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

by Sharon Cummin

  Rachel looked at the clock and gasped.

  “I'm so sorry about that. I don't know what happened. I came straight to the dorm and fell back onto my bed. I must have instantly fallen asleep. I didn't mean to freak you out. I can't believe how tired I am. I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

  “I just wanted to make sure you got there okay,” he said. “I miss your ass already. Do you want to go back to sleep?”

  They stayed on the phone and talked for over an hour. She missed him and wanted to be wrapped in his arms while she slept. It had been the best sleep that night they were together. She could definitely get used to that. Hearing his voice made her feel better. When they hung up the phone, she was surprised when he told her loved her. It was like a dream come true. Could it get any better, she thought?

  She woke up the next day feeling sick again. What the fuck, she thought? After a couple of hours, she felt better. The following day, it was the same thing. She couldn't do it anymore. Something was wrong. Classes were getting ready to start again, and she couldn't miss any of them if she was going to keep her grades up. She was so tired and could barely stay awake. The student clinic was open, and she decided to go and see if they could give her something. She wanted to feel better so badly.

  The waiting room was full. It was first come first serve. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. When they called her name, she jumped. Rachel had forgotten where she was. They guided her back to a room and had her wait for the doctor. Her phone buzzed with a text.

  Brad: Hope you're feeling better. I wish I could be there to hold you. Let me know what they say at the doctor. Love you.

  The door opened and she threw her phone in the pile with her clothes. They had checked her weight and height already. She had filled out a huge sheet with tons of questions in the waiting room. The doctor walked in and sat in front of her. She seemed like a nice person, but Rachel wasn't a fan of doctors at all. The woman put her hand on Rachel's knee to calm her down.

  “Just relax,” the woman said. “We're just going to go over the questions you answered and your symptoms. Tell me what's going on.”

  Rachel explained being tired and getting sick at home and then again at school. The doctor looked over her questions and stood up.

  “I'm going to have a couple of tests run. It will take a day to get some of the results, but some I will have right away. I'll come back in when the nurse is done with your tests.”

  The doctor left the room, and the nurse came back in right away. She handed Rachel and cup and pointed her toward the bathroom. When she came back, the nurse took blood from her. She sat alone for about ten more minutes. All she wanted to do was go back to her room and sleep some more. The doctor walked in, moved her stool close to Rachel, and sat down.

  “I have the results from one of the tests. We have to wait for the other. You can call tomorrow, and they can give you the results over the phone. Have you been to see an OBGYN?”

  “No,” Rachel answered. “Why?”

  “Are you sexually active?” the doctor asked. “You should go when you turn eighteen or are sexually active.”

  Rachel's eyes widened and her mouth dropped slightly.

  “I've been with only one man. Once at the end of November and again when I was just home. Please tell me he did not give me something,” Rachel said, as a tear escaped the corner of her eye.

  The doctor put her hands on Rachel's, which were on her lap.

  “Did you use protection?” the doctor asked.

  “Not the first time,” she said. “It was kind of unexpected. We did while I was just home. Do I have something wrong?”

  “You're pregnant,” the doctor said.

  “What?” Rachel squeaked out.

  The doctor shook her head.

  “We did it one time,” Rachel cried. “It must be a mistake.”

  “There's no mistake. I'm thinking you are about five weeks along. We will be able to tell more when we get the blood work back. I'm thinking you will be due around the end of August.”

  Rachel dropped her head into her hands and cried.

  “You should be just fine to finish out the school year,” the doctor said. “You need to make an appointment with an OBGYN once we have the other results. I can forward them over to the doctor you choose. We can refer you to one if you would like.”

  Rachel shook her head.

  “Are you okay?” the doctor asked. “We could call someone if you would like.”

  “No,” Rachel said. “I'm fine. It's a big shock. That thought never crossed my mind.”

  Rachel got back to her dorm and fell onto the bed in tears. What was she going to do, she wondered? She couldn't tell her mom yet. There was no way. Her mom would kill her. She knew she was having the baby. There was no question about that. Brad, she thought. Oh shit! There was no way she was telling him yet. Would he think she did it on purpose? How could he? He was the one that made the first move. She had no plans on having sex with him. The only person she would ever confide in, she couldn't. Her best friend was his sister. Even if she didn't know it was her brother's baby, she would mention that Rachel was pregnant to him. The two siblings were close and talked all the time.

  Rachel knew she wouldn't be able to go back to that college the next year. She couldn't stay in the dorm with a baby. It would have to be an apartment. There was no way she could pay for a place, raise a baby, work, and go to school without any help. She would have to go to school close to home and work. Would her mother let her live there with a baby, she wondered? The thought of adoption crossed her mind, but only for a split second. There was no way she would give her baby up. She would find a way to keep the little one. It was a precious, little life made of her and the one man knew she would love forever. She would find a way to give her baby a good life.

