Braydon stared at the dusty red truck in his driveway before shaking himself and dug the keys out of jean pockets. He fumbled with them briefly, squinting at the collection of keys looped in the key ring and singled out the right key, then unlocked the truck door.
He scratched at his neck, the collar of the button up shirt rubbed against the skin there. The shirt was also a little tight on him across the shoulders and the fact that he had to keep the sleeves rolled to the elbows drove him crazy. But it wouldn't be right if he didn't wear the shirt in exactly that way. The driver's seat had to be shifted slightly back before he could feel comfortable behind the wheel. The radio blared country music the moment the engine started and Braydon winced, tempted to turn it off. But he didn't. Instead he lowered the volume enough for him to tune it out.
The drive to Minnie's house was distracting enough. He thought having the phone GPS set up inside the truck would be too obvious, so he had tried to memorize the route - he had a hell of a time remembering it, but he eventually got there. Braydon pulled up to her street wondering how he should be driving. Should he be snappy and assertive as he pulled up? Or should he do it slowly and carefully?
He got to Minnie's house and had every intention of just getting out of the truck and acting like nothing was wrong. But he just sat in the driveway wondering why the hell he thought it would work.
Minnie would know. She would know right away.
"What took you so long?"
Braydon snapped his head up and his gaze met with Minnie's dark brown eyes. She seemed to have materialized out of nowhere, but then he spotted the screen door of her front door shut and he realized he must have zoned out and not noticed her come out. She grinned, cute dimples flashing on her cheeks as she leaned against the truck door, draping her arms into the truck.
"Sorry, I slept in," Braydon lied.
"Hmm... you can make it up to me by winning me a stuffed animal." Minnie gave him a mock offended look then walked to the other side of the truck and climbed into the passenger seat.
"'Course, baby."
She gave him an impish smile. "And buy me some cotton candy. And ride the Viking Ship with me three times."
"I would do anything for you," Braydon said. He said it because that was what he should say. He felt his mouth grow dry as Minnie's smile widened.
"I know," she said. She leaned towards him and kissed him softly on the mouth.
She smelled like a mix of shampoo and wildflowers, her mouth tasted sweet and soft. Braydon almost let a groan slip out as he leaned into the kiss, tasting her more deeply. Something warm rested on his knee and he realized it was Minnie's hand. He broke off the kiss and shifted back a little, clearing his throat.
"We should get going," he said.
Minnie gave a little pout but he saw the twinkle in her eye. She retreated back to her side of the truck and they pulled out of her driveway and made their way to the fair.
It would be the last night for the fair before it closed up for the season. As they went down the highway and neared the location, they could see the lights of the rides and various tents at a distance.
"Look, Raymond!" Minnie exclaimed over the sound of air coming through the truck windows. "The lights! It'll be a nice view when it gets darker!"
Braydon only nodded. In his head, he could only think about remembering to respond to his brother's name. He glanced over to Minnie, her shoulder-cropped hair flying from the wind whipping through the open window. Was she really unable to tell the difference? He had taken extra care to wear the right clothes and style his hair the right way, but looking in the mirror Braydon thought he still looked different from his brother.
As it was a Tuesday night and with the weather being so muggy, not a lot of people were there. The parking lot wasn't even half filled. Minnie pointed at a remote corner far away from other cars and told him to park there.
"Are you sure? It's quite a walk," Braydon said. But he pulled into the spot she wanted to anyway.
"I thought we should have some privacy," she said, undoing her seatbelt and sidling close to him again. Braydon flicked his eyes down to her mouth, then down to her chest. Minnie only had a thin tank top on and a neon pink bra underneath, the straps showing. Her jean shorts were way too short and showed off the endless smooth skin of her legs. "Kissing you made me horny."
He swallowed and forced his gaze back up to her dark brown eyes. "I don't think we should," he said hoarsely.
"Why not?" She climbed onto his lap and he found himself unable to stop her - she ended up sitting with both her legs on his right and her bottom snug against his groin. "Remember last year? We fucked like this at the fair last year and you loved it."
"Uh, I didn't bring any condoms, baby," he said.
"That never stopped us." Sweet Jesus.
"I... I just thought we wanted to enjoy the fair," he tried again. "It's the last day and all."
Her hands drifted up to caress his throat and he found it increasingly difficult to string words together. Fingers trailed down to his upper arm covered with the shirt sleeve and Braydon stiffened briefly when her touch passed the spot. If she knew about the secret hidden there, the spell would break. His arms tightened around her.
"But this is how we'll enjoy the fair," she murmured. Her hand raised to cup his face to turn it to her. Slowly, they kissed again.
Braydon knew Raymond was never able to refuse Minnie anything. It turned out he wasn't able to either. He felt himself grow hard against her lush bottom as she suckled on his bottom lip. Her arms looped around his neck and he felt like he was drowning in her. The hot muggy day, the oppressive heat, and the ugly parts of life that lurked outside the doors of the truck seemed to disappear as he lost himself in her scent.
