Chapter 11: Prent

It was weird, I hadn’t felt this type of jealousy in years. When I was younger, sure, I used to be jealous of both Trent and Brent, because they never had dyslexia unlike me. It was as if I was cursed. Trent was the athletic one and the smart one. Brent, well he was just Brent. And I had no clue where I fit in the grand scheme of things, that was until I started to cook. Fuck, I loved culinary things and being in the kitchen, experimenting and discovering new spices and flavors. It became my passion in life, even though everyone used to mock me about being the skinniest chef in the world. Well, my brothers did.

Brent and Trent seemed to be spending a lot of time with Jenny, and sometimes it just annoyed me, and as I left my room, I noticed both Jenny and Mom sitting in the kitchen. I felt good knowing my brothers weren’t around. Trent was at practice, and Brent was working a full shift today.

“Good morning. What can I make for you ladies?”

They both turned to face me, as if they were discussing something and I’d interrupted them.

“Hey, Prent.” Jenny smiled.

“Morning, Prent. You had a good sleep?” Mom quizzed as she stood up to face me.

“Yeah, it’s Saturday. No school tomorrow, so I slept like a log,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek.

I turned to face Jenny, who was wearing a pink dress which showed her ample breasts. She’d really flowered in the last couple of months since she had been here. The move seemed to have done her some good.

“It’s just, I get nervous when I have exams, and I don’t sleep.”

“Oh. Well, as you said, it’s Saturday, so you can take your mind off it for a couple of days, right?”

I nodded, realizing neither of them had answered my question.

“Breakfast, anyone?” My eyes darted to the table to see they’d only had coffee, and both cups were empty.

“Refill?” I offered.

Mom hesitated, but then she said, “No. I need to go to the office and see Russell. Jenny’s dad is out, and I may have some good news, but I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“You want me to come along?” Jenny asked as she sprung up. Maybe the idea of having some good news put a spring in her step.

Mom shook her head as she adjusted her white shirt and jeans. “Nope. He said we should talk alone and besides, I told you he’s not to be trusted, so let’s see what he comes up with. This is the first time he’s been in contact since your dad’s been out on bail.”

Her eyes shifted to me as she put her arm around my waist.

“Besides, Prent can make you one of his mean pancakes. You tried them?”

“No,” she said, and I could see the disappointment on her face.

“I’ll make you some with chocolate syrup from scratch. You won’t regret it,” I promised as I moved to the other side of the kitchen.

“I’m not that hungry, but the mention of chocolate has got my mouth watering. You guessed it. I have a sweet tooth too.”

Jenny smiled as she moved to the tabletop and sat on the stool.

“Good. Keep your spirits up. I won’t be too late, and we have to sort you out a phone. I’m not sure why I never thought about it before. You need a phone, right?” Mom asked Jenny.

I interjected. “No worries. I’ll get one for her today. We’ll get it after the pancakes.”

Jenny winced. “I never thought about a phone because, well, not having one has been good. I don’t find myself on it just for the sake of it. I’ve read more books during the last few weeks than I have all year.”

Mom shook her head. “That’s the right attitude, but seriously, reading is important.”

I smiled. “So you keep telling us. Go to work and stop being a lawyer in the house.”

She waved her hand in the air as if to surrender before grabbing her keys and case, and within a few seconds she was heading out of the door, leaving Jenny and I facing each other. It was almost as though Jenny was studying me.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s funny, you’re triplets, but then so different in many ways.”

I shrugged. “That’s because we’re three guys. We think of each other as brothers, not triplets.”

She moved her head down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

I shook my head. “You really need to stop taking everything I say so seriously. I was just playing. Right, let me get on with the pancakes.”

I skillfully moved through the kitchen. Jenny was watching as I took my ingredients out of the fridge. It was weird because I rarely cooked with an audience. She’d been here for nearly two months, but we’d hardly spoken to each other, and it was clear we were strangers, but I wanted to change that.

“Did you see Brent and Trent this morning?”

