Bad Boy Brother

by Chance Carter

  Where was he? What was he doing? And why couldn’t he answer his phone calls, even just out of courtesy. I mean, I get it that sometimes you need your own space. Obviously he’d been through a lot and processing the loss he’d been through was probably a pretty solitary thing for a guy like him. But come on! People worry. Let us know you’re alive, idiot!

  And we’d kissed. God, that kiss! What was I supposed to make of that? Did that mean he wanted me back? Did he want to go for a relationship with me? Of course I wanted that more than anything, but how could I just drop everything and fall back into bed with him?

  We’d had exactly one hot night together. That wasn’t exactly the foundation of a life long relationship of trust and support. Sure, it was a good start. A great start, I thought, remembering the way he’d sucked my pussy and fucked me with his cock, pouring himself deep inside me. It was a perfect start!

  But it was only a start. It wasn’t a relationship. Not yet.

  My head was spinning. My world was moving at a million miles an hour. I needed to take a deep breath and get my thoughts together.

  I squinted my eyes and looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was five thirty. Wow. I was up early. Despite all the drama last night, I felt amazingly refreshed. I felt my neck for any soreness from Matt’s attack. I was fine. Kane had come at just the right time to rescue me.

  I noticed there was a message on my phone and clicked to listen to it. It was from the Pismo Beach police department. They were calling to notify me that Matt was being charged with aggravated assault and would be held in custody back in Palo Alto until a judge could hear his case next week. In all likelihood, given what he’d done, I wouldn’t have to worry about him for a long time. They took domestic violence very seriously and would do their utmost to ensure Matt saw real jail time. If he did end up getting released, they would send a uniformed police officer to my home to keep me updated, and they would make sure I felt safe.

  Well, that was a load off. My ex-husband had turned out to be quite the psycho, but at least the Pismo Beach police took it seriously enough to look after women in my position. It seemed I was in the right place for a messy breakup.

  I stayed in bed a while longer and daydreamed about what I should do with my day. Usually I planned what I’d make for dinner in the morning but I still had lots of leftover food from my party so that wouldn’t be an issue. I wondered would Kane call soon? Would he come over?

  Was he still interested in me or was that kiss all I could expect out of him?

  I flicked through my texts. There were a bunch from Sandra, sent from the brewery last night.

  Sandra: I can’t believe all this. Matt’s arrested. Kane’s back!

  Ten minutes later.

  Sandra: Are you with Kane right now? I’m with Paul and we’re drinking up a storm.

  Ten minutes later.

  Sandra: Text me back, girl. Are you with Kane?

  Twenty minutes later.

  Sandra: I’m getting so drunk.

  One hour later.

  Sandra: So, Paul and I just made out. What the hell am I doing? He’s my best friend. Apart from you obviously.

  That one got my attention. Sandra and Paul making out. I punched the air in triumph. God, how I’d wanted her and Paul to hook up! I’d been waiting for news like this for weeks. I couldn’t believe they never saw it. They were perfect for each other. Pretty much every time I left the two of them together, I expected Sandra to tell me the next time I saw her that they had hooked up. But it never happened! Until now, that is!

  Another text twenty more minutes later.

  Sandra: Paul and I are getting hot and heavy. I’m going back to his place.

  And exactly seventeen minutes after that one.

  Sandra: Paul just fucked my brains out. Holy hell. Good night, babe.

  That last one had been sent just a few hours ago. It was so early I knew Sandra would be fast asleep, hopefully with Paul’s amazing body wrapped around her, keeping her warm. I wanted to talk to her desperately but I’d let the poor girl sleep in and enjoy her morning. I’d see her at work in a few hours and there’d be plenty of time then for us to catch up.

  And boy was there a lot to catch up on. It would be such a fun day. She could tell me all about Paul’s love-making skills, and I’d ask her what I should do about the Kane situation.

