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Her Best Friend's Brother Ch. 01

By: SecretEpiphany



Allison needed to talk to Carrie, desperately. If ever there was a time for her best friend to lend a shoulder to cry on, it was now. She rang the doorbell to Carrie's house and bit her lip to keep the tears from spilling over. She wanted to be in the sanctuary of her friend's room before she let her emotions go.

Carrie's brother, Jesse, opened the door.

"Is Carrie here?" Allison asked in a shaky voice.

"Nope, she went out of town with mom and dad for the weekend—to see some musical."

Crap. She'd forgotten about that.

Jesse looked her up and down.

She knew she looked like a mess. She felt like a mess. She'd walked over a mile to get here, and it was all for nothing. She could feel the sweat rolling down her back. She'd probably soaked through her thin tank top.

"You want to come in anyway?" Jesse stepped back so she could come inside. The air conditioning wafting out the door felt like heaven.

"Yeah, if you don't mind." She walked into the foyer and stood awkwardly in front of him. She didn't know him well, had only met him a few times. She and Carrie graduated high school two weeks ago, but Jesse was three years older than Carrie. He'd already been away at college when Allison had moved here.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "I'm fine. I just... I had some personal stuff happen today and I was hoping to talk to Carrie about it." She pulled her damp tank top away from her skin and studied Carrie's brother.

His green gaze was focused on her breasts. She glanced down. Her nipples had hardened in the cold air and they thrust out in sharp peaks through her bra and tank top. She resisted the urge to fold her arms over her chest.

Her boyfriend of two years, Rodney, had broken up with her this morning. That was why she needed Carrie. Rodney had told her that they weren't compatible. Compatibility had never been a problem until she'd finally relented to let Rodney have sex with her on graduation night. Then all of a sudden, they weren't compatible. All of a sudden, he didn't think she was attractive enough, he didn't think they had enough sexual chemistry for a long term relationship.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" Allison asked.

Jesse's eyes widened and his gaze was suddenly on her face. "Uh, well, yeah..." He sounded leery, like he thought she was setting a trap for him.

She found him attractive. He was only wearing a pair of green swim trunks. He was wiry, muscled, with defined abs and biceps. His right bicep was circled with a loopy tribal tattoo. Sexy.

She smiled. "I'm not trying to put you on the spot. It's just that I just went though a breakup and I'm feeling a little insecure all of a sudden. That's what I wanted to talk to your sister about."

He nodded and smiled back. Straight white teeth, a square jaw, beard stubble. He must not have shaved this morning. "So you needed Carrie to tell you you're attractive?" His tone was teasing.

Her cheeks heated and she rolled her eyes. "I just needed her to give me the speech. You know, the 'Rodney's a jerk, there are other fish in the sea, you're beautiful and will find someone else way better' speech."

"Ahhh... Well, I don't have a prepared speech. And I don't know Rodney. But if he told you you weren't beautiful, then he's a liar and a jerk."

Her heart melted a little and she looked at him through lowered lashes. "You don't have to go overboard." She pressed a hand to her dark, sweat-dampened hair. It was pulled into a sloppy ponytail. "I'm not exactly looking my best today."

"You look cute." He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Hot and cold clashed in her body and goose bumps spread down the side of her neck, down her arms.

"I was about to jump in the pool out back when you rang the bell. Want to join me? You can tell me all the reasons why Rodney's an ass."

She laughed. "That would probably make me feel better. I don't have a suit though."

"Carrie washed one of her suits last night and left it hanging in the laundry room. You can wear that."

Allison and Carrie had never been able to share clothes. Carrie was tall and willowy, with subtle curves and small breasts. Allison was four inches shorter with an hourglass figure—plump hips and heavy breasts. "I wouldn't fit in one of Carrie's suits."

"It's a two piece and it's stretchy. Try it and see."

She wouldn't be able to get in it. She would look fat, feel fat. Her self esteem couldn't take another blow today.

Jesse was already walking towards the back of the house, so she followed him. But she was frantically trying to think of an excuse so she could leave.

He opened the door to the laundry room, then tossed her a skimpy blue bikini. It was the string kind that tied in the back and behind her neck. The bottom piece tied on each hip.

"Will it work?" he asked.

"Maybe," she said hesitantly. She stepped into the laundry room and closed the door behind her. She shucked her clothes and tied the bikini bottom on. It was skimpy, but it covered what had to be covered. The top was another matter. Her breasts were much too big for the tiny blue triangles.

"Hey," Jesse called through the door. "If the suit doesn't work, you could just swim in your underwear."

She could. Her bra covered way more than Carrie's top did. It was multicolored and had a little blue in it, so it sort of matched. She put it back on and stepped out.

His gaze slid over her, lingering on her breasts, her waist, her hips. He seemed to like what he saw, and that made her feel bold.

She grabbed his hand and stepped close to him, the side of her breast grazing his arm. "Let's go swim."

He led her through the patio doors and to the in ground pool. He jumped in, but she walked around to the stairs, letting her hips swing a little more than normal. She locked her gaze on him and slid into the water slowly.

With a few smooth strokes he was by her side. He reached out and pulled her ponytail loose. She splashed him, and they played and flirted for a while. Finally, he pulled her close—her back to his front. They were deep enough that with their feet touching the bottom, the water came to just below her shoulders and to his chest. His hands were at her waist, his fingers lightly rubbing her soft belly.

