Brother’s Best Friend

by Kaylee, Katy

  “Happy Birthday, Sofie.” He held out his arms and of course I went to them. I could pretend he liked me as a woman, even though I was sure he viewed me like a little sister.

  “You didn’t stay long,” I said when our embrace ended too soon.

  He shrugged. “Tony has a wife now.” I understood that to mean my brother didn’t have time for him now.

  “Is that a new car?”

  He grinned. “Yes, you like her?”

  “I do,” I said, taking in the sleek little two-seater. “You should take me for a ride.” I snickered inwardly as I realized my innuendo. He, of course, had no clue.

  “What about your party?”

  “No one has noticed I’m gone yet.”

  He grinned again, reminding me of the boy in high school. “I’ve been dying to give someone a ride. Hop in.”

  I got in the passenger seat while he got in the driver’s side. The car was small enough that I could feel the heat of his body and smell his cologne. Who needed booze? I was drunk on Jake.

  He zipped along the city roads for a little while.

  “You should go up to the point by the lake,” I said.

  “That’s a little ways away.”

  “But the road will be fun.”

  He laughed. “You were always quite the daredevil, weren’t you?”

  “I like a little excitement in my life.”

  “Then why are you still at home?”

  I didn’t think he meant the comment as a barb, but it felt like one. It tapped into my fear that despite my goals, I’d never come close to achieving my dreams.

  “I don’t have an uncle who’s a partner in a bakery in New York to give me a job.”

  “Ouch.” He glanced at me. “Did I say something wrong?”

  Shit, I was messing this up. “No. I’m sorry. It’s just not that easy to move to New York City with protective parents. Even Tony now agrees with them. I should stay home, make cannoli and marry Joey Tratelli.”

  He grimaced. “That sounds depressing.”

  “I know, right!”

  Jake must have wanted to cheer me up, as he took the windy road to the lake. My parents would have died if they knew I was alone with Jake, speeding along the road, heading up to the point. Most of the teenage pregnancies in town had their conceptions at the point, so of course, my parents didn’t want me up there. Maybe they’d back off pushing Joey on me if I told them he once took me up there. Of course, no babies were made. Not even close. At twenty-one years old, I was probably the oldest virgin in all of New York State.

  When we got to the lake, Jake bypassed the point and instead went to the waterway nature area where the river and the lake merged. He parked the car in the small lot. I supposed he didn’t want me to get ideas or for people to see he’d brought me, his best friend’s little sister, to the point.

  “You’re right, that was fun,” he said.

  “Let’s go to the lake.” I didn’t wait for him to respond. I got out of the car. The area was wooded, with a little path to the water. The moon shone bright over the water like a beacon. “I’m going swimming.” I slipped off my shirt.

  “Jesus, Sofie…what are you doing?”

  “I just said, I’m going swimming,” I smirked at him. “Come on, Jake. I know you’ve seen girls in underwear.”

  “Not yours.”

  “It’s like a bikini. You’ve seen me in that.” I tried not to be disappointed or offended by his response. I pushed my mini-skirt down and kicked off my flip flops. “Come on.”

  I didn’t wait for him. I strode to the water. The sand was cool between my toes. The water wasn’t as warm as I’d normally like, but I was feeling free at the moment and didn’t want it to end. So, I walked in, and then did the breaststroke in the moonlight.

  I turned to see Jake still on the beach, with an exasperated look on his face. “Come on, Sofie. Your parents, hell Tony, would kill me if they knew this was going on.”

  “I’m not getting out until you come in.”

  “Don’t fuck with me, Sof.” He was agitated now. Too bad.

  “Do you know that tonight I’m twenty-one?” I asked him.

  “Yes. Now get out of the water.”

  “That’s an adult, right?”

  “You were an adult at eighteen.” He put his hands on his hips and glared at me.

  “Then why does everyone treat me like I’m a child?”

  “Maybe because you’re acting like one.”

