New Found Brother

It was about three hours after I had gone to my room, frustrated with everything that had to do with Jeff. How could he not remember the kiss. I think even if I was drunker then hell I’d remember something like that. I mean, Jeff could kiss! I closed my eyes as the same thoughts ran through my head for at least the hundredth time since I had gone to my room. Jeff could kiss, and I wanted to kiss him again. And again. And again. I had admitted that much to myself, finally. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and kiss me like the world was going to end.

“I’m hungry.”

I jumped slightly, looking up to find Jeff standing in my doorway, looking at me. I looked down at the cook book and notebook in front of me. I was working on my homework the teacher had given us over the break. Well it wasn’t exactly homework, just something she suggested doing. “Make it yourself,” I said, dragging the eraser of my pencil back to the line in the cook book I had been reading before getting caught up in my thoughts again.

“I’m no good at cooking.”

“So then don’t eat.” Yes, I was being an ass. Maybe if he remembered the kiss I wouldn’t be.

“What the hell crawled up your butt and died?” he asked, turning and leaving my door way.

I jumped from my chair and stalked after him. “You want to know what ‘crawled up my butt and died’?” I asked him, trying not to scream it at him.

“Be nice to know,” he said turning around walking backwards as I followed.

“What’s the last thing you remember last night?”

“My sixth shot.”

No wonder he was drunk off his ass. “So you don’t remember a damn thing that happened after you got home?”

“No, should I?” he gave me a suspicious look.

“Well I sure in the hell remember. Every damn part of it.”

He stopped, his back against the counter, and I stopped a foot or so away from him.

“Did I... do something to you?” he asked, as if he was afraid of the answer.

“You sure in the hell did! You kissed me! And you had the nerve to do it while drunk so you wouldn’t remember.”

He frowned, “I’d remember kissing you.”

“Oh really? Believe me; I remember it happened perfectly well. I was sober after all.”

“I didn’t kiss you.” Jeff stated defending himself.

“Fine, whatever you didn’t kiss me. But I sure in the hell remember it happening, so there’s the one kiss you wanted, and don’t expect to get another one out of me! If you can’t remember it, it’s your own damn fault.” I turned to go back to my room again, when Jeff grabbed hold of my upper arm (rather forcefully I might add) and turned me to face him again. Before I had the chance to protest, I found his lips for the second time in little under twelve hours pressed against mine.

Yeah, I had known when I told him he wasn’t getting another one out of me it was a lie. It would either end up with him kissing me, like it was, or me kissing him. I was glad he was kissing me, probably would turn out better the way. I groaned, pressing myself closer to him, letting out my frustration with him through the kiss.

He let go of my arm and wrapped one arm around my waist, the other behind my head, pressing my closer to him, taking all I had to offer. My own arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled myself to my toes, giving him all I had. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue with a sigh. He tasted better now. Didn’t taste like alcohol. Instead he tasted... forbidden. Like something I wasn’t supposed to have or enjoy.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, pulling myself even closer. After several minutes of us standing there, our lips locked together and our tongues fighting for dominance, he pulled back. I gave a small whimper and opened my heavy eyes, looking at him. He was breathing harder than before, and I realized I was breathing almost as hard.

He stared at me, not saying anything like I expected him to. Instead he attacked me with lips, both his hands falling to my jean clad butt. His hands slipped inside the pockets and he squeezed my butt cheeks. I gasp from it, but had little time to react otherwise, as suddenly lifted me up so that my feet were no longer touching the floor. My arms around his neck tightened, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, not at all missing the hard on he had present, and not even close to missing my own.

I pushed all thoughts of this bring my brother, and a male for that matter, from my head and just enjoyed what was happening to me. Though I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I’d done this very thing to one of my exes before taking her to my room and sleeping with her. I stopped kissing Jeff, this time it was me pulling back. I wasn’t ready for that much. Kissing? Okay. Sex? Not so much. I had gotten over the fact that I liked my brother, now I needed to get over the fact that that made me at least bi.