"Did Rodney tell you you weren't attractive?" he asked.

"Sort of. He said we weren't sexually compatible." Part of her couldn't believe she'd just said that out loud.

"Did you have sex with him?" His fingers were tracing the top edge of the front of her bikini bottom and she was finding it hard to breathe.

"A few times... Three times."

"Was he your first?"

"Yes."

His lips were centimeters from her ear. She could feel his breath on her skin. And his hands... His hands had moved to her bottom. He was cupping her ass.

"Did he make it good for you?"

She bit her lip. She didn't know how to answer that. She and Rodney had been fooling around for over a year, heavy petting, fingering, eventually oral sex. But she'd never agreed to let him push inside her until graduation night. And it had been...awkward. Uncomfortable even. He had shoved himself inside, thrust a few times—bouncing her hard, grunted, and collapsed on top of her. He'd told her the next time would be better, but it wasn't. And neither was the time after that.

"Did he make you come, Allison?" His tongue traced the shell of her ear and she whimpered.

"Sometimes," she whispered. But never when they'd actually had sex. Only ever with his hand, and most of the time he'd complained that she took too long. She hadn't known what to do about that, so sometimes she'd faked it and told him she'd come when she hadn't because she hadn't wanted him to get frustrated with her.

"He should've made you come every time. At least once."

Jesse sucked the bottom of her earlobe into his mouth and lightly raked it with his teeth. His stubble lightly scratched the sensitive skin on her neck. She leaned against him, wanting more.

He kissed her jawline, inching closer to her mouth and she turned to face him, touching her lips to his. The kiss deepened instantly. She opened her mouth for his tongue. A hot, heavy ache settled low in her belly and she pressed her hands against his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with her fingertips while their tongues tangled.

She felt a flutter at her right hip, felt his hand graze her left thigh. Then her blue bikini bottom floated to the surface of the water. She broke the kiss and pulled back, unable to take her eyes off the bobbing scrap of bright blue material.

Jesse kissed the side of her neck, his lips sliding from just below her ear to the curve of her shoulder. She didn't move away. She didn't think she wanted to, but she wondered if she should. His hands slid up her belly and his fingers traced the underwires of her bra, grazed the undersides of her breasts.

"Jesse," she said. "My... uh..." She gestured to the bikini bottom that had drifted out of reach.

"Have you ever swum naked?" He licked the side of her neck.

"No."

His hands slid to her back and unhooked her bra. The cups floated up, but the straps stayed on her arms. His hands cupped her breasts and he lightly pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She groaned and moved her arms, letting the bra float away.

"You have now," he said in her ear.

"Does this count as swimming?" She asked, breathless, as he pulled on her nipples and kneaded her breasts.

"This is better than swimming." He kissed her again, slow and deep. His hands slid over her wet skin, from her breasts to her hips to her ass and back up again. She threaded her fingers in his hair and held him close even after he broke the kiss. They were both breathing hard.

He squeezed her breasts again. "So soft and curvy," he murmured. "Float for me."

"What?"

"Lay back and float. I want to look at you." He didn't give her time to think about it. He just swept her up in his arms and let her go.

Droplets of water rolled down her breasts. She thrust her toes above the surface and stretched out her arms. She'd never been naked outside—at least not since she was a baby when her mother had let her run around the yard in a diaper. She'd never let Rodney, or any other boy, look at her body in the sunlight. But she was letting Jesse. He didn't make her feel self-conscious. He made her feel... sexy.

She floated in front of him for a few minutes while he dribbled water over her breasts. Her nipples tightened even more with each cold drop.

"Stay where you are," he said and swam for the edge of the pool.

"Where are you going?"

He didn't answer, but in a minute he was back with an inflated floating pool chair.

She stood up in the pool and reached for him.

"Get on this," he said.

Instead she wrapped her hand around his erection through his swim trunks. "You should be naked too."

He lifted her onto the chair, then yanked his shorts down and tossed them away. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her over so she floated between him and the edge of the pool. His hands slid from her feet to her knees, which he pushed apart as he sank down in the water. Then he kissed her, just above the knee.

He looked up at her, his face so close to her naked crotch that she could feel his breath. She swallowed hard as she watched him run his tongue up the inside of her thigh.

"Are you wet?" he asked.

"We're in a pool."

He smiled at her and pressed a finger into her slit. "That's not pool water."

She moaned, loud and long, as he dipped his fingers into her juices and spread them over her clit.

He teased her, easing first one, then two fingers inside. She gasped and tensed as he cupped his hand, putting pressure on her clit with the base of his palm while his fingers rubbed inside.

"Don't stop," she moaned.

He eased his fingers out.

"No, no, please. Oh, god, don't stop."

He thrust them back in and she squealed. She squirmed on the slippery floating chair and threw her arms out to her sides and behind her to grip the edge of the pool with her hands. It felt so good, her head was spinning. Rodney had never finger fucked her like this. She couldn't stop begging. Each time he pulled out of her she gasped, "Please, don't stop."

