29 comments/ 125282 views/ 199 favorites But We Didn't By: luvthedesserts A giant thanks to my second pair of eyes from Across the Pond, Irfon. *** All characters are portrayed above the age of eighteen. *** *** Aaron opened one eye when he heard the chair slide across the tiled floor and slam into a potted plant. He saw the curvy shape of a girl hovering over him as he lay on the day bed. "Shit." Her whisper was filled with exasperation. "Is every place taken?" "There's room." Aaron offered. "Who is that?" "Aaron. Paige's brother." "Oh. You don't mind?" There was relief in her voice. He immediately recognized her voice. Miss Prom Queen from a few years back when he was a freshman. He was pretty sure her legs had gotten most of the votes. Though, the top half of her was just as enthralling. "Hey, Branna. I even have a blanket. Slide under." He heard her shoes land on the floor of the atrium, then a zip of her jeans. With the outside lights shining through the glass, he was able to see a rather cute and round ass shaking in front of his eyes as she shimmied out of her pants. Aaron couldn't stop the chuckle from being heard. "What?" She stared at him from her side as she lowered her head to the small pillow. "I liked the view of your ass wiggling in front of me. Well worth coming to this crappy party." "Keep you eyes off my ass, buddy." Her voice didn't sound too upset. There was a relaxed softness to it. Maybe she was still feeling the effects of whatever shots she'd been downing earlier. "It was a crappy party, wasn't it? "Oh, no. It was awesome. Hot thuggy guys groping the girls, giggly obnoxious fake blondes pretending to be sexy, and all the flat keg beer a juvenile delinquent could handle." "Funny. You just described every party I've ever been to." "You could always grow up and pretend to be sophisticated. I don't know. Stretch a little character wise." "Hey." Her hand shot out to smack him in the chest under the blanket. "You're at the same party I'm at." "Yea, but I'm a thuggy guy trying to get a little tail. You can't blame me. My pecker led me here. Besides, I live upstairs." "Hey, you do. Why are you down here?" "I rented out my room for the night. I might have to burn the mattress to get rid of the stains, but it was worth the fifty bucks." "What happened tonight? No luck with the boys?" "Boys?" His dark eyes opened and looked at her in confusion. "You're into boys, aren't you?" "Ah, no. I like boobies and cute Prom Queen asses." Her head came up to look at him intently. "But Paige always said you were gay. You aren't? You sure?" Aaron groaned and shook his head. "I really love my sister. There's nothing like having a spiteful bitch for a sibling. No, I'm not gay. I've been in way too many locker rooms to be gay. There's absolutely nothing sexy about a hairy ass crack. I petitioned to be allowed to shower with the girls this year, but I was turned down." He felt the small day bed shake under him and then her laugh found his ears. It had a soft lyrical quality to it. "Funny. I can't believe you're not gay. Everyone thinks you are." "Everyone? That explains my success rate with the girls. I'm gonna have to think of a really cool gift to pay her back." "That is so horrible. I'd kill her if I were you." "Nah, I'm patient. I'll wait till she gets knocked up and has to drop out of college. Mom and Dad will love wasting their money on that. Maybe I should drop a positive pregnancy stick in the bathroom and watch the fireworks. You still dating Mr. Bicep?" "His name is Damien. Yes, I'm still dating him. Why do you call him that?" "Look at him. It looks like all he's ever done is curls. I imagine it's the only developed muscle he has. Probably from all the masturbating he's done over the years. I'm surprised he even has time for you. That's probably what he's doing right now." "Oh, shut up. He doesn't do that. He's on the road with the team. They come back into town in a few hours." "He's jerking off the football team, now? Wow, he must be really good. No wonder his right bicep is twice the size of his left?" Branna punched him again, but laughed louder. "When did you get funny? You were always the quiet dorky little brother that followed Paige around." "That was years ago. Some of us do grow up. You really should try it. I'm still quiet, though." "Not at the moment, you aren't." "Sure I am. I'm okay one on one. But in a crowd, I'm the quiet one trying to find the exit. Now, shut up so I can get back to sleep." "Fine." She rolled over and tried to pull more of the blanket over her, but found resistance. "Hey, gimme." "Hey, bite me. It's a tiny blanket. I think midgets live here. If you want to stay warm, you're gonna have to cuddle." Branna scooted back until she was pressed against his chest. She tenses a bit when his hand found her rounded hip. "You're really not gay?" "Nope." "Are you going to behave?" "Just for tonight and only because you're you." "I thought you were gay when I got undressed. I wouldn't have if I'd known." "Thanks. That's a confidence booster. What exactly are you wearing?" His hand found nothing but warm soft skin as he moved up her side. "My bikini. It's uncomfortable as hell with these buckles." "Want my shirt?" She quickly grabbed the shirt he offered and threw it on. Her hands dug underneath it and came back out with the top. Aaron watched the exercise in fascination. He'd seen his sister do it a thousand times and still couldn't figure out the magic trick. She settled back down and was soon snuggling closer to his warm body. His hand rested on her hip for a second and then moved around to her abdomen. "What did you mean? Because it was me." "I don't know. Just something I said." "It was odd." She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him inquisitively. "Do you have a crush on me?" "No. I lusted after