I didn’t voice my opinions though; instead I was curious on where Jeff was taking me. It wasn’t the direction of his room, or mine for that matter. Instead he was walking, me clinging to him and completely breathless, to the couch.

He stopped besides the cough, his hands slipping out of my pockets, before slowly lowering me down onto the couch. My grip around his neck loosened when I decided that he wasn’t going to just drop me. Instead, I was finding my back on the cool material of the suede couch, and him poised over me.

My hands were resting lightly on his shoulders, and his own were on either side of me. He stared down at me. “You were saying what would never happen again?” he asked me.

I tried not to smile, instead I closed my eyes and swallowed, my head falling back slightly. “Kiss me,” I said almost completely breathless, unsure if I was demanding him to kiss me again or simply answering his question.

He obviously took it as a demand, as I suddenly felt his lips on the side of my exposed neck, nipping at my exposed skin slightly. His hands found their way underneath my shirt, his fingers clasping around my waist. I sucked in a breath, arching my back against the heat of his touch, wanting him to touch me more. My own fingers gripped his t-shirt tightly, scrunching the material around his shoulders, a sharp pain quickly going through them.

I bit my lower lip, squeezing my eyes tightly as his bit me again, harder this time, while his hands took advantage of my willingness and roamed over my chest. Everywhere his fingers touched, my skin burned from the heat of his fingers, and I moaned, arching even high, pulling my legs up slightly as my fingers clung even tighter to his shirt.

His lips left my neck, and I could feel a quick breath of fresh air reach the damp skin. Within a flash I realized why he had pulled back, to take off my shirt, my own hands breaking contact with his. He tossed my shirt somewhere past the coffee table. I reached up again, my hands grabbing the shirt at his shoulders, and I gave a half-hearted tug.

Jeff smirked at me, before pulled his own shirt off and tossing it in the same area as mine. He then pushed my legs down onto the couch, and straddled my thighs. I stared up at him, as he perched himself slightly triumphantly on top of me. I stared at his well formed chest, the one that I had gotten to see on many occasions, only this time looking at it in a light. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“Touch me.”

My eyes shot up to his at his near breathless demand. He looked at me with almost a plea in his eyes. My eyes trailed back to his chest, and I brought my hands up, and ran my fingers over his abs. He sucked in a breath as if he’d never been touched like that before. I decided to ignore him, and his own hands which were starting to explore my own chest, and run my own exploration. There wasn’t a bit of flesh or crevice I didn’t run my hands over in my exploration.

I found his ticklish spot in that moment; it was just under his ribs. I couldn’t help but smile and run my hands over that spot again, looking up to see him trying not to laugh from it. He returned my smile, before leaning forward, claiming my lips once again. I smiled against his lips, moving my arms so they went around his waist, and I put my hands into his back pockets this time, pulling his entire body closer to mine.

He pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently sucking on it. I felt one of this hands running down my chest, while he used the other to brace himself. I felt his hand come to the top of my jeans and his fingers going for the button. I gasp, pulling my mouth away from his, and quickly caught his hand with my own, pulling it away from my hands.

He gave me a confused look. Unfortunately I found myself unable to speak, so I swallowed and shook my head while looking up at him. He seemed to understand though, and said what I couldn’t, “too much?”

Jeff smiled, kissing me chastely, intertwining his fingers with mine, and moving my hand above my head. He reached for my other hand still in his pocket and did the same with that one. I now had both my hands being hand above my head, and Jeff completely one top of me, making no point to move, even though I had stopped him from doing something he probably really wanted to do. At least he wasn’t angry from it, instead he seemed... understanding about it, and completely fine with it.

I sighed, closing my eyes, content with how we were. Then I felt his lips taking mine, dipping his tongue deep inside of mine, and his hips suddenly thrust into mine, probably in an attempt to show me I was missing. I moaned from the sudden friction, arching up against him as much as possible our bare chests making contact.

