Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  I showed him the living room with the enormous flat-screen television with a sound system that would knock your socks off. Bryant didn't seem impressed. I figured for a bartender he probably would be wowed by expensive things.

  Not this guy.

  Chapter Three

  I had taken Bryant through all the rooms on the first floor. Bryant quietly listened as I explained what each room was used for. He actually listened to me and seemed somewhat interested. He probably had to listen people at the bar all the time so faking it came natural to him.

  We arrived back at the kitchen. “Well I guess that about does it. I'm sure you need to get back to mixing drinks or drinking them.”

  “What about the upstairs?” Bryant asked.

  At parties we never allowed guests to go upstairs. Only the servants were allowed up there. “I don't think it would be a good idea,” I replied.

  “What? Are there are bunch of family secrets up there that nobody can know about. I bet you have a disfigured older brother who's chained to the wall and only gets fed once a day.”

  I slapped him on the chest. I was amazed at how hard it was. He must work out a lot. “Nothing of the sort. It's just private up there.”

  “Sure,” Bryant replied with a slow nod.

  This man was so frustrating. “Fine, I'll take you upstairs.”

  Bryant grinned. He knew he'd won the battle.

  We ascended the marble stairs and I pointed down the hallway. “That's the wing with the master bedroom. We won't go in there.”

  “The master has it's own wing?”

  “The bathroom is bigger than most houses.”

  We started down the opposite hallway. I showed him one of the guest rooms and a guest bathrooms.

  “So I thought you lived here?” Bryant asked.

  “I'm away at college. I live in a tiny apartment with four other girls.”

  “Sounds cozy,” he replied.

  “Trust me, cozy is a nice way of putting it.”

  We walked past a closed door. “What's in here?” Bryant asked. He went for the door knob and I jumped in front of him.

  “That room is completely off limits.”

  “I see.” Bryant looked disinterested and continued down the hallway.

  I sped up to join him and that's when he did a complete u-turn and made a run for the closed door. There was no way I could beat him in time.

  Bryant swung the door open and revealed my room filled with everything unicorn-related. Bryant walked around with the biggest grin. “So this is your room, huh?”

  My face couldn't be any redder. “I've been away at college and my mom hasn't touched it since.”

  Bryant sat down on the edge of my bed and tested the springs. “That doesn't explain why it was like this during high school.”

  I couldn't believe this bartender was sitting on my bed and touching my stuff. Who did he think he was? “What can I say, I like unicorns.”

  Bryant stood up and took a step towards. “Well I like you.”

  He had me backed up against my mirrored closet door. There wasn't any way to escape. That's if I wanted to escape. The thought of this dirty guy taking me on my pristine bed was thrilling.

  I gulped and squeaked out, “What are you doing?”

  Bryant ignored my question and continued his advance until we were within inches of each other. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

  I didn't want him to kiss me but at the same time I did.

  Bryant slipped his hand behind my back and pulled me into his orbit. There was no turning back now. I closed my eyes and parted my lips. Bryant's mouth met mine and electricity shot through my veins.

  His fingers dug into my back as he pushed deeper into the kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and explored. A wetness appeared between my thighs. I was like putty in his hands. Bryant could do whatever he wanted to me now and I wouldn't be able to protest.

  Bryant pulled away and I was stuck on my tippy toes in a state of bliss. He turned around and walked around my room like he owned the place now.

  “I'm not really for all this unicorn stuff but it's a nice room.”

  It took awhile for me to gather my senses. Who did this guy think he was? He just waltzes in into my house and kisses me like I'm his woman.

  I was about to tell him to go to hell when my mom appeared in the doorway. “There you are, Sarah!” She spotted Bryant. “Oh I see you've two have met.”

  “Yeah we started talking by the bar and he wanted a tour around the house.”

  “Did you show him the guest room down the hall where he'll be staying?”

  “What do you mean?” The servants had a whole separate house where they lived.

  “You have to show your new stepbrother where he's going to be staying for awhile.”

  What the fuck!

