My Best Friend's Brother

by Candy Gray

  "Okay," Tonya says to Stanley. Who smiles, and clinks his fork against his glass to begin the speeches. He introduces us one by one, and when I stand, my eyes meet hers and lock on. She has the prettiest eyes. I chew on my bottom lip, trying to fight the boner that just gets worse. I wonder what those eyes look like when she is on her back cumming on my cock. Jesus! I shout in my head, forcing a smile on my face for the family friends.

  "Thank you for coming to celebrate my father's marriage to the lovely Tonya," I start my speech, thankful the table is high and no one can see the bulge under my pants, trying to burst out of my boxer briefs and lunge at my step sister. "We are very excited for them and tomorrow shall be a wonderful day." I can feel Samantha's eyes hovering over my body. I wonder what she thinks of me. Everyone claps lightly when I sit down. The servers come out bringing drinks. I am quick to grab one. Steve leans over.

  "Fuck."

  "What?" I ask.

  "How am I supposed to eat real food, when all I want is a taste of your sister?"

  "Will you stop calling her that? I have never even spoken a word to her. She is more of a stranger than anything." Her eyes fall on us. She knows we are talking about her. I almost choke on my drink. Steve shakes his head.

  "I think she likes me."

  I roll my eyes because I want to be the one whose face is buried between her legs. Is this some cruel punishment by the universe? To have the hottest step sister right there and never be able to fuck her. I think I might go mad if I don't get to have sex with her. The dinner is served.

  "Dad?" I whisper.

  "Everything is really going well tonight, isn't it?" He says with a grin.

  "It is amazing," I nod. "How come you never introduced me to Tonya's daughter?"

  He looks confused.

  "Samantha?"

  "Yes," I nod. Obviously, that is who I am talking about it. We both look over at her. She takes a bite off her fork. Her soft lips wrap around the metal utensils, but all I see is my cock between those two pink, plush lines. She moves her arms to dab her mouth and her tits well when her arms push together.

  "Because you two were never in the same country until now," he laughs shaking his head. I nod, remembering that fact, but still. He should have at least warned me, so I could have blown my load instead of letting fill my cock. "Why?" he asks.

  "Curious...is all. She is quite lovely." I mean she is the hottest woman I have ever seen and I want to tear into her right now.

  "Yeah, and I want to fuck her," Steve adds in, tilting forward in his chair. Well, there it is. I cringe, she could have heard that. Stanley laughs and turns to face Samantha. He shakes her arm to get her attention.

  "Samantha, as I am sure you know now this is my son, James, and his best friend Steve."

  I give a quick smile. I don't want to come off as so interested.

  "It’s great to finally meet you, especially now that we are sharing parents," she says with a quick grin. I smile back. I can barely handle her smile when it’s directed at me. And her voice is so musical and low. I wonder what her sex noise is.

  "It is," I agree. Think of something to say! I scream in my head.

  "I'm glad our parents found each other," is what comes out of my mouth. But between the noise and crowds of people, it gets lost and she just sits politely and stares at me. I shake my head. I can hear Steve snickering next to me. I suddenly feel as though we are both in high school or something. I will have some more time to talk to her after dinner I decide. But then again, what is my motive? It's not like I can actually fuck her...can I?

  Chapter 4

  Samantha

  I chew on my food. Holy shit. How did mom never mention that my step brother was this hot? He is so tall and ripped. His perfect square jaw clenches down as he eats. He even has a bit of silver coming into his sandy brown hair. I slide my tongue across the front of my teeth; he looks like he could be my age.

  The dinner is over and people are beginning to get out of their seats. Do I stay? Should I go talk to him? Fuck! I don't know what to do. I mean he is my brother now, so I feel like talking to him should be so easy. I mean we are family now, so it's not like there should be any weird pressure. I look at my mom for cues, but she is so deeply in love with Stanley I don't seem to exist. Our eyes make contact for a minute longer. I hardly notice there is a reddish haired friend who is obviously interested in me. James stands up and pushes his chair in. Holy shit he is coming over to talk to me. He smiles again to reveal perfect teeth and my stomach flips. Don't be nervous, I say in my head. This is your family now.

  "Hey," he says sitting down in the chair where my Aunt was, but now has dispersed into the mob of family and friends. He leans back, his fingers play with the stem of my wine glass. "I figured since we are siblings we should get to know one another." Something in the way he says that, makes my body stir a little. His eyes trail down my dress; whether or not it was on purpose, I cannot help but slightly become aroused. I cross my legs and clear my throat. I feel the wetness between my thighs. I doubt this is the typical reaction you are supposed to feel for you step brother.

  "I've never had a brother before," I say calmly. "Or a sister."

  God this sounds way more sexual than it should.

  "I've always wanted one," he responds coolly. My clit jumps.