  Now I was agitated. “Why? Because I want to swim in the moonlight? Because I want to escape the drudgery of life for a moment?” I turned away and started swimming.

  I heard him swear, but I ignored him. He’d just have to wait.

  “Sofie!”

  He sounded closer, so I stopped swimming and turned. He was knee-deep in the water, walking toward me and holy moly, he was like a fricking Adonis. He’d taken off his shirt and pants too. His chest was exactly like I imagined; sculpted from Michelangelo himself. He wore dark boxer-length briefs that accentuated a sizable endowment. He was the epitome of beefcake and I wanted to spread frosting all over him and eat him up.

  Of course, he didn’t need to know that.

  “What?” I said with a disinterested voice.

  “Don’t be a b—”

  “Don’t even call me a name, Jake Dunne. I know your mama taught you better.”

  “We shouldn’t be here.” He finally caught up to me. I thought he’d keep glowering, but instead, he grabbed and tossed me. I plopped in the water, going under and getting my long, thick hair wet. It would be a long time before I could go home because I wasn’t going home with wet hair and trying to explain to my parents where I’d been and with whom. When I popped up, Jake was laughing. Fucker.

  “Very funny,” I said as I tried to grab him. I wasn’t sure what I could do. He was bigger and stronger, but I was a feisty Italian woman, so I wasn’t going to take his shit without a fight. I jumped up, putting my hands on his head and I tried to push him down under the water.

  Of course, he didn’t budge. The only thing I’d accomplished was that my boobs were right in his face.

  I ignored that and tried again. “Go under, you knucklehead.”

  He kept laughing. His arms wrapped around me, and it was clear I’d lost control of the situation. I gave up, removing my hands from his head and putting them on his shoulders.

  I looked down and was prepared to bite or kick him, but then I saw his eyes were on my breasts. My nipples, already poking out because of the water and cool air, now puckered even more. The tingle in them traveled all the way down to my center.

  He looked up at me and I quirked a brow. His cheeks turned red and he released his grip. I held on, sliding down his body until my breasts were mashed against his chest.

  “Like what you see, Dunne?” I was taunting him, but it was my birthday, and I wanted him.

  He swallowed and I swore I could see the tug-of-war in his eyes. Tony once told me that boys couldn’t be trusted because their dicks had a mind of their own and boys were powerless against them. Well, I hoped to God that was true, because if I wasn’t mistaken, the hard length pressing against my belly was Jake’s dick.

  “I like what I see,” I said, looping my arms around his neck.

  “Sofie…” I heard the hesitation in his voice.

  “It’s my birthday, Jake. Do you know what I wish for?” I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my pussy against his length, loving the flash of heat in his eyes as I did.

  “It’s wrong.” His voice was hoarse.

  “Who says?” I ground against him and he let out a long hiss.

  “Your parents would. Tony would.”

  “I don’t see them here. I’m the boss of my own body. Who gets to have it, is up to me. Not them.” We stared at each other for a long time while I waited for him to make the next move. I was clear what I wanted, but even I had my pride. He’d have to make a move too. When it was clear he wasn’t going to, I inha
led a breath to help push away the embarrassment of throwing myself at him, and then disentangled my arms and legs.

  I couldn’t find the words to say, so I didn’t say anything as I made my way back to shore.

  “Fuck!” He growled and a moment later, he’d swung me around and his mouth was on mine in an all-consuming kiss. Every inch of my skin lit up. My insides flared hot. I’d kissed boys, but I’d clearly never kissed a man. Jake’s tongue swept in my mouth, and I moaned at the invasion. Yes, yes, yes, was all I could think.

  His lips stayed on mine as his fingers found my nipples and pinched, and wow, I thought I might come right then.

  He groaned and tore his lips from mine. I was about to protest, but then his mouth was sucking on my nipple through my bra, and all I could do was whimper as my body melted from his touch. His fingers unhooked the clasp of my bra and pushed the cup aside, then he sucked again.