His fingers let go of mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck again, while one of his arms went around my back, and we pulled each other even closer. Jeff continued to thrust against me, and I wrapped my legs around him slightly. Even though we both still had our jeans on, it felt as if there was nothing between us at all.

My head fell back, breaking off the kiss. His lips made contact with my collar bone as he quickened his pace. I moaned, wrapping my arms tighter around him, pulling my head up and kissed his neck.

Then it ended, his pace slowing, and he panted against my neck, still holding me tightly. We were like that for several minutes. Holding each other, my legs still wrapping around him, my lips still slightly pressed against his neck. I closed my eyes, finally letting my head fall back to the couch, breathing deeply trying to get my breath back into a regular pattern.

Jeff let go of my, and sat up again. I let my legs and arms slip from him, never opening my eyes even as he climbed off me and the couch. I frowned slightly. So, he was going to do all that to me and then leave? He really was an ass. I opened my eyes a little and looked to see where he was going. He wasn’t going anywhere, I found. Instead he sat down onto the floor. He pulled up one leg and rested his arm on it, staring at the blank TV.

“Don’t hate me,” he words were quiet, slightly worried and still breathless as he tried to get his own get into a pattern.

“Why?” I questioned, swallowing, and turning to my side.

He turned a little and looked at me for a quick moment before looking back at the screen, “I couldn’t stop myself.”

I realized what he was worried about, or at least I was pretty sure. It was me stopping him from getting my pants off. I smiled a little, bringing my hand up and running my fingers through his hair. “I don’t hate you. I don’t think I could either, no matter what you did to me.” I trailed off for a moment, “I just need a little time to process that everything that’s happened.”

He nodded, his movements calculated.

I smiled, running my pointer finger over his shoulder, before letting his fall down his side, letting it reach his ticklish spot. He jolted to the side and turned to glare at me.

“Watch it boy before you find me on top of you again.”

My smile grew at his threat.

But before I could tell him that I might end up liking the too much, the door suddenly opened. Jeff quickly got to his feet and I sat up looking over the back of the couch. Marie closed the door behind her, and looked around. She spotted us at the couch and arched a finely plucked eyebrow.

“Am I interrupting something?” she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jeff shook his head, “nope. We were just discussing what to have for lunch. And I’d appreciate it if you’d learn to use the doorbell which is provided right next to the door.” I noticed the slight snarl on the corner of Jeff’s lips as he mentioned something about the doorbell. Then he looked down at me, “Chinese?”

I nodded, “yeap.”

I watched as Jeff walked around the coffee table and quickly snatched up his shirt before walking to the kitchen, grabbing his phone and walking off to his bedroom to get us something to eat and probably change. I turned my gaze to Marie who gave me a suspicious look.

I climbed off the couch and went to grab my own shirt, before heading to my own bedroom. I needed to change too, at least my boxers. I didn’t fail to notice Marie’s heels clicking after me.

I entered my room, attempting to shut the door, but Marie caught it and walked through shutting it behind her.

“I take it you two,” she looked my half naked body up and down, “kissed and made up. Or made out?”

I sent her a glare, pulling a new shirt from my drawer. “Nothing happened,” I stated pulling the shirt on over my head.

She stalked over to me and pressed her thumb against the spot where Jeff had bit and sucked on my neck. “Oww!” I pulled from her finger and pressed my hand against the sensitive flesh.

“Ha! I knew it. So, how far did you two get. Was he any good.”

“You seem pretty okay with your brother making out with his brother.”

Marie shrugged, “if it makes him happy. Why are you not okay with it?”

“I didn’t say that, now did I? What are you here for anyway?”

“Oh! Right, our plane leaves in two hours. I wanted to say bye, and that I’d see you in two weeks.”

Ahh, two weeks of peace, I mentally told myself. “Well then, see you in two weeks, and have fun.” I kissed her on the cheek, before turning her and giving her a nudge to the door. “Now go tell Jeff and catch your plane. I have to change.”

She gave a small huff at being pushed then giggled, knowing all too well why I had to change. Thankfully though, she actually left my room, closing the door behind her.