New Found Brother

“How are you enjoying work?”

The voice of Marie stopped me as I walked out the back door of the café. Her shift had ended a half-hour earlier then mine, and she had been waiting outside the back door for me, just as she always did. I shrugged and shoved my hands in the pockets of my work jeans.

“It gets me out of the apartment. What about you?” I asked her, starting to walk towards the street.

She fell in step besides me, this time she shrugged. “Waitressing isn’t as fun as people tell you.”

“No one ever told me it was fun,” I stated looking down at her. Marie was the same age as me, and was Jeff’s “annoying” little sister. I didn’t find her annoying, not in the least. She’s become a pretty close friend of mine over the past two months of me living in the city.

She smiled and placed her arm through mine, resting her head on my shoulder as we walked. She yawned, covering her mouth with her free hand. “Can I spend the night with you, Pax? I’m too tired to walk all the way home.”

I smiled at her, “Are you hitting on me?”

“Naw, you’re not my type.”

“What about a cab?”

“No money.”

“Your dad is like the richest lawyer in the city, how can you not have any money?”

“How come you don’t want me to stay with you?” she made a little pouting motion with her lips as she looked up at me. “You and Jeff do things you’re not supposed to?”

I raised a brow, but shook off her question. I hadn’t the slightest clue what she meant by that. “You have school in the morning.”

“So do you, and we have half the same classes. No matter your excuse, I’ll counter it.”

I knew she was right. Every time she asked to stay over, she found a way to do it. And Jeff was always on her side, letting her do it. I knew that this time would be no different from any other. I gave a sigh, and she knew instantly I had given in. she gave a strange, child-like squeal and gripped hold of my arm tighter, jumping slightly.

We made our way back to the apartment that I was living at with Jeff. Marie knew the apartment almost as well as I did, and she instantly went to my room like she always did. She was in there for several minutes before coming back out, wearing a pair of my boxers and one of my t-shirts.

“Do you always have to wear my clothes?”

“Jeff’s don’t fit me.” She slid on one of the stools that surrounded the island, and placed her hands under her chin as she watched me move around the kitchen finding things to make for dinner. “So... how do you and Jeff get along?”

“What do you mean?” I asked setting a skillet on the stove.

“I mean... like how’s your relationship?”

I shrugged, “like brothers? I don’t know what your getting at. Are you saying there should be more to our relationship then being friends.”

She quickly shook her head, “no.”

I frowned at her, but continued to make us something to eat, wondering if Jeff was going to be home late again.

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I was in a sound sleep when I heard the bathroom door closing. I groaned a little, and shifted, finding something heavy laying on me. I opened an eye and looked down to find Marie spread across my chest in just as deep sleep as I was.

I moved a little under her, suddenly realizing that I had to pee. I moved again, getting ready to pry her off my. But she moaned and wrapped her arms tighter around my chest. I silently cursed at myself, one for finally letting her sleep in my bed over the couch, and two for not taking the couch myself. Jeff probably thought his baby sister and I were in some sort of relationship that we weren’t. But Marie and I had both come to the understanding that we were friends only.

“Marie,” I moaned, “I have to pee.”

She hugged me tighter, “you’re warm.”

“It’s called a blanket, now come on,” I attempted to push her off me. Well, at least by the time I got her off, Jeff would be out of the bathroom.

The only movement she made was burying her face deeper on my chest.

I groaned before physically pushing her off of me. She gave a wary sigh and rolled over, taking my pillow with her. I slid off the side of the bed and pulled the comforter up around Marie’s shoulders, before leaving my room, opening and closing the door behind me.

I walked to the bathroom door and found it to still be closed with the light on. I knocked on the door, “Jeff, can you hurry up?”

It was another few moments before I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and the sink running. When finally the door opened, I looked at Jeff. He didn’t look very... sober. He was just in his silk pajama pants, shirtless like usual, and he smelled like a bar. Well that would explain why I never heard him come in. He’d probably actually only been home a couple hours if that.

He stumbled slightly as he stepped forward, grabbing hold of the wall. I had never actually seen him drunk, so I wondered if he was completely wasted or just a little. Not that it was really my business what he did anyway. I went into the bathroom. I washed my hands and left the bathroom, wholly intending on stealing my pillow from Marie and finishing the rest of the night on the couch.

As soon as the light was out and I stepped into the darkened hall, I felt someone grab the front of my shirt and pull me towards them. I lost my balance, bracing myself on the bare chest of Jeff. Slightly confused on what was going on, I found myself starting to stutter out the question of what he was doing. Before I could get out a full sentence, he pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened and I attempted to push him away, but his arm circled around my waist, while his other hand cupped the back of my head, pressing me closer to him at all angles.

My hands slipped up his chest and gripped his bare shoulders as he began to move. If I hadn’t grabbed him, I would have fallen, most likely taking him with me. After an awkward moment of him half dragging me while kissing me, I found the back of my knees pressed against his bed. My eyes widened as I attempted to pull away from him again, but he held me firm as he pushed me back onto the bed, following with his whole body.

I was lost. I hadn’t the slightest clue what had possessed my brother. Sure, he was at least a little drunk, but to go as far as to kiss his own brother? I’m not gay, at least I’m pretty damned sure I’m not, so if he had been hinting anything over the past month, I had probably missed it. Maybe he just wasn’t in the right state of mind and thought I was someone else all together.