  Chapter Four

  My entire body seized in fright. I looked over at Bryant and his expression hadn't changed. He knew what he was doing the entire time. My skin turned a dark shade of red. I'd said some really stupid shit to him. I even said that his father was a male trophy with money.

  And the kiss!

  That fucking kiss!

  He knew who I was and still kissed me. I couldn't believe what was happening.

  “Well if you aren't going to show him then I will. Come with me Bryant and I'll get you settled,” my mom said.

  Bryant walked past me with a big smile plastered on his face. That son of a bitch. He manipulated me perfectly.

  They left me alone and I collapsed onto my bed out of embarrassment. My lungs strained for air. The kiss kept cycling through my head. I'd never been kissed like that in my entire life. Something had awakened within me.

  But it was wrong. So fucking wrong. A forbidden taboo that we could never cross.

  And now I'd have to be around him for the next few days while our parents got married.

  My mom popped her head back in. “Oh by the way, Sarah, Irving will be by tonight for dinner so I want us to all be there as a family.

  A family. It made me want to puke.

  There was no way I could say no. There wasn't a reasonable excuse. And my mom left without waiting for an answer.

  –

  I had spent most of the day in my room, playing with my makeup and trying to find something to wear for dinner that night. I kept going back and forth between trying to impress Bryant and trying to dissuade him from every seeing me in a sexual way again.

  He's wasn't my real stepbrother yet. We weren't related so it wasn't wrong.

  But he will be in a few days. Was it wrong if I wanted to pursue this if it couldn't last?

  If that kiss was any indicator, I'd be in for a wild ride.

  I didn't get a chance to make a final decision when the bell rang for dinner. I was wearing my short black dress that was off-the-shoulder. It showed off an ample amount of cleavage. Bryant wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me.

  I imagined him touching my bare thigh during dinner, traveling upwards until he found out I wasn't wearing any panties. I'd try to keep cool while his fingers explored my pussy, slipping them into my tight hole.

  My mom called me from downstairs.

  I was wearing a thong and the thought of taking it off was just too crazy.

  I arrived downstairs to find everyone already sitting down at the impossibly long table. It was straight out of a movie where the only way you could talk to someone on the other end was with a telephone.

  My mom sat at one end and Irving on the other. He stood up when I arrived and gave me a hug. Irving was a pretty decent looking guy. He was tall, well built, and dressed in expensive clothes. All the things my mom required in a husband. It didn't matter if his personality was boring as hell. Or the fact that he was always picking his teeth with a toothpick.

  “It's good to see you, Sarah. How's school going?” Irving said.

  “It's going good.” I walked past him and took my seat across from Bryant. The table was so big that there could be
an ocean between us. I tried not to make eye contact with him.

  A butler took a white napkin and placed it neatly in my lap. I thanked him and then a horde of servants arrived with silver platters with those shiny covers on top. Each one of us got our own platter set down in front of us. The covers were taken off and revealed the most delectable sights.

  Hugh arrived with his arms clasped behind his back. “Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight for you we have a duck confit, rice pilaf, and a vegetable medley.” He bowed. “Please enjoy.”

  My mother thanked him and Hugh exited the dining room. “Before we eat, I'd just like to say a couple things.”

  I almost put a forkful of duck into my mouth before I was stopped. My stomach grumbled as I set the food down and waited as patiently as I could.

  My mom continued, “I know we haven't really been able to spend much time as a family yet but I hope that after Irving and I are married, that will change. I want all of us to be happy.” She reached out her hand to meet Irving's but he sat all the way on the other end of the table. They just pretended to hold hands.

  “Let's dig in and enjoy this meal cooked by Hugh,” Irving announced.

  I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence before I put that duck back in my mouth. My eyes popped open and a moan escaped my lips. The flavors were intense and inviting. I'd never had duck like this before. I took another bite with rice and whatever sauce Hugh had prepared for it. I wanted to lick the entire plate.

  I looked up and accidentally caught Bryant's eyes. He had the dumbest smirk on his face as he watched me eat.

  I just ignored him and proceeded to clean my plate. I wasn't going to leave anything behind.

