My Best Friend's Brother

by Candy Gray

  "I want to taste," he says from under me. "Sit on my face."

  I don't even have enough time to process his command. His hands land on my thighs and he pulls me up onto his mouth. My stomach clenches as his tongue slurps between my inner lips and dives deep into me.

  "Oh, my god," I say. My hips start to rock over his face. His hands hold onto my ass. The warm damp heat of his mouth sends me into a flurry of sensations. A tingling builds deep inside of me and it oozes out to my toes. Micah never made it feel this good, so electric and full of lust. I want more.

  Then suddenly, I want to disappear and die in a grave. The door swings open fast. Light floods the room and exposes my backside. My stomach hits the floor as I dive off my seat on James' face to the ground on the side of the bed. I scramble for any clothes I can find on the floor. A pair of old sweats and a dirty t-shirt is what I manage to throw onto my body in a mad scramble. James sits up in a panic.

  "What the fuck!" he shouts.

  "No! No! You don't get to what the fuck me, you fucking stupid son of a bitch!" a female voice screams, high pitched and painful. A clock flies past James' head and almost hits me. I duck. My drunk brain is running a thousand miles a minute. Run the sober parts screams, but it seems like my ass has been super glued to the floor or something because I don't dare move. The young woman bursts in, more things are fly to James, a few manage to hit him.

  "Maggie!" he shouts, a few times!

  But the woman is just screaming and crying. I understand. I'm not mad and I don't blame her.

  "Who the fuck is she? Where is she?" Maggie marches over to where I sit crouched in her boyfriend's clothes. James looks at me then at her. His mouth is still wet. It is not a good look at the moment.

  "She is no one, Maggie! Leave her out of this!"

  My legs finally decide to work. I manage to teeter up, avoiding the deadly stare of Maggie, and also the look of James.

  "So she is just some fucking little whore then?" Maggie screams.

  I keep my head low and look out of the room, down the hall. Two of his roommates are in the living room. They stare at me while I struggle to open the door. Finally, it opens and I stand in the cold night with nothing but strangers clothes on. I forgot my phone. And what little amount of pride I have left is keeping me from turning back and knocking on the door. I have a feeling that I wouldn't be able to get my stuff back for a while. I stand dumbfounded and still drunk on the sidewalk. I do what any rational college person would do. I throw up and then start to cry. It is so late, there is no one awake right now to help me or let me borrow their phone. I take a look around and see a green street sign hanging slightly behind a tree. I walk over to it. I'm only a 30-minute walk from home. It won't be fun, but I can make it. But another realization sinks in. Micah lives right down the street. I chew on my lip and head toward my ex's house. I suppose I know now how much pride I do have left, and it is not much.

  I knock on the tall wooden door. The one I used to have the key to where I just walk in and be greeted with a kiss and usually food. A place where I could land on the couch and snuggle up to watch movies all night. But the door opens slowly. A familiar face stares back at me.

  "Sam? What the hell are you doing on my doorstep at 4 am," he stops and really takes it all in - "in, dudes' clothing." My haggard appearance tells him enough. He clenches his jaw and his eyes narrow. "What the fuck do you want?" I almost tell him the story about James and his girlfriend, and how I went out to the bar to forget about them. But I am in enough control not to let that slide out.

  "Can - I just uh - borrow your phone to call a cab...and some cash?" I ask. He stares at me.

  "How much have you had to drink?" No, he is acting like a father who is severely disappointed in his daughter.

  "I'm fine. Just, I don't have my phone or wallet."

  He wants to ask me more. I can tell by the way he is staring at me. But he fights the urge to ask. He knows it's for the best.

  "Here, he says. He reaches into his pocket and calls the cab. "It'll be here in 5 minutes."

  "Thanks," I say softly. I feel like a disgusting pathetic creature. I fold my arms and my teeth begin to chatter. Micah reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. He throws it at my face.

  "I'm going to guess the guy didn't pay your services." And with that, he shuts the door in my face.

  I wake up the next morning in my bed, still wearing his clothes. My head thuds violently.

  "Sam," Jordan says softly leaning over the bed. Her hands rest on my shoulders. My brain takes a few minutes to turn on, but it feels like absolute shit.

  "How are you doing?" Carly asks. I slowly sit up on the bed. Carly is holding an ice pack to her head. Jordan stares at me.

  "What are you wearing?" she asks.

  I close my eyes. It all just seems like such a blur. I can hardly remember anything. "It's a stupid long story," I sigh falling back into the bed. The shirt smells like the dude and it makes me want to throw up. It was obviously not a good night.

  "Well, we got time." She is poking and won't stop until she gets something out of me. I throw my hand over my eyes to try and prevent any more pain from the morning sun.

  "I met a guy -" I begin.

  "Who?!" Carly interjects. I feel her body land on the end of the bed. My brain racks for information.

  "I honestly can't remember. What time is it?"

