My Twin Cousins
Kaden just turned eighteen and his twin step-cousins head down from college to wish him a happy eighteenth birthday in a way only they could.
This is the last story in the Stpecest March Madness Series. Check out the previous installments.
As I woke up on my birthday, excitement bubbled within me like a pot ready to boil over. Today wasn't just any ordinary day – it was the day I signed the lease for my first apartment. Plans were already in motion for a small get-together later in the evening. A few friends, some video games, and hopefully a stash of beer to celebrate this milestone in my life.
I owed a lot to Jimmy, the owner of the auto shop where I worked. He took me under his wing when he first opened up shop a few years back. I was like a sponge, soaking up knowledge and skills, eager to prove myself. Jimmy was more than just a boss; he was my mentor, my guiding force. If life were a movie, he'd be my Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Today, amidst the hustle and bustle of work, Jimmy dropped a bombshell – he wanted me to run his shop in Atlanta. My heart raced with excitement at the thought of expanding the business empire together. But first, there was work to be done. I checked my watch, realizing it was almost time to head to the shop. I had a quick turnaround job for a client who needed some interior work done urgently.
Just as I was about to step out, my phone buzzed, and I saw the caller ID flashing with my cousins' names – Luke and Logan, the mischievous identical twins. The only way I could tell them apart was by a tiny birthmark on Luke's lower ass cheek – a detail I stumbled upon years ago during a memorable skinny-dipping adventure in their pond. They were on their way to my apartment, freshly escaped from campus life. Since I had to be out for a few hours, I asked them to head over to the shop to chill while I wrapped up the job.
The last time we were all together was at the annual family reunion. Like always we slipped out to the backwoods to escape the parentals and annoying cousins, Wee did a little experimenting, nothing too crazy... just the normal ‘how big is yours’, and ‘have you ever’; you know, that sort of thing.
Two hours in, and I was sweating buckets thanks to the damn central air unit deciding to crap out on one of the hottest days Georgia had seen in a while. The only relief I had was from this cheap fan I picked up at Wally World, but it might as well have been blowing hot air. So, I did what any self-respecting redneck would do and ditched my shirt.
Just when I was about to lose my cool completely, the twins rang me up. They were just rolling into town and said they'd swing by my place. Since I was stuck at work, I told them to head to the shop instead. Six hands were definitely better than two, especially on a day like today.
I was elbow-deep in some weird request from a client who wanted cameras installed in his car when I heard a car pull up. Peeking out the door, I spotted Luke in his usual laid-back southern-boy cool look complete with hole-ridden worn jeans and a discolored A&F blue tee. Man, that guy had swagger for days. You couldn’t help but do a double take whenever he entered a room. His dirty blonde hair and striking ocean-blue eyes could get the ladies wet and the gents rock hard.
“Where’s Logan, bitch?” I asked, running up and giving him a big hug. He smelled of pure grain alcohol.
“Well hello to you too, Kaden. I dropped Luke off at the store down the street.”
After some banter, I couldn't help but admire his arms—the dude was ripped. And his comment about the camera install being "freaky" only added to the heat between us.
My eyes traced down to his lightly-haired forearms all the way down to his fingertips. I just wanted to take them into my mouth and have a little taste.