Bad Boy Brother

by Chance Carter

  “Go ahead. I’ll watch.”

  “All right. You’re off the hook, but only because it’s night time.”

  I gave her a kiss and ran into the water, diving head first into the first wave I came to. I came up for air and looked back to her on the shore. She was rolling up the bottoms of her pants to take a few steps into the water.

  I dove back under the water and swam out a bit. The beach at the pier was usually crawling with people, but at night, it was like a completely different spot. I loved being in the ocean at night, but honestly, there isn’t any time I don’t love being in the ocean.

  There was a time, after the accident, when I couldn’t go near it, but that time had passed.

  I turned around and let the waves take me back to shore.

  “Isn’t it the most incredible thing?” I said, rising out of the frothy water.

  “Pretty amazing,” she said, but I wasn’t sure if she was eyeing my cock or the water.

  I let the waves crash against my legs and naked ass as I stood there, looking at her.

  “Three quarters of the world is covered by ocean. We’ve barely explored any of it.”

  “Incredible,” she agreed, but this time she was definitely looking at my cock.

  “So vast, so deep, so mysterious.”

  “I’ll say,” she said, and let the most adorable, naughty smirk cross her face.

  “You’re a naughty girl,” I teased.

  “What do you expect, mister naked?”

  I laughed and let myself fall backwards into a wave that was coming up behind me.

  “Aren’t you afraid of sharks?” she said when I came back up.

  “I don’t allow myself to be afraid. There are too many wondrous things in the ocean to let fear get the best of you. Think of all the creatures they haven’t even discovered yet!”

  “That’s what scares me.”

  “What about blue whales? Do you know how big they are?”

  “More or less.”

  I looked at her, so pretty in the moonlight.

  “I’m not boring you, am I?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Just tell me to shut up if I go on too long. I can get totally carried away talking about the ocean.”

  “I like listening to you, Kane. I like that you’re passionate about things.”

  “I’m very passionate about blue whales. Did you know their arteries are big enough for a person to swim in?”

  “I did not,” she said.

  “Or that a car could park in their heart?”

  “I had no idea they were that big.”

  I stood up and strode toward her.

  “They’re massive,” I said, giving my cock a little shake.

  Her smile killed me. I had to kiss it. I loved that she was in the ocean, even if just barely. I stood up and reached for her face to kiss her. She let me kiss her, but she backed her body away from mine to avoid getting wet. I laughed and turned to dive back in the water.

  Before I swam out too far for her to hear me, I paused and turned around.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come in? It feels so good.”

  “Yup. Quite sure,” she said, without hesitation.

  “You should come in and let the waves wash away your ex-husband. The tide can pull all his negativity into the water and you’ll be free from it.”

  She looked at me like that was exactly what she needed. She bent over and held out her hands to touch the water washing over her feet. She looked back up at me and shook her head. I thought I’d convinced her but she was clearly a stubborn woman.

  “There’s so much symbolism in waves,” I said.

  “You really are quite the surfer, aren’t you?”

  “I guess so. Should I stop?”

  “No. Keep going. Please. It’s been a long time since I spent any time with a man who was passionate about anything.”

  I smiled and carried on.

  “So waves. Dude, they’re like not only totally gnarly to shred on, but they’re like a wickedly symbolic metaphor for life, bro,” I said in my most exaggerated surfer voice.

  She burst out laughing. Her laugh was one of my favorite things about her. I felt like I wanted to spend my whole life making her laugh.

  “But seriously. Life is change, and there’s always something new coming your way, just like the waves approaching the shore. Some are bigger than others, some are better than others, some we want, some we don’t. But whether you like it or not, they’re always coming.”

  “You’re right, Kane.”

  “You can’t stop a wave, but you can learn to surf it.”

  Meadow was really listening, really appreciating my take on things, and it made me feel proud of what I had to say.

  “Sometimes we don’t want the wave yet, maybe we don’t feel ready for it, but no matter what, it’s coming, and that’s okay. If we allow ourselves to relax and float in the water, we’ll simply rise as it passes by. There’s no need to worry about missing it, because there’s always another one coming.”

  I demonstrated by letting an approaching wave lift me up and then down. Then I swam to where the waves were cresting. I stood with my back to the ocean, my legs spread wide, my arms crossed tightly in front of my chest, and I faced her.

  “If we resist, no matter how hard we try, they’ll knock us over.”

  I let the big wave crash against my back before taking me under the water. I let it keep me under longer than I had to. When I finally came back up for air I continued.

  “The harder we struggle against it, the longer it will keep us under and drag us against the ocean floor.”

  “You had me worried there,” she said. “I thought you’d never come back up.”

  I smiled at her.

  “Then there’s the perfect wave. The wave with our name on it. A wanted change. A needed change. The change we’re ready for. We see it coming and it’s exciting. We get on top of that wave, leap to our feet on the board, and ride it all the way to shore.”

  I dove on top of a wave and used my body like a surfboard. I rode it all the way back to Meadow.

