Wilson's Hard Lesson

by K. Anderson

  “I’m sorry,” Kylie apologized. “It’s just that I- oh crap.”

  “What?” Daisy asked, following her friend’s line of sight. Her eyes went large as she took in the sexy hunk that just walked in the door. “Tell me that is not your brother,” she said, her own fantasies already running wild.”

  “Yep,” Kylie sighed, wishing the feeling of wanting would go away. “That’s him all right.”

  Brandon had come through the door with two of his high school friends, Jake and Thomas. From what Kylie could remember from the small town gossip, Jake had gone to school in Johnstown and had become an x-ray technician at their county hospital, and Thomas, not much for book smarts, took over his uncle’s auto repair shop that rested way back in the boonies. His customers were usually the old farmers that needed tractor repairs or, by some grace of God, ways to keep the hundred-year-old pickup trucks going.

  “As I live and breathe,” Daisy said, letting her slight southern drawl come out a bit heavier than usual. “Brandon Baker.”

  Brandon smiled down at Kylie’s old friend and opened his arms to receive her hug. “Hi Daisy. You’re looking good girl.”

  Giggling, Daisy smoothed her hands down her pale yellow sundress, and once again tossed her freshly relaxed hair over her shoulder. “You’re lookin’ pretty good yourself there, soldier,” Daisy replied, batting her eyelashes.

  “You girls remember Jake and Thomas don’t you?” Brandon asked, waving to his two friends.

  “Oh I remember you,” Daisy replied, taking on a meaner tone. She bawled up her fists and planted them on her hips. “You two boys used always throw water balloons right at my hair!”

  Jake had the decency to try and stifle his chuckle, whereas Thomas just flat out laughed.

  “Well yeah,” Thomas laughed. “Because you always screamed the loudest.”

  With an open hand Daisy swiped at his tanned, muscled shoulder. “That’s because black girls don’t like getting their hair wet. Especially when it just got done!”

  This time Jake couldn’t fight back the laughter, and even Brandon had a hard time not joining in. It was a long time ago, but all three men could still remember how angry Daisy had been every time she got his with one of their water balloons. She’d stomp her little feet, curse the devil, and go running to Kylie.

  “Well,” Jake said through his laughter. “To make up for such dirty deeds that we cast upon you ladies so long ago, what do you say you let us buy your drinks for the night?”

  “Pssh, please,” Daisy said, folding her arms and rolling her eyes. “We all know ya’ll make diddly squat.”

  “Actually, no. Not anymore. Jake here got promoted to chief technician, and I just landed an account at the grainery,” Thomas explained. As proof, he pulled out a wad of cash and flashed it in her face. “So please. Let us make it up to you?”

  ~

  Kylie laughed with her entire body as she heard Jake and Brandon retelling the story about how Thomas had burned his eyebrows clear off of his face. She had felt a sense of dread when she first saw Brandon and the boys walk into the bar. But to her surprise, they were all actually having a really good time. They had ordered a few more appetizers, and just like Thomas and Jake had promised, they had gotten everyone a fresh round of drinks. Now, everyone was clearly buzzed, and having a great time recalling the shenanigans of their youth.

  “Hey, can you scoot out?” Kylie asked Daisy. “I have to pee.” After the guys had arrived, the two girls had taken one side of the booth, and had given the boys the other.

  “Oh, I’ll go too,” Daisy said, taking her hand. “Come on girl.”

  Together the two young women made their way back to the one stall unisex bathroom, where they took turns holding the door shut for one another.

  “You know, I kind of expected Thomas to have a big old beer gut like his daddy and uncle did,” Daisy mused as she hovered above the toilet seat. “But he’s actually in really good shape.”

  “That surprised me too,” Kylie admitted, prancing back and forth against the door, waiting her turn. “So you really haven’t seen him?”

  Daisy had decided to get her associate’s degree, but stopped there. With the connections her mother had, and her degree, she’d been able to land a job at the bank as an assistant manager. Unlike Kylie, Daisy was a homebody, and had no desire to go out and see the world.

