Between Brothers

Christopher

Why the hell did I agree to this shit? I hate when my mother talks me into things. Normally I would just shrug it off, but I am being forced to inhabit the same space as Daniel and his little girlfriend for the entire fucking summer.

Someone, please shoot me now!

I’ve spent most of the spring building this trailer, converting the tiny home to my specific design; luckily I have a private investor, or I’d be stuck sharing a damn room. I’m 21 years old, and I’d have to share a room with Prince Dipshit. NOT GONNA FUCKIN’ HAPPEN!

Today seems to be the hottest day of the year because my air conditioner is on the fritz, the first time it’s done this since the start of May. Maybe, later on, I’ll make Gregg and Julian run with me to the store to get a new one, but right now, I need a damn shower.

I climbed out of bed, peeling off the once-needed layers because my air was arctic. Now, It’s like I’m a melting popsicle, and I’m sticking to everything around me. I hate the summer. I peel off my boxers and t-shirt, climbing under the cool stream of water cascading down my back. I stand there knowing I eventually have to climb out from the only comfort I’ve found, but there’s one thing left to do, and that’s to wash my ass.

Rubbing the soap across my skin causes it to tingle, and not in a good way because it makes my dick hard. It’s been months since I’ve had the pleasure of ripping open someone’s lotus flower; I miss the feeling of stretching them open. There’s no other feeling like it. Fuck! My dick is hard, and I think I only have 10 minutes before Asshole and Asshole show up.

Against my better judgment, I ignore my now aching dick and climb out of the shower. And right on cue, Gregg and Julian are banging on the door; I wrap the towel around my waist and let them in. Only briefly allowing them to inhabit my sacred space because I speedily throw my clothes on and push them out the door. Off to the store we go.

We return around noon and get straight to work. First things first, my fucking air conditioner. As we’re attempting to rip the old one out and take the debris with it, my mother starts with her complaints.

“CHRIS! What the hell are you doing?” She screams at me, trying hard to talk over the blasting music I’m purposely playing to drown her out. I pretend I don’t hear her and continue the destruction of the old air conditioner; I need to get this done.

It’s too fucking hot!

“CHRISSY! I know you can hear me! Turn that God-awful music down,” She demands, I can feel her eyes boring into my neck from behind, and it sends chills down my spine.

I can’t ignore her forever, can I?

“Yes, mother?” I reply, turning around to face her but regretting every second of it as I do.

“Chrissy, what on earth are you doing? My yard looks like a construction site! Clean this mess up, NOW!” You can tell my mother’s pissed because her green eyes turn to shades of hazel and ember; she starts to be more furious than when she began. Mom continued on her long list of complaints for the day when I saw her, the girl that was going to be the cause of my nightmares for the rest of my fuckin’ life...

She tried to sneak in but walked right into the cluster fuck of the backyard, and I stared at her because honestly, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her, but I plan to do so before the day ends.

My mother calls her over to introduce her to the guys and me, probably the worst mistake my mother will make for the year.

“Chrissy, you remember Tara?” My mother says beaming, the Cheshire cat’s smile wasn’t as bright as hers. I stare at her because there’s no way this is Tara. The same Tara that used to play hide and seek in the backyard and would cry when no one found her after 10 minutes? The same Tara I used to help tie her damn shoes? there’s no fuckin’ way.

This girl is stacked, and my dick agrees that I would love to see those full pouty lips of hers wrapped around it. Get a damn grip! I just nod because opening my mouth would lead to a different conversation that I’d rather not have in front of my mother.

I watch her sashay away, and I can’t help but stare at her ass; that thing could make a grown man fall to his knees and beg her to kiss it.

If I don’t get laid soon, I’m gonna do something fuckin’ criminal.

“How old do you think she is?” Julian asks, clearly staring too. It brings me out of my trance because I completely forgot the idiots were still here.

“Too young for you, I bet!” I laugh, turning around to get back to work.