  Brad, she thought again. He was in college on a football scholarship. He was a junior and had to finish school. There were no other options. She wouldn't hold him back from that. He wanted to play professional. She was going to make sure he followed his dreams. The one thing she knew for sure was that she loved him so much. If she had to let him go, she would. It would be the hardest thing she would probably ever do, but she would do it. She didn't want him to be with her because he felt some obligation. Rachel didn't want to be the reason he gave everything up. She had been able to avoid him for two years. There had to be a way she could do that again.

  She sat up in bed and got out a pen and pad of paper. It was time to figure out what she going to do. How could she have gotten pregnant the first time she had sex, she thought? She was only eighteen. She began writing her plan or at least some ideas down. It had only been a little over a month, so she knew she had some time to get her head together. The first thing she needed to do was get a job. She was going to get a paper and start looking in the morning. The doctor gave her a prescription for some vitamins and something to help with her nausea. She would get those filled as well.

  She didn't text Brad back after her appointment. He would call before bed. She would talk to him then. There was too much going on in her mind. When would she tell her mom, she wondered? Her mom wouldn't tell Brad's mom. She knew that much. There was no way she wanted to keep it from her mother. She would have to tell her before she went home over Easter break. The sooner the better, she thought.

  She picked up the phone and called her. When her mom answered the phone, she didn't have to heart to mention it. Her mom went on and on about her boyfriend asking her to move in with him. She wanted to know what Rachel thought of the whole thing. Since she was going to be away for four years besides summers and holidays, her mom thought it was a great idea. There was no way Rachel could ruin what her mother wanted that much. She hung up the phone and got into bed.

  When Brad called her that night, he sounded excited about his new classes and things that were going on. Her roommate hadn't come back to school yet, and he knew she was alone. When he started flirty conversation, she went with it.
She had some huge decisions to make about their relationship and was pretty sure what the outcome would be. Being with him, even if only over the phone, was something she wanted. She put the phone of speaker and listened to his wonderful voice.

  “I miss you so much, baby,” he said. “I want my mouth between your legs so badly. What are you wearing?”

  She had on a pair of shorts and a tank top.

  “A pair of lace, pink panties and bra,” she answered.

  “Take them off and get under the covers,” he said.

  She took off her clothes and got back under the covers.

  “Slip your hand slowly down your neck to your breast. I want you to cup it in your hand and squeeze it gently. Roll your nipple through your fingers and tease it. I would love to lean over you and lick around your nipple. Then, I would take it between my teeth and pull. I would put my hands on your breasts and show them so much love.”

  She did as he asked without a word.

  “Leave that hand on your nipple, but slide your other hand down your belly and between your legs. I want so fucking bad to be between your perfect, soft thighs. Rub your hand over them. I would give you tiny kisses along your thighs, making sure not to touch your pussy. Slip your hand across your pussy. Spread yourself with your fingers and feel how wet you are.”

  Rachel let out a soft moan as her fingers grazed her wetness.

  “How wet are you?” he asked.

  “Very,” she answered.

  “Run your finger through the slick path and across your clit. Bring that finger up, open your mouth, and suck it. I want you to taste what I want so badly. I want to hear you suck the juices from your finger.”

  Rachel was surprised that it turned her on even more when she sucked her finger loud enough for him to hear.

  “It tastes so good, Brad. Are you stroking your cock? Is it hard and ready?”

  Rachel shocked herself by her actions. She wanted both of them to enjoy what they were doing. She heard him moan and knew she wanted to say even more.

  “I want your cock. I want to slide my tongue over the tip and lick up the dots of juice that rest on it. I want to lick down your length. I want to take your hard shaft in my hand and stroke you while I lick from the base to the tip. My lips would wrap around the top as I slid you into my throat one inch at a time. Once you were all the way in, I would suck you so damn hard. My pussy's so wet just thinking about your amazing cock being inside of me.”

  She heard him groan and knew he was touching himself. It was so fucking hot.

  “I'm rubbing my fingers over my clit and pulling my nipple. I'm sticking two fingers inside my dripping pussy and thinking about you. I would love for it to be your hard cock inside of me.”

  “Take your fingers out and back in, baby. Think about my dick being buried inside of you. I fucking want you so bad,” Brad said, as he took the conversation over again. “Pinch your nipple. I can picture your back arching as you slide your body over the sheets. I can see you on your back, with your fingers inside your beautiful pussy. I want to be there so bad. I want to see you come for me at your own hand. Fuck yourself with those fingers, baby. Thrust them in deep and hard. Reach that spot that makes you come and moan my name. I want to fuck you so bad right now. I can see your juices dripping from your fingers as you fuck yourself for me. They run down your ass and onto your bed. I want to lick them up. I can taste you on my tongue right now. Move your fingers faster and play with your clit. I want to hear you, baby. I want to hear you moan and cry out while I stroke my cock for you.”

  Rachel moaned loud and cried out his name. She couldn't hold back. Just hearing his voice talking to her like that had her on the edge of coming.

  “Oh, Brad,” she moaned. “I fucking want you inside of me. I need you.”

  “Fuck, Rachel,” he growled. “I want to be your fingers right now. Oh shit! Fuck yourself for me. Lift your ass off the bed and get your fingers inside that soaking pussy. Take them deep. I fucking want you. I want to be so deep inside. Hook your fingers. Thrust them deep, baby. I can only imagine how damn wet you are right now. I bet your dripping all over your fingers. Fuck, baby.”