  It was bigger than I anticipated. I could feel the power build as it carried me. Meadow got closer and closer and I could see she wasn’t aware of what was happening. I tried to get her attention, but just as I called out for her to move, I was too late. The wave broke right in front of her, giving her only enough time to turn her back on it. The force pushed her over and she fell with a splash into the water.

  I couldn’t believe the irony. I laughed as I ran to lift her back up to her feet. Another wave beat me to her, covering her with more water. When I reached her, she was fine, but she wasn’t laughing.

  “Kane! I’m soaked. I’m so embarrassed. Quit laughing at me,” she said, trying to fix her hair.

  “You’re just ocean kissed. That wave really got you good,” I said, helping her out of the water.

  I could tell she’d had enough beach time. I shook myself off as much as I could before putting my pants and shirt back on.

  “I’m soaked. How will I get back to the motel?”

  I looked at her, her sexy curves hugging the wet fabric of her clothing, her breasts and ass as clearly visible as if she was naked, and knew my answer.

  “Come to my place. I’ve got dry clothes you can change into.”

  CHAPTER 32

  MEADOW

  My pants were heavy and clinging to my legs. I didn’t even want to know how flat and frizzy my hair was. I was so mad at that stupid wave for getting me wet, but I was thankful for where it was taking me now. Before I had the chance to die of humiliation, Kane swooped me up in his arms and carried me out of the water.

  “You can put me down,” I said when we reached solid ground.

  “No way. You’re mine now. I’m carrying you all the way to my place before you change your mind.”

  “You can’t carry me all the way.”

  “Yes I can, and my body heat will keep you warm.”
r />   “I’m too heavy,” I said.

  “You hardly weight a thing, plus I want your sexy body pressed against mine!” he said, pulling me closer against him.

  I felt warmer already. I couldn’t stay upset at the ocean for putting me in his arms.

  He was like no other guy I’d ever met. I was right when I suspected there was more to him. Already he had shown me that there is far more to him than I could have ever imagined.

  I looked up at him in admiration. My admiration turned to less-than-impressed when I spotted a smirk on his face. It was a smirk that was quite obviously still trying to suppress laughter. He knew I wasn’t very happy about getting soaked and I could tell he felt bad, but clearly he got a kick out of it. He was lucky he had the sexiest smirk ever.

  I knew I should have gone swimming with him. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Swimming naked on a romantic night like this, with a hunk like him, but of course I was too timid.

  I thought about his boner too. How had I said no to that massive boner, begging me to get naked and dive in?

  I just couldn’t do it. I’d lived near the ocean my entire life, but swimming was never something I got into. I was more a fan of the great indoors. I loved hot tubs, those were always nice. As long as I didn’t have to go under, and there was zero risk of getting splashed, I was all for it. The ocean? Not so much!

  The last thing I wanted was get in the ocean with a pro-surfer and have him witness me doggy paddling around like a spaz, trying to keep my head above water. No way.

  My mind kept wandering back to his delicious, gorgeous, perfect, cock.

  I didn’t even realize a penis could be that big!

  I know I was being greedy, but I wanted some more of it! I wondered excitedly if the evening would take us back in that direction. I hoped it would.

  It was bizarre to think that the same surfer, the God of the waves I’d watched in awe earlier that morning, was now carrying me in his arms back to his place. Thinking about it reminded me of the wildflowers I saw him carrying. This time I knew better than to ask about them.

  Sandra said Kane was a private guy, and she was right.

  He talked my ear off while he swam around in the waves. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. It was all interesting and I couldn’t believe his passion and knowledge of the ocean and all it’s creatures.

  But I still knew almost nothing about him. As far as I could tell, he was born and raised in Pismo Beach, and blue whales had hearts the size of cars. Good stuff to know, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know his story. I wanted to know what happened in his life to make him so cold and harsh at the brewery, but then have this completely different side to him. A really sweet side, that was funny and bursting with sexual magnetism.

  The chemistry between us was unreal and like nothing I’d ever experienced.

  It was primal.

  I thought about the moment his cock had exploded in my pussy, filling me with the most intimate thing possible. Or the moment I’d orgasmed, practically squirting all over his face as I pressed his mouth tighter and tighter against my pussy! I couldn’t believe that had all happened to me.

  Sure, at the start, Matt and I had a healthy sex life, but that was after years of getting to know each other and building trust and comfort. Kane and I were going about things the exact opposite way. Matt was the only man I’d ever been with up until that night, but being with him never felt anything close to to what I’d experienced with Kane.

  With Kane it was otherworldly.

  I couldn’t believe it. After years of staying with Matt out of fear, I’d finally taken the leap and left him. And I’d literally run into my dream man!

  I had girlfriends back in the city, single girlfriends, who were all wonderful women, beautiful women, but they all struggled to meet nice men. And it wasn’t for a lack of trying. They were all out there, going to bars and putting their pictures on the dating websites. They’d tell me their dating horror stories and even though my marriage wasn’t perfect, I was thankful I didn’t have to figure out the dating world.

  And now, look where I was!

  I wondered if this could be it. If Kane was it for me. Was he the guy I was meant to be with this whole time?

