Wanted (B&S)

by Kimberly Knight

  Me: Fine, but we better be quick. I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of your parents.

  Brandon: That won’t be a problem. Actually, unbutton your jeans.

  Me: What???

  Brandon: Please?

  Me: Are you serious? Your brother is right there!

  Brandon: Then you will need to be very quiet. :)

  I glanced up at Blake who had music blaring from his ear buds and was currently playing around with his phone. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to do this with Brandon’s family only a few feet away––in the same car. I set my phone down on the grey bench seat next to me and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

  I pulled the large jersey down to completely cover my opened jeans and slouched down a little, spreading my legs apart as I rested my head on the back of the seat. Brandon slid down enough so his head was resting on my shoulder as he ran his left hand under the jersey. His fingers grazed the edge of my panties and he quickly slipped his hand in, running a finger down the slick center of my folds and back up, stopping at my clit.

  His thumb drew circles over the nub, making my toes curl in my UGGS as the pleasure began to build. He slipped two fingers inside, my hands forming fists as I tried not to move or make a sound as he drew his fingers in and out and his thumb continued to work my clit. I closed my eyes for a second, but quickly shot them back open, thinking what we were doing would be obvious for some reason. We drove through the Texas country as I rode Brandon’s finger, looking out the window and trying to appear as normal as possible.

  I fought the urge to moan, to groan, to even make a peep as my juices drenched his fingers. I could barely stand the pleasure running through me as I felt my body heat and spasm around his fingers, trying to resist the urge to jerk and convulse from the orgasm running through me. A small moan escaped my lips, but I quickly turned it into a cough to cover up the sound that I couldn’t control.

  Brandon removed his fingers, his head still on my shoulder as he stuck them in his mouth and licked all of me off his long fingers.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  We arrived at Brandon’s parents' house a little after seven that night. Their house was on the outskirts of Houston and from what Brandon told me, on an acre of land. The main house had a sunken living room with an eight person beige sectional off to the left when you entered from the garage.

  A Christmas tree sat in the corner and was decorated with white lights and multicolored ornaments with a bright glowing star on the top. The tree was surrounded with many wrapped presents and garlands were strung along the mantel of the fireplace with five stockings dangling down the front. Each stocking had an initial on it: R, A, B, B, and S.

  Just past the living room was an open dining room with a huge chandelier hanging from the high ceiling with long strands of crystals hovering above the dining room table. Brandon led me out the side doors to the backyard that was to the left of the dining room.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “To our room.”

  “Outside?”

  “To the guest house.”

  “Your parents have a guest house?”

  “Yep, told you they wouldn’t hear us,” Brandon said as he leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear.

  We walked down a lit stucco path, past a full size tennis court and to a little house adjacent to the courts. Brandon unlocked the door and as we entered the dark house, the scent of vanilla filled my nostrils. The house was a one bedroom, one bath mother-in-law suite that included a tiny updated kitchenette with oak cabinets and a tiny grey granite countertop by a small sitting room. The sitting room décor had a beach feel to it; there was a white cloth loveseat, a small white wood coffee table in front and a twenty-inch TV by a window that overlooked the pool.

  “Wow, this is the guest house?”

  “Yep, they have a lot of friends who come to visit and stay with them, so they decided to build a guest house instead of having people rent a hotel room.”

  “How many rooms are in the main house?”

  “Five. My parents wanted people to have privacy since they live kind of far from any hotels.”

  “That’s cool. Works for your plan, too,” I said, winking at him.

  “Exactly,” Brandon said as he walked over to me, picking me up and laying me down on the queen size bed.

  “Well, not exactly.”

  “Why?” Brandon asked, kissing my neck.

  “Your mom wants me to help with dinner.”

  “I’ll be quick.”

  “Tonight, when we come to bed.”

  “Babe,” Brandon said as he continued to kiss my neck, his hand skimming across my belly under the jersey, “you’re giving me blue balls here!”

  “It’s not my fault,” I said, laughing and pushing at his chest so I could get up.

  Rolling over on his back, he groaned, “I swear to God, Babe, tonight you better hope my parents are heavy sleepers.”

  “You’re silly,” I said, walking out the door and towards the main house.

  I chopped lettuce, shredded cheddar cheese, and diced tomatoes while Aimee browned and seasoned the ground beef for tacos. The boys sat in the living room and watched TV while they waited for dinner to be ready.

  “I think the boys need to make Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow night,” I said to Aimee while chopping the tomatoes.

  “That’s a good idea. We should get them to serve us drinks, too!”

  “Oh, I like that idea. How are we going to get them to do it?”

  “Well, if they don’t, they will starve,” Aimee said, chuckling.

  “Or just order pizza.”

  “Actually––traditionally, Robert and I make a chili from scratch, but this year, I think he and the boys should do it while we relax.”

  “Perfect!”

  *~*~*

  Instead of sitting at the formal dining room table, we gathered around the kitchen table in the breakfast nook while we ate tacos, black beans, Spanish rice and sipped margaritas. Blake still seemed to be in shock from what happened with Angelica earlier in the day. After we ate, Blake excused himself, said he was tired and was going to bed. It was amazing he had lasted this long. I’m not sure how he made it through the whole day since he said he didn’t sleep last night.