“I’d fuck her brains out and beg her for more,” Gregg says, shrugging his shoulders. Julian and I stopped to stare at him as if he had two heads. “What? We were all thinking about it.”

He’s right; we probably all were. Oh, little Tara, you have no idea what kind of summer you’re signed up for.

After a few more hours of ripping out windows and reinstalling my air, finally, I can cool my balls.

Ah!

I pass out across my bed only to be interrupted by the subtle knocking on the door, I wipe my eyes and glance over to the clock. It’s 9:30 PM, shit! I had no idea it was so damn late, I rolled off the bed and went to see who dares bother me at this hour. Peeking out the window, I see Miss Tara standing there waiting for me to answer. She looks nervous as if she’s been sent to the lion’s den and I’m about to pounce.

Sweet little Tara, I’m no lion. I’m a wolf on the edge of insanity and you’re my next prey.

Swinging the door open, I nod for her to come in. I flip the light switch, and wouldn’t want to make this awkward. I lean against the counter, closely watching my visitor and I must admit she’s beautiful up close without the sun beaming in my damn eyes. Thank God the guys left.

“Hi, umm. Your mom told me to come to get you for dinner” She mutters, staring at her own feet. I’m standing right here sweetie. Don’t you see me?

“Not hungry,” I reply, still staring at her. She starts to wring her hands together as she slowly looks up at me. There we go.

I’m met with almond-shaped eyes, gray with storms of blue in them. Her hair is wild but she has one streak of pink that she has hidden in the back, I guess that’s her rebellion slipping. Her frame isn’t slight AT ALL! Just the way I like it, it’s full all over. From her hips to her thighs, I could be crushed by those thick thighs and I’d die with a smile on my face. Her full breasts are hidden by a sweatshirt, only adding to the things I want to see on her.

Note to self: Turn off the air conditioner so she’ll have to get naked! Stop it, Chris! She’s way too young.

“Well, your mom sent me. So should I just tell her you’re not hungry?”

“Yep, tell her Chris said he’s not FUCKIN’ hungry,” I said half laughing, the horror displayed on her face is hilarious.

“Oh, ok then.” She says scurrying away, almost tripping down the stairs to put some space between us. Laughing to myself I follow behind her, admiring that glorious ass of hers. And the only image crossing my mind is filling her to the brim of my cock, and grabbing handfuls of ass like I’m holding on for dear life.

Goddamn, that’s a beautiful ass.

Entering the kitchen, my mother asked a million questions about my plans for the summer and was going to be around for the next few weeks. I almost rolled my eyes but then she hit me with the bullshit.

“Your dad and I need to head to Miami for some business, and it may take up to a week for us to get back. Could you keep an eye on your brother and Tara?”

“No. I’m not a damn babysitter”

“And this isn’t a damn trailer park but here we are”

“FINE! But if something happens to either of them, I don’t wanna hear it!”

“How about you watch them so nothing happens?”

“Whatever, just don’t come for me “

“Fine!”

“Fine”

The conversation left stagnant air surrounding us, this is going to be the longest few weeks ever!

I quickly left after the argument, I figured a drink or two would make life a tad bit easier. It didn’t get any better when I came back, I returned to my parents having left and two idiots left at the house. One of which was standing outside in the pouring rain, in her underwear. What the fuck?

I decide to pretend I don’t see her, seeing her isn’t the real issue here. It’s seeing her wet body up close, and there’s not a damn thing I can do except jerk off later to the image I store in the spank bank.

I run past her heading towards my door, trying to avoid being too wet. My macho attitude lasted all of about two minutes, she’s shivering and crying like a kitten that’s gotten lost without its mama. I can’t be THAT guy! I slowly turn around trying to give myself time to change my mind, but I don’t. I just run towards her full speed, throw her over my shoulder and run for the hills.

Thank god I left the heat on before I left because the freezing rain has caused the temperatures to drop drastically. I can feel the chill in my bones and I was only stranded for a few minutes, God only knows how long she was out there.

