My Best Friend's Brother

by Candy Gray

  "You are my step brother."

  "I know that."

  "This won't work."

  I frown and fold my arms.

  "Why does everything have to be so difficult for you? It's almost as though you don't want to have relations with me like you are looking for any possible excuse to get out," I say not aggressively, but I am getting fed up with her strange behavior now. "I just want you to make up your mind. That is all I want."

  "I want that too," she says walking past me and then back to the bed.

  "Can't you just trust me," I say as I follow her to the bed. She crawls into it.

  "No...I can't just trust you, James. I thought I made that clear."

  I let out a long sigh. It was a poor choice of words.

  "What do I have to do to prove to you I want this?" I ask her seriously, sitting next to her. She looks so small to me suddenly, wrapped underneath the blankets like I need to hold her and keep her safe.

  "You can't want this. You are my step brother. This won't work."

  "You are telling yourself that, not me. I know this will work."

  She chews on her cheek as she thinks silently to herself.

  "Is that what you told Mallory?" She asks me, her eyes narrowing to mine.

  "Okay, Samantha. Come on. That is not fair."

  "No," she says fast and quick. "You are right. It isn't fair. It's not fair to me or this poor girl."

  I push my hair out of my face. Now I am getting frustrated with her. I feel like ripping my hair out or jumping off the patio.

  "I don't know how many times I have to tell you that Mallory is not my girlfriend."

  "I don't know if that's true!"

  "Call Steve tomorrow!"

  "Steve? Who the fuck is Steve?" she snaps. Now it's starting to get a lot more heated than before.

  "He is my best friend...Never mind."

  "Oh, come on, James. Really."

  I shrug and walk to my door.

  "Is this how it all ends?" I ask her.

  She looks at me hopelessly, and then her eyes scan back to the floor. I don't have a good excuse to convince her that she should start seeing her step brother and enter some sort of forbidden relationship. The only good reason that I can really come up with is that the sex is super great. Otherwise, I have nothing. Samantha takes a breath and looks at me.

  "I don't know, James. I don't see how this could work out."

  I stand there half in the doorway, half in my room, watching her. I think this could be the last time I ever see her like this, laying in bed after we have just had sex. Her breasts are laying slightly over the bed sheet. Her face flushed and her long hair crazy over her shoulders, no make-up, tired, but relaxed, comfortable. I like how comfortable she is with me. We have always felt that from the moment we met in college all those years ago; there was some strange connection pulling us together. I take one last long look and freeze it in my mind, forcing myself to remember every detail. She stares at me as well. Her eyes are slightly sad. I don't know what to say to make her smile. I wish I could. I tried. I don't want to leave her and sleep by myself. Finally, after several minutes of standing in the doorway, Samantha breaks the silence.

  "What are you doing?" she asks me.

  "I don't want to sleep alone tonight," I say softly. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

  "Are you going to sleep or are you going to try and fuck me."

  "Depends," I say with a smile, "what do you want?"

  I get a small laugh out of her, and her lips turn up into a smile. Her slender hand reaches over and gently pats the top of the mattress. I happily jump onto the bed. She bounces with the movement.

  "But actually I am going to sleep," she says to me as I pull the covers down.

  "Alright, alright," I sigh, snuggling up next to her. "I promise I won't seduce you."

  She smiles, leans over, and turns off the dim lamp on the bedside table.

  "I'm sorry this is all so weird," I whisper to her. I am not sure if she is still awake or not. But I don't want to fall asleep. I don't want to miss a minute of being together here with her in bed. This could be my last time.

  "It's alright," she pats my arm. "We can just blame our parents."

  "I guess in a way we are stuck together," I chuckle.

  "Yeah...I suppose we are."

  Chapter 12

  Sam

  In the morning, I wake up to my bed already empty. My fingers trace on the sheets to try and find James, but he is gone. It makes me think of the first night we spent together, and how badly I wanted to stay with him in the bed, safe in his room. I sit up slowly and glance over at the clock. I'll have to be at the airport in a few hours. My parents are probably getting breakfast at the moment. My mom has always been an early riser. I push the blankets off of my naked body, and slowly stand up. My pussy is slightly sore from the sex last night. I can't believe last night happened, and now we are going home today. I walk over to the bedroom door and knock on James door. I press my ear against it. It swings open, and I almost fall over.

  James stands in the doorway. I almost lose my breath, he looks so handsome. The sun shines over his sandy hair. He has a white towel wrapped around his waist, below the defined v, but over his cock. His skin shimmers in the sun, still slightly wet from the shower, and his hair is all messy. I bite my lip trying not to gawk too long.