  Brandon and I helped clean up the dishes from dinner and were about to head off to bed when Aimee asked us to stick around and watch a movie with them. Brandon shot me a look with pleading eyes, telling me he wanted to make good on his promise from earlier, but I just shrugged at him as if to say, “What do you want me to do? It’s your mother!” and made my way out into the living room. Robert started a fire and Brandon selected the movie Savages to watch on Pay-Per-View. While we snuggled on one end of the couch, wrapped in a blanket, Robert and Aimee did the same on the other end. While the previews were playing, Brandon grabbed his phone and started clicking on various things.

  “Babe, we have an offer on the condo,” Brandon said, still looking at his phone as I gazed up at him.

  “Really? Already?”

  “Yeah, but the offer is less than what I am asking or willing to accept. “Hey Dad,” Brandon said, turning to Robert. “I put the condo up for one point two million, but these people are offering only a mil.”

  “What did you buy it for again?” Robert asked.

  “Seven hundred.”

  “How much did you put into it after you bought it?”

  “About a hundred thousand.”

  “Well, you’d be making a good profit and I know how badly you want to sell it and move on, Son, but it’s your call.”

  Brandon typed some things on his phone and then set it on the side table next to where he was leaning on the couch. I had no idea how much his condo was worth or how much he was asking for until that moment.

  After the movie, Robert and Aimee said goodnight and headed off to bed. Brandon and I went to the kitchen, grabbed a few bottles of water to put in our small refrigerator for the night, a
nd walked towards what would be our little house during our visit.

  “Want to go swimming?” Brandon asked me.

  “Now?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s cold!”

  “It’s heated.”

  I thought for a few seconds before I answered, “Sure.” It had been a long time since I had actually been swimming. While we were packing for our trip, Brandon told me to pack my swimsuit because his parents had a pool and a hot tub.

  We changed into our swimsuits, me in my simple black bikini and Brandon in his blue and white Hawaiian swim trunks, and made our way out into the cold December night air. My toes started to freeze in my flip-flops as we walked to the pool. Setting my towel on the lounge chair, I slipped off my shoes and Brandon grabbed my hand to lead me to the stairs.

  I dipped my toe in the pool as Brandon started to walk all the way in. “Brr, it’s kind of cold.”

  “No, it’s warm, trust me.” He watched me with a smirk on his face as I slowly stepped further into the pool. It was heated, but it wasn’t as warm as a hot tub. “Come on, don’t be such a wuss. It’s not bad once you get in,” he said as he beckoned to me.

  I sighed and went for it, going all the way in so the water covered my shoulders. Once I was all the way in, Brandon was right––the water was warm––warmer than the cold winter air causing light steam to rise from the illuminated blue water around us.

  “See, it’s not that bad,” Brandon said, closing the distance between us.

  “Yeah, you’re right.” Brandon took my hand and led me out to the five-foot deep center of the pool. I kicked my legs, trying to stay afloat as Brandon spun around, pulling me to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he wrapped his arms around my back, holding me above the water.

  I tilted my head back, gazing at the stars. It was rare to see stars back home in San Francisco at night. Usually the fog rolled in and you only saw a few stars here and there or not at all. “Think we will see a shooting star?” I asked, still gazing at the sky above.

  “Maybe,” Brandon said, tilting his head up as well. “What would you wish for?”

  I brought my eyes back to his, our faces at the same level. “I have everything I need already; I don’t need to make a wish.”

  Brandon stared at me for a moment and then leaned forward, kissing me. I felt him start to harden between my legs and I deepened the kiss more, urging him on. Over the course of the day, I recognized the look of hunger in Brandon’s eyes and now that we were finally alone, I wanted to satisfy him.

  Not breaking our kiss, I released my hand from around his neck, running it down his hard chest, down his washboard abs, slipping it inside the top of his shorts.

  “Babe,” Brandon said, biting my lower lip in between kisses.

  “Huh?”

  Pulling away from me, he returned his eyes to mine, his eyes burning with desire. “You know I’ve been worked up all day… don’t tease me.”

  “Who said I was teasing you?”

  “We can’t have sex in the pool.”

  I knew what Brandon really meant: we couldn’t have sex without a condom. “I know, but I can play with your cock.”

  “I don’t know how long I will be able to last if you do that, though.”

  “Well, let’s see,” I said, grinning at him.

  He looked at me again without saying a word, like he was trying to read my thoughts or maybe reconsider his condom rule. After a few seconds more, Brandon leaned down and started kissing my neck. Taking that as the green light to get in his pants, I removed my hand from around his neck with his arms still wrapped around my back.

  As he continued to hold me up, I reached down to untie his shorts. I loosened the top and slipped my hand inside, wrapping my hand around his shaft. My hand froze as I noticed a dark figure moving in the shadows.

  “What’s wrong?” Brandon asked.

  “I think I saw something,” I whispered.

  “Where?”

  “Over…”

  Just then Blake emerged from the dark shadows near the garage with a girl in tow. The girl wasn’t Angelica. She had medium length, dark brown hair like Angelica, but was Caucasian and actually much prettier in my eyes.