“Why are you outside? In the rain? In your underwear?” I ask her, grabbing towels from the laundry basket I left on the chair. She’s standing there shivering, teeth-chattering as if she’s slowly defrosting. Poor girl, I bet Daniel did this.

“I, um, was trying to get my phone. But when I went to go back in, the door was locked, and then it started to rain and I figured standing under the umbrella was better than trying to run over to the gazebo.” She replies as I hand her a towel. I dig through the clothes again and grab a T-shirt and Shorts, handing them to her so she can change out of those wet clothes.

She stares at me for a moment as if I’ve forgotten to provide the details of what she’s supposed to be doing, I chuckle shaking my head.

“It’s so you can change your clothes. Can’t exactly dry clothes with you in them can we?” I say pointing towards the bedroom. She smiles and retreats to the room behind the safety of a door. I change my clothes, drying myself off in the process, leaving nothing on but shorts. I make tea because hell I’m a sensible guy, warm tea in the cold rain will probably lead to me getting laid.

Stop it, Chris! She’s way too young for you, resist the urge.

I snap out of my internal battle of being a good guy when I hear the door pop, She’s now standing in front of me wearing my shirt with no shorts on. Didn’t I give her shorts? Her once wet hair, now a frizzy mane on her head makes her seem taller. I’m attempting to focus on her face and hair because looking down is a danger zone.

I hand her a cup of tea and lean against the counter, we are having a stare-off whilst we enjoy a good cup of tea. I stare at her wondering what she could be thinking about, but then again why do I even care.? I shake the notion out of my head and move forward staring at her.

“Didn’t I give you pants?” I say glancing over my cup at her.

“Yes, I’m a little bigger so that made them rise” She blushes, causing her brown skin to glow. I notice her pulling on her shirt, trying to hide those thick thighs.

The things I’d do to her, I need to go to fucking bed.

“So umm, the loft is available. There are blankets in the closet, I’ll be behind that door. I guess you can sleep here if you want.” I utter as I place my cup in the sink. I slide past her and her large breasts press against my chest, her nipples are hardening and I can feel her breathing becoming shallow.

“I’m terrified of heights, can I just sleep on the floor or something?” She says peeking at me under those long lashes, It’s the unasked question for me.

“Fine, you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep in the loft,” I say, backing away. I can feel the distance between us surging with energy, I need about ten minutes alone. Just ten, okay maybe fifteen.

“No, that wouldn’t be fair. Maybe we can share?” Is she insane? There’s something she wants and I want to give it to her.

“Fine, If you’re ok with it. You can have the blanket.”

“That’s perfect”

We both climb into the king-size bed and lie there in the darkness together. I’m staring at the ceiling as I feel her readjusting to get comfortable.

“Thank you Christopher” she whispers in the dark, the only light shining in is the moon dancing against her skin.

“Goodnight, Tara,” I replied, resisting the urge to touch her.

After a few minutes of unbearable silence, I hear her snoring. I laugh to myself because you’d think that’d be a turnoff but no, it’s cute. I have no time for cute, I need to stay away from this girl before I do something I will probably regret.

The hours slide past slowly, as slowly as she wiggles her ass across the bed towards me. I should move away but I can’t, it’s like I’m frozen in time or I want to feel her next to me.

Chris, what are you doing? This is dangerous. Getting close to this girl, letting her get under your skin will end badly, you need to leave this where it is and go on with yourself.

She flips over and throws her leg over me, she’s sound asleep just moving with the motions I can tell because of her snoring. She’s so warm and smells of honeysuckle, her hair frizzy and wild covering the pillow next to me. I feel her snuggle in closer as I pull the blanket over her, I have to admit that I’m comfortable. I’ve only felt this way once before, Marissa. I miss her.

The longer we lay this way, the more I never want this to end. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and she’s under my skin. Something is wrong with me, I need to get away from her. Thank God, I have work in the AM.