your body like everyone else, but no, no crush. We were never around each other enough for me to think of you like that." "Like what?" "Caring about you. You were kind of in the movie actress category." "Movie actress?" "I've noticed a few of your boyfriends over the years. I have to assume your fake orgasms are Oscar quality." She rolled quickly to punch at him, but Aaron anticipated her reaction. He was snickering loudly when she found herself wrapped up in a bear hug with her arms trapped between them. His lips were pressed against her cheek, blasting her with warm air. "How? How did I walk into that one?" She groaned. "You are such a little ass." "Hey, my ass is proportional to the rest of me. It's not up to your level of perfection, but your ass would just look creepy on me." He relaxed his hold a bit so she could push back a little. She was smiling and shaking her head at him. "Wow. Paige's little brother is a comedian. Who knew?" "Roll back over. You stay like this for too much longer and I'll start getting ideas." Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she stared at him with an odd expression on her face. Letting a deep breath out, she rolled over and nestled against his chest. When his hand went to her hip, she reached down and pulled it up her body. With it in her hands, she pressed it lightly to her chest and kept it there. "To answer your question honestly, I meant you've never been the easy type. Not that I've ever heard about, anyway. I'd never disrespect you by trying anything when you were drunk." "I'm not that drunk. And if I was sober?" "Oh, you'd already be naked and faking your third orgasm." "That's fair." She giggled and squeezed his hand. "I think I might actually like you. Thanks." "No problem. But remember, me not trying anything is for tonight only. You crawl into my bed again and I'll expect a bit of fun. Now shut up and go to sleep." Aaron's eyes opened to the sun reflecting off the surface of the pool through the window. He was on his back with a mass of light brown hair spread out across his face and chest. Branna's warm breath was tickling him as she used him as a pillow. Her leg had slid between his and rested comfortable against a very erect penis. He was confident it was mostly morning wood. Reaching down, he pulled it away from her slightly and left his hand on it. "Thanks. I was wondering when you'd adjust that thing. It's been poking me all night." Branna said with humor filling her voice. "All night? I didn't know I could last that long. Did you cum?" "Shut up." Her head came off his chest to smile at him. "You know, you're kind of cool. You're barely dorky at all anymore." "Thanks. And you have the nicest ass and the worst breath ever." For the next few minutes he fought with a tornado as Branna tried to beat him to death. She was successful at first, but soon Aaron got control of her and flipped her to her back. The blanket tangled between them as her legs wrapped around him. He was tickling her side as she shrieked and tried to wiggle loose. His erection was no longer pretending to be morning wood as their bodies slid against each other. When realization hit them that they were basically dry humping, they both froze. Her shirt had ridden up to expose the under side of her tits. They were perfectly shaped and plump in Aaron's opinion. With one hand resting just to the outside of her breast, the other was tucked under her body as he tried to carry all his weight on his forearm. Branna was glaring up at him, but trying to suppress more laughter. "What the hell?" Both their heads turned at the sound of his sister's voice. In the doorway to the atrium stood four wide-eyed and shocked girls. Two of them were holding up their phone to capture the event before them. Aaron looked down his body and realized from their view, it looked like they were having sex. He had the blanket wrapped around his waist with nothing but skin showing. Her bare legs were still gripping his sides and his hand had to look like it was on her breast. He couldn't resist. "Do you mind? She was about to orgasm." Branna's hand smacked his arm. "I was not. You were way closer than I was." "Please, You were about to claw the living crap out of my back." He slapped her thigh hard enough to bring a startled yelp from her. "Now put you hips into it or unwrapped you legs. I can't stay like this forever. My pecker needs oxygen." It took another few minutes to fight off the she-devil underneath him. By the time he did, he was actually bleeding from several places. To escape, he had to roll off the day bed and land in a heap on the floor. His underwear had been pulled down in the struggle, leaving his cock fully exposed to everyone. His sister gasped and the others giggled as their eyes and phones caught everything. Adjusting, he grabbed his pants and walked by the group at the door. He was under the spray of the shower when a loud thumping started on the door and then it was opened wide. His sister flew in with Branna close behind her. "What?" He asked as he peeked over the glass door at them. "Tell her we weren't having sex." Branna ordered as she stood with her arms folded in front of her. "We weren't having sex." Aaron looked from one to the other and then dipped his head back under the spray. "I mean it. Tell her." The glass door opened. Branna stood with one hand on the door and the other on her hip. She was staring at him. Her anger was obvious. It dulled a bit when her eyes dropped to examine his body. A body he didn't hide from her as he stood facing her. "You're still hard." "Sorry. Mr. Bicep isn't here to give me a hand. Would you mind helping me out?" "Seriously." His sister's voice interrupted Branna's response. "You expect me to believe the two of you didn't have sex. We saw you. He'd be embarrassed as hell right now if