A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother: Complete Box Set (2 page)

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He was against
the wall with her finger in his chest. She shook her head and turned
around. Just as she reached out to open the door, his hand wrapped
around her arm and turned her. He stepped forward, grabbed the back
of her neck, and brought his lips down on hers hard, as he pinned her
against the door with his body. She gasped as his mouth worked hers
open and his tongue commanded entrance. Her hands went to his hair
without thinking, and she instantly felt a buzz shoot through her
body. The heat in his kiss was like nothing she had ever felt before.
She slid one hand down over his hard chest and moaned into his mouth.
Their tongues danced together with such passion. Every feeling she
had for him, good and bad, was being poured into that kiss. He shoved
his knee between her legs and spread them apart. She felt every part
of his hard body against her. His other hand grabbed onto her ass and
pulled her closer to him. She could feel his hardness was right
there. He felt huge. His chest pushed into hers as he pinned her to
the door.

“Fuck,”
he said, as he pulled her lower lip between his teeth.

His knee rubbed
her pussy through her jeans as she ground against him. He grabbed the
bottom of her shirt, pulled it up, and squeezed her breast through
the lace of her bra. She whispered his name as he leaned down and
pulled her bra lower with his teeth. He took her nipple into his
mouth and tugged it as he sucked. Her hand, still wrapped in his
hair, pulled him toward her.

“You're so
perfect,” he said, as he looked up into her eyes.

Oh shit! Her
thoughts broke her from the moment. What the hell was going on, she
thought? It was Brad. There was no way she could be with her best
friend's brother. She pushed him away from her and tried to catch her
breath. He looked at her with sadness in his eyes. What was he
thinking, she wondered? He didn't give a shit about her. Why did he
look like he even cared? What would he do if he found out she was a
virgin? Would he be her first and then make fun of her later? He
would be out getting laid later that night anyway. She shook her head
as she came to her senses. As hard as it was to walk away from him,
she knew she had to.

“I have to
go,” she said with a tear in her eye. “I can't do this
with you.”

“What?
Why?” he asked.

“I'm not
like the rest of them, Brad. I don't want to be a notch on the belt
of the star football player. You're even more popular now that you're
in college. They talk about you everywhere. I'm not that girl. I'll
never be that girl. Go find one of the girls that are usually waiting
for you when you come home. Tell your sister to come over when she
gets home. I can't be here.”

“Stop!”
he snapped. “Please, don't leave. You have no idea how long
I've waited to see you.”

“Yeah,
right!” I snapped back. “I'm not thirteen anymore. I
won't put up with the same stuff I used to. I'm a different person
now.”

“You don't
think I could be?” he asked.

“No, I
don't,” she said. “You were my first kiss, Brad. It meant
the world to me, but it never meant shit to you. I won't give you the
satisfaction of being my first anything else. I didn't mean to see
you. I should never have come over.”

Quick
ly,
she swung the door open and left. She knew a few tears slipped from
her eyes as she spoke to him. It was so hard to hold back her
feelings. Seeing him was harder than she thought. Why did he have to
look and feel so perfect? Why did he have to kiss her like she
mattered? Why did it feel so good? As soon as she got home, she sent
Karen a text.

Rachel: Come
over when you get home. I just want to relax.

Karen: Okay.

When Karen
finally walked in, the girls hugged for a few minutes. They were
surprised that they missed each other as much as they did. It seemed
like minutes passed when they took a breath from talking about school
and looked at the clock. It was already midnight. They were both
tired from their trips home. Karen was excited about a boy she met
and spent most of the time talking about him and how she had lost her
virginity to him. Rachel had talked to a couple of guys, but hadn't
found them worthy of taking her virginity. Not that she thought she
was special, but she wanted to care about the guy she had sex with
for the first time. She thought about Brad and how passionately he'd
kissed her just hours earlier. No guy had ever had made her feel like
that with a kiss. It was hard to sit there with his sister and not
think about him. She knew she was just tired and needed some sleep.
Everything would be better in the morning.