He plunged in hard, rubbing circles on her clit and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as wave after hot, delicious wave of ecstasy rolled through her. She went limp on the chair, her hands floating in the water, her breasts heaving with each deep breath she took.

She finally raised her head and looked at Jesse who stood between her legs in front of the chair. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing hard.

"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice strained.

"I want you to."

He pulled her off the chair and she gasped as the cold water hit her body. He pulled her through the water to the stairs and they climbed out.

"Meet me by the lounge chairs," he said, gesturing to the group of padded reclining pool chairs that sat in the shade of the pool house. Then he disappeared into the house.

He was back in less than a minute with a condom in his hand. He lay down on the chair and covered himself. Then he reached out to her. "Straddle me."

She stepped over him, but hesitated, unsure what to do.

He put his hands on her hips and guided her down. "Hold on to me and take me inside you," he instructed.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and he sucked in a breath. Holding the base of his penis, she rubbed herself with him, letting her juices coat his tip. He made a strangled sound and she smiled.

"This feels good," she breathed. "You're so hard and hot."

He thrust his hips forward, nudging her and she moaned when he grazed her clit. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples and tugging her down towards him. "Take me inside you," he growled before latching onto a nipple and sucking hard. 

She shifted her hips and sank down on him. She threw her head back and cried out at the full feeling. He stretched her, but she liked the sensation.

His hands locked on her hips and guided her movements, up and down, gradually faster. She was sitting upright now, riding him hard, and her breasts bounced with every movement. His hands urged her to go faster, harder, and his hips thrust to match her rhythm. She watched Jesse's face. His brow was furrowed and his jaw was clenched. He stared at her breasts and his eyes looked glazed.

This didn't feel like the sex she'd had with Rodney. The sensations ripping through her body made her feel high, and she couldn't stop the grunts and pants exploding from her throat. She thought she felt another orgasm building and she closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling.

Jesse slid one hand over her belly and his thumb burrowed down until he found her clit, hard, swollen and throbbing. One touch was all it took to send her over. She screamed and clenched her inner muscles hard around his shaft.

He came too, thrusting and shuddering beneath her.

She curled up on top of him, still holding him inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. They stayed like that for a long time, until he finally led her into the house where she called her parents and told them she'd decided to spend the weekend at Carrie's. She didn't have any clothes, but Jesse assured her she wouldn't need them.

Her Best Friend's Brother Ch. 02



Allison showered then wondered down the upstairs hall of Carrie's house. She was completely naked. Jesse's last words to her before she'd gone upstairs to the bathroom had been, "no clothes." She'd never spent much time naked, not because she was too reserved to enjoy the feeling of being naked, but more out of a lack of opportunity. She had two brothers at home, so her privacy was limited. She was a little self conscious though, and unsure of how Jesse would act towards her when she went downstairs. She didn't want to go down there completely uncovered.

She paused in front of Carrie's room. She could find one of her friend's loose robes or oversized T-shirts. She'd rather wear one of Jesse's shirts, but she didn't want to go in his room without his knowledge. So she rummaged in Carrie's closet until she found a pink, knee length satin robe with a white sash.

She found Jesse in the kitchen with a beer in his hand and a white pool towel wrapped around his waist. "You should never wear clothes," he said when he saw her.

"I'm not a nudist."

"You should be. You've got tits like a porn star." He parted her robe and pressed the cold beer bottle to her nipples and watched them tighten into hard dark buds.

She gasped and shivered at the sudden cold against her flesh.

Then she moaned when he replaced the cold with the heat of his mouth.

He pulled on the hem of the robe and it slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.

"Much better," he said, looking her up and down.

"You keep undressing me."

"You like it."

She did. She'd never let any guy touch her except Rodney. She'd always thought she was saving herself for somebody she loved. And she'd thought she'd loved Rodney, but then the physical stuff with him was disappointing and he turned out to be a jerk. And Jesse was sexy and experienced. She barely knew him, but she'd let him have sex with her. She'd let him inside her body. And oddly, she didn't feel bad about it. She might later, but right now, she just wanted to feel him inside her again.

"You like it when I look at you. That's why you swing your hips when you walk."

Busted. She licked her lips and met his gaze, not saying anything.

"You like it when I touch you. That's why your nipples do this." He tweaked the dark tips of her breasts and they pebbled.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you." He slipped his hand between her legs and dipped a finger into her juices. She gasped and her lips parted. "That's why you're so wet." He traced her lips with his glistening finger, then put it inside her mouth. She instinctively sucked.

"You like sex," he said as he took his hand back.

She hadn't liked sex with Rodney. "I like sex with you," she said.

"Good." He kissed her, a deep drugging kiss. His hands tangled in her hair and he held her mouth hard against his as his tongue slid against hers, between her lips, in and out.

She gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin as she pressed her whole body against his, unable to get close enough. When he tore his mouth from hers she leaned her head back, breathing hard. "Oh, god," she panted.

His hands were on her shoulders, pressing down. She raised her head to look at him and he kissed the center of her forehead, then pushed down on her shoulders again. She dropped to her knees in front of him, his erect cock in front of her face. The kitchen tile was cold and hard. She slid the towel that had fallen from his waist under her and wrapped her fingers around his smooth hardness. She breathed in the scent of him. He'd showered too, and she pressed her cheek against his shaft and buried her nose in the dark hair surrounding the base of his penis. He smelled spicy, soapy, musky.