you two hadn't." "I thought I was gay. Why would I care if she saw me naked if I were gay? Thanks, by the way. I appreciate you being such a lovely bitch all the time." "Kiss my ass. How dare you have sex with one of my friends." "I didn't dare. All we did was sleep together. Now, unless you're gonna scrub my balls, get out." Aaron went back to his shower. He heard the door slam shut, but the glass door was still open. Looking around, he saw Branna still staring at him. "What?" "You have to convince them we didn't do anything. I'm dating Damien. He's gonna be pissed. He might even come after you." "Great. I'm gonna get my ass kicked for not getting some ass. Just my luck." Aaron motioned to the counter behind him. "There's some new toothbrushes in the top drawer. Knock yourself out." "Asshole." She said only half meaning it when she saw his sly smile appear. When he exited the shower, she was sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles. Her hands covered herself quickly as he wrapped a towel around his waist. "Excuse me." She snapped and glared up at him. "Sorry." He turned away from her. "Wait. You watched me take a shower. Why am I sorry? And why are you still in here?" "Shut up. I needed to pee and I want to take a shower." "Ah. I got you worked up, didn't I? You need to rub one out. I can't blame you for that. I am the whole piece of cake." "I don't even know what that means. And you're the one needing to rub one out. Why are you still hard?" "And the Prom Queen's I.Q. struggles to keep up. Shocking." He teased. "I'm not hard at the moment. It does that. Not a big deal." "Damien always whines about needing to take the pressure off. How come you aren't?" "Because there's no pressure. You're just dumb enough to fall for his shit. My pecker is hard a good third of the day. It goes up and it goes down. There's no aching or blue balls unless I get really close and don't finish. Sorry to break this to you, but you weren't getting me anywhere near close." The hard smack to his back caught him by surprise. "Watch it." "What was that for?" He turned to see her glaring up at him. "The Prom Queen remark. I've got a three eight at the moment." Aaron's eyes went to the jeans on the floor and then to her long shapely legs. She caught his smile, but didn't anticipate his head dropping to kiss her. His hand found the back of her head to deny her escape. She gasped in surprise as she tried to push him away. When his other hand slid down to find the small of her back, she tensed and then relaxed. Her eyes were wide when he opened his and broke the kiss. "Why'd you do that?" She asked. Her hands weren't pushing anymore. She was just staring up at him. "If I'm gonna get my ass kicked, I might as well deserve it. Would you mind kissing me back this time?" He saw the start of a smile when his words registered a split second before he covered her mouth with his. This time she didn't fight or struggle at all. His hand relaxed at the back of her neck as his thumb teased under her ear. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders. Reaching down, he picked her up and spun to place her on the counter. Her tongue reached out to find his as his crossed her lips. Confident she was actually into the kiss, his hand moved down her back and then both of them went under her shirt to find soft warm skin. Aaron felt her legs hook around his and pull herself closer to him as her hands gripped his dark hair. She was the aggressor now. Her tongue moving with his. When she realized her shirt was almost off, she broke the kiss. Her hands stopped him as she tried to control her breathing. "You're hard again." He looked down his body to see she was right. Their movements had caused his towel to drop. He saw her smile and he shrugged. "You've got a talented tongue. But you really need to listen to people when they speak." "What do you mean?" "Your morning breath is killing me, woman. Who's ass did you lick last night?" He was prepared for her this time. She didn't land a blow before she found her arms pinned behind her back and his lips on her neck. He heard her sigh and wiggle a bit when his tongue ran down to the start of her shoulder and over her collarbone. "You need to stop doing that." "I think you like it." "That's the problem. I'm really liking it. I have a boyfriend and you're supposed to be gay." "I'm feeling bi today." "Seriously." She pulled away from him. "Please stop." Aaron let go of her but only moved back enough to look at her. He saw her large blue eyes staring at him. His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it neatly behind her ear. She patiently waited as he traced her eyebrow with his fingertip. A small smile curling her lips. "I take it you don't want company in the shower." "No thanks." "All right. Can you at least scream out my name when you cum?" "Sure. It's the least I can do for you. Now, get out of here." A blush accompanied the smile as she watched him retrieve his towel and sneak a peek at her legs before shutting the door. Aaron had just sat down on the couch to flip through channels when his sister found him. He turned his head from hovering over his cereal bowl when she flopped down next to him and ran a finger over his shirtless back. "Holy shit. She did scratch you up. Why the hell would she have sex with you?" "Maybe she likes decent guys. You could learn from her. But then again, bitches don't attract decent guys. Why the hell did you tell everyone I'm gay?" "Cause you are. Always have been." She said with a smug smile. "Why?" He looked at her as he took another bite. She shrugged "It's what sister's do. You're an ass. You were always narcing on me. So I got even." "No. I always refused to take the blame for you. If you would have been smart enough to not leave evidence of all the stupid shit you did, I wouldn't