  "Its four pm," Carly says nonchalantly. This jolts me awake. I sit up and stare at them.

  "Are you serious?"

  They nod their heads.

  "What happened?" Jordan asks. "What do you remember."

  "Uh, this guy... I think his name was Jim or something like that. We hit it off. I went back to his house..."

  "Did you fuck? Are those his clothes?"

  "Yes to both things. I can't remember much, but I guess he has a girlfriend and she walked in. I kinda ruined it for her and for myself."

  "Holy fuck. You are a little homewrecker," Jordan laughs shaking me. "What an asshole though."

  I nod. I don't know how I feel about the whole thing.

  "I remember liking him though," I say softly. "He was so nice. I didn't get cheater vibe at all."

  "Oh, honey," Jordan presses her cold hand on my forehead. "Those are the best kind of cheaters. I'm just glad you got some dick."

  I shake my head and laugh.

  "It was a pretty good dick too."

  Jordan high fives me and then pats my head gently.

  "I'm sorry, he was so shit though, but don't worry, there are plenty of cocks floating around waiting for Samantha's pretty little pussy."

  "Yeah, me too...that was a serious ass hole move. I hope I never see him again." I lean back in my bed. I doubt I would even recognize him if we ran into one another. My hand reaches up to pull on my necklace, a nervous habit I developed years ago. It's gone. My rose necklace is gone!

  "What's wrong?" Carly asks.

  "My necklace - the one my mom gave me...Fuck - it must have come off last night. Not only do I not have my phone, but I lost my necklace." I cover my face with my blanket and let out a muffled scream. Jordan pats my leg.

  "Oh, honey...it's okay..."

  "Maybe, he can give it to his girlfriend," Carly laughs. I pop back out of the blanket and glare at them both.

  "That is not funny," I say.

  Jordan stands.

  "Don't worry. We will all laugh about this in a few years," she says.

  "I hope so." And with that I fall back in bed, trying to piece back the night, but it is all a jumble. I'm glad I can't remember much. Less detail for me to feel embarrassed out.

  Chapter 2

  Sam

  "Thanks for meeting me for lunch," my mother says, picking up her mimosa. Some of the orange juice and champagne sprinkle onto the white tablecloth.

  "Yeah. I'm glad I am able to grab some time with you, mom." She smiles and takes a sip. I stare at mine. It’s the eve of her wedding to her second husband, Stanley Gold.
I have only met him once. They have been traveling around for most of their relationship. He owns an international company across Europe and my mom goes with him everywhere. I am happy for her. They met as soon as I graduated college and I got a job out of state as an editor for a fashion catalog. So after five years of dating, they finally are getting married.

  "Stanley is so excited to have you here," she says again placing her hand on my arm. I smile and stare at the mimosa. "And I just want you to know that it might feel strange or weird about having a stepfather but I promise that he is wonderful."

  "Mom, I'm really happy for you two!" I reassure her.

  "I know, but I just know we haven't been as close as we normally are these past few years, and I worry about you. "

  "I'm doing great; you don't have to worry about me."

  She raises her eyebrows and stares at me.

  "Well, and I feel guilty that we never discussed your break up with Micah. I mean, I was so busy with my own thing, I guess it’s been a long time?"

  "Mom!" I slam my hand on the table. I didn't mean to go that extreme, but I am very annoyed. "Micah and I are done forever now. That is the last time we will ever get back together. So, stop stressing about that on your wedding." I lean back in my chair and take a second to compose myself. Micah and I got back together right after college, but the relationship was rough and draining. I finally caught it off.

  "Okay...okay...but you know Stanley's son will be here and he has a lot of friends who will be attending the wedding."

  "Mom," I drag her name out and put my head in my hands. "Enough."

  "I want this to be fun for you."

  "I know," I smile. I need to be nicer. She is just doing what mothers her age do when their twenty-seven-year-old daughter is single and nowhere near signs of commitment. She is also swimming in pre-wedding glory and her belief in romance is renewed. "I don't need a guy to have fun. I will have an amazing time here as long as you do. This is your day, not mine. I am the last thing you should worry about."

  "I love you, Sammy, but I am your mother. I only worry about you," she sighs, clasping my hands hard in hers. I squeeze her hand back.

  "I love you too, mom."

  We make our way out of the small restaurant and head toward the resort the wedding will be held at tomorrow. It's a small venue in the north, by a clear lake and forest, providing a very romantic and natural feeling. Tonight, we will have the rehearsal wedding and dinner. This is nothing too big. Their second time around, both my mom and Stanley wanted to have something small and intimate. So here we are. It is a quick walk back to the resort hotel, but when we walk in I see nothing but swarms of distant family members.

  "How many did you guys invite?"

  She looks at me and shrugs.

  "Maybe too many? But now it will be more like a party."