The fingers of one hand explored his length, rubbing over the ridged veins, while with the other, she cupped his balls. She felt something wet on her fingers and leaned back to see. Pre-come oozed from the opening at his tip. Raising her gaze to Jesse's face, she watched him, saw his nostrils flare as she lapped up the liquid with her tongue.

She had gone down on Rodney, but he had held her head and guided her movements. Jesse seemed content to let her do whatever she wanted, so she slid her tongue up and down his shaft like he was a sweet, sticky lollipop. And he seemed to like it because his cock twitched under her tongue.

Finally, she fisted her hands around him and took his head in her mouth, hoping she was doing this right.

Jesse groaned and buried his hands in her hair. He twisted the dark strands around his fingers and tugged as she bobbed her head, sucking harder and rubbing her tongue against the vein on the bottom of his shaft.

Then suddenly he pulled hard on her hair and slid out of her mouth. He pushed her hands away, gripped his penis, and shot white come onto her breasts in several hard spurts. She stayed on her knees, her eyes darting from Jesse's flushed face to his now still cock to her chest, where thick seamen trickled slowly down the slopes of her breasts.

"Don't move," he whispered. "God, I want a mental picture of you just like that."

After a minute he did move to the sink and wash his hands. He picked up his beer bottle and drained it.

She waited, still kneeling on the tile, but starting to feel a little cold, sticky and uncomfortable. And she was very, very wet between her legs and really needed Jesse to do something about that.

He sat down on the floor beside her. "Damn, that's cold," he said, shifting a little when his butt touched the tile. "Lay down."

She furrowed her brow. "I was hoping you were going to heat me back up, not try and freeze me to death."

"Just do it."

She stretched out on the chilly floor and gooseflesh spread over her body at the contact. She drew in a sharp breath and started to curl up in a ball, but he stopped her, taking her hands in his.

He pressed her hands into the sticky come on her breasts. "Play with your tits. I want to watch you rub my come into your skin."

She massaged herself, hesitantly at first, but after a minute or two she began to get into it. Her arousal built again and she definitely felt warmer. She pulled at her nipples and squeezed her breasts, watching Jesse's face the whole time.

"How often do you touch yourself?" he asked.

She bit her lip. It was an awfully private question.

"Every night?"

She nodded. "Pretty much."

"I figured. Carrie does too. At least during vacations and holidays."

Allison froze. "How do you know that?" It was kind of weird that he would know such intimate details about his sister.

"We share a wall. It's thin. I can't help but know that."

She nodded, rubbing her breasts again.

Jesse put his hand on her belly and ran his fingers over her smooth skin, dipping each fingertip into her bellybutton.

She ached between her legs now, and she wondered if she was leaving a puddle on floor underneath her. She wanted to push his hand lower, but she also wanted to let the anticipation build.

"I also know Carrie has a vibrator and a huge purple dong in her bedside table."

Allison's eyes widened.

"I could hear it, so one day when she wasn't home, I went looking for it. Do you fuck yourself with vibes or dildos?"

She shook her head. "I've never used one. Not a real one." She was surprised Carrie did. That was something she'd thought she would know about her best friend, but then, everybody had secrets. It's not like Carrie was aware that Allison was screwing her best friend's brother this weekend either.

"What does that mean? What have you used?"

She didn't want to answer that. She should have kept her mouth shut. She didn't know why she was so honest with Jesse—probably because he was just so frank in everything he said to her. Talking dirty didn't phase him a bit. He just...said things, like they were natural.

Jesse's fingers delved into her wetness. "God, you're soaked." He pushed two fingers inside her. "Tell me what you've put in here."

She swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have. But sometimes when I was touching myself... When I was really turned on... I just felt... Empty."

"Fuck, that's sexy." He wiggled his fingers and began to probe, looking for her G spot. When he found it, he tapped his fingers against it, fast and hard.

The wet sucking sounds of her pussy against his hand made her wild. She spread her legs wider and pinched her nipples hard.

"You like that?" He said with a smile.

"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Don't stop."

He didn't stop, but he slowed down and eased the pressure.

"No..." She groaned and bucked her hips.

"Tell me what you've put in your pussy."

"A hairbrush handle," she said softly.

"I'd like to see that. See you brushing your hair, then rubbing your nipples with the bristles, then shoving it in you. What else have you used?"

"An empty make-up remover bottle." She refused to look at him. She was embarrassed to be telling him this, but he had his fingers inside her, so it didn't make sense to be embarrassed about anything. And his fingers felt so good... She'd tell him anything he wanted to know as long as he kept doing this to her.

"Did it feel good?"

She nodded and met his gaze. "It was thick."

His eyes looked glazed and he cleared his throat before speaking again.

"After I finally let you come," he said, holding his hand completely still now. I'm gonna take you upstairs and fuck you with Carrie's fat plastic dick."

She lost control when he started fingering her again. Writhing and bucking on the tile floor, squeezing her breasts so hard she'd probably have bruises, visions of Jesse carrying her upstairs and laying her on Carrie's bed—a bed she'd innocently slept in with Carrie dozens of times, a bed she associated with high school memories and friendship floated through her mind. It felt dirty but turned her on beyond belief.