have had to. Your boyfriends would break shit and you'd try to blame me." "You could have covered for me." "When you find a guy that treats you decent, I will. And Branna and I didn't have sex. She cuddled up next to me to sleep and that's it." "I know what sex looks like. And you were naked." "Obviously you don't. I had underwear on and so did she. Now, why don't you clean shit up for a change. I'm going for a run." Aaron took off at an easy pace. He was tired and still a bit sore from the unusual bed. The late autumn morning in Arizona was cooler than it should have been. He ran his normal route through the Phoenix suburb. It took thirty minutes to warm up enough to stretch out his long legs and find his normal pace. Two hours later, he was jogging back down his block and up his driveway. He opened the door and heard a loud male voice and some quieter female denials. He made his way through the house and towards the kitchen. Mr. Bicep was there with two large friends. Branna was crying and shaking her head, while his sister was standing between them with her hands up. Two other female friends of Paige's were standing against the wall recording the scene on their phones. "I hope you're not about to hit my sister." Aaron said as he opened the double doors that lead out to the backyard. His eyes were locked on Damien. He clenched and unclenched his fists at the sight of an aggressive guy so close to his sister. Trying to control the anger starting to build. "She might be a bitch, but don't even think about it." "Who the fuck are you?" Damien turned, as did the large black guy and the even larger one. "Whoa." Aaron looked up at the large pillar of muscles and studied his face for a bit. "You're West, aren't you? The linebacker that smoked Oregon's quarterback two weeks ago. Did he ever wake up?" "Yea." Deacon West smiled. Pride in the hit showing through. "Eventually." "That was an awesome hit. How'd you play yesterday? I didn't catch the game." "Who gives a fuck?" Damien said. "Hey, wait. You're him, aren't you?" But We Didn't "Yea, Pole Smoker. I'm him. Come on. We can do this outside. No reason to hurt your knees when you go down on me." Aaron waved him out the double doors. "I'm gonna kick you ass, mother fucker." Damien said as he moved away from Paige and followed him outside. "Of course you are. I mean really. A big tough roid freak like you. You have no choice but to pick on high school kids. It's just the way it is. You suck dick, stuff shit up your ass, and threaten children." Aaron taunted him as he made it to the patch of cobblestone next to the pool. "When you're not trying to lick a guys prostate, you're thinking of ways to string the word fuck into a sentence." Damien rushed him. Being a backup wide receiver meant he was tall and lanky. Three years at college and bulked him up, but hadn't made him all that smart. Aaron absorbed the rush and tripped him with a hip throw that sent him tumbling across the concrete into a patch of gravel. Aaron turned to make sure the other two weren't stepping in. "You two gonna let Cock Breath handle his own or do you run as a gang." "He's all yours. I just wanted to see the fight." West said. He was still laughing from the string of taunts. "Thanks." Aaron turned back to Damien as he stood and brushed himself off. There was a bit of raw flesh on his arm and small river of blood running down his face. "And for the record. I didn't have sex with Branna. I will if it makes you feel better. I'll finish kicking the crap out of you and then take her upstairs. It'll be thirty seconds of pure heaven for her. I'm pretty sure that's twice as long as your best time." Damien rushed again. This time he stopped short and threw a wide right hook aimed at Aaron's head. Aaron ducked under it and ran into a shorter left that collided with his cheek. It shook him a bit and sent little black dots into his vision. Aaron's arm shot out to find the back Damien's head. The other came up to block another right hand. Lifting his knee, he brought it up in a sharp vicious motion to strike Damien just below the rib cage. He heard the bigger man's air rush from his lungs as he doubled up. With his hand still on the back of his neck, his second knee found Damien's cheek with a sickening wet crunch. It caused Damien to scream in pain. Spinning away from him, Aaron threw a leg kick to the back of his knee and brought him tumbling to the ground. "Shit man." West said with a crooked smile on his face. "That was one of the quickest ass whoopins I've ever seen." "Sorry. Our neighbor is a former Marine. For fun he lets me try to beat him up. Last time we fought, I almost succeeded. He's in his sixties. That was his excuse anyway. He still dropped me like I was a fly when he got bored, though." Aaron eyed the two men. He doubted if he could beat either of them. The larger one looked like a lineman. He had to be at least two eighty. Up close, he didn't seem to have any fat on him. "You two sure you aren't gonna back him up?" "Nah, It was a good clean fight. You didn't run or anything." "Why die tired. There's no way I could outrun you in a sprint. If it were distance, you'd never see me. I'm sure there's some left over beer and some food in the fridge. Or the big man there can just eat the fridge." "I might have to kick your ass if you keep it up. I'm sensitive about my weight." The big man said smirking. "Really? Are you too light?" "Yea. For the pros, I am." "Well, we'll find you some food then." He walked by them into the house. His sister was staring at him with a shocked unbelieving look on her face. Branna had a similar one. "You two okay? He didn't hurt you?" "No." Paige shook her head. "He just yelled and threatened her." "You'll tell me if someone does, right? I'd like to drown you in the hot tub, but you're family. Only I