My Best Friend’s Brother

I walk up the stairs quickly.

I don’t look back to see whether or not he’s looking at me. I have to keep as much distance from him as possible now.

I go into the bedroom and close the door as carefully as possible so as not to wake Julie. I wouldn’t know how to explain to her what happened because even I don’t know.

As soon as I close the door, I stand there on my back for a while. I close my eyes and remember those eyes looking deep into mine, how good he smell , how I wanted even for a few seconds for Chris to come closer and kiss me.

I must be going crazy. I close my eyes again more tightly and repeat over and over again:

“Colin, Colin, Colin…”

I come back to reality a few seconds later. I walk towards my mattress. I lie there, still thinking about everything that has happened.

I remember that I had his shirt tied around my waist. I sit up on the mattress. I pull it off my body. I look in Julie’s direction. She is fast asleep. I stare for a few seconds at that shirt in my hands. I lift it and smell it again, and that dimpled smile is invading my thoughts again.

Damn it!

Its not right. I don’t understand this attraction I feel for Chris, but unfortunately, I do, and I can’t let it go no matter how hard I try.

Damn it, Colin, you have to come back soon!

I lie down again and put that shirt on the side of my pillow so that I don’t even remember it If that’s even possible.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

… Chris…

I drink the glass of juice in one gulp, yet I am still thirsty. I put the jug of juice back in the refrigerator. I must have drunk a little too much today at the bar. Because since the first time I saw her, I have never wanted to hold that girl as badly as I wanted today.

I hate myself for allowing myself to be so vulnerable like this. I go up the stairs, and as soon as I pass Julie’s room next to mine, I remember that she is there.

Damn it!

I want to open this door and tell her that I couldn’t care less and forget what she thought I felt when I see her like that.

I give up standing there and head toward my room.

I walk into my room and sit down on my bed.

I run my hands through my hair.

I take a deep breath.

I decide to take a shower, or else I will freak out here. I am in the shower while the cold water is running down my body. Maybe then I will get rid of these thoughts about Molly.

But no matter how hard I try not to remember, she is inches away from me when I remember that body. I also remember the way she moistened those lips with her tongue and closed her eyes and

The cold shower is not working. I am still the same as I was when I opened the door and saw Molly like that earlier.

I need to relieve myself somehow.

So I close my eyes and run my hands down to my throbbing cock, begging for relief. I close my eyes and massage it down.

I won’t take too long because the images I have of her in my mind, especially in the position I found her in, are making me even more aroused and close to getting there.

I make quick movements with my hand, aided by the water running all over my body. And seconds later, I let myself get carried away by the familiar sensation of orgasm that makes me lean against the wall to catch my breath again.

I have lost count of how many times I have done this thinking about her. But anyway, I am feeling more relieved now and can sleep the rest of the night.

…

I really won’t be able to sleep late. I can’t stop thinking about what happened in the middle of the night. I’m going to get up, shower, and have breakfast with Julie, and I don’t care if Molly will be there. I have to prove to her that nothing between us has changed, that I’m still the same, and that I’m not interested in her as it seemed hours earlier as much as it sounds like she wanted something too.

…

I find only Julie in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She interrogates me:

“What’s gotten into you to be up so early? You usually come in this early!”

I look at her and answer:

“I got home a little early yesterday.”

She continues:

“And since when are you this early?”

I open my mouth to tell her to stop asking so many questions, but then Molly appears on the stairs saying something to Julie.

I turn around kind of automatically so that I can look at her. As soon as I do, she seems a little scared in the eye, and neither of us is looking away.

Damn it!

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way when I looked at her today, and I thought I solved that in the bathroom yesterday.

But I guess I didn’t!

I look at her smiling, and I have to cover up what I am feeling somehow.

Then I’ll act the way she expects.

Molly breaks eye contact with me and moves to the table where Julie is. I finish putting my juice on and go to sit with them.

… Molly…

He sits down with us and, with that smile on his face, greets me:

“Good morning, Molly!”

I raise my eyes, and he is sitting facing me and looking at me.

I reply:

“Good morning, Chris.”

Thank goodness Julie didn’t notice the words between the lines and the tension between us.

I can’t stop watching his every move. I know that at any moment, he might say something more.