<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"><b>Name:</b> Peter Anderson<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House<br/>
<b>Tagged:</b> Open/Lea/Justin<br/>
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Peter pulled up to his families beach house to see a rather busy driveway. No one had told him that they'd be using the beach house at the same time. The convertible corvette he had rented - only the best for him - purred as he pulled it up onto the sloped driveway. Hopefully none of the other kids would scratch it. He stepped out, his tall muscled from on display in a tight fitting white shirt and khaki shorts. His feet were bare other than sandals. He slung his duffel bag over a shoulder and headed inside.<br/>
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It looked like Simon and some friends were going to be crashing at the place. He double-stepped upstairs and dumped his bag on one of the queen beds - Simons shit was all over the master bedroom and he wasn't that big of a bully to kick him out. Not if he was going to help get that boy laid! It was a long standing quest of his, to help his baby bro out, but there was only so much he could do.<br/>
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He headed back downstairs and grabbed a beer from the fridge before stepping outside. He needed to talk to his brother, of course, but didn't see him immediately. He did spot a MILF and frown at that. Was she a chaperone or something? He wasn't sure what was going on there but as he stepped by, he heard her mention his families name. He leaned into the conversation, with no idea who the guy was either.<br/>
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"Andersons? I'm an Anderson. What can I help you with, Mrs....?"</span>