have the right to smack you around." "Okay." She nodded as if the words didn't quite register. "Good. Fix them some lunch. Maybe they won't eat us if we distract them with food." Aaron sat down on a stool at the counter so he could watch out the window where Damien was still trying to recover. His sister placed a wet towel to his cheek that caused him to flinch. "Shit. What the hell?" "You're bleeding, idiot. We don't need bloodstains on the carpet." "Oh." His fingers came up to explore the rapidly swelling cheek. The small gash felt like the Grand Canyon to his fingers. They fed them and bribed them with beer. Damien limped back inside, but West calmed him down. With an icepack on his face, they took him away to see if anything was broken. Aaron knew there was. He'd felt the cheek bone collapse under his knee. Branna stayed behind. After being called a whore and a slut and a few dozen other things, the relationship seemed to be over. The house cleared out when Paige took Branna home. Aaron took another shower and then got comfortable on the couch. The clutter and mess his sister left finally got to him. He was carrying the last garbage bags out to the curb when his sister showed back up. "Thanks for the help." He said sarcastically. "Sorry. Branna was shook up." "Well, she could have spent another night. I wouldn't have complained." "I'm sure. You really didn't have sex with her?" "Nope. Didn't even try. We were just wrestling." "That's what she said. It really looked like you were." Aaron eyed his sister as he walked beside her into the house. "Are you being civilized? What's up with that?" "I don't know. I saw you. When you came around the corner and saw Damien so close to me. You were angry. I've seen you mad, but you were different. You were kind of scary looking." "You would have seen something different if he had hit you. I'd have killed him." "Sure you would have." Aaron stopped. His face was expressionless, but his voice was eerily cold. "Paige. If a guy ever hits you, I'll kill him. If I can, I'll beat him to death with my bare hands. If I can't, I'll take a baseball bat to him. You need to stop hanging out with assholes. One of them is gonna make a mistake and I'll go to prison for it. Most days I can't stand you, but you're my sister. That does mean something to me." The rest of Sunday was different. Paige wasn't snide or snippy with Aaron. She seemed to be confused about how to deal with this new side to her little brother. A side she'd never seen before. They sat on the couch and watched TV. She even cooked a decent meal of tacos. He made sure his homework was done for Monday and decided to hang out in his room for a bit before he went to bed. Thirty minutes later, Paige appeared in his doorway. "Branna just called. Do you mind if she comes over?" "I don't care." Her head dropped as she starting typing on her phone. "What happened between you two? I know something did. She was mad at me for telling everyone you were gay." "Nothing. We just talked mostly. Nothing big." "You didn't try to have sex with her?" "I offered to wash her back in the bathroom after you left. That was about it. Why?" "I don't know. I just don't see why she was mad. There's no reason she'd like you." "Wow." Aaron shook with laughter. "I'm that pathetic, huh? No girl can like me." "It's not that. She's into different guys. More outgoing ones. You've always been shy and unassuming. The dork." She frowned at her brother. "Why aren't you thoroughly pissed at me for telling everyone you're gay?" "Quiet doesn't mean shy. It just means I don't want to talk to people. Most times they talk about the stupidest shit. In a group, it's exponentially worse. Everyone trying to impress everyone else. And all of them acting faker than the next. I could care less about the drama and gossip of other people. You forget. I've been around all your friends forever. And I am pissed at you. I'm tired of how spiteful and petty you are. Since I'm not gay and I'm secure enough to know it, it's not that big of a deal. The gay thing would be funny as hell if it was someone else. I'm just curious how many of your friends would have come after me if you hadn't done that." Paige shrugged. "A few. Francesca for one. It freaked me out a bit. I didn't want my friends to like you. I don't know why." "Hmm. Francesca? I never saw that." Aaron shook his head. She did need a good smack. "And who says Branna is into me? We shared a blanket and joked around. It wasn't anything special." "Yea, but you kicked her boyfriend's ass without any effort. He was always bragging about how tough he was. You weren't even scared of him. I didn't even know you could do that. Mr. Tooney really taught you to fight." "He's been kicking the crap out of me since I was twelve. And I was scared. You're an idiot if you aren't scared in a fight. Mr. Tooney taught me that too. Scared makes you smart. I needed him mad and careless. I had to take his brain out of the fight. He was bigger than me. I had to finish him quick just in case the other two jumped in. They would've throttled me." "Hmm." Paige leaned against the door and looked at him from under her light brown highlighted bangs. "I don't even know you, do I?" "Not really. You're kind of self-absorbed. Not much matters if it isn't about you." "I'm not that bad." She said defensively. "Most of your life you have been. Think back to how many favors I've asked of you and how many you've asked of me. How many time I was the cause of the drama around here." She glared at him for a second as she thought about it. After a tiny huff, she turned and walked out of his room. Aaron watched the open doorway for a minute. Maybe he had a new sister. One that respected him a little bit. She was always the wild one getting into messes. It would be nice to have the big sister he remembered