  From inside the stall Daisy flushed the toilet, straightened her dress, and came out. As they switched places, she answered Kylie’s question. “I haven’t worked at the teller stations in a while, but honestly, I don’t think he comes in at all. He runs a cash business and the old cabin he stays in was bought and paid for before he was even born,” she explained.

  Once done, the girls washed their hands and headed back out to their booth, where they were surprised to see that the seating arrangements had been changed.

  “What’s this?” Daisy asked, raising an eyebrow. “Us girls got to stick together you know.”

  Jake got up out of the booth and leaned down to whisper into Daisy’s ear. “Actually Thomas was hoping to sit next to you, and I was hoping to sit next to Kylie. You know, to get to know each other again.”

  Daisy smiled coyly, and gave a subtle nod. “All right,” she whispered. “But if there’s any unwanted handsy stuff from you or him, I’m kickin’ both your asses,” she warned.

  “On my honor ma’am,” Jake replied, holding his hands up in surrender.

  “Honey I’m going to sit on this side with Thomas, okay? Why don’t you sit over there with Brandon and Jake?”

  “Yeah man,” Jake said, motioning for Brandon to come out of the booth. Why don’t you let Kylie slide in there and you can sit on my other side?”

  “I’m fine here,” Brandon said simply. Before Jake could argue, Kylie slid into the booth right up to her brother and patted the outside seat beside her.

  “You sitting down or not?” She asked.

  Jake held back a sigh of frustration, and slide in beside her. At least it was better than nothing, he thought. Once again the table fell easily into conversation, and another round was ordered. By that time, everyone was getting overly affectionate with one another; even Thomas and Daisy had their arms wrapped around one another as if they had been dating for years.

  “I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this,” Kylie admonished as she took in the lighthearted scene. “But this actually turned into a really nice night. It looks like boys can turn into men after all!”

  Brandon’s hand landed softly on her bare, smooth thigh, and he smiled over at her fondly. “I’ll drink to that,” he said, raising his glass of beer.

  “Here, here!” Thomas yelled, encouraging the toast. Together all five of them raised their glassed to the center of the table and toasted the night. Kylie, needing something to distract her from the warm hand that was rest on her cool, naked thigh, downed the rest of her drink. She both loved and hated that she had decided to wear such short shorts. Brandon’s touch was sending warm, intoxicating little shivers up her spine, even though he was barely moving his hand. On her other side, Jake looked a little too drunk, and ready to try some touching of his own.

  Tentatively, he put his arm around Kylie, hoping that she would be okay with the intimate touching. Kylie froze as she felt the arm go around her, and her eyes darted between her brother and his friend. Neither was looking at her, but instead was focused on one another. She felt a discomfort rising above them, and suddenly felt as if the night would not end on a good note if they didn’t call it soon.

  “Hey, um, you know what? I think I’m a little bit too buzzed,” Kylie confessed, laughing at her own incapacity to handle alcohol. “Daisy, how do you feel?”

  “Nowhere near good enough to drive,” she confessed, leaning heavily into Thomas’s shoulder.

  “Me either,” Thomas admitted.

  Jake, trying to be the hero, spoke up. “Hey if you guys want, I have an empty house all to myself with couches and a coupl
e spare bedrooms. It’s only a block away, so if you want to crash with me I’m cool with it.” He looked over to Kylie, hopeful. “What do you say there, chick?”

  “I’m good to drive,” Brandon said, answering the question for her. “I’ll get us home.”

  “Great!” Daisy gushed, standing shakily on her feet. “Thomas, are you cool with crashing with me at Jake’s?”

  “Hell yeah!” Thomas said, sliding out of the booth. “Let me just go take care of the tab.” As he did so, Jake turned back to Brandon, looking him over carefully.

  “Are you sure you’re okay to drive man?” He asked.

  “Fit as a fiddle,” Brandon promised. “Really. We’ll be fine.”

  Jake’s eyes passed over Brandon and Kylie, who were still the only ones sitting in the booth. “All right. Well get home safe you two, and call me in the morning man.”

  “Will do buddy,” Brandon assured him.