  “Did you get a chance to talk with Sarah today, Bryant,” Irving asked his son.

  I did my best not to look up at Bryant. I knew he'd be staring at me while he replied.

  “Yeah we spent most of the day together. She gave me a tour of the place.”

  “And how's the job going?”

  “Better than ever. I think I have a lot of room to grow there.”

  I found myself looking up and watching Bryant talk with Irving. I wasn't even listening to anything they were saying. His smile was contagious and so was his laughter. I stared at those lips of his and remembered the kiss.

  I wanted him to kiss me again.

  “Sarah, have you been fitted for your dress for the wedding?”

  I barely recognized my name was said and snapped out of my daydream. I turned to face my mom. “I'll have it done tomorrow.”

  “Just make sure it gets done. We don't want you wearing what you normally wear to the ceremony.”

  I knew that was a cheap shot at the way I dressed. She always wanted me to be as formal as her. She wanted me to be a younger version of herself.

  “Can I be excused?” I asked. I stood up before hearing an answer. I needed to leave before she pestered me more about the wedding.

  I caught Bryant checking me out as I left. It felt good to be desired.

  Even if it was by your future stepbrother.

  Chapter Five

  The next day, I had the tailor come to my room and fit me with the dress for the wedding. Crawley was a stuffy old fellow with big coke-bottle glasses. It was a wonder he could even see what he was measuring.

  He used his white measuring tape and wrapped it around my waist and then my bust. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose while he wrote down some notes.

  “Will you try on the dress now?” he asked in a croaked voice.

  I went behind a changing shade and put on the teal-colored bridesmaid dress. It looked as hideous on me as it did off me.

  I stood in front of the mirror and tried to find a good angle of me but there wasn't any. The dress had big puffy shoulders that looked straight out of the 80's. It almost showed no cleavage too. My mom had really succeeded if she didn't want to be outshined by her bridesmaids.

  The tailor walked around me, investigating every inch of the dress. “I can take it in in a few places.”

  “I doubt it's going to matter. Nothing will make this teal monstrosity look better.”

  The tailor ignored me as he continued to work.

  A knock at the door behind me made me spin around.

  Bryant stood there leaning against the door frame. “Dress looks good.”

  There was no reason to get embarrassed. Bryant was going to see me in the dress at the wedding anyways. “Very funny, Bryant.” I turned back around and faced the mirror. I tried my best to flatten down the big shoulders but it wasn't going to work.

  Bryant came up behind me and I could see him in the mirror. “It gives you a look from another time. It's kind of a turn on if you ask me.”

  The last thing I wanted to do was turn on my stepbrother.

  Or did I?

  The more I thought about him the more I wasn't able to neglect my feelings. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I succumbed to the aching desire.

  “I don't remember asking for your opinion,” I said.

  Bryant put his hands up in surrender. “Sorry about that.” He walked away to the door. “I'll be by the bar if you get lonely.” And then he was gone.

  My face had turned a dark shade of red. Bryant was insane if he thought I would just come running into his arms.

  But that's exactly what I wanted. I needed his rough hands holding me down as he took me hard.

  The thought of meeting him in the forest excited me. Why should I deny myself any further?

  I undressed and the tailor took it to began his work. I went to my closet and took a short black skirt and tight white shirt. It was the one that always made my boobs look twice the size. They didn't need the enhancement since they were already bigger than a handful. But it could never hurt.

  I touched up my makeup and combed my hair. Bryant was going to get the surprise of his lifetime when he got a look at me.

  My mom stopped me at the base of the stairs. “I could really use your help with the seating arrangement, Sarah.”

  I looked towards the backyard in the direction where Bryant would be. “Are you sure it can't wait.”

  My mom put her hands on her hips. “Sarah, the wedding is in two days. Don't you think the seating chart needs to be finished?”

  There was no way to argue with her. At least not in a way that would end in me winning.

  I followed her to her office that she rarely used and sat down in front of her desk. My mom pulled back the heavy burgundy curtains to let some light in.

  “What are you wearing?” my mom asked.

  I looked down at my outfit. “What do you mean?”