from the early days. The one that used to make sure he crossed the street safely and got to class. The hormonal teenager phase had been torture. She was twenty-one now. If she were a little less bitchy, maybe his senior year wouldn't be so bad. Aaron was in bed when he heard Branna's car door shut and the front door open. He lay there listening for a bit, but soon drifted off. A rustle of covers and the bed shifting stirred him back to awareness. "Aaron?" "Hmm." "You awake?" "Yea. You?" "Can I sleep with you?" "Can I play with your tits?" Branna snickered and snuggled closer as her head found his bicep and used it as a pillow. He could feel her warm breath running through his hair. Her hand ran across his chest and rested over his heart, a heart rapidly increasing in tempo. "How's your cheek?" "Sore. How about answering my question." "No. You can't. I just want to sleep. Is that okay?" Aaron turned to his side and pulled her body against him. Feeling her softness. Her warmth. He liked the fact that she didn't resist or tense up. "You know I'm not gay. You being in my bed is a bit much for me. I was only good last night because you were drunk." "I know. Thanks for that. I just feel safe with you. Especially now." "What's that mean?" "I don't know. I just know you'll keep me safe. Protected." "So, I'm your bodyguard, but I can't play with your body. What the hell am I supposed to do with that. I have a reputation to rebuild. I can't let you out of my bed a virgin. People will think I'm gay." "I'm pretty sure no one thinks that anymore. Lucy posted our morning sex scene and then the fight. It's everywhere. That's how Damien found out. I've even seen it. It actually does look like we're having sex." "Great, I'm famous. That's all I need." "Most guys would love that?" "No, most guys would love this." He reached down and teased the bare skin at the small of her back. All she was wearing was a thin tank top and a pair of panties "And you're saying I can't have it." "I'm not trying to be mean to you. I just broke up with an asshole. I need time. You understand that, right?" "Sure. I do. My pecker doesn't. And he's the boss these days. I can't just beat the crap out of him every morning in the shower. It's not fair to him. He doesn't even understand what he's done wrong." "You're such a dork." Her laugh sent blasts of warm air across his face. "Yea, great for me. I'm the safe dork you don't want to hook up with." Aaron felt her move and then her soft warm sensual lips found him. It was a chaste kiss. Her lips barely parted as they ran across his. Just when he felt her body responding, she pushed away and turned her back to him. She snuggled up tight and found his hand. "Can we please just be friends?" "No." He answered softly into her ear as he found a comfortable position. Her ass wiggling against him wasn't helping. "I don't even like you. There's no way I want to be friends." "I might give you benefits." "What sort of benefits?" "Curiosity and jealousy." "You lost me." "The two best ways to get a girl interested. Get them curious or jealous. I bet by tomorrow, everyone in school will have seen the videos. And how nice your cock is. A lot of girls will be wondering how you hooked up with me. Some will have to find out for themselves how a senior hooked up with a college girl. You'll smell like Prom Queen." "You want me to lie to people and say we've had sex? I'm that guy? And smelling like Prom Queen won't butch up my reputation as much as you'd think." "Every guy lies. That's the only way any of you get laid." "Hmm. I'm so disappointed in your sex. I think maybe you just turned me gay with that little epiphany." She laughed and wiggled her butt against him. Subtly pointing out the erection resting nicely between the crack of her ass. "That tells me you aren't." "Please. I was thinking of Toaster Strudels. You're beautiful ass has nothing to do with that." "Go back to sleep." He growled low in her ear before nuzzling into her hair and finding her neck. His tongue darted out between a dozen soft kisses. He felt her body tense and then relax into him as she stretched her neck to guide him where she wanted. "Just so you know. One girl is enough for me. And I'm still going to try to get in your pants." Aaron whispered into the skin of her shoulder. "Just so you know. You don't have a chance." "Okay, but don't be surprised if I cry from time to time." She rolled over to shake her head at him. Her lips were parted as she laughed. Aaron's hand slid up to trace the outline of her face and then run a thumb across lips he knew he had to kiss. Her laughter died, but a soft smile stay. He saw her eyes narrow when his head lowered and his lips found her shoulder and then her neck. He traced kisses up to her ear and then down her jaw. By the time he got to her lips, her eyes were closed and her arms were gripping at his back. Aaron felt her hands tangle in his hair. Her sharp nails digging into his scalp slightly as the kiss deepened. Sliding his hand down her body, he found her ass. It was covered with a tiny bit of slick fabric. With just his fingertips, he traced the outline of her panties. His hand came back up her body to push her tank top higher as he kissed his way down her body. When his tongue found the skin between he breasts, her body shook. With both breasts overflowing his hands, he kissed and teased his away around them before concentrating on her nipples. Branna was rolling under him. Pressing his head tight to her chest as he suckled and teased. He could feel the sweat bead up on her skin as she moaned and sighed each time his tongue flicked across a hard nipple. Moving further down her body, he kissed his way across her stomach. Placing tiny kisses around the sexiest navel he'd ever seen. He felt the bed move as she pulled her tank top off. Her