  Together the group stood up and walked outside. Each of them hugged Kylie then Brandon, and started wobbling down the street towards Jake’s house. Before Jake turned to follow them, he pulled out a slip of paper and pushed it into Kylie’s hand.

  “I know you’re only home for the summer,” he said, with a coy smile. “But, if you were interested in having some fun before you go back to school, I hope you’ll give me a call.”

  Kylie felt a blush rise in her cheeks as she took the slip of paper into her hand. “Wow, um- thanks Jake,” she stammered. “If I’m interested I’ll definitely give you a call.”

  Jake’s smile faltered at her answer, but he quickly regained his composure. It was not the excited yes he’d been hoping for, but it wasn’t a flat out turn down either.

  “Great! Well, goodnight.”

  Without another word Jake turned on his heel and headed down the street in an attempt to catch up to Thomas and Daisy, who were actually headed the wrong way.”

  “Are you really okay to drive?” Kylie asked, turned to Brandon.

  He shook his head. “No. But I didn’t feel like spending the night trying to protect you from Jake either. Come on. The motel is just a street down. I already promised Lou I’d be back to get my car in the morning.” He held out his hand, and waited for her to take it. For a moment she just stared at it, letting the mixture of excitement and nerves wash over her.

  CHAPTER 5

  Kylie’s mind raced as she looked over the bedroom Brandon had gotten for them. To his credit, he had tried for a double room, but the motel only had king size beds available. In the lobby, he purchased a few bottles of water and a bottle of four-dollar red wine for them. Currently Brandon was unscrewing the cap and pouring it into two cups for each of them.

  “Sorry if I was being a little over protective at the bar,” Brandon said as he walked towards her. “I just wanted to let Jake know that there was no way in hell I was going to let him take you home.”

  Kylie let out a nervous laugh and graciously took the cup of wine. Yes, she was already pretty buzzed. But she didn’t care. She liked the way she was feeling, and didn’t want it to stop.

  “No it’s okay. It shocked me a little when you put your hand on my thigh, but I didn’t mind it. Actually, it was kind of nice,” she admitted. “The only time I felt awkward was when Jake put his arm around me. I didn’t really like that.”

  Brandon grunted and swallowed half of the wine in his cup. “Yeah. I didn’t quite like the way that made me feel either.”

  Kylie, surprised, laughed and scooted further up the bed until she was sitting cross-legged against the headboard. Her tiny shorts barely covered the essentials, and with her legs folded the way they were, it made it impossible for Brandon not to notice. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

  “How did it make you feel, brother?” Kylie asked, intrigued.

  Brandon rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes. “Please don’t call me that. It’s not like we’re related. You’re not my sister,” he pushed.

  Kylie shrugged, enjoying teasing him. “Maybe not by blood, but you’ve always looked out for me like a brother.”

  She watched as several emotions passed over Brandon’s face at once. Finally, he sighed and reached out to stroke her cheek.

  “For a long time I looked at you like a sister,” he admitted, his voice low and full of sin. “But this last week, and probably from here on out; I won’t look at you like a sister again.”

  Kylie’s heart went into overdrive as she felt a surge of wetness splash over her panties. “You won’t?” She rasped.

  Brandon shook his head, leaning closer. “I can’t,” he whispered. In one swift motion he raised his hand and captured the back of Kylie’s head, pulling her close to him so that his lips could mold perfectly over hers. She moaned in pleasure as soon as they made contact, and Brandon quickly pulled her into his arms, not caring one bit that the wine in her cup splashed over his. Throwing his empty cup to the side, Brandon used both hands to pull her up until she was straddling his lap.

  Her kiss had been tentative at first, but as soon as Kylie was in his lap she changed gears. Her lips and tongue were playing sensually over his, licking and nibbling and suckling as her fingernails scratched over the fabric of his t-shirt. She wanted him, as much as he wanted her, of that Brandon was absolutely sure. Still, he needed to hear her say it. Painfully he wrenched his lips away from hers, leaving them both panting.

  “Tell me you want this,” he groaned, his green eyes begging for truth. “I need to hear you say it.”

  “I want you,” Kylie whispered back immediately. “I don’t want to stop.”

