“Thank you!”
The drive from the airport to the house in Vestavia Hills was approximately fifteen minutes. As Wyatt drove through the security gates and up the driveway to the porch, I was nostalgic. By now my mother would have been waiting on the porch, smiling at me. I couldn’t believe she was gone.
I wasn’t the only somber one. Silently, Wyatt retrieved the bags from the trunk. My feet were heavy with grief as I took the wooden steps to the porch. The porch that my mother had so lovingly decorated. Lanterns, wicker chairs, a swing, a table, all lovingly selected by her. As if sensing my need for strength, Phoebe wrapped an arm around my waist supportively.
Before we got to the door, it was opened and Ty filled the doorway. One would have never guessed he was Wyatt’s brother. He’d taken after his dad with dark good looks while Wyatt was fair, resembling their deceased mother. Raven locks clipped short and deep blue eyes. Ty was also bigger, not so much in height as in body size. Not an ounce of fat on his body. His broad shoulders and chest were all rock solid. I knew he worked out religiously in and out of the gym though I didn’t know when he found time. He was the CEO of Montgomery View, the hotels owned by the family and passed down to each of us from his dad. Not feeling as though I deserved any part of this, I’d even walked away from my share in the company.
I was prepared for a fight with Ty and straightened my shoulders. He’d always been very verbose about my decision to leave Alabama and live in another state where I knew no one but Phoebe. So when he opened his arms shockingly and said, “Welcome home,” his voice gravelly with emotion, I burst into tears and walked into his arms. Comforted, cherished, loved, that was how he made me feel at this moment. They both had welcomed me in their family and shown me love and kindness. Was it any wonder I was in love with them both?
*****
“Your parents were incredible people and…”
I’m such a slut, I thought, smiling and nodding at the man who had been some business associate or another of my step-dad. I couldn’t remember his name and I wasn’t inclined to ask him either. If he was being inappropriate by ogling my breasts at my parents’ funeral, I was going to hell for watching my step-brothers who were working the room, accepting condolences. My grief hadn’t dulled my senses when it came to my step-brothers and I was devastated when a woman I assumed to be Ty’s girlfriend sat with us in the family pews earlier at the funeral. She was now hanging onto his arm, a glass of champagne in hand.
The funeral had been beautiful, the tributes touching and the mayor had even spoken about my mother’s contributions to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. Now that the deed was done, my parents laid to rest, the hollow feeling in my chest was being replaced with the jealousy of seeing Tyler and his woman together. Typical of him to date a slender woman who made me feel very aware of the heavy fullness of my breasts and the snug fit of my dress about my waist. I shouldn’t even have these feelings of insecurity since I’d turned heads today but there was no confidence killer like seeing the brothers with different women. And not with me. Never me. Why not me?
Even as I asked myself the question, I knew the answer. They only viewed me as a sister. Nothing more.
My eyes swept the room for the other brother and froze when I saw Wyatt standing to one side and having a chat with Phoebe. Crap. I couldn’t have them talking alone without me guiding the conversation. If Wyatt let out that… Oh shit. Phoebe glared at me from where she was. While her eyes never left me, she said something to him and started in my direction.
“If you’ll excuse me, sir,” she announced, interrupting the man who had kept on with his one-sided conversation. “I need to steal my girlfriend away for a minute.”
My heart beat wildly in my chest as she dragged me from the ballroom in our parents’ house where the guests had convened after the funeral service. I glanced in the direction of both brothers and realized they were staring after us. Instead of resisting Phoebe, I went willingly with her. Let them think what they will! They already thought we were having sex anyway especially when I’d begged Phoebe last night not to use the guestroom but to stay in my old bedroom. We slept in the same bed, Phoebe doing nothing but holding me as I cried, remembering my parents and the great loss but no doubt they thought we were doing more.
If they only knew the truth. A truth I wouldn’t be able to keep from Phoebe any longer or she would blow everything. I refused to be the loser that had a crush on her step-brothers who didn’t even know she was alive.
She didn’t stop walking until we were upstairs and into the bedroom we were sharing.
“Why does your brother think we’re getting married?” she asked closing the door behind us.
I groaned. “I don’t know,” I tried to bluff. “Did you ask him?”
“You really want me to go and ask him, Daisy? Okay, let me go.”
“Noooo,” I grabbed her arm to halt her from opening the door. “Okay, I’ll tell you but you’ve got to promise you won’t be mad at me.”
“I’ll not promise such a thing. Just tell me.”
“Okay, okay. I kinda told him we were a couple,” I said on a cringe.
“Why would you do that?” she asked calmly.
“Because it was the easiest thing to explain,” I answered. “You don’t know them and how they used to jeer me all the time about not bringing a man home. That Christmas when you came home with me, they cornered me and were at it again, asking if that’s the reason I never brought a man home. I answered yes. It was easier to answer the question than to tell them the truth.”
She walked toward me which made me back up until my knees hit into the bed.
“What secret are you harboring from them?” She wanted to know.
“Look, I’m sorry I told such a lie but I haven’t asked you to do anything out of the ordinary than be a friend. Just keep up the charade until we get back to L.A. and then we can go back to being fake girlfriends in their eyes but from a distance.”
