by Caz May
I start pulling my boardies down facing forward towards the open door.
From the hallway, I hear Rox outside the door. She lets out a loud gulp, a whimper of sorts when my boardies drop to the floor.
Her reaction to seeing me naked is an ego boost for sure; not that I need one.
Rox heads back down the hallway and I laugh, kicking the door shut before getting in the shower.
Starting to soap up my body, my thoughts wander to her; the girl I can’t have, Jessie’s girl Teagan. And my dick is instantly hard.
8. Roxanne
Scooting back to my room after seeing Chad naked, I’m cursing myself for looking at him. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I can’t stop thinking about how glorious his body is.
I know for certain now that his dick is not small at all. And I’m no expert on male anatomy, but his dick looked damn good; good enough to eat.
I close my door, and lie down on my bed, listening to him in the shower.
He's singing loudly and he’s good just like I remembered from when we were kids singing karaoke; his voice melodic and has a deep baritone sound to it.
I don’t know what he’s singing, but it makes me feel giddy and stirs up the butterflies in my belly, as well as sending that rush to my nether region.
Striping from my bikini I lower my hand to my crotch, starting to play with myself by flicking a finger over my clit.
Thinking about him naked—seeing him naked—has made me so wet and I can’t help but imagine I’m in the shower with him and making him moan.
The pleasure is intense and I close my eyes, just for a moment.
My moans are loud, I can’t hold them in and I’m about to come when I realise the water has stopped and someone is knocking on my bedroom door.
My hand is still on my crotch and I freeze hearing his voice.
“Rox, you ok in there?” he asks with a tone that suggests he’s smirking.
“Um, yep, good…um…fuck…yep,” I yell out in reply, my traitorous body coming at the same time in a rush.
“Rox?” Chad asks again, sounding more concerned this time, opening my door and stumbling into my bedroom.
He looks at me on the bed, holding back a laugh, but not able to hide his smirk and delectable dimples.
“Seriously Chad, get out!” I scream at him, stumbling to my feet and wrapping the sheet around my naked body; hoping he didn’t see anything.
“Why Rox? Are you naked?” he taunts, taking a few steps further into my room.
“Yes, I'm naked and I'm…um…well, I was um…busy.”
He laughs, deep, before teasing me, “Oh Roxanne, you dirty girl. Were you flicking ya bean?”
Stumbling towards him I blurt out, “No…just get out of my room Chad.”
I feel a blush rise up my cheeks.
“Oh you so were Rox,” he jeers, turning away to walk out.
He lets his towel drop to the floor, giving me a view of his perfectly round arse when he taunts, “And I know you saw my dick, so you're welcome.”
I scoff, picking up his discarded towel and throwing at him.
He grabs it and heads out of my bedroom; wiggling his arse at me.
I flop back down on my bed, sighing and cursing myself for giving into how he makes me feel.
I might as well tattoo, ‘I love Chad Matthews’ on my forehead.
I’m sure he knows how I feel but clearly doesn’t feel the same back.
9. Chad
Thrashing my arms about I wake up with a start, dripping wet from a cold sweat.
For the life of me, I can't fucking remember what the fuck I was dreaming about.
Getting up and stumbling to the door, I’m shocked and annoyed to find Rox standing outside my bedroom door.
“What do you want Rox?” I ask, hoping my tone sounds pissed off because I am.
“Are you ok? You were screaming.”
“Um, yep I'm fine,” I mutter, gulping hard.
She’s standing in front of me, completely dumbstruck, staring at my body and lapping up my half nakedness like a damn puppy. Thankfully I wore grey trackies to bed last night, or she’d be getting the full package view again.
I push her inside my bedroom, sliding her light body against the wall.
Her breath hitches when I pin her against the wall, standing in front of her so she can’t move.
“Did I say anything? You know in my sleep?” I ask feeling panicked, worried that I’d said something about Teagan in my crazy dreams. I’d been known to sleep talk, but it hadn’t happened in years.
My body reacts to thoughts of Teagan crashing into my mind, my dick tenting my trackies so much that I have to jut my arse out so it’s not against Rox’s pelvis.
“Um…yeah…you said….” Rox starts telling me something but I cut her off with a finger against her lips.
“Actually Rox, don't tell me,” I tell her with a chuckle that I’m really not feeling.
I kinda do want to know if I said something, but I don’t know if Rox is playing me, or if she’d tell me the truth. She always made up stories when we were kids, and I pretended to love them, even when I thought they were stupid, fanciful and childish.
Rox huffs and I step back leaving her standing against my bedroom wall.
I walk out of the bedroom, and heading past the bathroom I can hear the running shower, so instead of barging in I head straight to the kitchen and find Teagan there cooking breakfast.