She blushed, meaning she had. The house did have thin walls. I could hear her moaning and the guys laughing through them. Her room was next to mine.

“Brent had to get to work, and Trent had practice.”

She didn’t say anything else. I knew the answer to the question, but I was trying to break the ice.

So I decided to get her to help, seeing as her eyes darted around the kitchen as if she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“You can beat the eggs. I need six.”

“Okay, so you use the white eggs instead of the brown?”

I nodded. “Yeah, the texture is really different. You’ll see after you taste the pancakes.”

She clapped her hands together as she jumped off the stool. “I’m intrigued now. You’ve made some amazing dinners.”

“And desserts too. I saw the way you licked your fork last night after you finished your second helping of the chocolate cake.”

“You mean, you made that?”

I put my hand on my chest. “Guilty as charged.”

“I just assumed your mom made it. I didn’t see you baking.”

“I work at Sweet Chocolate on Thursdays and Sundays. That’s where I do most of my baking. And I take some shifts at Wendy’s, but then I try not to work there more than once a week.”

She gasped. “I know the place. I’ve been there a couple of times with my dad, but I’ve never seen you working there though.”

“I only started working there on Sundays this year, because I turned eighteen recently. Before then I was just baking and doing all the cooking at home.”

She nodded as she got to work beating the eggs. “Figures.”

I maneuvered around the kitchen, trying to hold back the sexual tension between us both and focusing on the task at hand. It was hard with the way her dress hugged her body, and I could see every curve of it. Her once pale legs had a slight tan, and I wondered if Brent was taking her to his secret spot, the one where he took most girls. My brother was a freak like that; he loved having sex outdoors. I was the private one. The one who didn’t reveal how I was feeling most of the time, which was why unlike my brothers. I was still a virgin.

“Why do you always look at me that way?” she asked. I didn’t realize she’d stopped beating the eggs and was staring at me.

I shook my head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

I ignored her and turned to put the fire on, seeing as I had all the ingredients ready.

“You do. You look at me as if you don’t want me here. One minute, cold, and the next, hot. I don’t know, maybe it’s me being paranoid.”

I turned off the fire to face her.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I did that. It makes you feel awkward?”

“Trent says that you just get nervous and you’re shy. And Brent, well you know Brent better than I. He says you’re just socially awkward. But I don’t think he means it.”

I agreed. “He does, and he’s right. I’m just not used to being around girls. Now I sound like a freak.”

“How’s that possible? You’re not used to being around girls, but you’re a stud. Just like your brothers.”

She touched my hand, and it sent shivers down my spine.

“On the outside maybe, but the inside is a totally different thing.”

She came so close I could smell the strawberry shampoo she used on her hair. One thing was for sure, Jenny wasn’t good at housekeeping. She wasn’t a slob like Brent, but she would often leave things around, as if she was expecting someone to clean up after her. I’d seen Trent scold her a couple of times because of it, but between her golden hair and winning smile, he would always tell her not to worry about it. He’d dismiss it as if it wasn’t one of the things that annoyed him most in the world.

“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

Her lips were so close. We could easily kiss, and I faced her, melting into her eyes as I pulled back, and she gazed at me.

“You’re with my brothers. I mean, we can’t do this.”

“What? I just want to get to know you better. Is that so wrong?”

I shook my head, confused by her revelation.

“No, it’s not wrong. But this is all new to me. Trent and Brent are completely different than me. Sure, on the outside we look the same, but on the inside, we’re our own people. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, but…”

“What?” I asked, as I pulled her close to me, thinking that I’d been presumptuous about not wanting us to take this further.

“I don’t know. With Trent and Brent it feels so natural, and I don’t feel bad being with both of them. But when I see you, I feel guilty about leaving you out. I want to make you feel the same way as they do with me.”

“You don’t owe me anything. I don’t want you to feel that you do.”

She was about to say something when my phone rang. I didn’t want to pick it up, but as I took it out of my pocket and saw it was Mom calling, I answered the call, and she backed away from me to the other side of the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey. You’re with Jenny. Can I speak to her for a minute?”

