Between Brothers

Quiet Storm

Daniel

Poker with my brother, that was interesting.

Before Chris decided to leave, I could’ve sworn he hated me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have blamed him as I hated myself too. I was an annoying s**t! Hell, I would’ve drowned my little brother if he bothered me as much as I did him.

I shake my head, clearing the thoughts that flood them. Trying to think of the only thing that should matter, this damn wedding. It’s not that I don’t want to marry Tara, she’s turned into the woman I need and want but am I the one she needs and wants?

The way she looks at me is as if she’s looking through me, as if I’m just a placeholder for something or someone better. I know I’m difficult to deal with and I’ve been checked out mentally, just wishing things didn’t have to change. Didn’t have to be so damn complicated, I remember we first started dating...

“Hey Stranger Danger?” I say to her as she passes me in the courtyard. 

“Daniel? Is that you? God, you look good” She says, eyeing me, that made me feel good. Seeing her here makes this whole ordeal worth it.

“So this is the school you ran away to?” I say shoving my hands into my pockets, I am not sure why but I feel… well I feel fuckin’ nervous. 

“Haha! Nope, I ran away to my Aunt’s in Canada for the summer and then started here yesterday. What are YOU doing here? I thought you went to Cambridge?” She’s raising that eyebrow, she knows something.

“Well, that didn’t work out sadly” Keep it cool stupid, she doesn’t need to know that you flunked out.

“That sucks! Sorry love, I know how much you wanted to go there. But hey, Cambridges loss right?” Her eyes are a beautiful shade of gray, with shimmers of blue and green in the sunlight. Her smile is warm and inviting, I can feel the sincerity. She’s more than I deserve for sure, but I’ll enjoy the moment while I can. 

“Well, I gotta head home but it was great seeing you. I missed ya!” She exclaims pulling me into a hug. Her warmth engulfs me and the sadness and darkness I was once feeling is gone.   

“Maybe I could walk you home? Make sure you’re safe?” I don’t want her to leave, I need her to stay here.

“Umm, sure odd ball” She starts in the direction of her off campus apartment, I only assume it's off campus because she’s always been a stickler for privacy. We walked in silence, a few glances passed but not a word spoken aloud. A few short (too short in my opinion) blocks and we land ourselves outside of her apartment complex, this long silent pause is becoming uncomfortable. One of us needs to say something.

Say SOMETHING!

“Coffee?”

“Huh?” She’s staring at me, with that head tilt she has. It reminds me of how stupid I must look.

“What I meant to say is, would you like to go for coffee tomorrow?”

“I mean can you come up for coffee now? I’m not an early riser”

“Usually ‘come up for coffee’ means s*x?”

“Who said it didn’t mean that this time?” Her eyebrow is raised and she’s biting her lip, I want to kiss her. 

“I, ummm, We could, No” I couldn’t make a damn sentence, I’ve never been mentally deafened in my life. 

“I’m going to go upstairs to my apartment, I’m going to throw on a pot of coffee and STUDY, and I hope you’ll be so kind as to join me” She says, patting me on the shoulder and smiling. I need to go home and think about this but I want to go upstairs so I’m not alone.

She must’ve known I was going to cave because she was standing in the elevator holding the door open, this is going to end badly.

Or this can end amazingly! Stop being a big baby.

“So you live here alone?” I ask, trying to be comfortable. 

“Yeah, all alone. Maybe you can keep me company?” She’s laughing at me, that smile lights up my heart. 

I have to take my time with this, I don’t want her to be a rebound. She’s too good for me, I need to leave. 

“You’ve always been in your own head, relax. It’s just coffee, actual coffee”

“Stop reading my thoughts, it was weird when we were kids and it’s even weirder now”

“Stop wearing your thoughts on your face, you’re the obvious one here.”

“I’m obvious huh? Then what am I thinking about now?” I say as I turn to look at her, there’s nothing stopping me from kissing her. There’s nothing stopping me from doing what I want but of course me. I can’t do this, why am I so stuck in my head? I broke up with Lillian not the other way around and yet I feel… stuck! As if I’m bound to her, I admit I feel like an asshole looking at anyone else but I did this. I couldn’t be with her knowing I didn’t love her. 

But here I am standing in front of Tara and I’m wondering what her lips taste like, am I in love? No. But can I see this going somewhere, possibly. I must have that look on my face again because she’s giggling again, I want to stop her from laughing at me. 

I step closer as if I’m about to kiss her, I hear her suck in her breath as if she’s waiting. As I stare into her eyes the elevator halts, bringing me out of this trance and reminding me where I am.

She steps off and looks back at me, inviting me to follow. 

This isn’t the same girl I knew so long ago, this Tara will probably have me graveling for her affections by the end of the night. The old Tara was well needy, or at least I thought she was. She was always following me around, trying to be there for me, it drove me nuts. I hated how much my mother doted on her, how much she stuck to me like glue. Most of all, I hated how Chris looked at her when no one else was looking. Though I can’t confirm, I think he had a thing for her. What am I talking about? It’s Chris here. He hated everyone. 

Dumbass get out of your head, she’s waiting for you. Jesus!

We’re now standing in the middle of her apartment, it’s nice to say the least. It’s more than I have staying in the dorms, I need to weasel into staying with her if I can. Hell, I’ll even sleep on the couch.

“Cream or Do you like it Black?” The way she said that, is she flirting with me? God, I wish I wasn’t so damn horny. I could probably think straight. I stare at her perfectly round ass over the counter as she makes the cups, I guess my lack of response prompted her to make it black with sugar. It’s perfect actually.

Handing me the cup she goes to sit on her couch, I watch her walk past in daze. I need to go home.

