My Best Friend’s Brother

He closes the door behind him and stares at me. He looks kind of serious when he asks:

”Do you hate me?”

It takes me by surprise. But I think Chris wants an answer, so I sayNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

”I don’t know yet.”

He laughs. Then he walks over and turns me around so my back is to the door.

Chris kisses me again, but he doesn’t stay in my mouth. He goes down slowly, sucks on each of my breasts, and looks at me smiling. While his hands go slowly down my body, he says:

” It’s a shame you don’t hate me anymore. I wanted to make you change your mind.”

Desire clenches when I hear him say it, smiling like that.

And he comes back to my mouth and turns me around, taking steps towards my bed.

He makes me lie down, looks at me for a while, and smiles again.

I even close my eyes for a moment because the sight of that smile kills me. It has always been my most significant reason for thinking stupid thoughts late at night.

He comes over to me and kisses me again.

As we kiss, I begin to think about what I am doing. It feels good, and I won’t deny it. I’ve wanted it for a long time, but kissing my best friend’s brother makes me feel a little guilty.

I hold his shoulder. He opens his eyes and looks at me, surprised.

I question:

”What are we doing?”

He looks at me confused, then smiles and says:

”Well, I am trying to start some foreplay.”

I end up biting my lips to keep from laughing again. This guy doesn’t exist. Then he smiles too and continues:

”I think foreplay has been going on for quite a while, and I’m not talking about last night and…”

I go to his mouth and make him shut up now.

… Chris…

I’m not sure what it was that I said that made her come to me like that, but I’m not going to be such an idiot as to question it either.

I know that for a few seconds, I saw in her eyes that she was overthinking about us being here in her room, in her bed, and I should do something fast so that she wouldn’t change her mind as usual and make me walk away from her.

So I just started talking the first shit that came into my head.

Our foreplay began the instant we laid eyes on each other, and as much as she won’t admit it, I know this to be true.

Despite the games and teasing, I know that deep down, somehow, she also wanted me the way I wanted her, the way we are now.

She removes the shirt. I forget about anything going through my head at such an inopportune moment.

I move from her body, getting on my knees between her legs while she still lies.

I run my eyes down her body.

I take a deep breath, and she bites her lips as she smiles, asking:

”Can you take off your shirt?”

I reply with a smile:

”Sure.”

She puts her weight on her hands and sits in front of me as I take off my shirt.

She then looks at me for a while. She says nothing, moistens her lips with her tongue, and has no idea what this is doing to me.

She slowly lifts a hand and touches my chest, causing me to close my eyes and then open them quickly, hoping that she hasn’t noticed what her simple touch is doing to me.

And she slowly moves her hand down my abdomen. Thankfully, she is following her hands with her eyes, not looking directly into my face and seeing how much this is killing me.

I know every part of me is itching to fully sink into her and do everything I’ve been planning for a long time, but I also like the slow, torturous way she’s conducting this here.

She then moves her hand down to the waistband of my pants, stops there for a moment, raises her eyes, and looks at me.

And when I finally think she’s going to get rid of my jeans, she pulls her hand away, smiles, and walks away again.

I don’t understand where she’s going with this and…

My thought is interrupted when she takes her hands behind her back and opens her bra, pulling it off her body.

I smile again and say:

” I can’t believe you want to play even at the moment like this.”

She smiles and says:

” It’s not a game. I’m just wondering which of us will stop trying to resist first.”

I don’t care what she has in mind, and I know that I’ve waited too long, and I don’t care if I lose anything, as long as I win her. So I go to meet her again and kiss her.

… Molly…

Right?

Wrong?

Right?

Damn it, Molly!

I don’t want to think about right or wrong right now.

Not now, when something I’ve wanted so much, even when I insisted on denying it to myself, is about to happen.

I know he realizes I’m a little confused because he starts talking about things that make me stop thinking about right or wrong and go to his mouth and kiss him again.

Is it hot in here, or is it just my desire for this guy to raise my body temperature?

And I had forgotten how hot his kiss was until last night when we kissed again, which didn’t let me sleep well all night.

I just wanted one more chance to kiss him again, and I’m thankful he did that minutes ago while we were in the living room.

Focus, Molly!

I take off my T-shirt. The heat should go away with it. The problem is that how he looks at me as soon as I do this only raises my temperature even more.

Then I realized I liked it when he looked at me like that. I like it when we tease each other because it makes me forget about everything else and makes me feel in control of how I think of him.