  "Morning, sis," he says casually glancing at me, then he turns around and continues packing his suitcase, tossing his clothes into the black bag. I want him to pull me into his arms the way he always does and press me against his chest. But he just works on packing. I chew on my lip.

  "So this is it now?" I ask. He looks up and smiles.

  "Yeah, I guess," he sighs., folding his thick arms over his broad chest. "I mean it’s what you want, right?"

  I glare at him.

  "It's not exactly what I want, but it’s what is right," I declare. But I really don't know. It sounds like the right thing to say.

  "Sure, I mean I would argue that us being together is what's right," he says. I shake my head.

  "Can we just agree to be friends or something? Or else we'll just keep running in circles about what is right and what we should do or how to act?"

  He smiles and leans against the wall.

  "You want to be friends, Sam, like good brothers and sisters?"

  "I don't think it's that ridiculous," I say. "For our parents."

  He laughs and walks over to me, so he's almost touching me. He could easily push me up against the wall, drop his towel, and slide his cock right into me. I would probably orgasm right then and there.

  "How about you come talk to me about being friends when you have some clothes on?" His chest rises and falls. I can feel the air from his lungs. I want to kiss him, but instead, I take a step back and cover my breasts by folding my arms over them. His eyes flash down and then up.

  "Oh, now someone is suddenly shy."

  Anger starts to bubble inside of me. I want to hit him or maybe fuck him.

  "What do you want me to say, James?" I spew at him. "It's not like there's a self-help book about sleeping with your new step brother who you happened to have fucked once before, while he had a girlfriend."

  He laughs and then pulls me against him. His skin feels hot and damp on mine. I close my eyes. Like an automatic response, my pussy starts to drop between my legs.

  "I just want you to say, next time I'm deep inside of you, or when you're sitting on my face cumming, well… remind me that we are just friends." My body rolls with arousal at his words, but my heart grows angry. He continues, "Besides, sister, you are great at self-help."

  "Are you fucking serious?" I hiss in his ear. "Am I the only adult here?"

  He keeps his grip tight on me, holding me close to him.

  "Oh Sam, you better stop getting angry. I always get so hard when you're mad."

  He lets go of me, and I step backward. Damn him and that perfect masculine face.

  "Shut up, James,"
I mutter as I dart out the bedroom door back to my room to start to pack. Perhaps space is what we need.

  ***

  I sit on the plane. It feels like we have just arrived at the resort, but then again this week feels like a lifetime. I look over at James as he takes his seat next to me. He smiles and throws his bag in the overhead bin.

  "Hey, friend," he says to me smiling. I shake my head.

  "Will you just stop?" I please with him. "Let's just have a normal step brother and sister ride back home so we can go on with everything."

  He looks at me a little confused, nods his head, and takes his seat next to me.

  "I don't know if I can stop though," he says in a deep voice. I sigh, tilt my head out and cup my face in my hands. I may freak out and start screaming, but I try and breathe.

  "Should I find another seat then?" I ask him blankly. I am so done playing this game.

  "Definitely not. How am I supposed to touch you?" he winks. I roll my eyes and stare out the window. "I mean as friends Samantha. God, get your mind out of the gutter."

  I don't know what comes over me, but I slam my hand against his chest.

  "Ow!" he shouts, tilting forward and laughing. A few other passengers look up and stare at us. Luckily this time our parents are on the other side of the plane. We have been stuck in the shit back row. Just me and my weird step brother.

  "I think I know why people aren't supposed to date step-siblings."

  "Why?" he asks, rubbing where my hand hit him. I don't want to show it, but his chest is so hard that it hurt my hand.

  "Because - the step brothers all turn out to be a bunch of sexual moronic cavemen."

  "Oh, guns are out, and Samantha is firing them at me."

  I don't enjoy his joking and roll my eyes.

  "How do your eyes not hurt from rolling them so much?"

  I snap and glare at him.

  "You really are taking this role of being a big brother seriously now, aren't you."

  He bites his lip, and raises his eyebrows.

  "Isn't that what you want?"

  I nod slowly and turn in my chair.

  "And if you don't mind? I am going to take a nap," I say, reaching down and pulling my blanket out of my purse. I close my eyes, and the plane takes off. Its shakes and rattles as we hit some turbulence. James grabs hold of my thigh.

  "I'm scared," he says jokingly.

  "Seriously?"

  "Please be a good friend and support me."

  "Stop touching me, you are such a child."

  "Which is exactly why I need you to support me while I am scared, Samantha." His hand grips harder. He is pressing so close to my pussy.

  "Stop," I say once more in a low voice.

  "Okay," he shrugs. His hand slides up though and glides to my clit where he rubs ever so quickly. The touch is so unexpected it sends a shiver through me. I let out a gasp of surprise, and I hit his hand.