I nodded, then handed the phone to Jenny so she could talk to her. She smiled, took the phone and greeted her. She didn’t say much, but nodded, and said yes a couple of times before hanging up.

“Here’s your phone. Your mom said that bail was set for five mil, and Dad paid it.”

I didn’t understand why she had the glum look on her face. I took my phone and put it in my back pocket.

“Why the glum face?”

She pondered, “I don’t get it. I mean, how did he get his hands on the money?”

I shrugged. “Not sure. But not your problem.”

“I feel like shit not giving him the code. After all, it’s his money.”

I shook my head. “Remember, your dad didn’t go to jail for stealing a can of beer out of a store. He went there for stealing millions for years. Fraud. Money laundering. I’m surprised they even allowed bail.”

I realized I’d said a little too much as I saw tears well up in her eyes.

She quivered. “They didn’t at first. Russell said they did, Claire found out it was a lie. They had to appeal it, or something, anyway, it doesn’t matter. Dad got what he wanted in the end. He’s out.”

I quickly changed the subject after realizing that my comforting technique was not working at all. I was crap at it. I was never the voice of reason.

“Look, are we going to make pancakes or what?”

She laughed nervously. “I forgot all about it. I lost my appetite.”

“The way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.”

She paused as she came back into the kitchen. “I thought it was the opposite way around, a way to a man’s heart.”

“It is. I just wanted to see you smile. My failed attempt at a joke worked for a little bit.”

She said, “I just hope your pancakes are a lot better than your jokes.”

I winked. “Don’t worry, they are.”

* * *

Jenny smiled as she rubbed her belly and tried and failed miserably to finish her fourth pancake. She never ate this much at dinner, so I was kind of surprised when she asked for another one, then another and another.

“I’m full. No, overfull. No, I feel as if I’m having a baby, like there’s someone growing inside of me.”

I gasped. “You're not, are you?”

She chuckled. “No. Just I’m not much of an eater. Well, not exactly true, I was a chubby little kid. Just as I got older, I stopped eating so much.”

“Typical girls. You get older and then get more self-conscious of your body.”

She shook her head. “Not exactly. Just when you have a narcissistic boyfriend who tells you every time you eat, ‘You shouldn’t eat that. You don’t want to end up a fat girl. One I would be too embarrassed to be seen dead with.’”

“What the fuck?”

“I know,” she sighed.

“No, I mean why the hell did you put up with it for so long?”

“A long, boring story. My parents wanted us to be together, and I did whatever my parents wanted like a good little girl. Now, look at me. Homeless, no clothes nor boyfriend.”

I pointed at her, thinking the last comment wasn’t exactly true.

“Not quite boyfriendless. I mean, you could say that you now have two for the price of one.”

“Trent and Brent are only fooling around with me. I know that. I may have been dumb in the past, but not anymore. I mean, they’ve made no promises, and I’ve asked for none.”

Her revelation surprised me. I didn’t think of her as the kind of girl who would just settle for messing around.

“So, this is all fun and games for you?”

She shook her head. “Not exactly. When I’m with you guys, I forget about all my problems. You guys give me the courage to be strong. No one’s ever made me feel as if I’m capable of doing anything, well not until now. Even if I still haven’t been able to find a job.”

“Mom said you should just take your time in getting used to the new arrangement and it being senior year. During Christmas would be a good time to start looking…” I found myself speechless.

We were locked in our stare again, and I couldn’t help but lean across and kiss her. She was turning out to be a lot more than I’d ever envisaged her to be.

“Right, so I wash up, and you can watch me,” she purred as she pulled away.

“I’ll do a lot more than watch you.”

I became brave as my hand moved from being on my leg to hers. I slipped it up between her legs, and she didn’t even finch or dismiss it.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all morning.”

“What stopped you?” she asked as she started to unbutton her dress.

No more did I have to let my imagination go wild as her bra was exposed and her nipples were poking through the lace. I scooped a bit of chocolate on my finger, and with my hand which was in between her legs, I moved it to let down one strap and expose her naked breast. She stared at me with hunger in her eyes. I put the chocolate slowly around her pebbled nipple and she closed her eyes as I started to flick my tongue around her areola.

