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So—I kinda looked like Santa.Suddenly, there was a voice----”Santa”??Oh my fucking god----there stood my lil bro, Dustin. Jennie quickly jumps to attention, and adjusts her skirt, to get it back straight. I leap from the chair, and bolt for the fridge, in a panic stuffing my still half swollen meat back into my jeans. Yanking the door of the fridge open, I grab a bottle and toss it to Dustin. “Look Dustin ! Yahoo”!! It was his favorite. He pops the top, and takes a couple of swigs of the chocolate drink, and then I cry out “tree Dustin—go check out the tree---run boi---run”!! Of course it only took about 4 trotts to get from the kitchen to the living room, and then Jennie and me hear a b l o o d curling scream. Before we could get to the living room, Dustin comes flying back to the kitchen like a rocket. He jumps right up to my chest, and wrapping his arms around my neck, and his legs around my waist, (I loved that shit BTW) yells at the top of his lungs, “I love you Matthew, I love. I have to dump you."I stood up and Melissa looked at me in horror."What? You want to dump me?" Yep," I said, and then I bent down and quickly scooped her up in my arms. "In the lake."I carried her to the water. Melissa kicked her legs and screamed."Don't you dare! I just got warm!"I waded in and when we were deep enough, tossed her into the water."Oh, you bastard," she sputtered when she surfaced. "It's freezing!"We spent the next twenty minutes chasing and splashing each other like little kids, then out of breath, we ran back to the fire to warm up. We stood side by side, leaning over the fire, dripping wet from the lake. The sight of Melissa's exposed body in the warm flicker of the firelight, drops of water gleaming on her skin, was stunningly beautiful."Bastard," she said, smiling.I grinned and gave her a quick kiss. Something sizzled in the fire. Then more little sizzles. It had started to rain.We grabbed our things and went back to the tent. Raindrops were falling faster so we.
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