Her orgasm hit her hard, sending her spiraling and leaving her twitching with aftershocks for several minutes.

Jesse sat beside her and just watched the emotions play across her face—the expression that looked like pain that was really intense pleasure. He watched the way her breasts moved with her labored breathing, the way her nipples relaxed after her orgasm, the way she restlessly shifted her legs and rubbed her thighs together. His cock throbbed painfully.

"I lied," he said.

"What?" she murmured.

"I can't fuck you with the dildo next. I have to fuck you. Right now."

Allison smiled, spread her legs and tilted her hips up in invitation.



Her Best Friend's Brother Ch. 03



"You're wearing me out," Allison said with a lazy smile. They were still sprawled on the kitchen floor. She didn't even have the energy to close her legs. He'd thrust into her with a hard and steady rhythm, reaching between them to rub her clit, making sure she came again before he did.

Jesse propped up on his side next to her and pushed a few strands of hair back from her face. "I think you just need more stamina." He gave her a wicked grin. "You need to build up endurance, practice more."

"And you're my personal trainer?"

"Absolutely." He jumped to his feet and offered her his hand. "Come on. You're going to run up those stairs to the bathroom because I want to watch your tits bounce."

She let him pull her up, but didn't take off at a trot. Instead she leaned into him and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him hard and deep, ending by sucking on his lower lip. Finished, she stepped back and grinned at him. "What if I want to watch you run up the stairs?"

He took off, taking the steps two at a time.

She watched the play of muscles in his legs and butt as he moved. He had a beautiful body. Suddenly she wanted to touch him again.

"It's your turn," he called from the top of the stairs.

She ran up them and into his arms at the top. "Was it everything you thought it would be?" she teased.

"And more," he said with a laugh as he pulled her into the bathroom. "Come here. Now I want to watch you clean up." He wet a washrag with warm water and handed it to her.

She started at the base of her neck, washing her skin, rubbing her breasts with the cloth. She stopped several times to rewet the rag, then started again. Wiping her belly and finally raising one leg and resting her foot on the edge of the sink, she cleaned herself between her legs.

Jesse followed the whole process with rapt attention.

When she was finished, she rinsed the cloth out again and used it on him. He'd disposed of the condom, but he was still slightly sticky, and she held his cock and cleaned it thoroughly. Then she rewet the rag and rubbed it over his balls.

Satisfied that they were both spic and span, she tossed the washcloth in the sink and grabbed his hand. "Let's rest a while, okay?"

He nodded and steered her toward Carrie's room.

Walking through the door of her best friend's bedroom with him was a surreal experience. The purple and white room filled with cheer stuff, photo frames, and posters of pop musicians and movie stars dressed as sparkly vampires looked exactly the same. But it felt different. And the unmade full sized bed with the rumpled lavender sheets looked very different.

"Lay down," Jesse said, gently nudging her forward.

She stretched out on the bed and he crawled in beside her, pulling her close. Her heart beat furiously in her chest.

"Relax," he whispered in her ear. "How's it even possible for you to be this tense after having so many orgasms today?"

"This feels so... dirty."

"So?" He pressed his hand to her chest and she knew he could feel the frantic thump of her heart.

"I don't know... It's weird. It's Carrie's room. It feels like we shouldn't be doing this in here."

"It feels like we shouldn't, so we should go to my room? Or it feels like we shouldn't. and it's turning you on so we should stay here?"

"I think you already know the answer to that."

He wrapped his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. "So relax then."

"I'm trying. But there are pictures of me and your sister all over this room."

He stroked her hair. "So don't look at them. Look at something else. Do you like that movie?" he asked, nodding toward the vampire poster.

She shrugged, "Yeah, kind of..."

"Figures," he said with a groan.

They laid there, pressed against each other and just talked for almost an hour. Movies, music, tv, college, they covered it all. She discovered that she liked him—his personality, not just his body and sexual skills.

When he began to tweak her nipples she sighed with pleasure and asked him to pinch a little harder. Soon his mouth joined his hands.

"God, Allison," he murmured, his voice muffled because he didn't raise his head. "I could suck these for hours."

She let out a little whimper. Those would be some very sweet hours.

His tongue laved her skin, licking all of her breasts—the tops, the sides all the way to the border of her armpit, the sensitive undersides where they curved up to her upturned nipples. He nibbled, he sucked, he pinched, and she reveled in it all, letting him play however he wanted.

Finally he lifted his head. "Are you wet?"

She parted her thighs. "Feel and see." She knew she was soaked. All that attention to her breasts had left her hot all over.

He didn't just feel, he probed, inserting first one, then two, then three fingers. In and out, he worked her pussy with his hand until she was moaning and arching her back. Then he left her and rolled off the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, fidgeting and trying to resist the urge to replace his hand with her own.

He opened the drawer of the nightstand. "I told you I was going to fuck you with this," he said and held up a long, fat, purple jelly dong.

"Oh my God! Where'd she even get that?"

Jesse shrugged. "You'd have to ask her, but I'd say the internet is a safe bet."

"If I asked her, she'd want to know how I found out about it." She reached out to him, running her hand over the curve of his ass, loving the feel of his skin. "That would be an awkward conversation."