“Yes,” she purred as I held her steady and then repeated the same motion with her other exposed breast. The harder I sucked, the more she lost control.

I looked up to see her face was flushed; she was red, and curiosity got the better of me as I wondered if she was wet. I triggered a finger in between her legs, and it was greeted with her soaking wet panties.

I carried her to the sofa so we could be more comfortable, her arms weakly wrapped around my neck as my aching cock wanted to take her. I needed to feel her pleasure. She didn’t retract or even ask what was going to happen next.

As she lay perfectly on the sofa, she gazed at me for a split second, then down to my cock which was begging to be set free.

“You're so damn hard!” she choked as her fingers started to get to work and undid my belt. She didn’t need to be told what to do. The lust in my eyes said it all.

I’d been with girls, but not like this. I knew what to do when it came to first and second base, but all the way was something new to me. Clearly, it wasn’t new to her.

I hesitated, and as she tugged on my boxers I told her, “Wait. We don’t need to do this.”

She rejected my hesitation. “No, but I want to.”

“I’ve never…” I confessed, as the realization I had to tell her my secret, the one that even my brothers didn’t know about.

She pulled back as if she could read my mind.

“You mean, you’re a virgin.”

I nodded, embarrassed about my revelation.

“How is that even possible?”

My once aching cock started to die as the humiliation took over my confession. I pulled my pants back up, knowing the road we were heading down and thinking I’d completely killed the mood.

“I’ve just never felt confident about it all, not like my brothers. I mean, they’re so fucking assertive.”

“I saw you working in the kitchen. You didn’t seem as if you were completely insecure when it came to cooking.”

“That’s because I’m good at it.”

She placed her hand on my face, stroking the side, and I closed my eyes at the gentleness of her touch. She had put a spell on me. One in which I wouldn’t want to shake, even if I could. I kissed her, not the same way I’d done earlier, but with a hunger from inside me as we started to get aroused once again.

Our tongues started to entwine in each other’s mouths. No more was I holding back, but touching every part of her, feeling the warmth of her skin, relishing in the scent of her heavenly body. Before long, she was completely naked on the sofa, and I did the same as I kicked off my sneakers and she helped pull down my pants. Then, I slung my top over my head and threw it to the side.

Our naked bodies rubbed against each other as my hand moved in between her legs. She held on to my cock and guided it into her slowly.

It ached at first, the touch of another on my cock. The warmth of her fingers made me so fucking hard, so I clumsily moved inside her. She had one hand on my butt and she held on to it tightly. My tongue moved inside her mouth as we continued to sync in rhythm, but no more was I holding back as I pulled my head back for a split second to grab some air.

“Arrgh!” she cried out as the depth of my cock entered her. “You’re so fucking big.”

It gave me the encouragement I needed to perform and make her come. All my frustrations over the years, wanting to be with that one girl, washed away as I thrust deeper and harder inside of her.

She slapped my butt and arched her back and screamed the house down. The more she screamed, the more I rocked inside of her. Not wanting this moment to end, but wanting to claim her just as my brothers did every night. The tension was too much. I couldn’t hold coming any longer. As my sperm started to shoot out like an automatic gun, over and over again I jerked, thinking it would stop, but more and more poured out of me. She flopped underneath me as the reality hit… I wasn’t the only one coming, but she was too.

Her breathing rasped as it came to an end. The lights which flashed in front of my eyes suddenly became black as I regained my consciousness. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I’d given Jenny a part of me, something I’d held on to for so long, on the sofa in the living room. I would never sit on this sofa and not remember this moment for the rest of my life.

“Was it good for you?” she asked.

I kissed her gently. “Better than good. It was excellent.”

She laughed at my words. I couldn’t think what more to say, but I wasn’t ready to move, and she didn’t complain as we lay on the sofa with her arms and legs wrapped around me, and I placed gentle kisses not only on her mouth, but her face too.