Her hair is up in one of those messy buns on her head, and she’s wearing what is clearly one of Jessie’s t-shirts. It barely covers her arse and fuck it’s a damn turn on.
I step up behind her, moaning into her ear with a salacious whisper, “Mmm…smells delicious. And looks fucking delectable.” My words are a tease, not related to the food, but her and being so close to her delectable body.
She turns around and her aforementioned body is right in my personal space, pressed up against the fatty in my trackies.
Her chest rises, and all I can think about is crashing my lips to hers, but she breaks the moment I’m sure we’re having by speaking, “Yeah, pancakes are my speciality.” She’s waving the spatula in her hand, and smirking at me.
Fuck this chick is gonna kill me.
“Oh, I bet they are,” I purr into her ear.
She huffs at me, putting her hands against my bare abs. And I groan at the contact. It makes my whole body throb, including my dick that wants to take her hard against the kitchen counter.
“So if you don't mind I'd like to get back to cooking them,” she says sweetly and clearly rhetorical but I bite back.
“Oh, I mind, Teagan,” I tease grabbing her arse cheek in my grip when she turns back around.
She giggles, but slaps my hand away when Jessie walks in.
He gives me dagger eyes, and if looks could kill I’d probably be a dead man.
“Morning Chadster,” he says with an odd almost angry tone in his voice.
I step away from Teagan to greet my best mate. “Morning Jessie,” I spit, stupidly pissed off for his appearance in the kitchen.
Jessie walks past me when I bend down to get the milk out of the fridge for a coffee.
He seethes in my ear, “I'll cut ya fucking hand off if you touch her again.”
I turn to face him, getting all up in his face when I sneer, “Yeah right Jessman. You'd never hurt me, brother. Don't you faint at the sight of blood?”
Teagan’s eyes are like saucers, watching us both, whilst holding up a plate of pancakes.
She’s clearly enjoying this verbal spat between Jessie and me.
“No, that’s you Chad, you always were a wuss.”
I don’t reply, just watch—and try not to chunder— when Jessie kisses Teagan softly on the lips. My stomach turns when he purrs to her, “Good morning baby.”
Jealousy hits me hard in the chest and I curse myself for the feelings I shouldn’t be having. I’m jealous as hell and turned on.
The only thing I can d
o is head to the shower and wank thinking of her being mine and not Jessie’s girl.
10. Roxanne
Sitting on the couch, watching a movie with Jessie and Teagan I’m bored as. The movie is beyond lame, some stupid thriller, with a weird romance plot underneath it all. I don't really want to go to my room, so instead, I get up heading to the kitchen with a skip to make popcorn.
Grabbing out the popping corn and a pot I laugh to myself when I get out the butter, thinking about making popcorn when I was younger. Chad always made it, slathering it in enough butter to give you a heart attack.
Speaking of the devil himself he saunters into the kitchen, coming up behind me when I shake the hot pan.
“Hey Rox,” he greets me happily, stepping closer and teasing me, “Mmm, Rox are you trying to butter me up.”
His tone is husky, and I swear I hear him gulp. I turn towards him, taking in a deep breath to make sure I don’t stay something stupid.
“No, I’m just making popcorn.”
He chuckles, deep, making his chest that is way to close to mine vibrate and I have to take in a deep breath, to not hyperventilate.
“I can see that, Rox. Something up with you?” he asks, giving me a smirk, but his eyes show concern.
“No, nothing, I’m fine,” I stammer, trying to sound calm.
Again he laughs, taking a step back, thankfully.
“So you're putting extra butter on the popcorn for another guy?” he taunts, poking me in the chest, under my boobs.
“Um…no I like extra butter.”
“Right sure you do Rox. Or you're making it how I used to make it when we were kids?”
I start to walk away, not able to meet his eyes that are staring at me oddly.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” I snap handing him the bowl full of popcorn when we head back to the lounge room.
Teagan and Jessie are on one of the two-seater couches snuggled together under the throw rug.
I don’t even want to know what their hands are doing underneath the throw where I can’t see them.
Chad plonks himself down on the other couch, laughing at me when I sit on the floor, putting the popcorn on the coffee table.
“Rox, I don't bite, I promise. Get ya butt up here,” he jeers, his signature smirk plastered on his face.
I don’t know whether to trust him. His teasing lately has been full-on, and I don’t know how he’s feeling about me.
Shrugging, I stand up and sit on the couch on the other side, away from Chad. He chuckles and pulls me closer, putting my feet in his lap. My eyes dart towards his crotch and I can see why he wanted me closer. His eyes are focused on Teagan and Jessie watching the movie. They’re giving each other sweet kisses and it’s clear that Chad isn’t watching the movie. Chad's dick is hard.