  Rachel cried out again.

  “Brad, fuck, I'm coming,” she moaned. “Oh, Yes, Oh.”

  She repeated his name over and over as he slammed his hand down his shaft.

  “Fuck, baby,” he growled, as he came.

  They were both panting into the phone. Once their breathing calmed, she grabbed her phone and turned off the speaker. He asked her about what the doctor said, and she was quickly brought back to reality.

  “Nothing really,” she said. “I'm feeling much better already.”

  When they ended the call, she was sad and sobbed into her pillow. She made her decision to distance herself from Brad and let him have the college life he deserved. How she was going to stay away from him, she had no idea.

  The next morning, she got a paper to look for jobs. She searched on the internet as well. Her resume was sent out to several places, and she hoped she would hear back quickly.

  Classes started, and Rachel tried to keep her mind on her assignments. She got a job at a store close by and was able to arrange her schedule around her classes. If she kept her mind busy with work and school, she would be able to avoid thinking about him. She could work enough to be able to save money for the summer. Once the year was over, she would need to find a place of her own. Her mom had assured her that she would have a room of her own where she was moving. Rachel was hoping she wouldn't have to stay with her mom and the boyfriend for long. Slowly, Rachel began to cut back her communication with Brad. She made up excuses about why she couldn't talk and he seemed to be buying it. He wasn't sure why she had gotten a job, but he knew he needed to support what she wanted.

  Rachel felt horrible for pushing everyone away. Her conversations with her mom cut back to only texting here and there. She knew her mom was happy, but she wasn't in any mood to hear about it every two minutes. Rachel hadn't been talking to Karen much either. Her friend was busy and things seemed to be getting serious with her and Sam. Karen did seem excited that they would see each other over Easter break though. Brad would text her every night, and she would text back. He seemed upset that she wasn't making time for him. She let him know that she had to work and needed a life as well. He had his football friends and a social life. She didn't have one, but he didn't need to know that.

  Two months had gone by since she went back to school. She was in her groove between school and work and was saving every penny she could. Rachel was feeling better. Her sickness had slowed down considerably. She had been to two baby appointments and had heard the little one's heartbeat. Each time she heard it, she was just as shocked. Everything was going good.

  Brad would mention football with excitement during their few conversations. She knew she was making the right decision with him. It would be hard to ever see him with another woman, but she knew it would happen if she let him go. She thought it might be good if her mom moved before the summer. That way, maybe she could avoid Brad even knowing she was pregnant. If she avoided Karen, she would be in the clear. She wasn't sure how she was going to give up her best friend, but she would find a way. It would be worth it for Brad to be able to follow his dreams. She knew if he found out she was pregnant, he would feel obligated to give it up. That was not going to happen.

  Rachel stood in front of the mirror before her appointment and noticed a baby bump. She wondered if anyone else would be able to tell she was pregnant. That would not be good. She wasn't ready to tell anyone yet. When she went to the doctor, they did an ultrasound. She was able to see her little one on the screen. It was so amazing. She already loved the baby so much. The technician gave her some pictures to take with her. They couldn't tell the sex of the baby, but she would have another ultrasound right after the Easter break. She looked at the picture every day and knew that all of her hard work would be worth it to take care of her baby.

  The month that
followed was difficult for her. How was she going to go home? She wasn't ready to face them. Any of them. Her bump had grown, and there would be no hiding that she was pregnant. They would all know. Her mother was just moving her things in with her boyfriend. She wanted to give her mom at least a month to adjust to living with him before giving her the news. It was hard not having anyone to talk to about the situation. Rachel talked to her roommate a little, but they weren't close enough to get into all of the details with her. She hadn't booked her plane ticket home yet and decided she wasn't going to. How was she going to tell them all she wasn't going?

  Since she decided to stay, she knew she could save extra money. She would pick up a couple of extra shifts at her job. It would be a good thing, and maybe she could get her mind off of Brad. He needed to be the first one she told. She had been pushing him away more and more. They talked once every couple of days. He told her he loved her every time he hung up the phone. She wasn't sure what was on his mind. Did he think she didn't like him? Did he not notice? Did he have so much going on that he didn't even care? She knew she was going to tell him that night on the phone and wasn't looking forward to it. It was going to be so hard not to see him.

  Her phone rang just as she was on her way into her room from work. She was so tired, but she couldn't put off telling Brad.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “Hey, babe. How was your day?” he asked.

  He always sounded so happy. She loved him so much.

  “It was crazy. I'm so tired, but I have to finish some homework. Work was super busy. How was yours?” she asked.

  “It was okay. I worked out with some of the guys and had classes. I can't wait to see you. I'm counting the minutes until I can hold you in my arms. I was thinking about getting a room while we're home. What do you think?”

  “About that,” she said in a low voice.

  “Rachel,” he said. “What's wrong?”

  “I'm not coming home. I have to work. They won't give me the time off,” she said.