  Would I tell her I was pregnant? Was it too soon to start telling people about that? What was the rule with this? I mean, did I have to wait to speak to a doctor first? Did I have to tell Kane first?

  Wow. It was too early in the morning for this much to be happening. I needed coffee, fast!

  I went into the kitchen and put on the coffee maker, then sat at the table and scrolled through my phone. I needed to clear my head. I was dying to get back to Sandra but it was still too early. I poured myself a cup of coffee and checked my emails. There was the one from Sandra she’d promised to send me. The one about intentions and finding love and getting in tune with the universe. I wasn’t sure about all that stuff, but this morning was about as good a time as any if I was going to ask the universe for guidance.

  The title was, “Intentions for Manifesting Love in your Life.”

  I started reading it.

  It seemed to be your standard astrology stuff, talking about the moon and planets, zodiac signs, all that stuff. I’d never been interested in it, I’m a good Christian woman, but it was just for fun and it was from Sandra so I gave it a chance. A lot of it was about trying to pull love toward you, which sounded perfect. Of course I wanted love to come to me. As long as love meant Kane!

  At the bottom was a little ritual I could do during the full moon. I clicked my phone and asked Siri when was the date of the next full moon.

  “The next full moon is today,” her computer voice told me.

  Well if that wasn’t a sign from the universe I thought, smiling. I looked at my watch. A quarter after six. Still way too early to text Sandra. I poured myself another cup of coffee and read through the instructions for the ritual.

  Who knows? I thought to myself. There’s never any harm in asking the universe for a little more love in my life.

  Step one, go out at dawn to maximize the power of nature.

  I went back to my bedroom and grabbed my duvet, throwing it over my shoulders. What the hell? No one’s around.

  Step two, light candles and incense. Sit in the center and place them north, south, east and west of yourself.

  Candles and incense? What on earth was I getting myself into? I didn’t have that stuff. Do people actually have that in their home?

  I told myself to be a good sport and found my stash of emergency candles under the sink. I grabbed four and threw them into my beach bag with some matches. Then I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. If I was going to be a hippy, I might as well go down to the beach to do it. I didn’t have any incense but I had a bottle of Chanel perfume I’d paid over a hundred dollars for at the mall back in Palo Alto. If the universe wanted things to be fragrant, Chanel had to trump incense. I tossed that in the beach bag too.

  Step three, write down what you desire most in the world. Choose no more than three things and write each one on a separate piece of paper.

  I froze. Three things! I didn’t have a clue what to write. Oh great, I thought. The universe is about to grant you three wishes, and you can’t think of what you want! I would think about it on the bike ride down to the beach. If I couldn’t think of three things by the time I got there, I didn’t need the universe’s help.

  I grabbed some paper and a pen and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Shit. I have zero makeup on and my hair is a disaster. I started to run to the bathroom to make myself presentable, but then I thought, hold on a second. Meadow, you just found out you’re pregnant. Your ex-husband just got arrested for attacking you. The man you think you love just came back into town, stood up for you, and kissed you. There are more important things to do than put on lipstick!

  I ran m
y hand through my hair and threw on my sunglasses. That would do it. A moment later I was out the door and flying down the street through the beautiful morning air, the sun rising behind the hills and the ocean beckoning me toward it.

  I made my way for the cliffs overlooking the beach, the same place I’d gone my first morning in Pismo Beach. The place I’d witnessed Kane performing his own little ritual.

  I turned into the parking lot and got off my bike. It was such a beautiful morning. The sun was still rising, the ocean was rippling with waves and there was a warm breeze. I pulled out my beach blanket and put it on the grass. I set my candles around, facing each of the directions. I sprayed a few spritzes of perfume around before placing the bottle down on the blanket. I took my place in the middle, crossed my legs and got out my phone, the paper and a pen.

  I sat quietly and looked out into the ocean. I calmed my mind and focused on what I wanted to bring into my life. As intentions came to me, I wrote each one down on it’s own piece of paper. When I was satisfied with my choices, I looked on my phone to find the next steps.

