“Shit.” I sit up quickly, Kingston’s hand pulling out of my jeans as I look at him angrily, but it’s not as angry as I should be. The damn tempting asshole. “I told you.”

He merely laughs, sweeping his hand through my hair, I think to fix it, but only messing it up further. “Luce is cool.”

He hops off the bed, still sporting a total boner in his jeans and then does some deep breathing.

“Okay, think about gross stuff.”

I laugh at him and stand up, having the same predicament and willing my unsatisfied dick to go down. “I’ll be right out, Luce,” I holler through the door.

“I don’t want to miss breakfast, Caaaaam,” she whines again. “They have ghost-shaped French-toast sticks.”

I don’t know how the hell they manage that but don’t argue. “I know. I’ll have you there in time for breakfast, I promise,” I say, my dick finally deflating.

“Caaaammmmm,” she continues to fuss, and Kingston grabs his backpack, pulling me in for another quick kiss.

But it’s not helping the hard-cock situation at all, no matter how brief. “Happy Halloween.”

I grin at him. It’s our favorite holiday. Always has been. “Happy Halloween. You going with me to take Lucy trick-or-treating?”

“Fucking duh,” he says, grabbing a protein bar from his backpack, handing it to me and then grabbing another for himself. “I’ll see you later.”

I nod in contented agreement as he climbs out the window. Why? I have no idea. Lucy knows he’s stayed the night before, but I think this is his way of keeping my secret and making sure Lucy doesn’t say something to Mom about him staying the night and us having to lie.

I take another deep breath, pulling my hoodie down over my ass, and hoping I don’t smell like cum from last night. I think I cleaned up sufficiently, but my limbs were a little tired after coming my brains out. So, who knows?

I open the door and look at my very annoyed little sister, who’d in her costume, but looking awfully pissed off for a Disney princess. “Hey.”

“We’re late,” she says, an adorable little pout on her lips.

“Who helped you get into your costume?” My mom left before she usually wakes up, but she looks good. Nothing out of place, except for her hair. That needs her big brother’s help.

“I did. I’m a very good princess,” she says indignantly, which makes me laugh. I love this kid.

“Now, that’s true. You’re a beautiful princess. Which one are you again?”

She rolls her eyes at me now, starting down the hallway. “Cam, you know I’m Cinderella. I need help with my hair.”