That Christmas Eve: A Brother’s Best Friend Baby Romance

by Ford, Mia

  In the kitchen, Paisley reaches for the light. As it flickers and brightens up everything around us, I expect the mood to dull a little bit. There is something about the dark that immediately makes a person feel sexier and more receptive to advances, but it makes no difference. If anything, seeing her with more clarity makes it worse. I can just imagine those plump lips wrapped around my cock, her fingers touching me all over, her panties shedding…

  “So, what do you want to drink?” she asks softly. “I don’t know what we’ve got…”

  “I don’t mind.” I smile and shrug. “Anything, whatever you are having.”

  She bends down to get out some glasses which her parents weirdly keep in a low down cupboard and I almost lose my mind. Her skirt rises enough for me to see plenty of her thigh. I also get a tiny glimpse of the white cotton panties that she has on underneath. They are so innocent it kills me. My cock instantly springs to attention, wanting everything from her. Things that I definitely don’t have the right to ask for. Things that would make her parents hate me even more and that would turn Adam against me too. I don’t want to lose my best friend.

  Stop it, I warn myself, forcing myself to look away. Stop being torn.

  Half of me wants to just throw myself at her, to give her my best game, to really see where this could go from one explosive night, but the rational side of me is battling this so I don’t lose my friend. It’s hard, especially when I’m not sure which side of me is going to win out in the long run… or maybe I do and that’s the issue.

  “Here you are.” She hands me a tumbler of an amber colored liquid and smiles. God, she’s beautiful. How did I get this far in life without noticing her? What the hell was wrong with me in high school.

  “So, how does it feel to be back?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation neutral.

  “It’s… weird.” She laughs. “But not bad. I just need to get on my feet, that’s all.”

  I nod along but that isn’t something I have ever had to worry about. My luck came in before I ever had that concern. I wonder if I would be a totally different person had I been forced to struggle in adulthood as well. I hope not, but it’s possible. Then again, I’d be different too if my parents were alive.

  Paisley moves closer to me, making the rational side of me virtually vanish. She isn’t right next to me, but I can feel the intense heat radiating off of her, the sizzling sensation between us both. It’s so powerful. I have felt lust before, and that isn’t it. I don’t really know what this is. It has no words, but it feels really good.

  I part my lips, trying to think of something smart to say, but nothing comes out. I don’t seem to have any words for Paisley right now, rational and calm or sexy. She has me completely speechless which is a first.

  Screw it, I don’t think I can hold back any longer. Even if this isn’t the right thing to do. I need Paisley and I have to have her now. Let’s be honest, something like this will never happen again. I will never get her alone in a situation as perfect as this one. I step closer too, closing the gap between us.

  She sucks in a breath but doesn’t move away. I watch the gentle curve of her breasts rising and falling as her breaths become more ragged by the moment. Paisley’s eye lids flutter and I automatically reach out to touch her eyelashes. I don’t know what is with me, I don’t have a thing for eyelashes, but hers are intoxicating.

  “What are you doing?” she giggles breathily. “Do I have something in my eye?”

  She reaches up to touch where I’ve just taken my fingers away but before she can connect, I lace my fingers through hers. And wow. Talk about electricity, this is off the scale. The hand holding alone lets me know how incredible it would be to be in bed with Paisley. We would really have something special.

  Paisley’s eyes run all over my face and I can see something unleashing in her. She might be sweet and innocent on the outside, but there’s something deep and dirty about her. A shiver runs up and down my spine as I think about really experiencing that. The pull is so strong and knowing she’s Adam’s sister just makes it taboo. Thrilling. The haze of lust surrounding us is too much, it’s overwhelming me, it’s far too tempting.

  I can’t help myself any longer. I claim her. I lean in and kiss her. It might be a soft kiss, but there’s nothing chaste about it. I’m sure Paisley must be able to feel how much I’m holding back from just consuming her. She isn’t the sort of girl to go right in with though, I can tell. Especially when a little whimpering mew falls out of her mouth. Her hips roll in to me and I can feel desire burning off of her. She wants me. She fucking wants me.

