Brother’s Best Friend

by Kaylee, Katy

“Thank you for the coffee and the compliment. I work really hard to keep my appearance up, especially at nine in the morning in my kitchen at home. Where is everyone?”

  Amber just giggled. “Mom and Dad are at a luncheon and Jordan is still passed out upstairs. He let me know after last night he would be half dead all day. I’m pretty sure I heard him fall into something when he got home. When I went into his room, his dresser was lopsided and he was sleeping, still wearing his shoes.”

  Logan shook his head. “I swear, the guy parties more now than when he was in college. He is out every night with a different girl, and just gives zero fucks about anything else. Well, with the exception of his family. In college he really was a lot tamer. Except the first year. The first year was insane and I’m pretty sure he used his charm three times to get out of a trip to the Dean’s office. And then he wondered what happened when he got his grades and they were all terrible. It seriously was a shock to him, like they were supposed to be phenomenal all on their own.”

  Amber laughed. “Then Dad threatened to take him out of the will if he didn’t straighten up. That knocked some sense into him really fast. I think he had his grades up by the next vacation. He was all proud, showing Dad and everyone how good he was in his classes.”

  Logan lifted an eyebrow. “Wasn’t one of his electives basket weaving?”

  Amber shook her finger at Logan. “Yes, and we all received woven gifts for Christmas that year. It was terrible.”

  Logan nodded. “Yeah, especially since he didn’t make baskets. He made shit like woven t-shirts, a blanket for your mom which was really comfortable, made out of straw, and he tried to make me a glove but I kindly pointed out I didn’t have six fingers.”

  Amber gaffed, her eyes watering from laughing so much. “Oh man, that was the best.”

  They both grew quiet, thinking about that Christmas and how simple things used to be. Logan took in a deep breath, trying not to allow either one of them to complicate whatever was going on between them, at least not yet.

  Amber reached down into the drawer. “In fact, this is the pot holder he tried to use. You can see the fire marks on it.”

  Logan snorted as he took a sip of his coffee, looking around nonchalantly. “So, all alone in the kitchen, huh?”

  Amber bit her lip and watched as he took a long stride toward her. He reached out and took her coffee from her hand, smelling the sweet scent of her perfume. It made him a little weak in the knees, a feeling that he had never experienced before. She was absolutely gorgeous.

  Logan set the cup down and put his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  “Great,” she answered with a mischievous glisten in her eyes.

  Logan bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back, but there was just no way that he could. He grabbed her with his other hand and turned her around. He lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen island, spreading her legs. As he moved in, he slid her forward, pushing his hard cock against her crotch. She leaned up to his ear and let out a light moan.

  Logan took in a deep breath, wanting to rip her clothes off right there and bend her over the counter. “Last night was incredible. In fact, it was probably the best time I’ve had in forever. I dreamt about your body and the ways you moved against me. Only, I was disappointed when I woke up and you weren’t there to ravage.”

  “I felt clumsy and bumbley when you weren’t showing me exactly what to do,” she said with a blush.

  Logan lifted her chin. “Are you kidding me? You were incredible. Seriously, fucking sexy as hell and obviously amazing because we came at the same time. However, if you feel that self-conscious about it, I have a list of things in my mind I would love to teach you.”

  Amber grinned and bit her bottom lip, driving Logan mad. She pulled him toward her. “Oh yeah? I think I am going to hold that as a challenge, sir. How many hot things can you teach me in just one night?”

  Logan lifted his fingers and pretended to count. “That’s at least nine hours of me and you rolling around in a bed, or sand, or wherever we choose. I am pretty sure by the end of it you will be a pro.”

  Amber grimaced slightly. “And unable to walk straight. At the same time, I don’t think I would tell you no a single time.”

  Logan pulled her closer to him. “Oh yeah? I like that.”

  They both smiled as they went in for a kiss, their lips pressing hard against one another. Logan ran his hands down her sides and rubbed his cock against her as she wrapped her legs tightly around his body. He could taste the coffee still on her lips, and smell the sweet strawberry of her shampoo. Things started to heat up quickly, and before they knew it, they were in a full make out session, tugging on each other’s clothes.

  Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from upstairs and Logan pulled away, kissing Amber’s pouting lip. He jumped around, trying to shake himself up, his boner nowhere near being able to hide at that point. Amber hopped down from the counter and laughed, watching him as she pulled out a knife and began slicing an apple.

  After a couple of moments of him focusing on anything but her, which was incredibly difficult, he was able to stand comfortably. That was the exact moment that Jordan came shuffling around the corner, banging his knee on the cabinet. Amber and Logan, standing on opposite sides of the kitchen, both laughed, walking over to get him a cup of coffee.

  Amber blushed and pulled her hand back as she touched Logan’s, both of them reaching for the pot. Logan smiled and poured Jordan a cup, sliding it across to him. Jordan took the mug in his hands and breathed in deeply. “You, sir, are my hero.”

  Logan glanced at Amber and leaned against the counter. “So, you were out late last night again, huh?”

  Jordan nodded as he swallowed. “Mhmm. I went to your room to see if you wanted to go with me, but you weren’t there.”

  Logan cleared his throat. “Yeah, I uh, I went and got something to eat and then walked on the beach.”

  Jordan lifted an eyebrow. “On your own? You had a nice romantic date with yourself? I swear, dude, you are going to end up joining the priesthood if you aren’t careful.”

  Logan forced out a laugh. “Hey, you know me, I enjoy being alone. It wasn’t as lonely as you would think.”

  Logan turned, grabbing a piece of apple from Amber’s plate and sending her a secret wink. She had to turn around in order for Jordan not to notice her completely beside herself with him. Logan kind of liked how secretive it all was. He liked the fact that he could have a secret code with her that no one else knew. Even more than that, he liked the idea of fucking her again, and soon.

  He leaned against the counter as Jordan went on about the chick he met the night before. He pulled out his phone and sent Amber a text. “Eventually, I’m going to fuck you on this kitchen island.”

  6

  Amber

  Amber laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had been up, seen Logan in passing, and gone to clear her mind in her room. She couldn’t ever remember a time when she had been so out of it, unable to focus. Her mother noticed it, her brother noticed it, and she knew it wouldn’t be long until they started asking questions. Still, her mind wasn’t focused on them; it was pinpointed on Logan. She still couldn’t believe that she and he had slept together. It wasn’t anything that she had expected, and she had even been slightly disappointed when he apologized for hitting on her.

  That night kept playing over and over again in her head. There were so many perfect moments that she couldn’t help but lay and daydream. His arms around her were amazingly comforting, the way his lips moved across her skin, the way he grabbed onto her in ecstasy. It was all very surreal, but she didn’t want it to end. She had woken up the next day and was happy to find herself on the kitchen counter, her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her only regret was that they weren’t able to finish what they had started.

  Her virginity had never been very much on her mind. Of course, she didn’t ever think about randomly jumping into
bed with anyone, but she had been so focused on other things it never had become an issue. For her best friend, it was something that was almost a daily discussion, and continued to be even after she lost it, but for Amber it wasn’t the same. It only became a reality once she no longer had it to hold onto. It wasn’t a negative thing, though, not in Amber’s mind. She found the fact that she had lost it to Logan and then nearly had sex the next morning in the middle of the kitchen absolutely amazing.

  Still, laying there in her bed, she was almost driving herself crazy thinking about it over and over. She needed to get it out, to shout it, but she couldn’t, that wasn’t something you brought up at a family dinner. Amber groaned and grabbed her pillow, throwing it over her head. She knew there was so much more going on in her life at that moment, but none of it seemed to matter a bit compared to the butterflies she got every time she thought about his lips pressed to hers or his hands all over her body.

  Finally, after torturing herself for several moments, she tossed the pillow away, sitting up and grabbing her phone. She wasn’t going to sit there any longer in her own misery. She flipped through the numbers and dialed Taylor’s phone. It rang a couple of times before she answered.