He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm before letting her go. "You mean you don't want to tell her that you fucked her brother in her bed."

She groaned and he grinned.

"God, you're hot. And dirty. This turns you on." His tone was teasing.

She licked her lips as she watched him pull a tube of KY out of the drawer and squirt it on the dildo. Then he spread it all over the shaft with his hand. It was bigger than Jesse—just a little bit longer, a lot thicker. She was going to feel so full with that inside her. She wanted it.

"I don't know how you do this to me," she said quietly as he got back into bed with her.

"Do what?" He pushed her legs wide apart and sat between them.

"Make me want things. Dirty things. I'm not a slut. You know that, right?"

He laid his hand on her belly and looked her in the eye. "I don't think you're a slut. I think you're passionate, and I think you're discovering sex. And I'm loving watching you figure out what you like. I love that pushing the limits turns you on and that you don't shy away from anything. You're sexy and uninhibited, but that doesn't make you a slut."

She nodded and smiled at him. It was a weird and kind of ridiculous conversation to be having considering where she was, who she was with, and what they were doing. But the reassurance calmed her.

"Tilt your hips up," he instructed. He splayed his fingers on one hand and parted her pussy lips. With the other hand he pushed the cool dildo into her. He eased it in, just a little at a time, letting her adjust to the girth.

It stretched her, but her wetness and the lube made it easier. It felt huge though—a little uncomfortable, yet sexy. The sexiest thing about it was Jesse's face as he watched it go in. His pupils dilated and his lips parted. His gaze was locked on her pussy as he pushed the toy further and further inside.

"How's it feel?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Big."

He slid it out, then back in, still slowly but gradually a little faster.

"How's that feel?"

"Oh, fuck," she gasped. "Go easy."

He slowed again, pressing it into her. Then he left it and shifted his position on the bed.

"What are you.... Ohhhhhh." She moaned as he drug his tongue over her protruding clit.

He licked and lapped at her, making her wild. Her hands went to her breasts and she pulled hard on her nipples as he did dirty things to her with his tongue. When he twisted the dildo inside her, spinning it as he gently sucked her clit, she climaxed with a squeal.

Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on the massive object inside her, trying to milk it. He released her clit and pumped the dildo in and out as she thrashed on the mattress. He kept stimulating her, kept moving the dildo until she grabbed his wrist with her hand and pushed him away. Even after that, she lay twitching for several seconds.

She floated back to reality and realized the dong was still about halfway inside her. Bearing down, she pushed it out with her vaginal muscles and felt it land between her legs on the sheets.

"Allison," Jesse breathed against her hip. "You're literally dripping. I'm watching your juices pool on the sheets. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

With effort, she lifted her hand and ruffled his hair. "I've got an idea," she said dreamily. She loved that he loved making her come, that he got so turned on by her pleasure.

"Roll over and get on all fours," he said as he got out of bed and rummaged up a condom. Then he guided her hips into the position he wanted—right at the edge of the bed so he could stand behind her. With his right hand he pushed between her shoulder blades and she lowered her head to the mattress.

She felt exposed with her ass sticking up in the air, but she didn't have long to think about it before Jesse thrust into her hard. He was gripping her hips with both hands, holding her still as he drove into her again and again and again. His balls slapping against her.

She let out a little grunt every time he slammed in to the hilt. He wasn't hurting her, but it was a little rough. She liked it. She especially liked the sounds tearing from his throat. He sounded wild, out of control. He'd really been pushed to his limits...by her. The thought was empowering.

Finally he climaxed, slumping over her, holding himself up with his arms, but still putting a lot of weight on her. His cock was still inside her. She waited, not moving, letting him catch his breath.

When he did pull out of her and stand, she rolled across the mattress making room for him. He fell onto the bed beside her, wiped out. She got up and got some tissue out of the bathroom to clean him off and dispose of the condom, then she snuggled up next to him and watched him while he slept.



Her Best Friend's Brother Ch. 04



"Are you hungry?" Jesse asked Allison, lightly rolling a nipple between his fingers.

They'd moved to his room a couple of hours ago and had alternated between lazily watching TV and playing with each other. Jesse's fascination with her breasts hadn't waned, and she was getting used to the near constant presence of his warm breath on her tits. Even while he'd napped earlier, he'd held her close, one hand cupped possessively around her left breast.

He suckled her now, his mouth drawing lightly on her erect nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair and cradled his head in her hands, letting the hot sucking sensation send coiling heat from her breasts through her abdomen to her pelvis.

"I could eat anytime," she whispered. "Are you?"

He lifted his head. "Yeah." He lightly nipped at the sensitive skin on the side of her breast, near her armpit.

"I'm confused. Are we talking about dinner or sex?"

"Both," he muttered. "I'm always hungry for sex. You will be too, after this weekend. But I also want pizza."

He propped himself up on an elbow and peered down at her. "How naughty are you willing to be?"

She swallowed and eyed him suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

They'd already been pretty naughty. Sex outside by the pool. Sex on the kitchen floor. Sex in his sister's—her best friend's—bedroom, sex with Carrie's dildo... Really, what else could he have in mind?

"If I have a pizza delivered, will you get it at the door?"

"Sure."

"In Carrie's robe?"

