“I know I’ve said it before, but I will cause him some serious pain if he hurts you, Em. But he is different with you than with anyone I’ve seen him with before. He really seems to like you. You might want to give him the benefit of the doubt.” I raise my eyebrow at her in question. “I’m serious. I know my brother, and he is different.”
Our conversation doesn’t make me feel any more relaxed about the situation with Ruben, and it doesn’t help that I can still feel him touching and kissing me. My skin is still sensitive from his touch and my lips still swollen from his kiss. I let the aroma of my raspberry shampoo soothe me as the warm water washes the chlorine from my skin. Just thinking back to our kiss earlier has my whole body humming for him. I’m suddenly having thoughts like, I wish he was here with me now, and I want his hands on me again. What the fuck? I don’t think things like that. I run my hands over my body, soothing my skin with my moisturising coconut shower gel and notice how hot my skin is to the touch. If that is from the sun or Ruben, I have no idea. There is still a low thud between my legs, and my nipples are still peaked. For fuck’s sake, get a grip, girl.
I try giving myself a pep talk, but I jump out of my skin when there is a knock at the door. My first thought is that it’s Ruben and he somehow heard my thought about him joining me, but I shake the stupid thought from my head and answer with a yeah.
“Can I come in? I’m dying for a pee,” Connie shouts.
“Yeah.”
She relieves herself while I finish in the shower, wrap myself in a towel and step out of the bath.
“They haven’t come in yet. I bet they’re talking about you out there.”
“Connie, don’t.”
“Sorry, but it’s totally true. I’ve left your dress hanging on the front of the wardrobe. There will be no arguments about you wearing it, thank you very much,” she states, before beginning to remove her bikini.
I shut the bathroom door behind me and begin to head towards Connie’s bedroom when his voice makes me stop dead. The front door opens and Ruben and Fin come strolling in with all their tanned perfection on display and water droplets still running down their skin. They look like a couple of models after a photo shoot. I watch as Ruben lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his still long hair to get it out of his face. He’s halfway through when he sees me stood gawping at him. The smile he gives me in response would melt the towel right off me if he had the powers. I watch as he leisurely runs his eyes up and down my just about covered body, and I see as the gold within them starts to sparkle again.
When he’s finished, he walks straight up to me and puts his hand on my cheek before leaning in and whispering, “You’re beautiful,” in my ear. He then brushes his lips against mine gently, but doesn’t push for any more.
He leaves me standing there like a statue as he and Fin head upstairs to get ready for our night out. I raise my hand and touch my cheek where he just did. God, I’m sad, I think, when my brain comes back to me.
I rush into Connie’s room in case he comes back down, and the first thing I see is the dress hanging where Connie said it would be.
It’s royal blue and the top half looks just like the top of my swimming costume. It’s halterneck and has cups for my boobs that will not allow me to wear a bra because of how low the front is, and it looks like it also has no back. It’s loose-fitting from there down, which I am grateful for, but it looks shorter than something I would usually wear. I continue to look down and see that there is a pair of silver heeled sandals and a clutch to finish the look off.
Now, I must say the whole look does look lovely. I’m just not sure how lovely it will look on me.
“Fuck it,” I say to myself, before applying some of my favourite coconut moisturiser and pulling on the lace pair of Brazilian knickers I brought with me for tonight. I forgo the matching bra because there is no way I can wear it under the dress. Once I’ve soaked up the moisturiser. I unzip the dress and slide it on. The back is almost as low as the costume. and it has a matching strap across the back like Connie said it did. I’m grateful. because it gives the cups a little more support. I hate feeling like my boobs aren’t contained properly.
I hate to say it. but the dress feels really good. It’s loose and hangs smoothly over my stomach, arse and down low enough to cover what I hate of my legs. I look in Connie’s full length mirror and actually smile at myself. It seems that Ruben is having a good effect on me with all his compliments. I wonder what he’ll think of this dress on me?
I’m shaking that thought from my head when Connie comes in wrapped in a towel and clutching a chilled bottle of Prosecco and two glasses in hand.
“Wow, Em, that looks even better than I thought it would. The colour really suits you, too. It really brings out your eyes.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re not going to argue about wearing it?” she asks incredulously.
“No, I actually really like it. It shows more skin than I’m used to, and I can’t wear a bra but I think it actually looks good.”
Connie comes bounding up to me and throws her arms around me, squeezing tight.
“I’m so proud of you. And Ruben is going to trip over himself when he sees you later.”
Almost an hour later and I’m stood back in front of the mirror, looking at the finished package. Connie spent ages curling my hair and doing my makeup. So, I have soft waves hanging around my shoulders. She wanted to put it up but I refused because I thought it would make me feel even more naked with the open back. I have grey, smoky eyes, and dark lips. I don’t think I have ever looked at myself in a mirror and been actually pleased with what I saw until now. I seriously owe Connie, because somehow she has performed a miracle.
“How did you do this?” I ask her as I turn from side to side, looking at myself.
“I didn’t do anything other than enhance what’s already there, Em. How many times do I have to tell you that you’re beautiful?”