  We stare at one another. What is going on here? There is a moment of silence. He shakes his head.

  "But it is nice to finally meet you."

  "I'm surprised we haven't met before," I add on.

  "I know. Someone as beautiful as you, uh, I mean - I am surprised Stanley and Tonya didn't try to introduce us. I'm sorry, was that weird?"

  "No," I smile lazily and watch him closely. Something about him feels safe. "I'm not sure the proper step sibling etiquette, but if it helps I think you are also rather beautiful."

  He blushes, and I find it adorable.

  "Well, then I guess it's a good thing we aren't actually related."

  "Why?" I ask cocking my head. I know why, but I want to hear him say it. Something about his voice turns me on. He smirks a dark and wicked smile. He leans into me, so his mouth is inches from my ear and his breath tickles and sends shivers down my spine straight into my pussy.

  "I don't think these are things brother and sister usually discuss."

  He leans back and I want to pull him back onto me. But then again, I suppose he is right. Perhaps we shouldn't engage in whatever dark thoughts are inhabiting our brains. I am not sure how the family would react. He watches me, waiting. It's clear we both want one another. I can feel the tension oozing out between us. It's starting to find its way to me and burn between my thighs. I suddenly stand.

  "I should say hi to the family," I stutter out, maneuvering past him and walking down to the other tables. But I feel his eyes on my back and watching me, hovering over my body with desire. I like it. I sway my hips more with each step. There is something exhilarating in having someone want you as much as you want them, even if that someone is my step brother. I know I have self-control. His eyes stay on me as he watches me. Never once does he look away. He's too thirsty for me.

  Finally, everyone settles back into their rooms. I return to mine, tired of forcing a smile. It took every fiber of my being not to return to James, but I know that I have to keep away from him, or else I might end up underneath him. The image of his backside plowing into me excites me way more than it should. I grab the handle on the doorknob and push in. My fingers stretch out the wall where I find the light switch on the wall. I flip it up. A scream catches itself in my throat I almost fall backward. James is standing by my bed.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" I choke out. He furrows his eyebrows and licks his lips.

  "I really didn't mean to scare you.

  "How to fuck did you get in here." My hand is resting on my chest. My hearts are racing five thousand beats per minute. Maybe that's why he is single because he is one molester or rapist. James turns to face the open patio door.
r />   "I - uh, scaled the patio. You're one room above me."

  "You can't be serious," I say completely stunning in disbelief. He wipes his forehead and nods.

  "You know in hindsight it’s a way less romantic gesture than I imagined it would come across."

  I giggle slightly.

  "Romantic - with your step sister?"

  He walks forward so we are inches apart. His breath falls into mine and if I stretched onto my tippy toes, our lips would meet. I can feel the heat between us like a magnet. My pussy starts to melt again and I almost moan, he turns me on just by his sheer presence.

  "Yes." His fingertips graze my shoulders slowly. My body shivers. It’s wrong I tell myself. But is it? He turns his head slowly. "I want to be romantic with my step sister." He bites his lip. Is he going to kiss me? I lean forward slightly, my body yearns for him to take me, but we just inch apart from one another like lovers about of fuck. His fingers fall off my shoulders. He closes his eyes. I don't dare move. I want him to rip my clothes off and put himself inside of me. My body is on fire. I feel my heart beat inside of my pussy. Yet he stays frozen.

  "What are you doing?" I ask softly.

  He opens his eyes and breathes through his nose.

  "Resisting."

  The word falls on the top of my tongue, but I am not brave enough to say it. What good could come from a having an affair with my step brother? My brain tries to find some sort of answer, but the only thing I can think about it how great the sex would feel. I can see he is well endowed and something tells me he knows how to use it.

  "I should go," he says slowly. My heart drops in and I take a step back.

  "Yeah, big day tomorrow with our parents getting married and stuff."

  He smiles.

  "Crazy, isn't it?"

  "What?"

  "Our parents getting married."

  I smile and nod.

  "Yeah."

  It's just empty conversation. We aren't going acknowledge the fact we want to tear into each other's skin, or that he snuck into my room. He makes his way to the door, I hope he turns around and comes back.

  "Have a good night," he sighs.

  "You too."

  "I won't..."

  "Why not."

  He opens the door and steps into the hall.

  "I'll be too busy thinking about fucking you." And with that, the door click shuts. I hear his footsteps echo through the halls as he makes his way downstairs to the room below me. I collapse on the bed.

  Holy cow. What just happened? I start to giggle into my pillow like a school girl. Nothing seems to be making any sense anymore. I lay there still. My heart remains beating like it is some type of giant drum. I hold my breath. How am I supposed to sleep? My fingers creep down into my soaking wet pussy and they try to alleviate some of the stress. It's not happening. They are not nearly as wonderful as what James' cock must feel like inside of me. I toss over and squirm out of my clothes. My naked body rests against the cold hotel sheets. I wish I was on top of James. My thighs tighten as my pussy screams for him. I flip back onto my back and stare at the dark ceiling. This is going to be torture. I just know it.