All the thoughts in my head vanished when his hand left the back of my hand, and found itself on my thigh. My eyes were wider then they probably had ever been before in my life. What the fuck did he think he was doing?!

My hands once again fell to his chest and I pushed him with all my strength. This time, his lips broke contact and he moved back a little. But it wasn’t long before I found my wrists in his hands and held above my head. He straddled my thighs, and I didn’t even want to think of what I felt coming from between his legs.

“Kiss me back,” he said panting with a deep throaty voice.

“What?”

He took advantage of my mouth being open and kissed me again, this time thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His tongue roamed through my mouth. I was so confused and for some reason enjoying this. I even did as he asked, and kissed back, pressing myself upwards moaning slightly.

Jeff thrusted his hips against mine causing a startled gasp to fall from my lips. My entire body went hot and I felt as if I were in heaven. I kissed him back harder, moving my hips with his as he continued to thrust against me, my head spinning with each movement...

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The weight against my chest was suddenly becoming unbearable. I opened my eyes and looked around my sunlit room. Marie was more-or-less completely on top of me. One of her legs was across my thighs, and her head and one arm over my chest. I groaned and shifted slightly, looking down my body.

My eyes widened as I realized that I had a hard on.

“Marie, it’s time to get up,” I said, more awake then I normally would be at six-thirty in the morning.

She moaned and buried her head into my chest, “just a few more minutes. You’re warm.”

My eyes widened at her words, and I quickly pushed her off me. Before I could hear her protests, I quickly got off the bed and moved across the room, barely noticing the pillow that hit my back.

I entered the bathroom and locked myself in. I looked in the mirror, and then looked down my body. Please tell me that wasn’t from a dream about Jeff. I had an extremely attractive girl lying on top of me all night, and I had to be dreaming about my brother.

I decided to take a shower. A cold shower.

After my shower I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Paaaax.” Marie whined through the door, “I’m hungry, what are you going to make me for breakfast?”

I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door a bit and look out at her, “you keep that up and people are going to think we’re dating.”

She gave me a pretty smile, “is that a bad thing? I want French toast. No excuses, I just looked to see if we had everything, and we do. So I want French toast.” She gave a sharp nod before moving back into my room, still wearing my boxers and shirt I noticed.

I shook my head and picked my clothes up off the bathroom floor and left, heading back to my room. Thankfully, Jeff’s door was still firmly shut. I wasn’t sure if I could deal with him right off after having such an embarrassing dream.

I entered my room and found Marie sitting at my desk, her legs crossed under her, and reading my literature book. I moved towards my closer to find something to wear for the day.

“You should go to the gym.”

I jumped and turned around to look at Marie, who was now watching me with her head cocked slightly. “What?”

“You should go to the gym,” she repeated. “You need to work out more. You’d look really hot with killer abs. Not that you’re not hot or anything, just saying you’d be hotter, then maybe you’d be my type.”

I arched a brow, “you’re weird... turn around.”

I motioned with one of my fingers as I held a pair of boxers in my other hand. She sighed and turned the chair back around. Once I was satisfied she wasn’t going to look, I too turned and pulled the towel from my waist before pulling on my boxers. I turned slightly, just to make she sure hadn’t looked, then quickly finished getting dressed for the day.

“All right, I’ll make you French toast.”

Marie gave a delighted squeal, and followed me from the room, wrapping her arms around my chest causing me to stumble a little. I wasn’t Marie’s type, but she sure did have a thing for clinging to me.

I made her the French toast, just like she wanted and just how she wanted. I liked to cook, but I decided that I only wanted to cook when there wasn’t a woman present to criticize everything I did. We sat down around the kitchen island and began to eat. That’s when I heard Jeff’s bedroom door open. Marie and I both looked up, expecting to see Jeff enter, but instead it was a woman in risqué black lingerie.

I arched a brow and looked over to Marie. She was glaring.

“Well now, don’t you two make such a cute couple,” the woman said.

“Go to hell, Michelle,” Marie said smoothly.

I tried not to choke on my milk.

The woman, Michelle, glared back at Marie, and I had a feeling the two had some past history that was best I kept my nose out of.

“Morning,” came the scratchy voice of Jeff as he entered the room yawning and scratching his head. I blushed when I noticed that he was wearing nothing but his pajama pants. He went over to the fridge and opened it, looking inside. Michelle approached him, and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck. But she wasn’t watching Jeff, her gaze seemed attached to Marie.

Marie just glared at her, before grabbing my forearm and pulling me from my stool and dragging me into my room again.

Marie slammed the door once we were both inside and made a strange growling noise. “I can’t believe he has her here!”

“Who is she?”

“She’s no better then a prostitute, that’s who she is.”

I gave a nod as if I understood, even though I really didn’t. I moved to the desk chair and sat down, “Jeff sleeps with whores?”

“No, you can bet he didn’t fuck her. She probably got completely wasted last night, and threw herself on him. And Jeff being Jeff was a gentleman and brought her here.” Marie threw her hands in the air before pulling off her shirt. She mumbled to herself as she changed into a pair of my pants and another one of my shirts.

“You’re wearing my clothes to school?” I questioned.

“Well you can’t actually expect me to wear the same thing I wore yesterday can you?”

“People are really going to think we’re dating.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

I shrugged, “no, not really.”

“Good.”