“I'm really
tired,” Rachel said. “I think I need some sleep. My mom
will most likely wake me up early tomorrow to help her cook dinner
for us. We aren't having a big turkey or anything, but I know she'll
want to talk about school.”

“Okay,”
Karen replied. “My mom wanted me to invite you two over for
dinner. It's just the four of us this year. My grandparents aren't
coming. I think my mom already told your mom about it. She told me
this morning you two were coming.”

“We're
coming to your house for Thanksgiving dinner?” Rachel asked.

“Yep,”
Karen answered. “I'll let you get some sleep. See you
tomorrow.”

“I can't
wait,” Rachel replied.

She tried to
sleep, but all she could think about was kissing Brad. The feeling of
his teeth against her lip was still there. She reached up and rubbed
the spot she could still feel him on. How was she going to sit
through dinner with him in the same room, she wondered? Finally, she
drifted off to sleep. She had dreamt about him before, but never as
vivid as she did that night. When she woke up in a sweat and looked
over at the clock, she knew she needed to get rid of her stress. It
was only four o'clock in the morning. The only light in her room was
from the moon outside and clock on the desk.

Rachel slid her
hand beneath her covers and under her panties. She closed her eyes as
she rubbed her finger through her already wet folds. Her kiss with
Brad played through her mind. The way his hand felt as he held her
head and claimed her mouth had her breathing deep. She thought about
how amazing it felt when his hand rubbed up her stomach to her chest.
He cupped her breast and took her nipple into his mouth. She could
feel her nipples harden beneath her blankets. As her other hand went
to her breast, she rubbed her clit with her fingers. She could see
herself pinned against his door with his knee between her legs. The
way his body felt against hers was hot. She could see herself being
with him. Her mind wandered to what he looked like under his clothes,
as she rubbed herself a little quicker. What would have happened if
she hadn't left, she wondered?

She pictured his
hand going beneath her jeans and cupping her mound. A moan escaped
her lips as she thought about him rubbing her wet pussy with his
fingers. She had pleasured herself many times, but she knew it would
be different with him touching her. She rolled her nipple through her
fingers as she arched her back. Her palm slid across her clit as she
entered herself with one finger. Her head went back and her chest
went forward as she squeezed her breast and fingered herself. The
entire time she thought about Brad's fingers being inside of her. He
would kiss her hard as he fucked her with them. She ground against
her finger as she took it in and out with speed. When she slid a
second finger in, she had to bite her lip to stop the noise that
wanted to escape her. Thinking about Brad, she fucked herself hard
and deep with her own fingers. Her palm continued to hit her clit as
she ground herself against her hand. The more she thought about his
mouth on her, the closer she got to edge of her release. She thought
about him stripping her naked and thrusting his huge cock into her as
she moaned his name and felt her pussy tighten around her fingers
when her orgasm took her over. She continued to thrust them in deeper
until her breathing returned to normal.

She rolled over
and closed her eyes. One dinner, she thought. She could get through
one dinner. Only three more days and she could go back to school and
not have to think about him.

When she opened
her eyes in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Karen had
text her yet. It was noon and Rachel couldn't believe she had slept
so late. There was one text, but she didn't recognize the number.

Unknown: I'm not
the same person either.

Who the heck was
it, she thought? The only person she could think of was Brad, but how
did he get her number?

Rachel: How did
you get my number?

Instantly there
was a reply.

Unknown: I looked
through my sister's phone. That one kiss meant something to me. What
makes you think it didn't?

Rachel: You never
mentioned it again. Then, you turned into someone else. It doesn't
matter anymore anyway. That was a very long time ago.

She programmed
his number into her phone so he wouldn't catch her by surprise again.

Brad: Yes, it
does matter. I looked forward to seeing you each time I came back
home. I've waited two years to see you. When I opened that door, I
couldn't believe it was really you standing there. I can't believe
you purposely blew me off all that time.