  “Oh my God…” I’d never felt a sensation like that before. I was burning up inside and I wanted more. My brain was short-circuiting, but I had enough of my wits to know I needed to touch him back, so again I wrapped my legs around him and ground my pussy against his hard dick.

  “Fuck, Sofie…you’re playing with fire.”

  “I like fire. I want fire.”

  He growled again and kissed me as he walked with me wrapped around him to the beach, grabbed his pants and then carried me up the slope to the grassy area under the trees. He dropped to his knees, and then laid me back on the cool grass.

  I quickly removed my bra and loved the way his eyes looked at my tits hungrily. He sucked one and then the other, and I could have sworn it was like he was sucking my clit.

  “Tell me you’ve done this before,” he growled as he pushed my panties down.

  Instead of answering, I yanked his briefs down and wrapped my hand around his dick. It was massive and I had a moment to wonder if it would fit.

  “Ah, fuck.” He reached over, grabbed his pants and pulled out a condom. He tore the packet and sheathed himself. “I’m going to hell.”

  I guessed he was okay with that because once again, he was sucking my tits. His hand slid down my belly and then his fingers were rubbing my clit.

  “Oh, God… Oh yes…” My hips bucked up to meet his fingers.

  “You’re so fucking responsive.” He pressed one finger inside me and then two, and it was so, so good.

  “Jake…I want you…”

  He finally seemed to accept what was about to happen, because the hesitation and doubt were gone when he said: “Want what, Sof? What do you want?”

  “You…I want you…”

  “To do what?” He tugged on my tit with his teeth as his thumb rubbed my clit.

  Immediately, power in my body exploded with wave after wave of the most incredible pleasure radiating throughout it. “Fuck…”

  My body was still pulsing when I felt his dick at my entrance. Yes, it was going to happen.

  He pressed in and cursed. “Jesus, Sof, you’re so tight.”

  Worried he might realize this was my first time, I gripped his ass. “Fuck me, Jake.”

  He levered up on his hands, withdrawing and then he plunged in. Pain pierced sharp, causing me to gasp and arch.

  “Holy shit—Sofie.” He started to withdraw.

  I gripped his ass tighter. “I’m coming…” I wasn’t, at least not yet, but I didn’t want him to stop. I squeezed my pussy muscles tight.

  He hissed as he withdrew, but immediately, he thrust back in.

  “Yes.” This time it didn’t hurt. “More.”

  He did it again, and that time, I felt the beginnings of pleasure coiling in my belly.

  “Make me come, Jake.”

  He cursed again and began to move more forcefully, each thrust coming faster than the last.

  “Ah, fuck…I’m gonna come,” he growled out. He dipped his head, sucked on my nipple again and for the second time, he sent me rocketing to the stars. Every cell in my body was flooded with endorphins.

  “Yes,” he yelled as I squeezed his dick inside me. He plunged in, ground his hips against mine, and then did it again, until finally he collapsed on me.

  Immediately, he rolled off and I missed the contact.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He threw his arm over his face. “Your brother is going to skewer me.” It made me think Tony was right. Men were a slave to their dicks, but after they’d given in, came the regret. At least in Jake’s case.

  “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Chances were, Tony would skewer me too, so there was no reason anyone had to know. At least for now. Maybe soon we’d be able to tell them and it would be okay. My family knew Jake and his family. He was going to be a successful lawyer, which would make my family happy. And he lived in New York City, which meant I’d be one step closer to being there too.

  He put his hand down and turned his head. “You alright?”

  “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  He stared at me for a long moment, like he was waiting for me to confess. Finally, he said, “You were tight…really tight…”

  “I’m a small woman, Jake.” I didn’t know why I couldn’t confess to being a virgin. Maybe it was because it would add to his distress or regret.

  He shook his head like he didn’t believe me. “I should get you home.”

  I nodded. I didn’t want to go but he was right. Being gone too long would make my family suspicious. As it was, they were going to wonder where I’d gone.

