Thanksgiving Swap: Jacob


Jacob (18) couldn’t even pretend to wipe the smile off his face as he sequestered himself in a guest room upstairs to weather out the chaos still happening downstairs at the dinner table. His usual pastime at any of these family events anyways was trying to sneak glances at his brother’s girlfriend Julia. He was sure she’d caught him staring more than once, but he just couldn’t help it, she was exactly his type. 

Now, he was reenacting a scene he’d fantasized countless times over the years: The sight of Julia slowly slipping her t-shirt up her body, dramatically pausing for the big reveal when the fabric of the shirt reached the base of her breasts. Jacob locked eyes with Julia’s reflection in the mirror, sticking her tongue in the corner of her mouth seductively as he realized he could now stare at her features for as long as he wanted. He wasn’t sure how much longer whatever had happened down there would last, but in the meantime, he intended to take full advantage of the opportunity it had given him!

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