Breaking The Bro Code

Part 8

Kelly looked over at the passenger side; Stella was sleeping peacefully. He rested his hand on her thigh, as he continued driving, they were almost home. He knew that everything was going to hit the fan once she saw Casey. So he decided to let her sleep; it's not like she slept much last night. He smiles as he thinks about last night. He finally got to worship her body like the queen she is; he kissed every part of her body. He kissed, licked, sucked, nibbled, and left his mark on her inner thighs and on her breast. He got to taste her; he got to be inside her last night—not just once, but three times, plus two times this morning too. 

He looks over at her; she is so peaceful and beautiful when she sleeps. Well,  she's beautiful all the time. He can't believe she is staying in Chicago for him; she is his girlfriend, his secret girlfriend, and they're in a relationship. He's in a relationship with an amazing, beautiful, smart, funny, and adventurous woman; she is pretty perfect, but she's Casey's sister. He looks back at the road and sighs. His mind wanders off to the night that they discussed the Bro Code and agreed to the terms of the codes. He never had any intentions of breaking any of the codes, but in his defense, he didn't know Casey had a sister. A beautiful, sexy, heart-stopping,  remarkable sister. He looks back over at her and smirks; her mouth is open, and she is drooling just a little. And he thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. 

She happens to open her eyes as he looks at her. She smiles and says, "Sorry." She spoke a little sleepy. She turned slightly and stretches in her seat. She then yawned and stretched her arms. "I can't believe I fell asleep on you." 

"You're exhausted from last night's activities."

She smirks. "And this morning's activities." She covers his hand with hers. "But I'm not complaining about lack of sleep because last night and this morning was incredible." She looks over at him. 

"Yes, it was." He glances quickly at her, then looks back at the road.

She sighed happily as she turned her head, looked out the window, her eyes widened, as she saw the welcome to Chicago sign. "I basically slept the whole trip." 

"Yep."

"Wow!" She whispers, her mind going to her brother. She looks at the clock on the dashboard. It's only after seven, which means Matt is up and waiting for her. Because Kelly had to be a good guy and text him that they were on the road, she told him he didn't deserve to know when she was coming back or if she was coming back. She bit her lip as she thought about everything that happened today. 

She finally got to see her dad; she got to hug him and talk to him. At first, it was awkward, really awkward, and seriously uncomfortable. Which totally makes sense since she hasn't seen or talked to him in seven years, and then with all the stories she was told about him by her mom and Matt, She spent the last seven years confused, mad, angry, and hurt. She kept thinking about everything that her mom and Matt told her throughout the years about him. So many questions were swirling around in her mind. Questions that she needed answered—questions that deserve explanations. But she sat there with a fake smile. Kelly held her hand and occasionally squeezed it, like he knew she was battling herself with what to say and how to act. She continues to sit there and pretend to listen to him talk about how much he missed her, how proud he is of her, and how he wishes he had done things differently. She sat there and watched Jordan play his video game. The girls were climbing all over their dad, her dad, well, actually, their dad. She has to share him now; at first, it bothered her to watch them interact together like a loving family. 

"This is going to sound crazy." She said breaking the silence. "But I was sort of, kind of, a little, tiny bit..." She looks over at Kelly with a guilty look. "Jealous," she whispers with a cringed face.