  “Don’t mind us, Bro,” Blake said as they made their way past the pool, walking towards the house. The girl looked a little embarrassed, trying to hide her face with her hair. What did she have to be embarrassed of? I was the one caught with my hand on Brandon’s cock as people walked by.

  “Another girl already?” I asked Brandon after they disappeared into the house.

  “That’s my brother for you. He’s always had a line of girls, just waiting for his call.”

  “So he has never been single?”

  “Not that I know of. I’ve always seen him with a girl and never the same girl except in high school. He dated the same girl his sophomore year until they graduated.”

  “What happened?”

  “You really want to talk about my brother with your hand on my dick?” Brandon asked as he chuckled.

  “Oh––no, I don’t,” I said, laughing with him.

  “Good,” he said, taking my lips again.

  My hand still in his shorts, I pumped my hand slowly around his length, the water allowing my hand to glide easily up and down. Brandon slipped his hand inside the back of my bikini bottom, cupping my right butt cheek. I felt his fingers graze the crack of my ass, making me squeeze my cheeks together.

  “What?” Brandon asked.

  “Not my butt.”

  “Babe, I wasn’t going to,” he said, laughing at me.

  “Oh––well, carry on then.”

  My hand continued pumping slowly up and down over Brandon’s smooth hard shaft. At the same time, his hand moved further inside my bikini bottoms as he ran a finger along my pussy. Our tongues continued to slide around each other, causing the need for him inside me to strengthen as my hand started to pump faster.

  “Babe, we need to go inside now before I come in the pool and have to explain to my parents tomorrow why I need to drain the whole pool.”

  “Okay,” I panted.

  Brandon moved over to the steps of the pool with me still wrapped around his waist.

  “No…,” Brandon groaned when I began to unwrap my legs. He held me tight against his body as he walked up the stairs and to the house, still kissing me with need. He laid me down on the edge of the bed and walked over to our bags, grabbing a condom as I stripped off my bikini completely.

  “Babe, I’m sorry, this is going to be fast,” he said, rolling on the condom after he stripped himself of his shorts. “Roll over onto your knees.”

  I eagerly complied and with one thrust, Brandon’s thick cock filled me, stretching me wide as he slowly moved in and out and then began to quicken his pace. My hands clenched the light blue comforter, my back arching as he filled me completely. Brandon reached around, caressing my breast and bringing the long overdue orgasm to the brink of exploding around me.

  His other hand slipped between my folds, tipping my orgasm fully over the edge. I moaned as the pleasure pulsed through me and I tightened around him, loving the way he worked his body just right with mine. His pace slowed as he groaned at his own release.

  We laid there panting for a few minutes before getting up, then Brandon lead me to the shower. After we washed away the long day, we crawled into bed and drifted off, snuggled side by side.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Christmas Eve morning at breakfast, Blake and his friend, Stacey, ate with us. From what I gathered, Robert and Aimee knew Stacey as she and Blake had been dating off and on for several years; however, Blake seemed to always screw things up with her somehow. She seemed like a very sweet girl and after chatting with her, I found out that she was also my age of twenty-eight and an aspiring actress.

  After breakfast, the men went to the store to get all the fixings for the chili they agreed to make for our Christmas Eve dinner. Aimee invited Stacey to hang out with us
for the day and stay for dinner as well. Stacey was extremely happy and left to go home and get her swimsuit and a change of clothes so she could lay out by the pool with Aimee and me.

  “I get the impression you really like Stacey?” I asked Aimee, spreading my pink hibiscus beach towel over the lounge chair by the pool.

  “I do, but each time Blake screws things up, my heart breaks for that girl.”

  “What does he do and why does she keep coming back?”

  “He won’t go in to detail with me, but from what I gather, she doesn’t like his drinking.”

  “Oh, he drinks a lot?” I asked, squirting sunscreen in my hand.

  “It’s gotten worse since he became a bartender. Has Brandon told you why he moved back in?”

  “Not really...he mentioned that Blake liked to party a lot and wasn’t very good at saving his money.”

  “That’s part of it,” Aimee said, covering her legs with tanning lotion. “He was arrested for a DUI back in August, so Robert and I had to bail him out of jail and pay for all his court fees since he doesn’t manage his money well, like Brandon mentioned to you. For years, I prayed that he would grow up, get a real job and make something of himself like Brandon has, but he hasn’t, yet. Robert and I made a deal with him: we would take care of the DUI if he would move back in, go to school and start being an adult.”

  “Wow.”

  “So, obviously he agreed and I think he is doing better. He is taking classes online for business management and working as a bartender at night. Since he moved back in with us, he’s really cut down on the drinking, and he just started driving again. We were driving him to and from work…another part of the deal.”

  I couldn’t believe what Aimee was telling me. Blake was almost two years older than me; I couldn’t imagine being under the rules of my parents again.

  “So he was with Stacey before his DUI?”

  “He has been dating her off and on for…a long time. I think the DUI was the icing on the cake…well, I thought so, but his bringing her back here today has led me to believe he sweet talked her again.”

  “She seems nice,” I said, leaning my head back and enjoying the Texas sun.