“What if I don’t want to go back to being platonic friends?” she asked.
My brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“What if I’m very intrigued by this ploy of yours? What if this has been my fantasy too?”
I laughed nervously at the way she was looking at me. “Will you stop joking around? I’m sorry okay? I never should have lied and involved you in it. I’ll tell them we broke up and decide to remain friends.”
“I think I much prefer your way,” she said, so close to me now that I tilted backward and fell onto the bed. “Why just make it pretense? As long as I am your girlfriend, why not just go all the way?”
*****
I still didn’t believe Phoebe was serious when her hand trailed under the skirt of the black dress I’d worn to the funeral. I could feel the trace of her fingertips on my flesh as she slowly ran her hands up my thighs.
“Phoebe what are you doing?” I squealed. “I already told you I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” she said softly. “Just tell me yes.”
“Yes?”
“That’s all I need, Daisy. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? To fuck you.”
My mouth fell open in surprise. Was this real? She had to be playing a trick on me because of what I’ done.
“So you’re going to eat me out?” I asked jokingly, my eyes shining with laughter at her antics.
“Yes. Sit up.”
She helped me to sit and before I could tell her that this was not going to happen, she had my dress in her hands and yanked it over my head. My top knot was disturbed and waves of hair fell down my back. I was left sitting on the bed in a black underwear set with my stockings and garters.
“I’ve always thought you so sexy,” she murmured, reaching behind my back for the clasp of my bra and unhooking it. I was so mesmerized and shocked at what she was doing that I couldn’t react when she pulled the scrap of material down my arm and threw it onto the bed. “Your breasts are so big and beautiful. All those
times you walked around naked or I entered the bathroom for a silly reason just to see you naked. Do you know what I did immediately after, Daisy?”
“Uh no,” I croaked, wondering what had happened to my friend. This was not the Phoebe I knew. Phoebe didn’t like women. She dated men. Except now I was thinking about it, I couldn’t remember much of Phoebe’s dating history, neither women nor men.
“I would return to my bedroom, close my eyes and think about you while I make myself cum.”
“Phoebe we are friends!” I reminded her.
“Exactly why I should be honest with you. If I were honest with you, Daisy, I would have told you how much I wanted you since you became my roommate back in college.”
She unzipped her dress and shrugged it off her shoulder, letting it drop to her feet. Sh wasn’t wearing a bra again. Her small breasts were firm, sticking out of her chest, the nipples distended from desire for me. She was wearing a red thong.
Phoebe got into bed and sat on my lap. She had done so many times before as a friend that it didn’t feel weird at all. Except now she sat with her legs behind me, straddling me. Her hands went to find my breasts and she squeezed them hard and a moan escaped her mouth.
“They are even better than I ever thought,” she murmured and pushed me back to lie down onto the bed. A part of me wanted to run out of the room and I was seriously contemplating it when she took a nipple between her lips.
“Phoebe!” I gasped in surprise, as pleasure shot through my pussy. She didn’t ease up but worked her tongue and lips over the tips until they were rock hard. I’d have never thought I could be turned on by a woman before but the feel of her mouth on my breasts were no different than a man’s and my body reacted. She started going wild on me, leading me to believe she must have really wanted this just as she had said. She sucked my nipples harder, moaning in the back of her throat as her hand trailed down my tummy to my black thong. Her fingers brushed against the lace edges before she plunged her hand beneath the material.
My first instinct was to clamp my legs shut but she easily slipped her lithe body between my thighs. Her fingers slipped through my pink wet folds.
“So wet for me, Daisy,” she mumbled. “Damn your pussy is so soft and meaty. I can’t wait to eat it.”
I shuddered at the effect her words were having on me. Unlike most girls who went through the bi-curious stage of being with another woman, I’d never been there before. I was plenty bi-curious now though at the words she was saying to me. It was so long ago since I’d gotten anything on my body parts sucked.
Her finger pressed expertly on my clit, working the nub with her forefinger. My hips jerked in response and I was beneath her, my hips moving restlessly in want. She kissed down my tummy and continued the path leading to my mound. When she pulled her hand from underwear and started sucking her fingers, glistening from my juices, it hit me that this was real. This wasn’t fake. My best friend was about to go down on me.
I had a split second to decide what to do as she grasped my underwear and pulled it off. I raised my ass for her to take off the thong but I was having a heated exchange in my mind.
You need to stop her before this goes any further.
But it feels so damn good.
This can ruin your friendship, your business relationship. Is that what you want?
What I want right now is to feel her mouth on my pussy. It’s been so long.
Mark my words, this is going to end badly.
Decision made, I did not try to stop her when she pushed my legs apart.
“Shit Daisy, your pussy looks so good to suck.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered as her head lowered between my legs and she pressed her mouth to my wet, warm center. My hand instinctively went to her hair to cup the back of her head.
She was sucking now at my labia, pulling the flesh into her mouth. What started as gentle sucking and licking became frantic. Not before long, she pushed my legs up into my chest as she stabbed her tongue into my pussy hole. Her hands stretched my pussy lips apart, she concentrated her tongue into my center. She lapped at my pussy like a hungry kitty drinking milk.
