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A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother: Complete Box Set

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by Sharon Cummin


  “Where are you going?” he asked, as he reached around her to stop her.

  “Home,” Rachel said.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “I don't know,” she answered.

  He was behind her with his mouth by her ear.

  “Why didn't you tell me?” he asked.

  “What was I supposed to say?” she asked.

  “I don't know,” he answered.

  “Would you have changed your mind?” she asked.

  He didn't say anything. She pulled her hand away from his and opened the front door. He followed her out onto the porch. She walked quickly away from him. He called after her, but she kept moving.

  When she got home and into her bed, she heard her phone chime.

  Brad: Talk to me.

  Rachel: Would you have changed your mind if you knew?

  Brad: I feel bad. I wouldn't have done it on a couch at my parents' house. It should have been more than that.

  Rachel: Do you regret it?

  Brad: Not at all.

  Rachel: I have to be up early. Goodnight!

  Brad: I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight!

  Rachel closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  When she woke up in the morning, she had to get out of there. Rachel was in shock when she realized they hadn't used protection the night before. Oh shit, she thought. That could never happen again. She had to get as far away as she could. Her mom was at work, so she wouldn't see her before her flight anyway. There was no reason to stick around the house. How could she face Brad? How could she see Karen knowing that she had been with her brother? What was she going to do? She knew her flight wasn't for hours, but she couldn't wait to get out of there. There was no way she could see him. They were both leaving to go back to school, and she didn't want him to know how she really felt. Her mom barely even bothered with her since she had gotten home. The only person to spend time with was Karen. She couldn't do it. There was no way she was going across the street. If she went to the airport, she could read while she waited for her flight.

  Rachel had never been happier to see a cab in her life. She hurried down the driveway, threw her bags into the car, and didn't look back. It was easy to think of Brad as an arrogant ass. She had been doing it for years. The guy she cared about was gone, and a cocky, snotty guy had taken his place. She hadn't seen him in two years and had been just fine with it. It was so much easier to think of him being a jerk. That way she didn't have to like him. Why had he been home? Why did she have to see him? Why didn't he seem like that same jerk anymore? How could she have let herself have sex with him? Each minute that past, she felt more and more of her old feelings coming back for him. She would be fine once she was back at school. That was her only choice.

  A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 2

  Rachel went through security at the airport and found her gate. It would be hours before her flight would leave. Being the only one waiting at the gate was nice. It was as quiet as she was going to find. She put her stuff on an empty chair and sat down. Her head went back against the seat, and she closed her eyes. Just as she felt herself starting to fall asleep, her phone buzzed. She shook her head as she saw Brad's name on the screen. When she closed her eyes without reading his text, the phone buzzed again. Rachel let out a sigh as she opened the messages.

  Brad: Where are you?

  Brad: Are you okay? You're not answering your door.

  She hit reply.

  Rachel: I'm not home. I'm at the airport.

  Brad: What? You said your flight wasn't until the afternoon.

  Rachel: I had to go.

  Brad: I said I would see you tomorrow. I need to see you before you leave. We need to talk.

  Rachel: There's nothing to talk about. I'm just another notch on the belt of the football star. I'm not dumb enough to think it was anything more than that. You're off the hook. I'm not going to tell anyone.

  Brad: It's not like that at all. Do you regret last night?

  Rachel: No. I was tired of waiting for the right guy to come along. I knew you would be good at what you do. I'm in college and want to have fun. I don't regret you being my first.

  Brad: What do you mean have fun? I can't believe you left without saying goodbye. Just wait until Christmas. I'm bending you over my knee and spanking your ass.

  Rachel: I'm not sure about that. I have to go.

  Brad: Text me when your plane lands.

  Rachel: Goodbye Brad.

  Brad: When you land.

  Rachel shut her phone off and leaned back in her chair. She couldn't help but think about her experience with Brad. He was such a jerk. She had accepted that for the last two years. Why did she have to see him? Why did he have to seem different? It seemed like forever before she was able to board the plane that would take her away from Brad. She couldn't stop thinking about their night together. It was better than she had ever imagined.

  The flight wasn't long at all. Rachel was looking forward to her life getting back to normal. Soon she would be wrapped up in her classes and studying. Brad would be long gone. He would be back to playing star football player with a girl on each arm. By Christmas break, they would have both forgotten about that night of amazing sex.

  Rachel waited to turn her phone on until she was in her dorm unpacked. Her mother didn't seem to be home the few days she was there, so she wouldn't be looking for her. As soon as her phone lit up, she heard the repeated beep of text messages. What the heck, she wondered? She saw a text from her mom asking if she was there yet and apologizing for not being home to send her off. There was another from Karen letting her know that she was safely back at school. There were several of them from Brad. She read them one at a time.

  Brad: Did you land yet?

  Brad: You should have landed over an hour ago? I'm getting on my plane.

  Brad: I can't believe you took off before I could see you.