Rachel: Just go
back to treating me like I'm less than you, please. You were always
good at that.

Brad: You were my
sister's best friend and only fifteen when I left for college. Things
were different then.

Rachel: Yes, they
were. Bye.

Brad: I'll see
you at dinner.

Rachel: I'm not
feeling well. I'm not coming.

Brad: Yes, you
are. My parents have been waiting to see you. I'll leave you alone as
long as you agree to show up.

Rachel: I'll come
for one hour. Then I'm leaving.

Brad: Fine.

She threw the
phone down on her bed and went to take a shower. Her mom knocked on
her bedroom door just as she was finishing her hair and makeup. They
sat and talked for a few minutes before heading to dinner at the
neighbors. Rachel's mom had picked up a pie to take with them. As
they stood in front of her friend's door, Rachel let out a huge
breath. I can do this, she thought.

Karen's parents
were so excited to see Rachel. They both wrapped her in a hug and
pulled her into the living room. She sat down on the couch and
answered all of their questions. It was strange how much they wanted
to know about what had been going on with her. She felt like they
cared more than her own mother did. Her mom sat and quietly listened
to the conversation.

Brad and Karen
walked in laughing and joking with each other. Rachel could see how
much Karen loved her brother. He seemed to have a different attitude
than he had when he first left for college. Maybe he was different,
but she wasn't willing to take the risk of finding out. They all sat
around the big dining room table. Karen's parents began by saying
they were thankful to have all three kids home at the same time.
Rachel's mom said she was thankful for family. Karen was thankful for
four days at home. Rachel wasn't sure what to say. She looked up and
noticed that Brad was watching her. Finally, she said she was
thankful to be home. Brad looked her in the eye and said he was
thankful for life, friends, and family.

They all filled
their plates and separate conversations began around the table.
Rachel's mom asked Brad what he had been doing the last two years.
She hadn't seen him either. He talked about school and how good he
was doing. Football was going well and professional teams were
looking at him. He said there wasn't much time left for anything
else. She asked him about his summers. He worked during the summer
and played football. There was a soup kitchen close to campus that he
said he volunteered at three days a week during the summer. Rachel
looked up at him. She had always been into volunteering and helping
those in need, but he always laughed and messed with her about it.

Rachel needed to
get out of the room. Was he just saying things he knew she wanted to
hear, she wondered?

“I'll be
back in a few minutes. I need to get some air,” Rachel said.

She stood up and
walked outside, down the driveway, and onto the sidewalk. There were
footsteps behind her. She knew they belonged to Brad.

“What do
you want?” she asked.

“I wanted
to make sure you were okay,” he said.

“What was
that about soup kitchens? You used to make fun of me for helping
people,” she said.

“I told
you, I'm not the same person anymore. When I first left home for
school, I partied. By the end of my first year, I was done. I needed
to do things that made me happy. You used to love helping people, and
a friend asked me if I wanted to go and help at a nearby soup kitchen
with them. It was summer, and I missed my family. I went with them
and realized I liked it and enjoyed talking to the people that were
there. Each week I helped and got to know them. That was it. I really
do like it.”

“Good for
you,” she said. “It's good that you do something to help
other people.”

They walked back
up to his house in silence. When she got inside, she asked her mom if
she was ready to go home. They had only talked for a few minutes
earlier, and she wanted to spend some time with her. When they got
home, they watched a movie together and then Rachel went to her room.
She couldn't get her mind off of Brad.

The next day
Rachel and Karen went out for the day to do all of the things they
used to do. They shopped at the mall, went to the movies, and went
out to dinner. Just as they were coming home, Brad was leaving. He
looked so gorgeous. His brown hair was still wet from his shower.
Rachel looked up at his blue eyes. She noticed his tight jeans snug
around his perfect ass. His t-shirt hugged his muscles. She found
herself thinking about what was under that shirt when she heard him
laugh. Her eyes went back to his. He had the biggest smirk on his
face. She heard a grunt escape her lips before she could stop it.

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