  "Let's meet back down here at six, alright?" she asks me. I nod. She knows I want to avoid conversation with most of these people. I make my way up the grand winding stairs in the new cabin themed resort and into my room. I pull out the dress I packed to wear tonight and set it on the bed. My eyes stare at it for a long time. Perhaps it is too formal. But then I remember my mom talking about Stanley and his wealthy business. I think back to everything we talked about over lunch, and how lonely I am. She shouldn't worry about that stuff. Suddenly, a feeling to have Jordan with me creeps up out of my stomach. We hardly kept in touch over the last few years since our lives were so busy, but she would know what to wear and how to flirt with my new step brother's friends. That's right, my stepbrother. I find it hilarious I don't even know his name. I walk over to the shower and turn the water on. I wonder what he is like and if he likes my mother. I'm sure he does; she is wonderful. Does he have handsome friends?

  The idea of a bunch of men downstairs turns me on slightly. I could have my pick. I need a little fun after the whole Micah incident. It's just like that one night in college. I can barely remember it, but I know that I went to Micah that night, and that's how we started talking again. But fuck him. I tilt my head back. I deserve a man, not some weak little I couldn't outgrow. But a real man who knows how to please a woman. My hand slides down my leg. Maybe one of these men can come stay with me tonight, help me forget. My fingers find my clit. One of them could fuck me all night long, driving their long, hard shaft into me. He could hold me down and reclaim my body. Micah was the last one to have me. Fuck - I want someone to grab my hips and fuck me from behind, making me scream into the pillow while I cum on their shaft. I need that. I need a hungry mouth to sit on top of and lick every inch of my slit, till his mouth is wet and my cunt is dripping.

  Chapter 3

  James

  Jesus, there are a lot of people here. I didn't know the old man knew so many people around. I chew on my fingernails. I'm just glad he is happy. It's only been three wives before this one. She seems different though, Tonya, a lot nicer and hella hot for an old lady.

  That's your new mom, I remind myself.

  I take a swig of my beer. Stan leans over in his chair. We are sitting at the head of the room on a slightly elevated platform looking over the other guests. It's the same place the wedding reception will be held, but it's not decorated or anything, so it just looks like a big room with table and chairs full of people. I look at my dad's dark brown eyes.

  "Have you seen, Samantha?" he asks," or even met her?"

  "Who?"

  "Tonya's daughter," he nods. I mouth oh, and shake my head no. I should try and remember her name. He's told me several times, but I always forget. I have been working so hard on the family business out in Europe that I have hardly been in the States. Dad is getting ready to retire here in a bit, so I have to make sure I know everything. Steve, my best friend whips his head toward me. He's like my brother, so my dad gave him a spot at the table with the family.

  "Fuck, Tonya's got a daughter."

  I shrug.

  "Yeah."

  "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Tonya is hot as fuck, so I bet her daughter is too. I mean look at those tits. They still have shape and she's like sixty."

  I crack a smile.

  "Steve, quit being such a savage, eh?"

  Steve rolls his eyes and his shoulders shake with stifled laughter.

  "Says the man who ran through every girl in college," he says, jutting an elbow into my chest. I roll my eyes.

  "That's not true, it was not every girl."

  "Oh - I am sorry, just the tens."

  "That's right."

  We high five like high schoolers and then break out laughing.

  Tonya leans over to my dad. She looks nervous; her red lips press together and her penciled in eyebrows furrowed.

  "Should we start? I don't know why she is late? We can start."

  Stan's hand rests on his future wives.

  "Five more minutes, Tonya. Sam could just be nervous. You told me she was having a hard time with the breakup."

  My ears pick up, so she is single.

  She nods and her head snaps back and forth. My eyes trail across the room. Honestly, it is so big and full of people, I don't even know how we are supposed to pick any one out of here. I take another long drink out of my beer when Steve's hand lands straight on my chest.

  "Dude," he says softly. I almost spill beer over my suit. I set the glass down and look at where he points. There on the other side of the hall, almost running toward us comes Samantha, my new step sister. My mouth drops open. She is absolutely stunning. Her hair is long and tumbles along her thin shoulders, resting on top of large voluptuous breasts. Her hips sway with each fast step, but it's her face that makes my cock go hard. She looks like a movie star with that wide, doe shaped eyes and red pouty lips. Steve leans over in my ear.

  "I know it's not the normal thing, but I want you to know that I plan on fucking your sister."

  I laugh.

  "She's my step sister."

  "So - I won't feel any guil
t when I am driving into her tight ass tonight."

  My erection grows at the idea of taking her from behind. She promptly sits next to her mother. Damn, I have never been more jealous of a chair. Her breasts push against the table and almost spill out of her tight black dress. She apologizes to her mother, who gives her a quick squeeze on the hand. But I want to be squeezing her tits. Jesus. I didn't know someone so beautiful could exist. How did my dad not prepare me for someone has hot as her. It should have been the first thing he mentioned. I know I won't forget her name now.