“I’m glad you liked it,” I said.
“Want me to do you as well?” he asked as he put his hand on my thigh.
“No thanks, I’m fine,” I said removing it.
“Oh, ok. But if you ever need me to, just ask.”
He was far less accustomed to being proactive about this, being too shy to just initiate or ask but that was fine by me, I liked him how he was. With that, we left the couch and went to the bedroom where we could lie down together and sleep, cuddling and holding each other till the morning came.
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“You know, I haven’t seen you smile so much before,” said Jenny.
“Oh, really?” I answered her.
“Yeah, it’s sweet, I don’t know why, but it was nice seeing you two together.”
I kept thinking about the proper thing to answer and as conversations weren’t my forte, so I remained silent for a few more seconds staring at the screen.
“You two must be very close huh?” she asked me.
“Yeah,” I said to her, “We’ve always been close I guess. We couldn’t rely on our parents growing up so we always relied on each other instead.”
“That’s soooo cute,” she said to me “I mean you and your brother, not your shitty childhood.”
“Kinda weird to me, honestly,” I heard Brian say.
I wondered; did we do anything inappropriate in front of them? Were we too obvious?
“Sorry, it’s just that my sister and I never got along so it’s kinda weird to me seeing two siblings being so…”
“You dummy,” interrupted Jenny almost throwing a stapler at his head “Just because you got a shitty family doesn’t mean you have to…”
“Hey, I was just kidding, like you said, it’s adorable.” said Brian now smiling at me too, “Also, I don’t have a shitty family, I’ll let you know I had a pretty good upbringing.”
He wasn’t kidding, they said his parents were supposed to be rich but I was pretty sure they weren’t billionaires or anything like that. I always got more of an upper-middle-class vibe personally. Besides, if they were so rich, why not send him to a fancier school?
Finally, I was on my break, and I got my usual coffee and muffin to accompany my salad to eat outside in the garden. I was alone as no one else had their break at that same time, and that was fine with me, I needed some time for myself. I liked being able to enjoy the sun, feel the fresh air and walk over the grass far away from computers and Uni documents.
“Hey there, can I join you?”
In front of me stood Brian who surprised me with his visit.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, “I thought your break wasn’t until later,”
“Don’t worry,” he laughed, “You can take your break pretty much at any time you want, as long you get the day’s work done in the end they don’t care.”
He was always like that, carefree and a bit reckless. It used to infuriate me more but now I’m just waiting for him to get in trouble and learn his lesson, even if it seemed like that was never going to happen.
He tried to get a conversation out of me, mostly I just spent the time giving him short answers and looking at my salad in silence, I sucked at this, and he could tell. Not sure why he kept insisting on asking me out when I probably would just bore him.
“Hey, Logan?” he said.
“Yes?”
“I really like you.”
I hoped this moment wouldn’t come, hearing him talk about his feelings for me, trying and failing to make a romantic speech that wasn’t going to woo anyone. It was getting uncomfortable for me and he was embarrassing himself.
“Well? What do you have to say?” he suddenly asked me.
“Oh Brian… listen, you’re a sweet guy, really sweet…”
And with that, I gave my own speech about what an amazing guy he was and how he would find someone to make him happy, but I just wanted to stay friends with him, the whole thing. It was awful to see the expression on his face, but I was happy that we could finally move on from there. He apologized and left, obviously trying to contain his tears, I was now alone thinking about whether we would stay friends or try our best to avoid each other.
The next few days were awkward. We kept our distance and didn’t talk. Jenny knew of course, and she just tried her best to move on like us. Brian was not the kind of guy to dwell on the present, however, and after a few more days he found a new girl to date. Good for him, I thought, I hoped it worked out for them, even if that relationship was probably going to end soon like all his other ones. I wondered though, why Jenny didn’t just ask him out like she always wanted.
It was a slow day with little work, Jenny and Brian had left for lunch and I was bored out of my mind. Knowing exactly what would help me now I texted Henry to see what he was up to.
“Hey sexy,” I texted him.
“Are you crazy?” he responded, “You can’t text that to your own brother, what if someone sees it?”
“Oh don’t be such a crybaby, just erase the message like you always do,”
“By now our chats are always empty because I have to keep clearing them,”
“Are you at the house?” I asked him.
“Yes, just finished with my homework so I have the rest of the day. How’s yours going?”
“Boring honestly, not a lot to do here, other than stare at the computer screen and organize documents, already checked Facebook and Twitter a thousand times and I’m running out of options.”
“Sounds like hell, I feel so sorry for you.”
“I’m sure you are,” I retorted.
“Are you alone?” he asked.
“Why yes, I am in fact, why do you ask?”
“Well, if you really are that bored, I know something I can do for you…”
“Oh really? And what is that?”
After a few seconds without a response I received a new text, it was an image taken by my brother showing his pants, unzipped and unbuckled showing a little bit of his underwear.
“Oh you absolute perv, what are you thinking sending that to your sister, that’s just sick.”
“Alright, I guess I should just do my pants and jerk off on my own,”
“Don’t you dare,” I texted him, “I want to see more,”
“More what?” he responded.
And shortly after, a new photo was sent, his pants lowered and his finger on the band of his underwear.
“You are such a little tease you know that?” I said to him.
“Don’t think I am,”
He would send me another picture of him, lowering his boxers slightly and showing a tiny bit of his cock to me.
“You absolute bastard,” I told him.
“I think I’ll go to bed now; I need a nap.”
“If you dare leave me hanging, I swear…”
It was a torturous few seconds before I got the third photo, this time showing his beautiful cock, half erect, as I imagined it growing inside my mouth and salivating over it.
“You’re turning me on right now, so fucking badly,” I wrote to him as I felt my underwear getting wetter.
He sent me a video now, pleasuring himself while breathing heavily just as I loved to hear and feel on me. His hand moved in a mesmerizing rhythm, his fingers wrapped around the organ I had sucked and felt inside me so many times. By this time, I was rubbing my crotch over my pants and would put the phone down on the desk so I could use the other one to cup my breast.
I enjoyed every video he sent me, showing himself getting closer and closer, but just as I felt close myself, he sent me a text message.