I lie there, my breath becoming shallow as I restrain myself from doing so much more. I glance over at the clock on the nightstand and note the clock reading 3 AM. Only three more hours, I can do this.

I can do this.

I can do this.

I cannot do this. I need to swear to never sleep with this girl, it’s more trouble than it’s worth. I’m not going to fuck her, touch her (anymore), or bother with her. But I can finish up tonight, can’t I? No, I need to scoot away but I’m enjoying this way too much.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I jolt up and look directly at the clock, 6 AM. Damnit, that went fast. I slowly turn to look at her, what a fucking mistake that was. The shirt had ridden up and now her ass, in its full glory, is being welcomed by the summer sun. I can’t help but notice she’s a little liar, there are absolutely no shorts insight. There’s a loud noise coming from outside my window, must be Julian picking me up for my first building project.

I jump out of the bed, being careful to not wake her, and hop in the shower. I do what any sane man trying to stay out of trouble, especially with someone so young, would do. I jerk off under the cold jets. The slip of my hand around my shaft, thinking of her beautifully full ass and breasts makes this an easy task. Imagining what it would feel like to cause her lotus to bloom around my cock throws me overboard, throwing my head back and stroking myself to freedom. I come with a force like I’ve never known. Damn, that was good. Almost worth the fifteen minutes it took to get there.

I rush and throw on a clean shirt and jeans, grabbing my boots and beating it out of the door before Julian starts his shit. Off to work I go, let’s get dirty.

I am broken, I am tired, I am horny AGAIN!

Finished up the first steps of building a tiny home, the goddamn frame. I refused to leave a moment before the framework was complete, logic said finish it and Julian screamed to leave it alone. Logic won!

Walking through my parents’ backyard gate, I hear loud music playing and someone screaming bloody fucking murder. I walk closer to the sound, only to find Daniel and Tara fighting in the pool. He’s attempting to drown her, or at least that’s how it looks. She’s swimming away from him and the idiot follows her, only to pull her under the water and hold her there.

I should walk away, let them settle this battle on their own. The Asshole in me is saying I’m tired, she’ll learn to leave him alone. But the guy who likes her already has us walking in her direction to save her from the jackass. I reach the end of the pool and without thinking I reach in to pull her out, ripping her from the grasp of my brother and the water trap she’s in. Her white bathing suit sticking to her body redirects any thoughts I had to what I want.

Chris, We talked about this. Leave this little girl alone.

I look up for my eyes to meet hers, a small smirk plays in the corner of her mouth. Oh, the things I’d like to do to her mouth. I can almost feel those lips wrapping around my cock, it causes me to twitch in my pants. Thank God for Jeans.

“Thank you. You’re my hero!” She says, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her wet body soaking my clothes as she holds onto me for dear life. My brother cursing in the distance as he swims to the other side of the pool, little shit. He’s lucky too, because either I can punch him in the face or fuck her pretty little brains out. I personally would like to have my Kate and Edith too, but neither will be happening at this moment.

“I just keep saving you from sure death, huh?”

“Mmmhmm,” She says, laying her head onto my shoulder. I can feel my dick responding to her gentle touch and I step back putting much-needed space between us. I look at her, noticing something has changed. Just yesterday morning she was attempting to avoid me at all costs, spending one night behaving, and now she looks like if I wanted to make her scream my name for the neighbors to hear I could.

Get a fucking grip! And not of that sweet ass of hers.

“I need to go lie down, stay out of harm’s way while I do,” I say, walking away. I can feel her following me, better yet, I can smell the honeysuckle. She smells fucking amazing and I need to separate.

“Can I nap with you?”

“Why in the hell would that be a good idea?”

“Because I’m tired too”

“There’s a bed in the room my mom set up for you”

“It’s not quite as comfy as the one I slept in last night”

“Too bad that bed turned into a pumpkin this morning”

“Lucky me then, I love pumpkins.” She squeaks, as she slips past me walking inside.

