Imogen It’s early when I wake, earlier than my usual six a.m alarm. The sky is dark with bright shots of pink and lilac, it’s going to be another stunning day here in Minnesota. I love this time of year when the leaves are starting to change for Fall, the morning sunrises are perfection personified and the birds sing. I stretch my arms above my head and wonder what I can do today. If I am honest, Cody doesn’t really take a lot of looking after, he hasn’t asked me to do anything for him, only base his meals so he’s getting optimum nutrition. Even though I know he’d rather be pigging out on pizza, tacos and nachos. But you know, his coach wants everyone in peak condition for the play-off match this weekend. They’re playing in Las Vegas. I sigh. I’d love to go to Las Vegas it’s been on my list for a while now but getting the money together for flights, hotel, spending is a little out of my budget. If it weren’t for the fact that Cody would be there, I’d ask Atlas if I could trail with h

Imogen It’s only eleven and I have the whole day to myself. I’ve already prepped a healthy dinner for Cody. He’s having baked trout with a green salad and some baby potatoes which I can cook and drain later, with a sprinkling of fresh mint. There is no lunch for him, since his schedule says he will be at the shoot for a good few hours. Since I’ve lost contact with most of my friends and I know that my bestie, Autumn is busy today I think I’ll either read or watch a Disney movie. The Princess and The Frog is my favorite, but oh hold on, I love Beauty and The Beast too. Hell, I could watch them both and have a mini Disney marathon. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I’ve got the whole place to myself and the sun is shining through the floor to ceiling windows lighting up the entire space. I bet it’s stunning here in Fall with the leaves changing colors. His house is surrounded by trees and bushes and the lake is smattered with trees of all descriptions. You can only just make the houses o

Cody As I wait for the coffee to brew I can hear little murmuring sounds coming from Immi on the sofa. It’s doing weird shit to me right now. I get my mobile out of my pocket and start typing a message to our group chat. Me: Say, anyone up for bowling? Atlas: with Fallon, we can both come. We’re only chilling right now. Calli: count me in. I can be at the alley in thirty. Does that work? Nolan: meet you guys there. Sounds like fun. We’ve not done anything but hockey for ages. Looking forward to beating your sorry asses. Me: I’ll wipe all your asses. You guys suck at bowling. Nolan: In your dreams Brannigan. Atlas: make sure you drag Immi out, she can’t just sit at home all day. She needs to get out besides, Fallon wants to catch up with her. Me: sure np. See you there. “Immi c’mon, we’re going bowling with the guys.” I shout over to her as I pour the coffee. The smell hits my brain cells. “What? I don’t want to go bowling. I hate bowling.” “Tough shit. Get your ass in ge

Cody Well, if she hasn’t got the finest ass in the world, I don’t know who has. I’m struggling with keeping my dick under control in my jeans, wondering why I decided to wear tight pants. Now it’s straining like fuck and the zipper is hurting as my dick hardens looking at Immi as she bowls. Her legs are bent and her pert ass is sticking out, what it’d feel like to have my large hands clasped firmly on her hips and driving her ass into my crotch. Man, I’m getting all worked up. I need a cold shower. I’m telling you I need to get laid to get this girl out of my damn system. And Atlas is looking at me real strange. “What’s up, bro?” I ask taking my eyes away from Immi as she releases the ball. Shit. It’s not gone down the lane properly and has veered off course. “Nothing, I’m just wondering if you’re checking my sister out, because if you are, Brannigan I swear to god I’ll deck you so good you’ll need a hospital.” His tone is way too serious and he is the last person I’d want to piss

Cody I watch Immi as she watches me, I like how I’m making her feel. Okay, okay so it’s wrong she’s off-limits but I’m a guy for fuck’s sake. What can you expect when a woman is literally drooling over your body? It takes a lot of hard work to stay like this and to get like this in the first place. We work around forty hours a week training and practice, so when she is looking at me like she’s never seen a guy before it makes my dick swell and my heart prang. I just want to go right on over and kiss her and crush her small body to mine. I’m seriously trying to keep control of myself here. “I need a drink.” I tell her. She raises her eyebrows. “Pour me one too.” Clearly she needs one as much as I do. “Sure, np. It’ll be a whiskey you up for that?” “Of course. Let’s do it.” I need to do something to stop these irrational and insane thoughts I’m having about spreading her legs wide open on my king-size bed and licking her pussy out, tasting her juices all over my lips and tongue then