  Step four, share your intentions with a friend.

  Oh great. Stumped again. How was this going to work if I couldn’t get a single detail right? Then I realized, I wasn’t quite alone. I was with God, right? So I read my intentions aloud into the morning breeze.

  “I want to be a kind person,” I said.

  “I want to love like I’ve never been hurt.”

  “I want true love to find me.”

  Those were the three things I could come up with! It’s not as easy as it sounds!

  I put the pieces of paper down and reached for my phone to read the the last step.

  Step five, keep your written intentions tucked away in a safe place and be patient.

  And just like that, a gust of wind came up over the cliffs, blew out the four candles, and took the pieces of paper away, sending them flying into the air!

  “Oh no!” I cried. “Universe, why are you doing this to me?”

  CHAPTER 56

  KANE

  When I got home my hands were trembling. Not from all the action with Matt, but from seeing Meadow again. I lay down on my bed and tried to clear my head.

  She looked even more beautiful than I remembered. I picked up my diary and thought about writing something she’d just inspired. I wanted to write about cumming on her tits. Just the thought of it, of my cum flowing onto her delicious, delectable tits made me instantly hard. What would it be like to spill myself on her breasts and then hold her tight against me, so that my cum was like glue, sticking us together?

  I picked up the diary but then put it back down. I was too aroused to write anything.

  I went into the bathroom and ran the shower. As the water heated up I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was sticking up like a tentpole. I wanted to sink it into Meadow, into her delicious curves, and cum in her so forcefully it made her head spin. I wanted her to feel the force of my orgasm. To know what she did to my body. To know how badly I desired her.

  I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. It struck me on the chest and flowed down my body toward my erect cock. I looked down at it. So eager! So ready for action!

  I hadn’t slept with a woman since my night of passion with Meadow and I was seriously in need of release. I thought about getting into my car and heading right back to her place. I’d show her exactly what I thought of our future together. I wanted her to be my girl. I wanted us to belong to each other forever.

  But she’d probably been through enough for one night.

  I grabbed my cock in my fist and gave the shaft a squeeze. It throbbed with my pulse and I felt so close to cumming. I wanted to stroke it, to release my desire in a gushing torrent into the falling water of the shower.But I resisted. I would save myself. I’d be cumming in Meadow soon and I wanted her to know I’d saved everything I had for her.

  I finished washing and got out of the shower. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I grabbed my diary and pen from the bedroom and went to the kitchen. There were still a few photos of Carolyn and Tamara around, some on the fridge and some on the table, and I gathered them up and put them in an envelope. Then I sealed the envelope and put it in a drawer. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with them, but I knew I was ready to move on with my life. I wasn’t forgetting about Carolyn and Tamara, but I was saying goodbye. It was time.

  I put on the kettle and sat down at the table, waiting for it to boil.

  I was still so horny, but I couldn’t touch myself. I had to resist.

  I opened the diary and started writing.

  Diary Entry

  You ever had a man cum on your breasts? You ever let someone do that to you? Would you let me do that to you?

  Think about it. Don’t say yes unless you really mean it. In fact, don’t even read this unless you’d wholeheartedly let me cum on your tits.

  How would I do it?

  Well, first say yes. Mouth the words. “Yes. Cum on my tits, baby.”

  Okay, now I’ll tell you how I’d do it.

  First, I’d push you back on my bed. I’d make you lie straight, hands by your side, looking straight up at me. Then, very slowly, I’d strip you naked. I’d take my time. I’d look at you while I stripped you. I’d examine every inch of you. I know you’d be shy. I know you’d be trying to hide certain parts of your body that you’re self-conscious of. But I’m here to tell you that you don’t need to hide a thing, baby girl. You’re perfect, just the way you are.

  If there’s one thing I can tell you that’s the God’s honest truth, it’s that I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Not one hair on your head would I change. Not one thought in your mind. Not one atom of your body.