What have I done to deserve this? Is it because I used to cause trouble? GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME? SATAN! I Refuse to give in to temptation, no matter how much I, really, really wanna. FUCK ME!

I resolve that I am doomed, either I’m gonna give in and fuck this girl or I’m gonna move to the trailer park downtown. Shaking my head I walk into a trap.

I walk into my tiny home, apartment on wheels, and I don’t see her. Where is she? I mean I get it this place isn’t exactly tiny, because I’m 6’6” I need space but there are not many places for her to hide. I walk into the bedroom and find her laying on my bed, stark naked. Ay Dio Mio!

“What are you doing?” I say, trying hard to keep eye contact.

“Trying to offer myself to you” She replies smiling.

“Why? Why me?” I can’t seem to keep my eyes from wandering, taking in every crevice her voluptuous body holds. FUCK!

“Look, you look like you could use the help and I think you’re cute.”

“You don’t even know me”

“Makes this even better, we don’t even have to talk after. You can pretend you don’t know me”

“Do you have any idea what trouble I can get into?”

“Yep, good thing I don’t plan on telling anyone” The smile she’s wearing is dangerous, that’s the only piece of clothing she would ever need around me.

I want to say no, I want to tell her to go somewhere else, but let’s be honest it’s not every day a beautiful girl says quite literally TAKE ME.

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

“So are you, that’s why this will be fun”

Before I can say anything else, I’m yanking off my shirt and pants. Walking over to the bed, stalking her as a wolf does its prey. Her eyes are wild like she’s waiting for something to happen. I dip down between her thighs, moist already.

I love this.

My dick is hard as a rock, I’ve been hard all day thinking about her. I line myself up with her opening, I hear her take a deep breath. I hesitate for a moment, am I sure I want to do this? Yes! I push all the way, not noticing she hasn’t breathed yet. I feel her walls closing around me, as I push in and pause. I need to savor this moment, I take my time sliding in and out of her wet pussy. We’re breathing heavily as I drive my cock into her, her nails dance across my back, pushing me into overdrive. I feel her clamping down on me and I can’t keep going. I push forward, pushing all of my weight into her and cumming. Harder than the shower, harder than with Marissa, harder than with Kailey.

I slide out of her reluctantly, feeling her go limp underneath me. I finally looked at her, I was so trapped in my own head I never looked at her. Tears streak her cheeks, did I do something wrong? Why is she crying? I climb off the bed and flip on the lights.

BLOOD IS EVERYWHERE!

“Are you ok? What the fuck?” I shout, running to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and towel. I hurt her, and my dumb ass didn’t even notice. What is wrong with me? A nut was really that important to me that I hurt her.

“I’m ok, I think. Just a little sore. I’m sorry about the blood.” She says, trying to pull the sheet to cover herself. Why is she sorry? I did this to her.

“Baby, it’s ok. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I should’ve checked on you”

“You didn’t hurt me. I… I…”

“Tara, talk to me. Please tell me how to fix this!”

“I was a virgin ok!”

SHE WAS A WHAT?!

“Please repeat that,” I say standing up, the idea of having fucked a virgin doesn’t seem to be registering in my head.

“I was a virgin, I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d say no”

“Hell fucking yeah I would’ve said NO! Are you insane?”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal, I’m sorry. Look we can do it again after we clean up”

“Get out!”

“Wait, what?”

“Tara, go away! I knew I shouldn’t have done that. And you let me cum in you are you fucking serious! GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Tears rolling down her cheeks, she runs past me and out the door. I stand there staring at the mess I’ve made, realizing the mess goes beyond the stained sheets. I need expert advice, so I leave to go get some. Kailey’s house is my first stop.

Kailey has been my best friend since fourth grade, she saved me from certain doom on picture day. My mom spent the better part of an hour getting that cow-licked hair to lie down, all of that hard work went to waste when the humidity hit around lunchtime. I stood in the line behind her, she happened to turn around and realized my hair was atrocious. She whipped out a comb and got to work on my head, by the time it was my turn the magical goddess made me look like new. We’ve been friends ever since.

