Court: Are we still on? I haven’t heard from you.
Court: Do you want to watch a movie? I can bring snacks.
Court: Hello????
Crap. That last one was 45 minutes ago.
Me: Hey, I am so sorry! Aston and I lost track of time. I’m leaving the restaurant now.
Me: I’m beat – I don’t think coming over is the best idea tonight. I can bring you coffee in the morning before I head out?
She’s probably either asleep or really pissed off. Not that I blame her. I normally never lose track of time like that, and I’ve certainly never stood her up like this.
Finally, after a few minutes, I see the text bubbles pop up.
Court: Whatever, it’s fine. I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Luca.
Well, that was easy enough.
Now, to head home and pass the fuck out. Not looking forward to the long ass drive tomorrow, but at least I’m driving it alone.
I love long drives by myself.
There’s nothing quite like the open road, music blaring, singing your heart out, with nothing around but you and your thoughts.
I’m trying not to think about how awkward it’s going to be to live with Branson and see him all the time, especially considering the thought of him naked and coming crosses my mind frequently since that party. I’m not even gay—riddle me that. Our relationship used to be so easy before he went to college. We would hang out with no problem and things always felt comfortable.
The thing is, I’ve never been attracted to a man or thought of them in any capacity other than platonically. And he is my freaking family. He’s my goddamn stepbrother, for fuck’s sake. Yet, I can feel my cock begin to wake up at the thought.
I’m losing my fucking mind.
I need to come. That’s what this is. The last time Courtney and I had sex was days ago, and it was less than satisfying. Once I rub one out, I’ll be good. I can go to bed and get these ridiculous thoughts out of my head. Slipping my hand under the waist of my boxers, I tease my fingers over my already thickening cock. Shivering at the contact, I let out a sigh when I start massaging my balls.
I need this. Maybe Courtney should’ve come over after all. I begin to think about her long brown hair that always smells like vanilla and coconuts. In my mind, I’m wrapping my hand around her hair and kissing her roughly. As I kiss her, I imagine slipping my hand down into her panties and finding her soaking wet for me.
Now fully hard, I stroke my cock leisurely from root to tip. Imagining bending Courtney over my desk and plunging into her wet heat, I stroke myself harder and faster, and fuck, does it feel good.
Someone comes up behind me as I fuck Courtney, and they start kissing and nibbling on my neck. Groaning at the thought, my dick leaks pre-cum as I pump myself faster. In my mind, I turn my head and see a head of black hair continuing to kiss my neck as they work their hands down my body. Letting my head fall back onto their shoulder, I revel in the feeling of their hands all over me.
Just this once, and only in the privacy of my own thoughts, do I let my mind drift to where I really want it to go, finally admitting to myself that the hard, hot body behind me in my fantasy, belongs to my stepbrother.
Suddenly, it’s only him and I, with Courtney long gone. Turning around, I stare into his dark eyes that are full of lust and desire, and I know with certainty mine would match.
I briefly wonder what it would feel like to kiss his lips, feel his stubble on my face, his tongue plunging into my mouth and absolutely owning me.
What would he taste like?
Would he be rough or gentle?
The thought of simply kissing him and touching him has my balls drawing up and it’s Branson’s name falling off my lips when I finally let go and come all over my hand and stomach.
Melting into my bed, exhaustion takes over. I don’t even give myself the chance to wonder where the fuck that fantasy came from, or even clean myself up, because I immediately drift off into a deep sleep.