My mind wanders to whether I could make it hard, but I’m sure that’s probably just wishful thinking. He’s seen me practically naked and his dick stayed flaccid.
I shove popcorn into my mouth to try and not laugh at the fact that he’s getting turned on by watching my brother kissing his girlfriend.
Suddenly I feel Chad’s dick throb against the balls of my feet and I choke on the popcorn I just shoved into my mouth.
Chad’s attention turns to me, and he asks, “You ok Rox?”
“Yep…popcorn went down the wrong way,” I reply, gasping and jumping off the couch to run and get a glass of water.
11. Chad
Following Rox into the kitchen, she jumps back from the fridge, nearly dropping the bottle of water she’s holding on the floor.
“Fuck Chad,” she curses, “you scared the bejesus out of me.”
She unscrews the lid and takes a big gulp of the water. A drop lingers on her lip, and she licks it. I must admit it’s kinda hot.
“Sorry, Rox. I didn’t mean to scare you, but I had to get out of there.”
Her eyes light up. “Huh? Why?” she replies with a laugh.
“Watching them kissing makes me feel like chundering but also well…you know,” I say nodding towards my crotch.
Again she laughs and replies, “Oh, I know Chad. I felt it and I…”
She gulps down some more water, practically moaning when she swallows it.
“And what Rox?” I ask confused.
She finishes gulping down her water and shaking her head she mutters, “Oh nothing…forget about it. I'm going to bed.”
I know I shouldn’t ask what I’m about to, but I’m not tired and don’t really want to spend another moment watching Jessie and Teagan together. I’d not be able to keep my dinner down or my dick down either.
“Want some company?”
“Um…no,” Rox snaps back, blushing.
“You have a tv in your room, don't you?” I ask.
She doesn’t give me an answer, just throws her water bottle in the recycling bin and starts to walk away.
“Maybe we could watch a movie together instead?” I ask her again.
“What? Like old times?”
“Yeah, come on Rox…I miss those moments.”
She huffs at me, folding her arms across her chest.
“Fine…but no funny business…and you can’t get under the covers with me.”
“Deal,” I agree, following her to her bedroom and plonking myself down on her double bed; flicking on the tv.
She doesn’t get into bed, instead trudges into her walk-in wardrobe, calling out to me, “Choose a movie, I'm just going to put some PJ’s on.”
Opening Netflix I scroll through the new movies, choosing a thriller.
Rox comes out of the wardrobe in a nightie that dips at her cleavage and is high on her thigh.
It’s pretty damn sexy looking and I wonder if she’s after more than just watching a movie, in bed, with an old friend.
“Damn Rox…you trying to impress me?”
“No,” she says defensively, stepping closer to her bed, “I love this nightie. It's comfy.”
I shake my head, trying to clear my head of thoughts about what she might have underneath.
I’m not attracted to Rox—at least I think I’m not—but she’s got a damn good body and I’m a guy. Nothing more needs to be said, but I find myself asking, “Right, and are you wearing undies under it? A bra?
“No…just a g-string,” she replies, climbing onto the bed; pulling back the covers
She's about to get under the covers when I slap her arse, lifting the nightie up to check out her arse. And damn, I’ve gotta admit Rox has a ripper arse; pert and smooth.
“Chad...don't,” Rox protests through giggles.
“Sorry was just checking that you weren't fibbing,” I reply with a smirk when she sits down and pulls the covers up over her body.
I don’t dare look at her tits, as I’m sure they’re probably standing to attention and the thought of turning her on admittedly gets me a little excited myself.
“Just put the movie on,” she tells me, not daring to look at me, her eyes focusing only on the TV.
“Fine but can I get comfy first?”
“Um yeah, I guess…depends I guess,” she mutters, looking at me out of the corner of her eyes.
I don't reply, just stand up and yank off my jeans and t-shirt, leaving only my boxers on.
Getting back onto the bed I press play and Roxy snuggles against me, resting her head on my shoulder.
I whisper in her ear, “See just like old times.”
She mutters an, ‘mmm’ in response, blushing.
I can’t concentrate on the movie, my mind wandering to Teagan and Jessie in the next room, and for a moment I wish it was me with Teagan, pashing on the couch.
But what scares me the most is that for a moment I wish that I could have that with Rox, because it’s clear she wants that with me. But she's not my girl. Neither of them are. And neither of them can be. Jessie would kill me either way, and no girl is worth getting my arse kicked for.
12. Roxanne
Rolling over in bed wakin
g up the next day, I’m both shocked and relieved to find myself alone; except for Bruno at my feet. He’d obviously come in sometime during the night.