  He was nothing like the men I was used to being around. Our worlds were so different, but on some other level, we were the most perfect match imaginable. I held my arms tighter around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder.

  “You promise I’m not getting too heavy?”

  “Please, I could carry you like this all day. You’re tiny.”

  I’d never thought of myself as tiny but in Kane’s massive, muscular arms, I sure felt that way.

  “Besides, here we are,” he said, taking me up the driveway of his house.

  I lifted my head to see where we were. His house was beautiful. So beautiful. Like nothing I would have ever imagined him in. A part of me had wondered if he was taking me to some old broken down van, with the top popped up and a picnic table set up in front of it. This was totally different.

  “I can walk from here, Kane,” I said.

  “Nope. I insist,” he said, walking around the side of his house.

  It was a huge, three story home, traditional Californian, but with modern additions that gave it an upscale feel. It looked great. I noticed a workshop in the garage and wondered if he had done the renovations himself.

  It was an amazing home, clearly his Beach Body repair shop was doing all right. Sweet, funny, gorgeous, a sexual beast, and successful in business. I wanted to toss my hands in the air and yell, “Thank you, Jesus.”

  He carried me up the stairs at the back of his house to a large, beautiful deck. He set me down and reached in his pocket to get his keys. I appreciated him keeping me warm by carrying me, but I was anxious to get inside and really warm up.

  And then, in the classic way that only men can pull off, he ruined the perfect moment by opening his big mouth!

  “Take your clothes off out here.”

  I blinked. “Excuse me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Right here?”

  “Yeah, what’s wrong?”

  “We’re outside. I don’t have anything to change into. Your neighbors will see me.”

  What I really wanted to say is, you’ll see me, but I left that part out.

  “Oh, well you see, I changed my mind about giving you dry clothes.”

  “You what?”

  “Meadow, as soon as you get out of those wet clothes, you’re staying naked. I’ve got my own ideas on how to warm you up!”

  He reached for my top and pulled it up over my head. It was off before I even knew what was happening.

  This man made me feel so desired, so wanted. It drove me crazy. The way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He helped peel my pants and underwear off and he flung them over his clothes line. Then, completely naked, I shivered and looked at him.

  “What now?”

  He smiled and picked me up, this time tossing me over his shoulder. As he carried me through the back door of his house, he gave my bare butt a hard, loud smack!

  CHAPTER 33

  KANE

  We were both quiet on the walk to my place from the pier. What wasn’t quiet, however, was my mind. As if I didn’t already have it bad enough for this woman, but the way her soaking wet clothing clung to her body made my imagination run wild. While I carried her in my arms, she looked out at the scenery and I looked down at her perky breasts with her hard nipples poking their way through her top.

  Everything about her was perfect. Everything about her made me want to devour her. It took all my willpower not to put her on the ground and have my way with her in the middle of the street.

  My cock was hard the entire way. It was desperate to get back inside her.

  My mind raced with images of the things I wanted to do to her body. Not only did I want to do them, but I was going to do them. There was nothing that could stop me from doing
everything I wanted to her, but I knew I had to wait until we got to my place.

  I wasn’t willing to let anything or anyone interrupt us this time. There were moments I considered hurrying back, so I could explore every inch of her body as soon as possible, but the masochist in me took my time. The challenge of refraining made my dick throb with anticipation and desire. I knew the wait would only increase the intensity of the explosion once I was ready to drench her tits with my cum.

  I carried her over my shoulder and through my house to the master bedroom. My mouth watered as I pictured the moment I’d taste her nipples.

  That moment was finally here.

  I threw her down on my bed. She bounced up slightly before landing on her back. Her eyes were wide and her smile let me know she was ready. That smile. That sweet, beautiful smile. I suddenly felt torn. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cum on her tits or if I wanted to shoot my cum into her mouth first. The good news was that I had all night to put my jizz anywhere I wanted on her.

  I slid my hands along her body, grabbed her breasts in my hands and squeezed hard. I felt like a teenage kid grabbing his first set of tits. A rush of excitement came over me now that I was face to face with them. Without a moment’s hesitation, I took her left nipple in my mouth.

  I could taste a subtle hint of salt water on her. I loved it. I circled around her nipple with my tongue a few times before sucking hard and pulling on it gently with my teeth. While my tongue went to town, I thumbed the nipple on her right breast, getting it ready for its turn.

  Her moans were soft and seductive. As I devoured her breasts, I could feel my raging hard cock throbbing and longing for it’s turn to get in on the action. With both hands I pressed her breasts together and my tongue danced back and forth between each nipple. God, I could have died sucking on those breasts. While my mouth enjoyed her tits, my mind and cock debated which hole I would enter first.

  “Are you getting warmer yet?” I said, looking up at her.

  “A little,” she said in a cheeky tone.

  She was challenging me to turn up the heat. It was a challenge I gladly accepted. Not only was I about to warm her up, I was going to make her sweat.

  I moved my way up to her face and pressed my lips against hers, hard. Our tongues wrestled with an intense passion and I thrust my dick against her slowly, but firmly. My dick pressed ruthlessly against the inside of my jeans, fighting to be released.