  Before he got up, I gripped his arm. “Jake?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You gave me the one thing I really wanted for my birthday.”

  He smirked. “You wanted to get fucked for your birthday?”

  I shook my head. “I wanted you to fuck me for my birthday.”

  * * *

  Jake and I texted on the phone a couple of times over the next few days, but he was busy with his family so he couldn’t arrange to see me. I understood this as my family tended to dominate my time as well. But then the next week, he went back to New York to start his new job, and I was afraid that once he was away, he’d forget about me. So, after I got his address from Tony, I took the bus to the city to his apartment. It was a Saturday so I figured he’d be home.

  I wore a summer dress that was fitted to accentuate my assets without being skanky. Swallowing my nerves, I knocked on the door.

  It took a few minutes, but then a woman answered the door. I wouldn’t have thought anything about it except she was stunning. Not only was she beautiful, but she exuded money and power. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, and yet to look at her, I thought she had to be rich.

  She smiled. “Can I help you?”

  “I was looking for Jake.”

  She opened the door so I could go in. “I’ll go get him.” She sauntered off toward a room. The apartment was small, but clean and tidy, except for his table that was loaded with books and papers.

  He emerged a moment later, also in jeans and a shirt that wasn’t all the way buttoned up. His hair was wet, as if he’d just been in the shower. He frowned when he saw me. All of a sudden, this visit felt like a bad idea.

  “Sofia, what are you doing here?” He looked at the woman, and then moved to me, guiding me to the other side of the tiny living space.

  “I’ll get lunch,” the woman said, disappearing to a galley kitchen.

  “I came to see you,” I responded to his question.

  “Why? Is everything alright? Is something wrong with Tony or your family?”

  Why would he think I’d come to see him if there was a problem with my family? That was when it clicked in my naïve, slow mind. He didn’t see this thing between us as a relationship, like I did. In fact, it appeared he’d moved on.

  What an idiot. Of course, I should have known. He regretted what he’d done with me and worried about Tony’s reaction. He wasn’t going to keep on seeing me. He had a life here in New York City, while I was a small girl stuck in a small town.

  I wanted to ha
te him, and at the same time, I couldn’t. I might not have been worldly, and I may have been sheltered, but I wasn’t a complete dunce. I’d let my fantasies get away from me, but I was smart enough to see the reality of things now.

  I somehow managed a bright smile. “I was in the city looking for baking stuff and I thought I’d stop by and say hi.”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s great, but it’s not a good time.”

  I waved my hand like it was nothing. “I understand. I’m sorry to have interrupted.” I couldn’t get to the door fast enough. I opened it and escaped onto the landing.

  “You sure you’re okay?” He leaned against the doorframe.

  “Yes, of course.” My heart was only breaking.

  “It was good seeing you, Sofie. Say hello to Tony and the family.”

  “Will do.” I turned and hurried down the steps so he wouldn’t see the tears of sadness and mortification.

  On the bus ride home, I finally realized why my parents had been so protective of me. Heartbreak was a bitch.

  1

  Sofia

  I finished cleaning up my station as the evening pastry crew entered the kitchen. One of the perks of being on the morning cook team was that I was done right after lunch. The bad news was that my day started at 5 a.m. Thank goodness I was a morning person. Or at least learned how to be one.

  I still didn’t have my own bakery, but I was in New York working as a pastry cook in an upscale hotel. Goals were achieved one step at a time.

  I took off my chef coat and hung it in my locker, as I had no major mishaps that required a washing. I changed my comfortable shoes for some fun flats and then headed out of the staff area to the front of the hotel, making a beeline for the bar where I knew my friend Gina would be waiting for me and flirting with Rosco, one of the bartenders.

  Sure enough, she had a fancy drink and pretty smile for him.

  “Hey girl, you shouldn’t harass the bartenders.” I hopped up on a stool next to her. Usually, I didn’t want to eat at the same place I worked, but she was on a lunch break and didn’t have much time.