POV: I’m your older brother’s best friend. It’s his 30th birthday. The party is at your house, and we have been flirting all night. It wouldn’t be the first time. The tension has been building for years. We have known each other since we were kids. I’ve seen you grow, I’ve watched you blossom into the fine looking, successful woman you are today.
We’ve played together, laughed together, drank together, gotten stoned together, sang karaoke together into the early hours of the morning. The way you look tonight, I can’t conceal my desire any longer. As always in your house, there’s a lively atmosphere. Especially tonight, with family flying in from England and the music turned up full. With so much going on around us, everyone is caught up in their own conversations. It’s the perfect time to make my move.
As we circle the kitchen table to fetch some finger food- and believe me, the timing of my visit is no happy coincidence- I compliment you on how gorgeous you look tonight. I tell you that purple is definitely your colour, and that you really suit your tattoos. I show you the ones I am planning to get, and ask you for advice on what artists I should go to. At the other end of the room, your father continues pouring me another whiskey. He delivers it to my hand and gives me a hearty pat on the back: “Get that down ye son.”
Your brother and the rest of the lads are outside telling stories, all of them oblivious about the escalating tension between us. Your father walks out to join them: “Are ye coming out?” I gesture to the table (“Yeah in a bit”), as if I’m still filling my plate, which is clearly already full to the brim.
“If you weren’t your brother’s sister..”, I say blithely, flashing you a cheeky, mischievous smirk before I sip my whiskey your father has just handed me and walk away to join the lads, allowing you to imagine where that sentence was going next. Your imagination is already running wild. For the rest of the night, I’m all you can think about. The most vivid images of what I would do to you if only we were left alone fill your mind. Your body language, your walk, your sheer absence of presence is different. I know that you’re fantasising about me. You already know I’ve got a big cock, your brother and the rest of the lads have alluded to it many times over the years when you’ve been in earshot. I want nothing more than for you to see it for real, to feel it, to taste it, to play with it, to worship it, to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before. Like it’s the last cock you’ll ever have.
We keep exchanging eye contact throughout the night, sometimes right in front of your entire family. We look away almost instantly, trying to pierce each other’s souls as quickly as we can with one glance without being caught. The way I smile at you tells you more than my words ever could.
I’m sleeping in the spare room, which is upstairs and down a corridor far away from all of the other bedrooms. The most peaceful and isolated room in the house. The most perfect place for some discrete fun.
I send you a Snapchat. No caption, just my face. You begin typing back immediately: “I’ve been thinking about you all night.” “Same”, I reply. We are both tentative, what has been left unspoken for so long is about to be unleashed. We are both typing for about 5 minutes, but nobody says a thing. I’m usually more assertive and direct, but this is different. There’s so much at stake. If this ever got out.. I’d be the talk of the town. All four of your brothers would wanna kill me, and it probably wouldn’t end there.
“Fuck it”, I say to myself. If I’m going to have you, it’s gonna have to be me to make the move. “Can I trust this convo is between us?”, I say. “Of course”, you reply instantly. “OK.. good”
“Can I share something with you? I’m very turned on right now..”, I continue. I use the camera emoji so you know my intentions are clear. “And I don’t expect anything back..”
“Please”, you say, the anticipation is driving you crazy. I stand up at the edge of the bed and give my already hard cock a few strokes. Never have I wanted it to look so good for someone. This needs to be perfect. I have already removed my chain before getting into bed, but since you’ve not so subtly hinted at me before at how much you like a man in a chain, I put it back on.
Taking a wide angle so you can see my entire body, I take the picture. “Come upstairs, nobody will hear us x”, says the caption. It’s even bigger than you imagined. The length, the girth, the way the shadow of my thighs meets my throbbing cock, helmet glistening, desperate for your tongue. You’ve never seen a cock so suckable, and not only that.. but my body surprises you. My bulging biceps, my protruding chest, and of course; my thick and veiny cock. As much as you admire the rest of my body, each time you look at me your eyes are drawn back to it like a thousand magnets pulling your pupils toward their new master. It mesmerises you. When I fuck you, you know unequivocally that you’ll feel my power, my masculine force overpowering you, devouring you, communicating my passion and my lust in the most primal of ways. Your hand is already down your pants. You take a good, hard look.. savouring it, craving it.
I see you begin typing again… What do you say next?  |