She hesitated. Her friend's robe—the robe she'd worn into the kitchen earlier was very short and practically transparent. It clung to her breasts and left nothing to the imagination. Letting Jesse see her in it was one thing. Opening the front door for the world—or the pizza guy—to see her in it was another.

"With nothing on underneath?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know how I feel about covering these up," he said, grazing his palm over the tips of her breasts so they peaked again.

"And it would turn you on if I did it?"

He kissed her lightly on the lips. "It'll turn you on. I promise."

He called in the order, tugged on a pair of baggy athletic shorts, and led her downstairs. The robe was still on the kitchen floor where he'd tossed it earlier. He picked it up and handed it to her. "Leave it open until the doorbell rings," he said.

The slippery satin was cool against her skin, but she knew it would quickly warm to her body temperature, which was rising as her anticipation about what Jesse had in mind grew. From her place near the front door, she watched him set out paper plates, napkins, and beers on the living room coffee table. Then he came into the foyer with a plastic cup of ice.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"You'll see." He set the cup on the entryway table and pressed some money into her hand. "Here, hang on to that." He backed her against the wall beside the door and kissed her. Slow. Wet. Sensual. He alternated between dipping his tongue into her mouth to rub against hers and sipping at her lips.

He could get her so hot so fast. She restlessly moved against him, bumping her hip against his semi-erection and sliding the hand that didn't hold the money into the waistband of his shorts. He laughed softly and caught both her wrists, pulling her arms up over her head.

She let him. He wasn't forceful. If she wanted free, she knew he'd release her, but she didn't want free. She wanted to see what he'd do next. With her arms raised, her big breasts jutted forward even more proudly than usual and his eyes narrowed as he looked his fill.

He held her wrists with one hand. With the other, he took a piece of ice from the cup and popped it in his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue before parting his lips and clamping the ice between his front teeth. He bent his head and touched the melting cube to one of her straining nipples.

She let out a squeal and bucked against the wall. The shock of the ice was spine twisting, and it was so cold it almost hurt.

He still held her arms above her with one hand. With the other, he pushed on her belly, keeping her in place on the wall, and after the initial surprise wore off, she calmed down.

Tucking her chin, she watched him—or rather, she watched the ice. Her nipple was numb now, puckered and hard and erect. He rubbed the melting cube over it again and again. Rivulets of cold water trailed down her stomach and side, making her shiver. Gooseflesh rose all over her body.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped when he switched to the other nipple and the needle pricks of cold stabbed her, but like before, the sensitive nub numbed quickly. When the ice cube melted away, his cold mouth met hers and the hand on her belly slid lower, over her mound, between her legs.

"Keep your hands up," he murmured against her lips. He released her wrists as the fingers playing over her pussy delved deeper to run along her slit. "Allison," he breathed. "You are so fucking wet." He fished another piece of ice out of the cup with his free hand and closed his fist around it. Almost immediately, cold water began to dribble through his fingers. He let it splash down onto her chest and breasts while thrusting a finger inside her.

Her eyelids drooped and she panted softly as the sensations from the steamy heat between her legs and the jolting cold on her breasts warred within her. His words made her hotter even as the cold water trickling down her body made her shake. As much as she loved his finger inside her and the creative eroticism of the ice, the dirty talk kicked her libido up to a whole new level.

He dropped the sliver of remaining ice onto the tile floor and shook his red, icy hand. "This turns you on," he said, shifting his finger inside her, probing deeper. "I think you like things a little kinky. I'll bet you've got all kinds of kinks. Things you don't even know turn you on yet." He crooked his finger and pushed on that sweet, knee-buckling spot "I want to know what they all are."

She whimpered and bucked her hips against his hand.

"I'm right, aren't I?" he asked.

He was, but she didn't answer right away.

"Answer me." He demanded and grazed her clit with his thumb.

"Yes," she panted.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, this turns me on. You turn me on." Her voice nearly cracked. His thumb was elusive—refusing to establish a rhythm or firm touch.

"Tell me what you want." The finger inside her tapped her g-spot.

"I..." She shook her head. She loved hearing him talk dirty to her, but talking dirty back was different.

He grasped her jaw with his cold fingers, sending more frigid jolts through her. He tilted her head, making her look at him. "Say it. Tell me what you want." For just a second, he gave her clit the contact it wanted—a firm, circular rub.

She let out a deep, guttural moan, but his thumb flitted away again. She blinked at him, then finally said, "I want to come. I want you to make me come."

The doorbell rang.

"I will," he whispered. "I promise I will." But he pulled his finger out of her and wiped it on his shorts. Then he gently lowered her arms to her sides while she remained frozen against the wall—trembling with a combination of cold and sexual frustration. He pulled the satin robe over her breasts and pressed it down on her damp skin with his palms, making it stick to her like plastic wrap, and it was nearly as transparent.

She hissed as he tweaked her nipples through the fabric, pinching hard and making them stand up just a little higher. He loosely knotted the belt at her waist.

The doorbell rang again.

He stepped behind her and nudged her forward, toward the door. When she stayed still, he took her hand and put it on the doorknob. "Open it."

She did, but just a crack.

"You ordered pizza, right?" A geeky guy in his early twenties asked. "A large half pepperoni, half cheese?"