Despite myself, my hips gyrated in her face as I pushed her head firmer to my pussy. She took my clit into her mouth after pulling back the clitoral hood and started sucking. The tugging sensation of her mouth sent tingles pooling into one place, deep inside my womb.
“Oh God Phoebe, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh God yes, that’s so fucking good.”
It did feel amazing. She must have been sucking on pussy for a very long time because she had the art down pat. She knew when to swirl her tongue, when to lick and when to suck. Not long after, I wrapped my legs about her neck, trapping her so she continued sucking my pussy when the climax tore through my body. I clutched the bed sheets tightly in my fists and gushed my juices into her face which she lapped up thirstily.
My recovery from my climax was silent. Even when I was relaxed once more, Phoebe was taking one last taste of my pussy before she released my legs from her neck and moved away. I was nervous now that the pleasure was gone even though my body still hummed. What was I to say now? Would she want me to go back down on her because I didn’t think I was prepared to do anything of the sort. Finger her maybe. But never to put my mouth down there.
Oh shit, I should have listened to the part of my conscience which had opposed this.
“I made you cum,” she said from beside me. “That’s all that matters.”
She snaked her hand into mine and smiled. I smiled back at her but inside I was freaking out at what this was. She was still just my best friend. I didn’t want a relationship with her. That wasn’t what she was expecting, was it? Oh shit, I just kept digging the hole deeper and deeper.
*****
“Crap,” I muttered beneath my breath and tried to make a U-turn but not before Tyler saw me. I hovered at the entrance of the kitchen not sure what I was supposed to do. I wanted to flee back into my bedroom where I usually found security when besieged with feelings for one of the brothers. The bedroom wasn’t a safe haven anymore though.
Phoebe was there and I was trying to avoid her. After the way she had gone down on my yesterday and again waking up in the middle of the night to her doing the same thing, I didn’t think I could face her. I couldn’t handle her and her misplaced feelings right now. Not when I was here trying to work out my misplaced feelings about these brothers. As much as I had enjoyed Phoebe going down on me, I felt a little guilty and hoped she wasn’t misled that I had any intentions of getting romantically involved with her. Girls didn’t float my boat. It didn’t count that she made me climax. Who wouldn’t agree to getting head whether it was being given by a man or a woman? I couldn’t ever go down on her though and that was enough for me to know that anything more than friendship between us would be disaster.
“Good, you’re up early,” Ty said upon seeing me. “I want to talk to you.”
I groaned and entered the kitchen. He was looking way too good this morning. He was shirtless, sweat glistening from his chest and his iPod still strapped to his bicep. He had just gotten back from his morning run. Oh how my hands itched to run across his chest, slick with sweat. A bead of water ran down the center of his chest, down to the waistband of his basketball shorts and I had to press my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
“You okay?” he asked, snapping me back to consciousness.
“Umm, yes. Why?”
He looked at me bizarre. “We just buried both our parents yesterday.”
“Oh yes. I can’t believe they’re gone you know,” I responded and moved to the coffeemaker to pour myself some coffee. Maybe with the coffee my brain wouldn’t be so confused.
“It was good for you to come.”
I took the cup of coffee to the island in the kitchen and sat on a high chair, facing him. With the granite counter top between us, I should be able to survive.
“There was no way I was going to miss the funeral Ty,” I stated.
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p; “Hmm, good to know although I wasn’t sure of that.”
“I loved both of them too, you know.”
“Did you, Daisy?” he asked angrily. “Because you sure as hell didn’t show it.”
“They knew I loved them,” I mumbled, staring into my coffee cup. “I spoke to my mom often on the phone and we did video-chat.”
He scowled at me and leaned over the counter until he was sucking all my oxygen away. “You think that was enough? You could have hopped on a plane anytime and dropped by to see us but you didn’t. Why Daisy?”
I could scarcely listen to his words as I was too busy watching the way his mouth moved. And nine years of denying myself caught up with me. Closing the distance between us, I pressed my lips hard against his, my body almost going weak from his mouth under mine. He was surprised. I noticed by the way his mouth opened slightly and I took advantage of this to slip my tongue inside. If I was going to get one kiss, then I was going to get it really good.
I deepened the kiss, my eyes fluttering to a close and realized he was now responding. His mouth moved over mine and he took control, his hand coming up to the back of my head and pressing me closer to him.
“Shit!” I jerked back when my breasts hit over the coffee cup and spilled the hot liquid onto the counter. It was the awakening that I needed.
Nervously, I went around the counter to grab a dishtowel the same time Ty did and our hands brushed against each other’s. I looked up at him, my heart beating hard enough to fracture my ribcage. He regarded me with equal curiosity.
“Are you attracted to me?” he asked in disbelief.
I stepped back, my eyes wild with fright. “No. No. I’m not,” I denied. “I- I-”
I swallowed hard when he stepped towards me. “I don’t believe you,” he returned. “What I do believe is that kiss. Come with me.”
He grabbed hold of my wrist and started pulling me out of the kitchen alongside him. I was alarmed, not sure what he had in mind for me.
“Ty, I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
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