In Love With My Boyfriend’s Brother

“My brother arrives today from Canada.”

I read the message and remember that Matt commented on this a few days ago. That his younger brother had finished school and would be coming to New York to live with him.

” What time will he arrive?”

I am interested to know, for good reason. Matt soon answers:

“His flight arrives afternoon.”

I had to stay late finishing a college paper and didn’t have time to meet Matt and since we will have his apartment to ourselves for a short time, I already have a plan in mind to make a proper farewell. I just reply:

“Okay. Good night, love.”

And I lay down to sleep for at least the rest of the night, I have to wake up very early if I want to surprise him before he goes jogging in the morning. The alarm goes off at 5:15 a. m., I jump out of bed. I am still sleepy, but I am determined to go to Matt’s apartment. We have been together for over a year now and it has been the best months of my life. Matt is amazing, romantic, and always gives me wonderful surprises, like outings, dinners, trips, and today I’ve decided it’s my turn. As soon as I get out of my car I look at the clock, it is still 6:15.

He usually leaves exactly at 6:30 if I arrive soon I will be able to stop him from leaving. I put on only black lingerie and a trench coat over it, so it won’t be hard to convince him to stay. I smile at the thought of this and his surprised face. I make as little noise as possible as I open the front door with the key he has given me since the beginning of our relationship. The lights in the whole apartment are off and it’s nice in here, not cold like it is outside. I tiptoe to his room, open the door slowly, I can see a silhouette under the blanket, I thank the heavens that I made it before he left.

I undo the knot I made in the front of my trench coat and place it on a chair nearby, I give my hair a slight shake to make it look messy and slightly sexy. This is not my style, but if I want to innovate today, then anything goes, even being different than I usually act. Wearing only my lingerie, I walk to the other side of the bed and lightly pull the blanket over me as I approach him. I like the warmth that comes from him because it makes me forget how cold it was on the way here, but just knowing that I’m close to him makes my body temperature rise.

I get closer now with my body even closer to his, I put my hand on his arm, my face is at the height of his neck, I deposit a kiss half delayed there and just feel him move slowly, he seems to be in a deep sleep, but let’s change this quickly. I close my eyes because I’m loving this perfume while I kiss his neck one more time. My hand goes down his arm, taking a lower direction. He’s shirtless, but… Is he wearing jeans?

Matt doesn’t usually sleep like this, but it doesn’t matter now, I’m already at a point where I don’t want to pay attention to the details anymore, I want him kissing me and holding me tight like he always does and he does it well. And thinking about it all makes me feel more in need of him. I want to feel him.

Then I move my hand down a little further finding something warm, soft, and just the way I need it to be, really ready. I make smooth, rhythmic movements as I continue kissing him and now I can hear him breathing heavily and its sexy music to my ears which only makes me intensify my hand movements. And I feel him turn to me, his body resting on top of mine and I open my eyes to meet his eyes, which I’m sure are just as burning with desire as mine and I have my best smile andI scream.

These eyes are looking at me intensely and confused at the same time, but they are not Matt’s eyes. Ouch, damn it! That’s all I can say. The guy still looks sleepy and confused. I try to move to get out from under this guy, but he instinctively holds my arms and asks me to stay calm. Then he starts laughing. I don’t understand why he’s laughing, but it makes me angrier. I say:

“You’re not Matt!”

He just replies with a half-smile:

“I’m not, but I swear at the moment I wish I was.”

He then lets go of me and falls to the side of the bed and I realize something. This hair, the smile, even the body. I quickly get up from the bed.

” Damn it! You’re his brother!”

He is still reveling in the situation because he is laughing as he puts his hand to his eyes. But as soon as his eyes open and he looks at me, he seems kind of serious now. He looks me up and down and only then do I realize that I am only wearing black tiny lingerie.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

I turn around on the bed trying to hide my body with my hands even though I know it is doing no good. I look once more in his direction and he is following me with his eyes. I ask:

“Where’s Matt?”

As if that would somehow take his attention away from my body, but I know that’s not happening. At least he stopped laughing.

“I don’t know, I think he went for a walk or something.”

I continue:

“Why are you here? You’re not supposed to be here now.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He just smiles at my statement and says:

“I took a different flight than planned and arrived at five o’clock this morning.”

I realize that I am still wearing almost nothing as I talk to him. I look around for my trench coat, but can’t find it, more nervousness I guess. He then gets up and walks over to me and approaches that chair and hands it to me.

“Are you looking for this?”

He has a half-smile, which I would say is sexy if it weren’t for the situation. I keep my eyes on his for a brief second and hold on getting dressed as fast as I can. As soon as I’m done, he takes a deep breath, still looking amused, and says:

“Let me see, you must be Skyler?”

I force a dull smile. He continues:

“I’m Yan.”

He holds out his hand to me and I hold it without much firmness as I say:

“Yeah, now I know.”

He finds this amusing. I don’t. There is silence. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life, I want to ask him what he’s doing in Matt’s room, but I can’t say anything. Just stare at some part of the room that isn’t him. Because I swear I’ve been staring too long at this abdomen. I keep my arms folded tightly around my body as if he hadn’t already seen me almost naked minutes ago and thinking about it I want to disappear now. But I hear the door opening. Matt comes in saying:

“Yan, I took the opportunity and bought the coffee….”

But he interrupts what he was about to say when he sees me and says:

“Sky?”