  It's morning. The day of my mother's second wedding. I slowly sit up on the bed. The phone is ringing for my wake up call. I pick it up and slam it down, ending the piercing ringing. I throw on a bathrobe and make my way down the hall to my mother's room. I tried to wake up before her, but I am sure that she is anxious and probably didn't sleep much. I move through the hotel and knock on my mother's door. It flies open and she stands to stare at me with a wide grin.

  "I need a drink!" she shouts. Usually, I would argue that it is eight o clock in the morning, but last night with James has made me in dire need of some sort of relief. We order two mimosas via room service and start getting ready together. I am the only person standing next to her during the ceremony, as James is the only one standing for his dad.

  "Mom?" I start as I do her make up. "Do you like James?"

  "What do you mean?" she asks back fast, staring at me in the mirror.

  "I was just wondering. It's a bit odd that I have never met him before. He's nice."

  "Oh - James is quite the little charmer."

  "Why have I never met him before?" I ask her.

  "He works for his dad in Europe. Does all the serious training. He is never still."

  "So he does pretty well?"

  My mother nods.

  "Yes he does."

  "Cool...he will be a great brother," I half smile. I don't know if I will ever have the strength to see him as a great brother. She changes the subject than about what necklace she should wear. I don't prod about any more information on James. Today is about her and I don't want her to think I am interested - even though I am interested.

  We finish getting ready. My mom wears a simple white gown and I wear what she has picked out for me. It's not the most flattering, definitely more along the lines of what she would wear, but I don't fight her on it. It's a grey shift dress that just hangs right off of me. At least James might lose all sexual attraction to me at this rate and then we continue on acting the way step-siblings are supposed to act. We make our way down to where the ceremony is being held. The family has started to arrive and find their places. It's far more relaxed than a big budget wedding, which helps take off some of the stress. My mom squeezes my hand. I am going to walk her down the aisle. We wait to stand in the small lobby right next to the outdoor area, where chairs are set up in rows and a small wedding arch is in the grass. The view of the forest and hills are pretty behind it and makes for the perfect backdrop. People find their seats; its finally time for the ceremony. I haven't seen James yet and my stomach is already in a ball of knots. My mom takes my arm as we begin to walk. Some workers open the door for us. The sun shines down in the early morning, warming the patio. Familiar and unfamiliar faces turn to face us with smiles, but I am glued to James. He stands next to his father in a steel gray suit, with a navy blue tie. His deep brown eyes gaze at mine and slightly sparkle in the sun. The suit is tight across his broad chest and arms. I think I might faint, he looks so hot. We stand across from one another near the wedding arch, where an officiator takes over the ceremony. Our eyes hunger over one another. I can feel his gaze piercing through this shift of a dress to my naked body, but I don't feel ashamed. I want him to see me completely. The hot burning in my legs fills every part of me. I feel so awake and ready for him. I try to focus on the ceremony but it seems almost impossible. How can I do anything when he is here looking at me? I take a deep breath and silently pray that the ceremony will be over with soon so I can return to my normal life without my sexy stepbrother hovering around me, and he can go back to where ever he goes and then it will be over.

  After the ceremony, the reception follows for a late lunch, early dinner. James and I sit on either side of our parents during the meal. I can sense him though, every movement he makes I am super aware. Every so often, while we eat, we glance at one another, but our eye contact doesn't last. It’s as though we have some shameful secret I think to myself.

  And…we haven't even fucked yet.

  Jesus, it's a good thing. I try to remind myself it is a good thing and not just what I should be thinking. Our parents finally have their first dance, and now they no longer separate the space between us. I take a long sip of my drink avoiding eye contact now that having a conversation is unavoidable.

  "You look lovely," he says. I almost choke on the glass. Now we are suddenly acting so formal.

  "In this?" I say slightly shocked. I am basically wearing a paper bag. He smiles.

  "Of course in that."

  I shake my head.

  "Than you must be blind."

  He laughs tilting his head back and gently touching the stem of his drink.

  "Our parents look happy, together."

  I glance over at the pair twirling in the center of the room to some classic love song from the seventies.

  "They do look really ha
ppy." I suppose this going better than I thought it would.

  "Do you think that they would be upset if they found out we were sleeping together?"

  I almost choke again, but this time I am not drinking anything.

  "What?" I cough out and sputter. He turns to face me and leans over to me across the two empty chairs. My eyes dart around the room. Is anyone else seeing this - or is it just me? No. Everyone is watching our parents in their newlywed bliss.

  "I asked, about your opinions with our parents knowing that we are sleeping together."