knees opening wide for him as he finally moved between them. "I don't think you're supposed to kiss your friends like this." She said. He looked up at her as he traced the outline of her pussy lips with a gentle finger through the fabric. "What do you mean? I always do this. None of the guys have ever complained about it. Maybe that's why I have the reputation I do." "Oh, wow." Branna's legs tightened around him and then slowly relaxed. Her hips began to flex under his touch. "When did I get so easy?" Dipping his head, he flattened his tongue and licked his way up her panties. It brought a deep-throated groan from her. Reaching under her, he massaged her ass as his mouth continued to work. Wetting already wet panties and pulling them down a little at a time. "I have to warn you. I've never done this." Her head came up. "You're a virgin?" "No." His laugh shook them both. "No. I've never gone down on a girl. They've never let me. I just want to make sure you get yours." "Oh. You weren't lying about the thirty seconds." "I'll last a bit longer than that. I hope. It's just been awhile. It might take me two or three times to break a minute." Branna rolled her eyes as she giggled. "Flip over and I'll fix that." She rolled with him until he was on his back. Before he knew it, his underwear was off and her lips were sliding up and down his cock. She seemed to be in a hurry as she bobbed up and down. Her tongue twirled around the tip and brought a shuddered moan out of him. "Damn. Prom Queen's rock." She mumbled something as she took him deeper into her mouth. The vibration of it sent shockwaves of pleasure rolling through him. He felt her hand wrap around the base of his cock and begin gently stroking him as her mouth focused more and more on the tip. Short quick motions that were driving him insane. When her nails slid down his chest and teased his stomach, he groaned. "I'm there." He breathed through clenched teeth. "Damn, Branna. Another minute." Instead of lifting her head, she somehow increased the speed. He barely heard the wet slurping sound as his heartbeat echoed in his ears. Locking his knees, every muscle in his body went rigid as the pressure in his balls overflowed. She moaned when the first jet of cum struck the back of her throat. Her cheeks sucked in as she swallowed over and over until he was dry. He lay there perfectly relaxed as she crawled back up his body to stare down at him. Her crooked smile appearing above him. Aaron reached up and pulled her down for a kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth as he rolled her to her back until their positions were reversed. He kissed across her face to her ear and began to nibble as his hand moved across a breast. In a little boy's voice, he asked. "Will you be my friend?" "I think we're way past that, dumbass. Now, give me mine." "Not sure if I can. I think I'm blind." His hand moved down between her legs. His finger slid between her lips up and down before coming back up to circle her clit. It caused her to arch her back as her body quivered slightly. "Thank you, by the way." "Welcome." His fingers teased and played as he slowly moved down her body. Trapping a nipple between his lips he tugged at it and then let go. The minutes stretched as his fingers worked in and out of her. Her growing wetness telling him how much she wanted this. His tongue was doing a slow circle around her navel when her hand smacked him on the back of the head. "Get on with it." Her stomach was churning as she groaned breathlessly. "You're driving me crazy." He inched lower until he was a fraction of an inch from her clitoris. His breath drifting between fully aroused lips. Aaron could make out a tiny ball barely peeking up at him. "I thought that's what I was supposed to be doing." The warm breath tickling her lips caused her ass to fly off the bed and her pussy collide with his lips. She wrapped her legs around his back, digging her heels into him as her hands forced his face into crotch. Aaron took the hint and immediately took hold of her clitoris and began to suckle it. His tongue working feverishly. He could barely breath as she tried to smother him while his fingers continued to work. Probing and twisting and teasing her. He could feel his face slick with her juices. But We Didn't His free hand was working up her body to grip a breast when she seized it in both of hers. She clutched at it tightly and pulled it against her stomach. "Yes. Oh. Oh, Yes." Branna writhed under him as her thighs tightened around his head. He could feel her pussy muscles constrict around his fingers and then begin to shiver. She bucked against him for what seemed a full minute until she let out a long drawn out sigh and lay still. Her legs losing strength enough for Aaron to come up for air. "How'd I do?" He was smiling down at her, watching her breath stir a long strand of hair. His fingers moved it out of the way as he watched her tongue dart out to lick her lips. She had the most beautiful dazed expression on her face. "I don't know. I'm blind." "Shut up. That's my line." "Fine. Are you hard yet?" "Oh, yea. He perked back up about an hour ago." "Bullshit. That was like five minutes." "Pretty sure it wasn't. I think I blacked out through most of that. There were angels singing right there at the end." "Would you shut up and fuck me." "Only if you kiss me first." "Oh, shit. I soaked you, didn't I?" Her hands came up and wiped at his face before she kissed him. "Sorry." "It's not that bad. I like the taste. It defiantly beats your morning breath." He was able to catch her wrists before she could slap him. Her teeth found his bottom lip and caused him to whimper. Pinning her arms above her head, he lowered himself down and slowly slid upwards. She lost her grip on his lip when she sighed from his cock sliding into her. He