  "What?" he laughs.

  "Why did you do that?"

  "Do what?" he asks, batting his eyelashes.

  "Grab my pussy," I hiss into his ear.

  He looks up with wide eyes.

  "I didn't grab your pussy. Why did you have that thought? Is that what you want, Sam."

  I don't even respond.

  His hand lands in between my legs again and stays there. My clit shudders as it gets excited by the sensation of his fingers.

  "What-"

  "This is what you are talking about right?"

  I grab his wrist to move it, but he holds it there. I am not strong enough to pull him off of me.

  "This is not happening," I say flatly.

  "Oh no, it is."

  "Well, you aren't going to get a reaction out of me," I roll my shoulders and lean back.

  "Are you challenging me? That would be pretty foolish of you."

  I stare at him.

  "No - I am telling you to stop."

  "I wish it were that easy, but it’s impossible for me to not want to touch you."

  His hand begins to move in between my legs. Back and forth, it travels, very slowly. I hold my breath.

  I will not enjoy this, I repeat over and over to myself.

  He leans in so his mouth in next to my ear. I look down. He's managed to pull the blanket over himself. No one would know that he is touching me. Maybe I can secretly enjoy this. He starts to move my clit faster. I unclench my stomach and ease into the movement. I can feel the wetness between my legs.

  "I thought you weren't going to react?" he says smugly, grinning.

  "It's just a natural response," I mumble.

  "Is it?" he asks. His fingers unbutton my pants and slide past my underwear. Next thing I know his fingers are inside of me again on the airplane. I shudder as he thrusts them in and out. And then he stops.

  "You like it. You are the perv here, not me."

  I chew on my lip. I liked it way more than I thought I would. My pussy is hungry. For some reason, telling James no, only makes me want him sexually more. It's like a weird feeling of wanting to hit him, but then also have sex with him.

  "I can't look at you right now," I say, unbuckling my seat belt and getting up.

  "Where are you going right now?" he asks me.

  "Away. You're just going to have to brave this out on your own. Sorry, kiddo."

  I hurry past him and make my way to the bathroom. Its dark in the plane and most people have fallen asleep. I pass by the flight attendant and open the door into the bathroom. Just as soon as I close the door, I see out of the corner of my eye, sandy blonde hair and dark brown eyes walking toward me. I take a second. Should I lock the door or leave it open. Creak! James decided for me. His hard hand lands on the door handle, and he pushes the collapsing door in fast. He smooshes me against the small bathroom wall and locks it tight.

  "I'm going to fuck you," he says.

  "What?" I twist to turn to look at him, but his hands are already over my chest, grabbing my breasts. I lean back into him and can feel his cock swollen and long, underneath his jeans. He pulls his dick out from his zipper. Pre-cum drips from the tip; my pussy ripples and jumps at the sight of it. He turns me around again. We can barely move, but I bend forward over the small make shift counter. He slides himself into me. I grit my teeth not to make any noise. He thrusts hard, not fast, but rhythmically, pulling his cock almost out and then ramming it back in. Oh, this feels so naughty. I cannot believe it. Our parents are in the same area as us, and here we are in the bathroom of the airplane. I don't even like it here that much right now, which seems to make it hotter, like his cock is there just for me to ride.

  His breath is heavy as he tries to contain the noise. Smack, he pushes himself into me. I let out a gasp. One hand reaches around and covers my mouth, while the other reaches under my bra and pulls at my nipple. I whimper and buck against him as he takes control of me.

  Fuck.

  God, it feels wrong but so amazing. My pussy throbs with the feeling of his dick penetrating me. Sweat runs off of his forehead and onto my skin. I reach down and play with myself, heightening the sensation to the max. I cum then. His hand stifles my cries, and his cock fill my pussy with the rush of pleasure consumes me.

  "You fucking came," he whispers, fucking me harder. "You came because you love this cock."

  I cannot respond. His hand still covers my mouth. My hand reaches up to pull his away.

  "Keep touching yourself, don't stop," he says to me. I listen, continuing to rub at my pleasure nerve, which has now flattened itself. It only takes a few seconds for it to return to its engorged state. James continues pounding into me. My legs feel weak, his cock is so good. I am not sure if I can handle another orgasm. We hit a bit of turbulence, but we are so tightly packed in the bathroom, that we feel okay. We cum at the same time then. Our bodies are shaking. I feel his cock swell and then disperse itself into me, filling my vibrating pussy. He slowly pulls out.

  "Wait, a few minutes to come out after me," he says, zipping his pants back up and look
ing at me. I smile, fixing my clothes.

  "Are you real?" I ask him. He laughs.

  "Why do you ask that?"