  You’re perfect to me, and as I stripped you naked, I’d run my tongue over your body to show you how perfect you are. I’d kiss your feet, and slide my tongue across your toes. These are the toes I’m going to make curl. Of course I want to kiss them. From there, I’d run my tongue up over your ankle, along your leg, over the knee, all the way to your inner thigh. This is where you’d start to squirm. You’d think I was about to eat you, to suck your pussy and drink every drop of you, but you’d be wrong. Tempting as that is, this is a different fantasy.

  I’d run my tongue from your thigh to your pussy, sliding it along your slit, entering you, and then licking over your clit, but I wouldn’t linger there. I’d keep going, up over your navel, over one nipple and then the next, and then along your neck, all the way to your lips. I’d kiss you passionately, entering your mouth with my tongue and letting our two tongues tangle and intertwine.

  Then I’d whisper in your ear, stay completely still.

  I’d place your hands where I wanted them, right on the sides of your tits, and show you that I wanted you to squeeze them together, creating a valley of pleasure for me to enjoy.

  Then I’d climb up over you and place my erect, throbbing cock right there between your breasts. I’d pour lotion over you, over your cleavage and my cock, and then slide my cock back and forth to make sure everywhere was properly lubed up.

  Then, without saying a word, I’d start fucking your cleavage, sliding my long, thick cock back and forth in your cleavage. I’d slide back and forth, and you’d hold your breasts together tighter, forming a perfect pussy in your cleavage for me.

  You’d look down at my cock, eager to see what was going on, and you’d see as I got closer and closer to orgasm. With each thrust and slide, my cock would get a little harder, throb a little harder, and grow longer and thicker. You’d watch as my thrusts got slower and I started moaning your name.

  That’s when it happens. A thread of cum shoots from the tip of my cock and lands right on your lips. You smile and open your mouth, licking my cum and taking it into your mouth. Then my second spurt would land on your chest, right between your tits. You’d smile, loving every second of it, loving the pleasure you’re giving me, loving the naughty
feeling of my cum landing on your body.

  My cock would continue to spurt cum all over your chest, all over your tits, and as I slowed my sliding, you’d start to rub your tits together, getting my cum all over your skin.

  Then I’d collapse on you, crushing my chest against yours so the cum forms a bond between us. I’d kiss your mouth passionately, sucking your tongue, licking your lips, and tasting myself on your mouth.

  CHAPTER 57

  KANE

  I sighed and put down my pen. My cock was throbbing so hard, so desperate to explode, but I couldn’t do it. I had to wait. I had to save myself. I was so tempted to grab my cock and cum all over my hand but I didn’t. Instead, I made some tea and brought it back to my bedroom. I lay back on the bed and was asleep before I even had a chance to drink the tea.

  I woke at the crack of dawn. I hopped out of bed and got right into my wetsuit. I felt so good, so fresh. Five minutes later I was out the door and on my way to my favorite morning surf spot.

  I knew I’d be seeing Meadow today. I had so much to tell her. So much to explain and apologize for. And I knew if I made things right, there’d be every chance for a relationship between us.

  She was why I came back. I could have stayed in Mexico, but I knew I’d never forgive myself if I let her slip through my fingers.

  I pulled into the parking lot and saw a bicycle in the grass. So much for having the beach to myself.

  I parked and started to get my board off the roof. That’s when I looked up and noticed Meadow!

  What was she doing here?

  She was in the grassy area by the edge of the cliff, a few hundred yards away. She seemed to be running around, chasing after some papers that had been caught in the wind.

  She was the last person I expected to find, but I was glad it was her. It would give us a chance to talk. We had a lot to discuss, and this was the perfect place for the discussion I had in mind. It was beautiful, romantic, and the sun was still rising over the hills, painting the sky pink.

  I lifted my board under my arm and made my way toward her to help get those papers under control.

  “Meadow,” I shouted to get her attention.