I stand there banging on the door, waiting for Kailey to come down to answer.

“What the fuck do you want Chrissy?”

“We need to talk,” I say, pushing past her and walking into the living room. Luckily, her roommate is out so this convo won’t be too awkward.

“About?” She says shutting the door and following me.

“I did something stupid!”

“That doesn’t explain much Chrissy. Move on”

“I fucked a girl I probably shouldn’t have”

“Bingo! What happened?”

“She’s my brother’s friend, she’s only 15!”

“Oh, Chris. That’s… That’s bad”

“I know. She’s a virgin”

“She was a virgin”

“Wait what?”

“If you fucked her, she isn’t anymore. Chris, this isn’t the end of the world”

“I fucked her, realized she WAS a virgin, and then kicked her out”

“Ok, maybe it is” She tilts her head to the side staring at me, and starts laughing as if I said something funny. She sits in her lounge chair and points to the couch, probably to stop me from leaving a path in her Persian rug.

“Kailey, tell me how to fix this?” I say, laying my head on the back of the couch staring at the ceiling.

“WHAT HAPPENED EXACTLY?” she shouts, pulling me back to reality.

“Ok. I came home from the new project I told you about and She once again needed to be saved from my brother. I saved her and she offered herself to me as a reward, I took it. I came. Just to realize I hurt her. Then I yelled at her and made her cry and now I’m here”

“You’re an idiot!”

“Tell me something I don’t fuckin’ know already”

“That girl probably likes you”

“Still not something I didn’t know”

“You need to repeat the transaction and make it special dickhead”

“Bingo! But how?”

“By apologizing, profusely. Taking her out to dinner and getting her to want to.”

“I don’t want to date her”

“Then you shouldn’t have fucked her. Plus, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone else. Woo her sir”

“This isn’t Shakespear”

“Nope! This is the life of Christopher Blane, the moron who has the answer to all his problems at home crying because she thinks SHE DID SOMETHING WRONG!”

“Fuck! How did I end up here?” I breathed out, never realizing I was even holding my breath.

“You knocked on my door like a mad man, I let you in”

“No smartass. How did I end up here with a girl I’m not even dating”

“Maybe you let your guard down because you want to date her”

Is Kailey right? Do I want to date her? NO! Impossible. This is about sex, that’s it.

I left Kailey’s after about an hour or two of panic. I picked up a pizza and a bottle of Jack, there’s my dinner. Crossing town to get back home, I drove past a flower shop. In the window sits the most beautiful white and black arrangement of Lilies. I bought them, why I’m not completely sure but I know who they’re for.

I finally made it home, placing the food on the kitchen counter and making my way upstairs. I can hear music playing lightly through the door, I hope she’s not too upset. I slowly turn the handle, inching the door open. There she lies across the bed, eyes red-rimmed from crying. What an asshole I am?!

“Tara?” I whisper, slightly hoping she doesn’t hear me.

“Yes, sir?” She replies, not even taking the time to turn over and look at me.

“Can we talk?” I ask, nervously running my free hand through my hair.

“Do as you wish Mr. Blane”

“Will you at least look at me?” I shift nervously, slightly pulling my hair. You hear it in her hoarse voice, she’s pissed. She turns her head to look at me, she’s still crying.

“I’m sorry. I was a dick earlier and you didn’t deserve that”

“Yep”

“I want to make it up to you. I want to make this right”

“Really? How do you plan to do that?”

“Well first, I got these for you. And secondly, I was thinking about pizza and a movie. I promise to keep my dick in my pants”

“It’s not your dick I have a problem with”

“Oh yeah?” I say, raising an eyebrow. She starts to laugh and sits up, taking the flowers I handed her. Her smile can really light up a room, I love how infectious it is because before I know it I’m smiling too.

I walked out of the room, hoping she chose to follow me.

She did…