  “Taylor!” Amber said with little control over her tone of voice.

  “Uh oh, I don’t know if you’re excited or I’m in trouble…”

  Amber smiled. “Not in trouble, and I guess I’m excited. Either way, I need to talk. Meet me for lunch?”

  Taylor yawned. “Hell yeah. I’m starving. The deli on fourth in thirty?”

  Amber stood up and looked around. “Yep, just gotta find some clean clothes.”

  Taylor went silent for a moment. “There must be something seriously up if you are calling to make plans and not already ten steps ahead. Make it twenty minutes, but I’m not gonna look pretty.”

  “Me neither, but we don’t need pretty for this,” Amber said with finality.

  She hung up the phone and grabbed a pair of yoga pants from the drawer and a loose tank top. She slipped a pair of flip flops on her feet, pulled her hair back in a messy bun, and she was out the door. When she arrived, Taylor was already standing out front, looking like she was still wearing pajamas. Amber got out of the car and laughed. “Nice bunny pants.”

  Taylor shrugged. “You said pretty wasn’t necessary.”

  Amber put her arm through Taylor’s and led her into the deli. “It’s not. Let’s order, then we can talk.”

  The girls both ordered their favorite; pastrami on rye with a side of thousand island dressing and house made chips. It wasn’t often that Amber splurged on not-so-great-for-you food since she had to keep her energy going and her health in check for Yale, but this was a special circumstance. They took their drinks and sat down at a table by the window, looking around at the empty deli.

  Taylor lifted her eyebrows. “Okay, are you going to tell me, or is this CIA type shit?”

  Amber shook her head. “It’s secret, but not that secret. So, Friday night Logan took me out to dinner. He said it was to make sure there was no awkwardness because of his drunk talk. So, we went to my favorite place on the water and just talked and laughed like normal. After that, we were having such a good time that he took me to this secluded part of the beach that he went to all the time…”

  Taylor slapped her hands on the table. “Oh my God. Please tell me you are going to say what I think you are going to say.”

  Amber’s cheeks turned red. “It was innocent at first, like just playing around, and then bam, we were all over each other. We did it right there on the beach, on the blanket, with the moon shining brightly overhead.”

  Taylor shook her head and waved her hand as the counter girl set their food down. “Nope, I don’t believe it. The Amber I know would never.”

  Amber reached out and took Taylor’s hand and looked her straight in the eyes. “Dead serious.”

  Taylor’s mouth dropped open. “Wow. I mean… wow. Okay, so how do you feel about all of it? I mean, this is a huge change and if I didn’t see it coming, you most definitely did not.”

  Amber looked down at her food and let out a deep breath. “I’ve had my head in the clouds since it happened, but to be honest, I’m nervous about it.”

  Taylor gave her a side glance. “Like nervous emotional or nervous because you weren’t safe?”

  Amber shook her head. “Oh, no he had that covered. I’m nervous because of my brother and my father. They love Logan like family, but if they found out that he took my virginity they would fucking kill him. And not like just yelling, like old school head on a spike in the front lawn kind of kill.”

  Taylor grimaced. “Eek. I didn’t even think about that part. That’s a bit complicated. How does he feel about it?”

  Amber shrugged. “We haven’t really talked about it, but he definitely isn’t scared off. We almost did it on the kitchen counter yesterday. My brother woke up and ruined the whole thing.”

  Taylor’s eyes flashed with excitement. “That sounds like a sexy spot.”

  Amber’s eyes got big. “I know, right? It’s just all so crazy.”

  “Okay, so besides nervous, how do you feel?”

  Amber sighed. “I feel different somehow, but not in a bad way. Like, now that the initial nervousness of the deed itself is over, all I can seem to think about is doing it again. That night just replays over and over in my head like a movie.”

