Ballbusting Step Brother
Rudy Thompson leaned against his truck, his broad shoulders framed perfectly by the rugged plaid shirt stretched across his chest. The worn fabric clung to his toned physique, a testament to the hours he spent in the gym perfecting what he considered his best asset—his body. His light blonde hair was windswept, tousled just enough to look deliberate, the kind of look that made girls do a double-take. Beneath the golden tan that hinted at countless days under the Texas sun, his square jawline and ever-present smirk gave him that effortlessly cocky charm. He was the kind of guy who knew he was attractive and had no problem reminding everyone around him, especially the ladies. He also wore his signature blue jeans. At 22, Rudy had mastered the art of being the center of attention. He was fresh off hanging out with his friends, who were likely still laughing about his latest conquest or the way he always seemed to have a comeback ready—whether anyone wanted to hear it or not. He st...