  “Oh, Josiah.” We pull apart and her eyes flutter open. As a small smile plays on her lips I can’t help thinking that was a perfect first kiss. I’ve had a lot of first kisses, and never cared at all about them before. They have just been the gateway to other things. Why is Paisley so much under my skin? This is crazy. “That was nice.”

  We stare at each other for a couple of moments, sizing one another up. Her breaths are really wild now, she can barely contain herself which only makes me harder. Any more and I’ll burst out of my trousers.

  “Are we really doing this?” I ask her quietly while I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

  “I don’t know.” A tinge of pink flushes all the way to the top of her ears. “It seems like it, doesn’t it?”

  She drags her finger down my chest, touching my hard worked on abs. I have always been blessed with a strong body, but it still takes some work in the gym to keep it this way. Thank goodness I’ve kept it up because Paisley seems to love it. The smile on her face gets larger the more of me she feels.

  I dip my head in again and kiss her once more. This time there isn’t anything sweet about it. It’s raw and sexy, my tongue is in her mouth, tasting her, and fuck me she is delicious. I push her back against the wall, enjoying the squeal as the cold gets her, which vibrates all the way down my throat. Her dress bunches up between my fingers and it takes every scrap of my self-control not to just yank it from her body.

  “Oh wow, Josiah.” My mouth moves off hers and slides down to her throat. Her head lolls to one side as desire claims her and her nails dig into my shoulders. Right now, I can tell that she’s trying to hold it together which makes me even more curious as to what she’ll be like when she unleashes everything. “Oh, fuck.”

  I stroke the tops of her thighs. Paisley pressed one foot up against the wall behind her and parts her legs which is the green light that I need. She wants me to touch her, she’s inviting me in. But I don’t go right away. It’s much more fun to kiss her all over while I drag my finger up her thigh and pull away at the last moment. I can tell that this is driving her crazy by the guttural animalistic noises coming out of her mouth.

  “Josiah, I… I…” she pants desperately. “Oh fuck, I need you so bad.”

  I yank back and give her a self-satisfied smirk. “Wow, you got a dirty mouth there for a good girl.”

  “Who said I’m a good girl?” she shoots back with quick wit. “You don’t know that, do you?”

  “Mmm, that’s true.” I pull her back to me and kiss her a couple more times. “I’m excited to find out.”

  I whip her from the ground, shocking her, and sit her on the dining table. Paisley wraps her legs tightly around my waist and rolls her core against my cock. The warmth seeps through her panties, making me moan this time.

  “Oh, Paisley, you feel so fucking good.” I fist her hair up in to a ball. “You are so sexy.”

  She leans her hands back on the table and tosses her head back, looking like a vision for a fantasy. She’s pure sex, like the model on the front of a dirty magazine, and right now she’s here for me.

  This sight is better than any underwear party that I have ever been to. I would always much rather be here.

  I lean down and kiss her thighs, moving slowly up, licking off the delicious droplets of perspiration that taint her skin. The nearer I get to her core, the more intoxicating her scent becomes.
I want a taste.

  “Wait, wait, wait.” All of a sudden, Paisley bolts upright and she gives me a panicked stare. “We can’t do this… we can’t, it’s crazy, isn’t it? I mean, my brother could walk in at any given moment.”

  The relief that she just doesn’t want to be caught rather than she wants to stop this is palpable. It rolls off me in waves because honestly, it would kill me to stop now. I feel like this is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and I really need it. My fingers are just about to grasp it and it would destroy me not to get it.

  “What do you want to do?” I ask quietly, really not wanting to be found either. There’s a real difference between the fear of getting caught and actually getting caught. Especially when it will destroy my friendship.

  Paisley hops off the table and she snakes her hand through mine. “Come on. Come with me.”