I feel myself tear up a little when I think that I would fit it better with Hannah and her stunning good looks instead of looking like the frumpy fat twin like this. We would have looked great together with our matching eyes and lips, but opposing everything else. Dressed up like this, I can actually see more of her in me as well, instead of just those eyes and lips, and it brings a great deal of comfort to me in that moment that she is still with me, even though she isn’t here in person.
“Are you okay? You look like you are about to burst into tears,” Connie asks, coming to stand behind me, looking concerned
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little overwhelmed.” I turn to look at her and my breath catches a little. “Shit, Con, you look awesome.” She has on a skin tight black cat suit that is cut down to her bellybutton at the front, and completely open at the back. Her blonde and red bob has been straightened and messed up. It looks great with her dark makeup. Suddenly, I feel like I’ve been knocked down a peg or two with how I look again.
“Thanks. Shall we head out, then?” she asks as she gives herself a final squirt of perfume. “I’m starving,” she states as she pulls the door open and heads out to find the boys.
Ruben
Well, that didn’t quite go as I expected. It went a million times fucking better. I’ve decided that when she told me she wasn’t clumsy a couple of weeks ago that she was totally lying. I’ll be forever grateful for her clumsiness though, because it resulted in the most awesome kiss of my life. Now, kissing has never really been my thing. I’d much rather get down to business and have one of us using our mouths for other things, but Emma has just converted me to a kisser. I’ve never really understood when people say that it’s a serious turn on, and how erotic it can be. It’s always been a bit of useless foreplay for me to get the girl where I want her, but no longer - that’s for sure.
I haven’t been able to think about anything else but Emma’s lips since I moved mine away from hers earlier. Fin keeps talking to me, but fuck if I know what he’s going on about. My head, heart and dic
k are still in the Jacuzzi with my hands all over her.
“Stop looking so fucking happy. Yeah, so she kissed you, and it was hot, but it doesn’t mean she’s gonna let you bang her.”
“Shut the fuck up, Fin.”
“Oh, is someone feeling a little frustrated, or was there more going on under the water that we couldn’t see?” he says with a chuckle that makes me want to punch him.
“No, nothing else happened. Not that I would tell you if it did. Emma’s not one of our normal hook ups. She deserves more than how we usually treat women,” I say, thinking of how we often share experiences of the night before. I will not be telling anyone about anything that happens between Emma and me. I might sound like a right pussy saying it, but that is strictly between us. She’s too precious to share. Yep, huge pussy!
“Good God, she has got you wrapped around her little finger, hasn’t she?”
This continues on and off while we get ready for our night out, but I start to ignore his piss taking. I’m well aware of what a U-turn I’ve made with Emma. I know I’ve never felt anything for a girl, and that all I wanted was a quick shag, and now suddenly I have this girl that is turning my world on its axis with how much she is fucking with my head. I hate to admit it, but it’s actually a nice change to be going after something that I want for more than just a night.
We’re both stood in the kitchen with beers waiting for the girls to appear sometime later because, as predicted, they are running late. It took me all of ten minutes, tops, to get dressed and run a little gunk through my hair. I really need to get it cut, it’s starting to piss me off being so long. I’m not in Australia any more; I think it’s time to find myself again.
A pair of clicking heals gets our attention and we both look up to see Connie heading our way, swaying a little with what looks like an empty wine bottle in her hand. Oh, this day could get even better yet!
I need to start trying to ignore what my sister chooses to wear, because it only ever pisses me off. Tonight, she is showing off all her curves, way too much cleavage and back in a skin tight all-in-one thing. I roll my eyes at her and she smirks back at me, knowing exactly what I’m thinking. I’m sure she does it just to torture me.
“Where is she?” I ask, suddenly panicked that she might have done a runner again.
“Just coming. Calm yourself down, Ru,” she laughs, before walking past me.
I keep my eyes trained on Connie’s bedroom door until she appears. The sight of her when she does takes my fucking breath away. God, she’s stunning, and I want her all to myself. Does that make me a greedy bastard? Fuck yeah, but I don’t care. This woman standing here, looking unsure of herself is, mine; she just doesn’t know it yet.
She stops and stares back at me. I don’t know why - I look like a tramp compared to her in my grey trousers and blue shirt that is a couple of shades darker than her dress. Coincidence? Um…no!
“The taxi’s here. Will you two snap out of it? We need to go before I starve to death,” Connie helpfully states from the front door.
Emma goes to move, but in true Emma fashion she trips over her own feet and falls forward. I bolt towards her before I even realise that I’ve moved, and grab her around the waist.
“Shit,” she curses and brushes her hair out of her face.
I hold on to her for a few seconds to make sure she has her balance. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Just a little too much booze on an empty stomach. Sorry for falling on you, again.”
“Fall on me any day,” I offer, as I brush a remaining strand of hair away from her eyes. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Emma. You look absolutely stunning. I think I did a good job picking this dress, don’t you?” I say, looking down at her tits. God, how badly do I just want to take her upstairs for the night and not go out for others to see her?
“Thank you,” she says shyly, “You look good, too. Shall we go?”