  Rachel shook her head and laughed. Why was he being so persistent? He hadn't seen her in two years and hadn't seemed to care about her before that. Why was he pretending to care at all, she wondered?

  She got ready for bed and settled in with her tablet. Reading was what she did every night before bed. There was a book she wanted to finish before her classes the next day and she was loaded down with work. Brad had gotten her thinking about donating her time. She hadn't looked for a place by school to help out yet. It was something she had always cared about. It was time to find somewhere to help, she thought. In the morning she planned to do some research.

  Rachel was deep in her reading when her phone rang and startled her. She answered without even looking at it.

  “Hello,” she said.

  “Your phone does work?” Brad asked.

  She let out a laugh.

  “Yes, it works,” she answered.

  “You were supposed to text me. I had to sit through an entire flight worried about you,” he said.

  “You haven't been concerned with me for the last two years. Why pick now to worry?” she said. “I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

  “I know you can,” he said. “How was your flight? The strangest thing happened on mine.”

  Rachel leaned back on her pillow, put her tablet to the side, and listened to his story about his flight. They ended up talking about school and classes. Before she knew it, two hours had gone by and her phone was beeping low battery. She let him go, plugged her phone in to charge, shut off the lights, and closed her eyes. That night was the best she had slept in a long time.

  She found a soup kitchen the next day in walking distance from campus and called to volunteer a few hours a week. By the next evening, she was back in the swing of things. Her teachers had already given out homework. She sat in her room with her microwave dinner and studied. Just when she was getting ready to close her books for the night, her phone rang. She smiled when she saw Brad's number.

  They talked about the soup kitchen she found and about how their day went. Again they talke
d until it was time for her to go to bed. She was surprised how smoothly their conversation went. It was like they had been talking for years. They said their goodbyes. Again, she slept very well.

  Rachel woke up in a great mood and got ready for the day. She was actually looking forward to class. After school, she walked to the soup kitchen and worked. She had forgotten how much she liked helping other people. On her way back to her dorm, she grabbed some food. As soon as she got home, she threw on some sweats, ate, and studied. When she turned on her computer, she was surprised to find a friend request from Brad. Rachel accepted it and searched through his page to see what he put online. She expected to see tons of pictures of him with girls or at parties. There weren't any. She was very surprised.

  Her phone rang around the same time as the night before and she laughed. Brad seemed happy to talk to her. She was surprised how long they had spoken on the phone those two nights. She told him about her volunteering and how much she had missed it. He told her about some things going on with football. They talked for over three hours before she realized how late it was.

  Their phone calls became longer and text messages began mixing in during the days. She would be ready for bed before he called and fall asleep as soon as they hung up. They fell into a pattern over the following couple of weeks. She was learning more about him, and he was getting to know her as more than his little sister's best friend. Some nights she fell asleep when they were still on the phone.

  A few nights before it was time to fly home for Christmas, her roommate was out for the night. She was online and looked at Brad's page. The pictures he had up reminded her of how sexy he was. She picked up her phone and called him for the first time. He sounded surprised to hear from her. She loved the sexy sound of his voice. He told her he had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready to call her.

  “Do you regret that night?” she asked him.

  “No, I don't regret it at all. I regret that it was on my parents' couch since it was your first time. It should have been special. I'm glad it was me. I'm not sure I could deal with the thought of you being with someone else,” he answered.

  “That's not fair. What about the women you've been with since we were together?” she asked. “I have to think about that.”

  “I haven't been with anyone else since then,” he said. “Do you regret it?”

  “Yeah, right,” she said. “Like I'm supposed to believe you haven't been with anyone in three weeks. I don't regret it. It was perfect. It was better than I ever dreamt it could be.”

  “I'm glad I lived up to your expectations for your first time,” he said with a laugh. “Not sure I want to think about who was in your dreams with you. We'll be home in one more week. What are your plans?"

  “Not much,” Rachel answered. “My mom couldn't be bothered to spend time with me while I was home last month. I know Karen wants to hangout. She met some guy at school that lives in the same city back home. I know she wants me to go out with them one night. I'm hoping to relax. These classes have been brutal. What do you have planned?”

  “The guys want to go out,” Brad answered. “That's about it. I'm planning on being home most of the time. I want to spend some time with you. What were you doing before you called me?”

  “I'm in bed already. My roommate is out for the night, so I have the room to myself. I was going to read and snuggle in my covers. Hopefully I can get some extra sleep.”

  “You're all alone in your room?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she answered. “Why?”

  “What are you wearing?” he asked in a low, sexy voice.

  “I'm wearing my panties and a tank top,” she answered. “What are you wearing?”

  “I'm wearing boxers,” he said. “I miss you. It's going to be so good to see you next week. I want to see your beautiful face so bad. There are a few other things I wouldn't mind doing either. Do you know how sexy you are? I'm hard just thinking about it.”

  “Whatever,” she said.

  A few seconds later, she heard her phone buzz.

  “Why did you just text me?” she asked before she let out a gasp. “I can't believe you just sent me that picture.”