  Unfortunately, we have to creep through the front room to go upstairs which means we have to sneak past Adam. The sight of him innocently sprawled across his chair with no clue as to what’s going on makes me feel guilty, and if I’m feeling this way then goodness knows what it will do to Paisley…

  But clearly, I’m wrong. As soon as we hit the stairs, she spins around and kisses me. Her arms circle my neck and her passion runs free. She must like the thrill of the naughtiness as much as I do. Then after a couple more stairs, we kiss again. I push her back against the wall and cup her breasts in my hands, barely noticing as we almost knock some family photos down. I’m just so lost in the perfect roundness at my fingertips.

  As I graze her nipples I realize with a shock that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts are so perfectly in place and her cleavage caught my eye more than once, I just assumed, but there is definitely only the thin cotton of her dress between me and her naked nub. To confirm this, I dip one of my hands under her dress for a feel.

  “Oh wow, Paisley, you are too perfect for words. Your body is amazing.”

  She pushes her chest out to me proudly, really soaking my compliment in. Then her eyes fall closed again as I flick my thumb back and forth, hardening her nipple.

  “Come on.” Eventually, I can hack it in anymore, so I take her hand and lead the rest of the way up the stairs. We reach the landing and I don’t quite know where to go, so Paisley drags me into her room.

  “Sorry about this place,” she murmurs. “It hasn’t been touched since I left, and I don’t want to bother changing it now. I don’t intend to be around for long enough for it to really matter. So, yeah, just ignore it.” She half shrugs at me. “I must have gone through a purple stage just before I bailed for college.”

  Before I can question her about this, she circles her arms around my neck and kisses me once more. I lose myself in her lips, the feel of her kissing me already sending me to heaven. I could actually kiss her all night long… maybe I would if the craving to be inside of her wasn’t so overwhelming. I still need her right now.

  Paisley walks backward with me attached to her lips until her legs hit the side of her bed. She pauses for a moment while sticking her hand up my shirt to get a real feel of my torso. Once she seems satisfied with what she’s touched, she collapses back on the sheets, giggling like crazy. The image of her like that is lovely. She looks like the perfect combination of a sexy lover and someone I would like to take home to meet my hypothetical parents. This really is madness. The worst thing I have ever done to the best friend I’ve ever had, but I can’t stop now. I have to continue being selfish or I will lose my mind. Sorry, Adam, I’m an asshole!

  I climb over the bed and hover above her, staring down at her with a combination of feelings. I lean my forehead down and rest it against hers, so I can see into her eyes before I take things to the next level all over again. As I bunch up her dress and kiss all over the soft skin of her stomach, thinking that this is the strangest one night stand ever. There is never any gentleness to it normally, I’m in and out, but with Paisley, I want to drag this out. I want this to last all night long… I want to taste every part of her.

  “Josiah,” she purrs out my name while her hips flip off the bed. “You feel so good.”

  Yep, I have a feeling that this is going to be the most interesting night of my life so far!

  4

  Paisley

  The way that Josiah peels my clothes off my body is like something from a movie. That perfect scene which manages to be sweet and romantic all at the same time. His eyes remain on mine and I can swear I see something akin to love in his gaze. Not that I’m naïve enough to believe that he loves me, but in this moment, I am definitely enough. I don’t know if I have ever felt enough for anyone before, including myself.

  Once my dress is gone, a small gasp flies out of my mouth. His fingers grazing my sides, not even quite my breasts, is enough to send my head spinning. He touched me there on the stairs, but somehow in the privacy of my bedroom, there’s a new intensity to it.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs while his thumbs graze over my hip bones. “Unbelievable.”

  The fact that he’s a ladies’ man and he’s probably had all kinds of women in his bed should probably put me off, but it doesn’t. If anything, it makes this comment much more meaningful because he really knows.

  He smiles, a look that lights up the entire room and makes my heart skip about ten beats, then he slowly slips my panties down. He doesn’t break eye contact with me as the material melts away, but that doesn’t seem to matter. He groans with sheer pleasure just knowing that I’m completely exposed to him.