  That was more than enough of an answer for Brandon, and with a heady moan he brought his lips back to hers as his hands tugged down the white flowing tube top. Her breasts, small but pert, bounced as they were let out of their confines. Brandon nearly lost his mind when he felt the small mounds fit perfectly into his hands, and he prayed that he could keep his cool.

  Breaking the kiss, his mouth travelled down over her chin and to her neck, where he kissed and lapped until he found her weak spot. Gently he bit down, and he felt her entire body shiver and spasm as her erogenous zone was triggered. He loved the way she trembled in his arms and he yearned for more.

  “More,” he whispered, kissing over her collarbone and down her to the swell of her breasts. “Give me more.”

  His mouth clamped down over right nipple as his fingers gently pinched her left. Immediately he felt her body shiver again and all too perfect moan of pleasure escaped through her lips and into his ear. At his pelvis, he could feel her hips rocking back and forth, riding the ridge of his erect cock through their jean shorts. She moved like a woman in need of a release, and Brandon had never felt anything more arousing.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned. In between them, she let her hands wonder down to the waistband of Brandon’s pants, and she dipped her hand into the fabric. Her fingertips brushed sensually against the sensitive tip of Brandon’s cock, and he hissed and moaned as she felt around for a firmer grasp.

  “You’re so big,” she moaned, loving the way he throbbed in her hand.

  “Every night,” he told her, pulling her off of his lap and laying her back onto the bed. “Every night since I’ve come home I’ve felt this.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing the large muscular chest and abdomen that he had accrued over years of hard military service and training.

  Kylie gulped as she took his Adonis-like body in, ready to see what was hiding beneath his jeans. “Please,” she begged, pulling her tube top and strapless bra up and away from her. “Please show me.”

  Brandon gave her a wicked smile, and shook his head. “Not yet,” he breathed. “Not until I fulfill at least one of my fantasies.”

  Before Kylie could ask what he meant, Brandon’s lips were at her breasts again, suckling and nuzzling while his hands made quick work of her daisy duke shorts and black lace thong. He tossed the clothes to the side as if they were the most annoying thing in the world, and proceeded
to quickly burrow his head between Kylie’s lean thighs.

  “Oh!” Kylie gasped as his tongue found the golden spot, dipped in honey and ready for him to eat. As soon as he tasted her juices he became like a man possessed; wanting more and more of her as fast as she could flow. Like a wicked game, he played his tongue expertly over her engorged, sensitive clitoris and dipped it in between her wet, parted lips.

  With intense pleasure coursing through her, Kylie arched her back and gave herself up to Brandon’s wicked tongue. If his skillful technique wasn’t enough to turn her on, his sounds of pleasure definitely were. His moans of need and arousal were the sexiest sounds Kylie’s ears had ever heard, and she knew as she listened to them that there would be nothing in the world that would ever sound so sweet to her.

  Her first orgasm came on quick and strong, making her entire body shudder with pleasure. Unable to help herself, Kylie’s orgasm squirted into Brandon’s willing and ready mouth, making him roll his eyes in the pleasure of it all. She never wanted him to stop, but at the same time wanted to know what it would feel like to be fully, deeply, connected to him.

  “Please,” she moaned, her thighs shaking from both pleasure and fatigue. “Please come here.”

  Unable to deny her request, Brandon rose up to his knees, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he wiped a dribble of Kylie away from his chin. At his jeans, he sported a small wet spot on his crotch. A witness, no doubt, to the heaviness of his arousal.

  “We could still stop,” Brandon rasped, his shoulders twitching. “If you asked me to stop right now, I think I could. But if I finished getting undressed Kylie-I don’t know if I could turn back.”

  She wasn’t sure how, but Kylie felt her voice of reason coming through the sexual fog. She was being given an opportunity to think about what she was about to do, and she felt as if she should take it. Brandon was her brother, yes. But only by marriage. If their parents hadn’t met and fallen in love, they would never have been brought together, and Kylie wouldn’t be feeling this strongly about the gorgeous marine standing in front of her. This, she decided, no matter what taboo attached to it was, was a blessing for her. An opportunity that she decided to not miss out on.