  Taylor nodded as she took a bite of her pickle. “That is totally normal. Seriously, it’s exactly how I felt after I lost mine. I just wanted to jump him every five seconds. Hell, I still do. Why do you think I was still sleeping when you called me? It helps that my boyfriend has his own place and now that I’m technically an adult, my parents have given up on lecturing me on not spending the night with my boyfriend. They just had to come to the understanding that their daughter was living in sin, oh well.”

  Amber giggled. “I really doubt my father or brother would give two shits about the sin part. I think what they will care about is the fact that it was Logan who deflowered me. They forget that I’m not seven years old in pigtails, a lace dress, and frilly socks. I am actually capable of making my own decisions.”

  Taylor took a bite of her sandwich. “Oh, sure just tell them that, I’m positive they will see it your way.”

  Amber groaned. “You are so sarcastic. But you’re right, they aren’t going to care about any of that. All they are going to think is he took advantage of me. I just want to point out that there was no taking of anything. I gave it all away freely and of my own accord. Happily, in fact. And there was no alcohol involved.”

  Taylor put down her sandwich and made a serious face. “I do have something serious to ask you…”

  “What?”

  “How was it?” she asked excitedly.

  Amber’s mouth curled up into a huge smile. “Absolutely amazing. He was so gentle with me, it didn’t hurt even a little bit. We took our time and he coached me the whole way, but in a sexy way, not a creepy teacher way. We finished at the same time with the waves crashing and the echoes bouncing off the cliff walls. It was like a freaking movie sex scene.”

  Taylor was listening intently. “Wow, lucky. I think I kneed my boyfriend in the stomach twice and almost kicked him in the balls. We laughed, but it was definitely not movie making kind of sex scene. More like bloopers from a cheap porno.”

  Both of the girls laughed loudly. Amber sat back, dropping her pickle on her plate. “Thanks so much for meeting me here. I was going crazy, and I had no one that I could tell. How are you supposed to be that excited with something and not be allowed to tell a soul? It’s like torture.”

  Taylor wiped her mouth. “I can’t even imagine. When it happened I called you first, then my mom, and then my cousin. It was like a fucking family announcement. Of course, my father didn’t get that call, that would have been a nightmare.”

  “Well, you are the only person I’m telling, for now. I will just have to play it out and see how it
all goes. Right now, I’m just wondering when he’s going to try to get me alone again. It’s like fucking torture, sleeping two doors down from him. Seriously, every time I pass his room I smell his cologne. My eyes glaze over, and my mind tries to steer my body toward his door. Not to mention laying there at night trying to keep myself from sneaking off. It’s crazy.”

  Taylor giggled. “I think its romantic. You guys are like Romeo and Juliet.”

  Amber narrowed her eyes. “Have you actually ever read that? They’re from warring families and sneak off to get married at like fourteen. He is part of my family, in a weird way. Weirder now.”

  “I just meant the sneaking around part, but I get what you are saying. Hey, at least it keeps the excitement in your relationship. Sex with my boyfriend has rekindled our excitement with each other. We no longer are bored watching movies at night. It’s like we have a completely new pass time. I love it.” Taylor picked her phone up and smiled, looking at the picture of the two of them.

  Amber smiled sweetly. “You two are adorable. Seriously, you are.”

  Taylor tapped the table. “Hey, you might have found your adorable too.”

  Amber scoffed. “I highly doubt that. I see this more as extremely exciting and fun, until it goes crashing and burning into my father’s back yard. Think about Christmases where we just stare angrily at each other across the room, but no one knows why.”

  Taylor waved her hands. “Please, you two will make it, just you see. Sometimes you have to be the fool to be happy.”

  7

  Logan

  Sweat poured down Logan’s head as he pushed himself the last quarter mile on the treadmill. As the incline lowered, he slowed his pace to a fast walk, gripping the handles tightly. He had been to the gym three days in a row. It was the only thing he could do to keep his mind off of Amber. Just sitting in his room was agony. He just wanted to be with her, touch her, kiss her, fuck the hell out of her. But he couldn’t just do whatever he wanted, and he knew she would die if her brother and father found out. He also knew he would probably die too.