It was dark out. The dim overhead light of the front porch gave everything a slightly yellow glow, and the bill of the delivery man's red and black cap cast his eyes in shadow. But Allison clearly saw his jaw drop when Jesse reached around her, laid his hand on hers again, and pulled the door open wide enough to reveal her body.

"Y...y...yes," she stammered and took the box with trembling hands.

Luckily, Jesse reached around and grabbed it before she dropped it. He set it on the floor just inside the door.

Then she stood there, staring at the guy who couldn't look away from her chest. She wanted to back into the house and slam the door, but Jesse was right behind her, keeping her in place.

Several awkward seconds passed. Then she felt Jesse's hand on the back of her thigh, slowly moving upward, under the robe. 'Noooo...' she thought, but she didn't move. He lightly pinched the curve of her bottom and she made a little noise, part gasp, part whimper.

At the sound, the pizza guy's attention returned to her face. "I'm sorry... I... uhhh... Sorry... Your total... Ummm..." His hands fumbled with the receipt as he searched for the amount.

Jesse eased two fingers into the wetness between her legs, and Allison's lips parted on a tiny, "Ohhhh."

"It's $15.52," he said, licking his lips, then swallowing hard.

She thrust the money Jesse had given her at the delivery guy, her hand shaking, her everything shaking, as Jesse moved his fingers forward a little more. He grazed her clit and she grimaced. "Here. God. Just take it," she ground out, waving the money.

He did.

She pressed back against Jesse, trying to push him back into the house so they could close the door.

Jesse wrapped his other arm around her instead, covering one breast with his hand and gripping the nipple between his thumb and middle finger. His finger on her clit continued to rub in tiny circles.

She sagged against him, practically sobbing. She was embarrassed, humiliated to be so turned on in front of a stranger. This was trashy. She was acting like a slut, yet hot desire dripped out of her and flooded Jesse's hand. She didn't want to be seen like this, but being seen like this made her hotter than she'd ever been. It didn't make sense. But right now, she couldn't think about it. All she could think about was how close she was to coming.

She bucked her hips on Jesse's hand, unable to take her eyes off the stunned pizza guy who had wadded the cash into a ball in his clenched fist.

"You can keep the change, man," Jesse said and backed up a step, practically having to drag her as dead weight.

He kicked the door closed, turned the lock with fingers still sticky from her pussy juices, and pulled her into the living room. In two quick tugs the robe was on the floor.

"Bend over the back of the chair," he growled and positioned her so her belly leaned into the cushiony top of an easy chair.

Obediently, she bent forward. She reached over the chair and braced her hands on the arms. Behind her, she heard the soft whoosh of fabric as Jesse rid himself of his shorts. Then the foil rustle of a condom wrapper. It took seconds, but it felt like forever as she waited there with her ass thrust up in the air and her head bent down.

Then his hands gripped her hips and lifted her feet off the floor. She was balancing on the back of the chair on her stomach and hanging on with her hands when his cock pushed into her. She grunted and gripped the floral upholstery harder.

His movements were fast and hard and rough. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly beneath her, slapping audibly against her torso with Jesse's every outstroke. His fingers dug into her thighs as he pounded into her, breathing hard. He might have been groaning. She wasn't sure. Her pulse throbbed in her ears and she let out a high pitched "Oh!" with every thrust, so she couldn't hear much else.

She felt him jerk behind her though. And she heard the curses. "Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Then he thrust a few more times before folding himself over her, almost smashing her with his weight, panting into her ear.

She hadn't come. She'd been close, but then it was over. She'd been close so many times in the last hour it wasn't funny anymore. She was about to tell Jesse so when he eased off her and let his cock side free.

He put one hand between her legs and stroked her clit. With the other, he rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, Allie. Jesus, you were so fucking hot in that doorway."

Heat immediately rekindled in her pussy.

"I can't believe you did it. That you stood there and let him look at your tits. And you fucking loved it. Your pussy juices were practically rolling down your legs when I touched you."

They were pouring out of her now. And she was so close... So close...

"My hand is soaked," he breathed. He slid his free hand up her back and grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging lightly. "You are a dirty little girl, Allie."

That did it. With a tiny scream she came so hard she thought she might black out, ripples of ecstasy flowing through her. She went limp over the chair. Her head would have dropped down onto the seat were it not for his grip on her hair.

Gently, he gathered her into his arms and laid her on the couch. He got a clean damp dishcloth from the kitchen and cleaned them both up. Then he pulled her into his lap and fed her bites of pizza while he played with her hair.

"I don't think you're going to learn everything you need to know about your sexuality this weekend," he said.

She looked at him, wide-eyed. Hoping he was implying that they would be together beyond this, but afraid to voice her thoughts out loud.

He cupped a breast. "We're going to be at the same college. There's no reason this can't be a long term thing."

"You mean, like your girlfriend?"

He nodded. "I love your kinks. But I want them for myself."

"I don't want anybody else to have them," she whispered.

"Others might get to look once in a while," he said, pinching a nipple. "But not touch."

She agreed. She wondered what Carrie would make of this when she got home. It didn't matter. Allison wasn't giving Jesse up, but she hoped she could keep them both—her best friend and her best friend's brother.

End of Series.