  I hook my hand around the back of his neck and lift my head up from the buttery soft pillow to kiss him. “You aren’t going to leave me naked all by myself, are you?” I murmur quietly. “I want to see you as well.”

  “Hmm, you do, do you? Well, I’m not going to strip for you…”

  He sits back and gives me an expectant smirk. I take the hint perfectly and scramble across the bed to get to him. I giggle at how hilarious I must look, but the lust in Josiah’s eyes shows that he doesn’t find it funny at all. So, I begin working the buttons on his shirt. I have already felt the muscles under there but now I’m going to see them which fills me with nerves. Right now, I feel far more virginal than I actually am.

  “Oh wow,” I mutter as the material sheds away from his skin. “You are too perfect.”

  He really is like something from a magazine, and I don’t feel quite so perfect myself. I’m curvy, soft, less than athletic, yet somehow despite all of that, the self-doubt doesn’t creep in. The confidence that Josiah has somehow managed to instill in me with his lovely words remains… and I like it a lot.

  I rest my palms against his chest and run them down his body like he’s a sculpture or something. I might be acting a little crazy, but Josiah doesn’t complain. He leans back and lets it happen until I slip all the way down to the waist band of his trousers. I pause there for a moment, lingering while I talk myself in to the next step. It isn’t that I don’t want this to happen, I’m just nervous. Once I unravel him completely, there is no turning back.

  But I have to, the throbbing need in my core demands it, so I slowly drag down the zip of his trousers, the small sound somehow filling my room, building the deep anticipation, and I shuffle them down off his body. Josiah rises off the bed to make it easier for me, and I toss them to the floor…

  Holy shit! Those words scream in my brain. I’m just glad I don’t say them aloud. His bulge, even protected by the thin material of his boxers, is phenomenal. Massive… much bigger than I’ve ever had before. My thighs automatically squeeze together, unsure if I’m going to be able to handle him… but I need to find out.

  Before I can, Josiah moves across the bed like a predator coming for his prey. Without even needing to think about it, acting purely on instinct, I lay back on the sheets and wait for him to come to me, to devour me. My heart thunders so loudly in my chest I fear it might burst free, and the more of Josiah’s body presses against me, the worse it gets. By the time his lips come
down to connect with mine, my pulse is all of me.

  Josiah slips his lips down over my exposed throat and towards my breasts. On the way down, he pops one of my nipples into his mouth and he tugs and teases until I don’t even recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth. The sensation is bizarre but in the most incredible way possible.

  “Oh, Josiah.” My eyes fall closed. I need to block out every other feeling in the world while his mouth trickles down over my stomach, his lips and tongue tickling me, and towards my hips. “Oh, shit.”

  My need for him grows even more intense. I can barely stand it. I’m losing my mind. I haven’t ever been this riled up before, I’ve never felt like if I don’t have someone I’ll die, but that’s exactly what Josiah is doing to me right now. No fantasy about him could ever be good enough. The reality of him is so much better. I actually feel bad for never doing him justice before. My brain just wasn’t mature enough to know.

  “Oh!” I grow breathless as his lips slide down my pubic hair. He’s growing closer by the second, any minute now that delicious mouth of him will be all over me and I don’t know what will happen. I’ll probably explode. I knot my fingers up in his hair, tugging frantically, trying to convey myself without words. I don’t know how hard I pull, maybe I even hurt him, but I’m too lost in the intense anticipation, waiting impatiently…

  Then he connects. Only ever so slightly and for a brief second, but it’s phenomenal. His tongue darts out of his mouth and touches my clit, making every single nerve ending inside of me explode. I squeal, then clamp my hands across my mouth quickly because I don’t want to wake the rest of my house up. I cannot forget that I don’t live alone quite yet. Disturbing my parents or Adam would be the worst mistake ever.