  “See what thinking about you does to me. Have you ever had phone sex?” he asked.

  “No,” she snapped.

  “I can be your first for that too,” he said. “Interesting.”

  “Shut up,” she said.

  “I can picture you in bed. You have on panties and a tank top. I can see your nipples hard from thinking about what it would be like to come while you talk to me. Your skin's so soft and perfect. If I were there right now, I would trail tiny kisses along your neck as my hands rubbed your belly and up your shirt. You'd lift your arms as I slowly slid your shirt up them and over your head. Your bare breasts would be waiting for me to kiss them as I played with your nipples. I'd suck your nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I'd pull it with my teeth until it was so hard. Then, I'd move to the other side to do the same thing. I'd slide my hand down your stomach and feel the heat through your panties. Do you know what I would do next?”

  Rachel sucked in a breath as she whispered her answer.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I can picture your back arched off the bed, as you push your breast into my face. My cock's rock hard just thinking about you. Remember, I owe you a spanking for that shit you pulled over Thanksgiving. I can't wait to have your ass in my hands, Rachel. I want you to take your panties off. Tell me when they're off,” he said.

  “Brad,” she whispered.

  “Take them off now,” he commanded.

  Rachel felt heat shoot through her as his voice deepened, and he demanded she remove her panties. It was so damn hot. She was alone in her room. She was so turned on and wanted to come while she talked to him. Her nipples were pointing out just from his words. She slid her panties off and pulled the covers over her.

  “I took them off,” she said nervously.

  “Put the phone on speaker and set it next to you. I want both of your hands free,” he said.

  “Okay,” she answered.

  “Take your shirt off too. I want you to take the covers off so that you are completely naked. Thinking about you naked and waiting has my dick twitching. I want to be there with you more than you know. You have no idea how long I've wanted you. I want you to roll your nipple around in your fingers while you slide your other hand down and rub your clit. Are you wet?”

  Rachel felt her breathing change as she did as he requested. When she slid her finger over her clit, she let out a soft moan.

  “Fuck,” Brad said. “How wet are you?”

  She moved her fingers through her wetness.

  “Very wet,” she answered.

  Rachel felt her back arch as she played with her nipple. She couldn't believe how wet she was just from his words. Sure she had given herself orgasms, but she had never gotten so wet so fast. The thought of him sitting in his apartment, in only his boxers, telling her what to do was such a turn on. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and kiss him.

  “I wish you were here,” she said.

  Rachel's eyes widened when she realized what she had just said.

  “I wish I were too,” he said. “I would bury my mouth in your sweet pussy and lick every inch of you. I can only imagine what you look like right now with your own hand between your legs. Fuck, I want you. Run your fingers up and down your wet pussy for me. Feel how wet I make you. Imagine it being my tongue instead of your fingers. I would thrust my fingers in and out of your tight pussy before replacing them with my dick. Can you picture my cock stretching you wide? You were made for me. I can remember how tight you were around my dick. It was amazing. I want you to move your other hand down between your beautiful legs. Slip one finger in and fuck yourself with it. You have no idea how bad I want to be the one inside of you right now. I want your hand to be the one around my cock stroking me.”

  Rachel entered herself wi
th one finger and gasped as she fucked herself with it.

  “Stick another finger in now, baby. I want you to stretch yourself for me. Move them in and out while you rub your clit with your other hand. I want you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard and rough right now. I'd have your hands above your head, as I held myself above you and thrust into you deep. My cock would be buried so deep inside of you before I pulled out and plunged back in again. I want to fuck you so hard that you feel me for days.”

  Rachel let out a moan as she listened to his sexy voice and thrust her fingers deep inside of herself.

  “I want to hear you, baby. Don't hold back. I want to know what I do to you. The next time I see you, I want to stand above you while you pleasure yourself for me. I want to look into your eyes as you thrust your fingers in and out. When you come, I want to bury myself inside of you balls deep. Then, I'll flip you over, pull your ass in the air, and fuck you even deeper. I want you up against a wall with your legs around my waist. I want you in the fucking shower. I want you on your knees with your lips around my cock. I fucking want you, Rachel. Rub your clit harder, beautiful. Fuck yourself harder with your fingers, and think about how bad my dick wants to be inside of you.”

  Rachel lifted her knees and pushed her fingers in deeper as she rubbed her clit harder. She moaned and gasped as she thought about Brad being inside of her.

  “That's it, baby. I love the way you moan for me. Do you know how bad I want to hear my name escape your lips when you come? When I see you, I'm going to have you screaming my name loud. I can't fucking wait until next week. I'm going to spank your ass while I fuck you harder than you can imagine. Your pussy is mine, baby. I want you to know that. You're mine. It feels so good stroking myself, knowing that your fingers are inside of you. I can see your head back and the look of pleasure on your face. I need you, Rachel. Let me hear you. How does it feel? Does it feel good?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “How good does it feel? Tell me,” he growled.

  That was all it took. She could picture his face and could feel the growl vibrate from his body.

 

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