started with tiny slow thrusts. Adjusting to the tight warmth he found surrounding him. His hips were barely flexing as he stared down at her. It took her awhile to notice the attention. "What?" "Nothing. I just like watching you. You look almost happy. Like you're enjoying this." She rolled her eyes at him and aimed a shy smile up at him. "Let go of my hands." "Why? Are you going to hit me again?" "No. I want to be on top." He rolled off of her, tucking a pillow under his head as he watched her mount him. "Hmm. Does that mean I can go back to sleep while you work the pole?" "If you ever want this to happen again, never speak during sex." Branna gripped his cock and pulled it upwards as she wiggled around until she had it where she wanted. In one fluid motion, she impaled herself on it and began to rock her hips. Aaron sucked air through clenched teeth as he felt her pussy gripping at him. Her flat stomach tightened while she pressed all her weight down on him. Leaning back a little, she began to bounce. Aaron's eyes were locked on her tits as they swayed and jiggled. He could hear her ragged breath as she worked over his cock. Reaching out, he ran his nails lightly down her legs. First the outside and then the inside. "Grab my ass." Branna gasped, lengthening her hip thrusts. Wrapping his hands around her, he took hold of the ass he'd watched for years and squeezed. Testing the flexing muscles as she rocked back and forth. His hands opening and closing. Branna leaned back further, bringing Aaron's back off the bed from the pressure on his cock. As he came up to a sitting position, she dropped her shoulders to the bed. "Fuck me, Aaron. Please." She moaned as her hand came up and began to rub across her clit. As best as he could, he began thrusting into her. Short quick thrusts. Each one ripped a grunt from her as she rubbed faster and faster. Sliding a hand up her stomach, he found her breast and began massaging it. Letting the nipple roll under his fingers. Her hips stopped flexing as she worked her pussy. Gripping his cock tighter and tighter with each thrust until finally he felt a gush of liquid flood over his cock and her body began twitching. "Oh shit, Aaron. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." When her body relaxed, Aaron reached around her and pulled her against him as he returned to his back. Her head collapsing on his chest. He could feel her trying to talk as her lips moved against the muscles of his chest. His hand ran up and down her back, feeling the sweaty slick skin. He rolled her to her side. His arm sliding under her head as the other pulled her hips back to his. "That was a new experience. I think you might have raped me." Aaron teased as he kissed her forehead. "Did you cum?" Her eyes opened slightly. "I was too scared to. Still am." "Shut up. Just use me anyway you need to." "This is just fine." Aaron's began a slow steady motion. "I could do this the rest of the night." "Good. I think I could fall asleep just like this." "That really isn't helping my confidence, you know." "My poor little baby." She shook with quiet laughter as she rolled her eyes. "Fine, put it in. I'm sure I'll feel something eventually." The sharp smack of his hand on her ass caused her to scream in surprise and then laugh as he rolled her to her back. His legs slipping between hers as he bit down on her shoulder a little past gentle. "Ow. Okay. Okay. I didn't mean it." She pulled at his hair. Her laughter was choked off when his lips found hers and he slammed his pelvis into her. He chuckled when his mouth filled up with all the air from her lungs. Her knees came off the bed to grip his sides. "Feel that?" "Nope. Try again." She said as her hands reached for the headboard to brace herself." Aaron watched her smile grow when he scooted his knees up for better traction. Sliding up a bit higher on her body, he pulled back slowly and then drove his hips back down. They both grunted as their bodies crashed together. Over and over again, he slammed into her. The headboard banging against the wall. Their grunts getting louder as he increased the tempo. "Yes. Oh. Yes." Branna grunted. "Almost. Feel. That." Aaron wiped the start of smirk off her face with the next several sharp thrusts. There was no way he could speak. All his energy was being channeled into his hips and legs. He felt a drop of sweat roll down his spine as he did his best to drive her into the mattress. Her knees had fallen open as she took all of him with each driving lunge. Each time, the pressure in his balls increased. He was way too close to stop or slow down. With a final burst of speed, Aaron drove himself against her. Arching his back, he felt his cum rocket down his shaft and filled her. His body shuddering as the spasms overtook him. "Oh, shit." He hung his head and then let his weight down slightly. "I hope you felt something. I think I sprained a kidney." He felt her pat his back as he rolled off her to stare up at the ceiling. "Almost. There was a tickle there for a minute." She teased between giant breaths. "I think that was just me cumming. Is it too late to ask if you want me to pull out?" "A little bit, asshole." She turned her head and stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "Did you forget I've got a three eight? I'm on birth control." "Good. Is this part of the benefit package? If it is, I'd love to be friends." "Oh, did I just pussy whip you?" "If that's what it takes to get a little more Prom Queen, hell yea." "Great." She said sarcastically. "I've got a pathetic puppy dog. Just what I needed." "Fine. I'll just post the video of this one online and start charging for my services." Branna rolled over and rested her head on his chest. Her hand patting his cock gently before pulling the covers back over them. "Shut up and go to sleep." ***