my arm and pointing towards a huge unopened bottle of orange juice.
"Huh. Swear that wasn't there two seconds ago. Good morning." I twist my neck to give Dylan a kiss before reaching up for some glasses. "Have you called Olivia yet?"
"Just about to." He smiles back at me, fiddling around on his phone before putting it to his ear.
I busy myself with pouring juice and scrolling through my Instagram feed whilst Dylan checks in on his little sister, who stayed at a friends house for the night.
I can't help but laugh at the memory of Dylan insisting that he meets Olivia's friends parents before she was even allowed to ask to stay. He was more like a father than an over-protective brother. He even used a daddy voice when speaking to her. A little deeper than his normal speaking voice, more authoritative. It was sexy as fuck.
"Olivia, I have never met these people! No-I don't care...no. No! Right...once I've established that they will not sell any part of you on the black market, we will talk about it." He had said. I had laughed and shook my head at him when I caught his eye. A cheeky smirk came across his face as he had pointed to the situation in my pants. He licked his lips, eyeing off my hard cock, pressed against the unforgiving fabric of my grey sweats. He won that round. Oh fuck, who am I kidding?! He wins every fucking round. Yeah, his bossy dad voice was fucking sexy.
I'm so ready...

"Chase, Olivia says hi."
"Hi angel!" I yell across the kitchen, getting rewarded with a big grin from Dylan.
"Morning to you too cherub." Justin groans, entering the kitchen and blowing me a kiss. He takes my juice from my hand, guzzling it down in one go.
"Asshole. I clearly wasn't talking to you. You're the furthest thing from an angel."
"You're really lucky I'm in no mood to argue this morning. I feel like my head has been used for a game in the playoffs." He replies, pulling at his hair and wincing in pain.
I realise Dylan has gone quiet, and turn to see him sitting at the table staring at us both. Once he realises I've seen him, he clears his throat and gives me a quick wink.
"Put a shirt on." I mumble to Justin. "My boyfriend is perving on you."
"No I am not!" Dylan scoffs, obviously hearing.
"It's fine man," Justin grins, waving him off. "Chase just doesn't trust himself when I don't have a shirt on."
My cheeks instantly burn, flooding with heat and I can't even look at Dylan.
"You're such a prick." I mumble to Justin.
"It's my house man. I rarely wear a shirt. It ups my chances of Jen getting all wet and demanding I fuck her by approximately fifty-percent"
"Quit shit-stirring J." Jen yawns, wandering into the kitchen. I'm a little shocked when she drops herself into Dylan's lap, curling up against him. I'm even more shocked to see a warm smile appear on his handsome face before he wraps an arm around her and drops a kiss against her masses of curls.
"Gee, good morning to you too baby." Justin laughs from behind me. "Dylan, man, you're so lucky you're gay otherwise you'd have no dick attached by now."
"At least we agree on something." I state.
"Are they always like this?" Dylan asks Jen.
"Like what? Are you speaking of the insane amount of sexual tension between them?" Jen smirks, reaching for Dylan's juice and takes a sip around a cheeky smile.
"Yeah." Dylan replies. His jaw tightens and his eyes don't leave mine.
I feel nauseous suddenly.
"No more 'accidentally' sneaking in when I'm jacking off in the shower now bro." Justin gives me a hard slap on my bare back. "That look right there says you're not allowed!" He then says, pointing at Dylan.
Dylan's jaw drops, and I swear I see orange juice come out of Jens nose as she chokes.
"Cute Jen. Real cute. Justin, you're a fucktard. Babe, that has never ever happened!" I tell Dylan.
"I mean, there was that one time when we were fourteen when we stayed at my Dads and found his porn stash..." Justin continues.
"Shut the fuck up man!" I growl, throwing my arm around his neck, forcing him forwards and throwing my knee into his stomach.
He lets out a satisfying "oomf" as my knee presses into his gut.
"I'd probably be really turned on right now if he wasn't my brother." I hear Jen tell Dylan, as Justin reaches back and gets me into a headlock.
"I thought all teenage guys have competitions jacking off." Justin laughs as I repeatedly throw punches into his stomach.