“After you,” I say, edging her forward and placing my hand on her naked back, just because I can. After all, I wouldn’t want her falling again, now would I?
The four of us went to a Thai restaurant that Connie chose in Cheltenham. The food was great and it soaked up some of the alcohol we had all consumed earlier in the day, which was a relief. I wasn’t sure how long we would all last after the amount we’d had, combined with all the sun.
Connie then drags us all to a cocktail bar before we eventually end up in a club for some dancing.
This sounded like a great plan to me, because after sitting opposite Emma at the restaurant and then again the cocktail bar, I was more than ready to get a little closer to her in that sexy little dress, but apparently fate had different plans, fucker! We aren’t in the club five minutes before Connie bumps into a group of friends from school. We all start dancing as a group, but it’s not long before the two guys of the group take a shine to both Connie and Emma and concentrate their attention on them. Fin is more than happy to entertain the two females of the group - no surprise there - and I’m left on the sidelines, watching them all enjoy themselves. Even Emma seems relaxed and happy as she dances with this stranger, which surprises me.
I eventually have enough of their jolliness and my patheticness and head over to the bar to drown my sorrows. I shouldn’t be so depressed about not getting close to Emma. I should just man up like I usually would and cut in, but something is stopping me. I’m not sure if I don’t want to come across like I’m jealous, which I am of course, or whether I’m actually enjoying watching her have fun, even if it isn’t with me. Shit, did I just admit I was jealous?
I down a couple of shots of Jack at the bar before I see her heading towards the toilets, alone. I empty the last glass that is sat on the bar in front of me before getting up off the stool and following her out of the main room of the club.
I follow behind her until she in just in front of the disabled toilet. I then step up behind her, grab her around the waist and pull her into the little room. She squeals when I grab her.
“Shhh…it’s Ruben,” I whisper in her ear as the lights flicker on with our entrance.
“Ruben what are you-” I don’t let her finish her question. Instead I show her exactly what I’m doing by backing her up against the wall and crashing my lips down on hers.
I touch my tongue to her lips, ready to convince her to open up for me, but she does instantly and she makes a sexy little noise in the back of her throat when our tongues collide. I lift my hands to hold on to her cheeks and I tilt her head to the side slightly so I can deepen the kiss. I just can’t get enough.
There is no finesse to the kiss. I’m so desperate for her after the state she left me in earlier. I explore every inch of her mouth and I start to run my hands over her sexy curves. When I get to the bottom of her dress, I hitch her leg up around my waist and slowly run my hand up her thigh until I’m palming her arse. I can’t help the noise I make when I discover her high cut lace underwear. I bet they look fucking awesome on her.
It’s not long before her hands start to wander as well. I was worried that I’d ambushed her and she wouldn’t want this, but she is giving as good as she’s getting. She must be having problems dealing with the sparks that flew between us earlier as well. Her hands run down my neck and on to my chest, but she’s obviously unhappy with the fabric that’s covering me, because I feel her start to undo my shirt until she can touch skin.
“Fuck, Emma,” I groan as she runs her hands down over my stomach. I drag my lips from hers and start kissing across her jaw and down her neck. While I kiss and suck the skin on her neck, I grab her other thigh and lift her off the ground. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist. This lines us up perfectly, and I roll my hips, causing my throbbing dick to rub against her pussy. Her head falls back against the wall with a thud. Fuck, she’s so responsive to me. What will she be like when I get her naked? The thought gets me even more fired up, if that’s at all possible. I pin her to the wall with my hips, grab her tits with my hands and begin kiss
ing and nipping the skin gently.
“Jesus, Ruben,” she pants as I suck hard on a bit of skin I’ve just uncovered by pulling her dress to the side slightly.
“I need you so badly,” I say, going back to kissing up her neck. “I need to be inside you. I need to hear you scream my name. But you’re too good for this. We can’t do it here.” Now, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d banged a girl in the toilets of a club, but that sure as hell isn’t happening with Emma. She deserves the works, wine, candles, romantic music - the lot. Not a grimy club toilet. “Come home with me, Em, please.”
It’s like my words are a bucket of cold water thrown over her. Her body stiffens beneath mine and her hands instantly lift off my chest.
“What…what’s wrong?” I’m almost scared to ask.
“Put me down, please,” she states coldly.
I do as she asks and take a step back from her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, she has red marks from my lips all over her neck and chest, and her lipstick is all over the place. She looks fucking hot. She pulls the top of her dress about so it’s covering her properly before smoothing down the skirt. It doesn’t escape my attention that she hasn’t looked at me since I put her down. She has kept her eyes downcast.
“I’m sorry; this can’t happen,” she says in the same cold, distant voice, before she takes off. She flips the lock on the door and practically runs.
I desperately want to chase her, but I’m also aware that I’m stood here, half dressed with a raging hard on that is obvious through my tight trousers, and lipstick covering my face.
I quickly go about sorting myself out so I can go after her and try to find out what the problem is. She was so into it, she was with me all the way. What happened to make her stop so suddenly?
Chapter Nine
Emma
What the fuck have I just done?
What the fuck am I doing?
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