“I’m actually gonna go home, it’s for the best”

“Awe, Danny doesn’t want to see me naked. My feelings are hurt!” She’s giggling again. I love and hate her giggle, I hate how infectious it is and makes me feel better. 

“I wish that was the case.” 

That came out wrong. Very, very, very wrong. OF COURSE I WANT TO SEE YOU NAKED! It’s all I’ve been able to think about since seeing you in the courtyard, but I don’t want to f**k you and forget you. 

“Danny, you’re fine. I was just teasing you, I have studying to do anyway. Be careful going home, I think it’s supposed to rain.”

“I’m sure you’ll be sitting by the window instead of studying, you always were a pluviophile”

“You caught me! I fully intend to do homework, until the rain starts then I’m putting on a pot of tea and watching the storm”

“You’re a weirdo. You know that?” I say, smiling for the first time in weeks. 

“Haha! It’s not the first time I’ve been called that, nor the last!”

“Hmmm, I was thinking.”

“That sounds like the start of a bad idea, I’m listening”

“Maybe, tomorrow we can go out for dinner?”

“Like a date?”

“Something like that, only if you want to”

“I don’t know, are you gonna try to break my leg again?”

“That was over 10 years ago,  and I apologized for that”

“I’m still afraid of riding my bike, that’s why I’m fat”

“The chunk seemed to go to all the right places.”

Did I just say that out loud?

“Hmmm, Ok. Pick me up here at 6 PM sharp, mister Blane.”

“You got it boss”

I left quickly, before I could try to find a reason to stay. The walk back to the dorm was wet, damn her and the rain. I watched the storm through my window, the backdrop music of my roommate snoring. Being anxious for what tomorrow brings, sleep was the last thing on my mind. 

I finished all of my classes, not learning a single f*****g thing. She was all I could think about and of course the raging hard on I wore all day. It became a damn job hiding it. 

Thank God! My roommate was out, I hate the sound of his breathing and that would only annoy me while I tried to get ready for my date. Anxiety is high today, while trying to book reservations at the last minute. Luckily, there’s a little Mexican restaurant across town that isn’t booked up. Hope she likes tacos and arroz con pollo.

It’s 5 PM, time to take this show on the road. I found myself speed walking to her apartment, wondering what she’ll be wearing. I’m standing outside of her door, staring at it. Why can’t I knock? Am I stupid?

Nope, just a nervous wreck. Maybe if you ask nicely she’ll give you a hummer to calm the nerves.

She opens the door, I guess she heard my loud mumbling. She’s beautiful! Her wavy hair takes center stage, like a messy crown on her head. The black jumper she’s wearing hugs the curves of her voluptuous body in ways I can only dream of, those thick thighs. To have the pleasure of being crushed by them, I’d happily do it every night. 

“You ok?” She asks, leaning against the door. She’s absolutely stunning, I can’t stop staring at her. She smiles and leaves for a moment, returning with her purse and keys. I guess she could tell I have no car because I walk everywhere. 

“Let’s go!” She says pulling me towards the elevator. I tell her where we’re going and we’re off. 

It was nice to catch up and be reminded of how much of an asshole I once was, is, was. This is confusing, when you’re trying to be the good guy when clearly you aren’t. We walked around, talking and I realized something. I want more! I’m enjoying the small moments with her, where there’s no me being the enemy. No, Lillian haunting my thoughts. Just Tara and I, right here. 

We got to her apartment and the downpour started, it seemed like I’m stuck for a bit. We’re sitting on the couch, watching the rain pour in the darkness. Letting the only light be the lightning strikes that randomly appear, I can feel her chest heaving against my arm. 

She’s excited!

I’m not sure if it was the storm, my being overly horny or what but I leaned down and kissed her. The moment her lips touched mine, the moment I slipped my tongue into her mouth and tasted her, the moment I didn’t stop it, I knew I was doomed.

The kiss led to soft petting, kneading her soft breasts in my hands and rolling her n*****s between my fingers. Feeling her push into my palms, signals I’m doing this right. 

I need more!

Making a trail of kisses from her mouth down to her neck, nipping at her shoulder blade as I lay her back onto the couch. The room now filled with the sounds of our panting, I am so close to cumming in my pants. Spreading her thighs, the warmth from between them drawing me closer. I lie myself on top of her and smile as I hear her purr, what a beautiful kitty. 

The trail of kisses I’m leaving on her, going down towards her thighs. She’s pushing forward, giving me full access, good she wants this too. I pull her jumper to the side and see no panties, well that explains why I saw no line. 

God the smell of her sweetness, I could stay here forever.

Dipping my tongue lightly between the folds of her warm p***y, the taste of honey and peaches dance on my tongue and I’m in love. Licking her clit as if I’m trying to get to the center of a tootsie pop, I find myself lost. Her moans pull my back to the here and now, I need more. 

Her sweet nectar drips into my mouth, as if I’m drinking from the fountain of youth. I need to leave but I’m here begging for more. Begging for her to unravel beneath me as I take her under my thumb. Her wiggling is distracting, so I gently place my hands on her hips holding her in place. I want to devour her in the most delicious way, but something takes over and brings me back to reality. I quickly stand up and head straight for the door, not even stopping to say goodbye. I slam the door closed. 

This is the end for sure…

But that wasn’t the end, I got my ass chewed out in the middle of the quad for that. 

I laugh to myself at the thought of a short and chunky woman storming up to me and laying me out. Thinking about it now, I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life. Until now, as I step into the living room watching her dance across the carpet in her underwear. Someone is definitely drunk!

Perfect! 

“Tara, enjoying yourself?” I say, laughing to myself. She’s always been a wild spirit, and this is just a reminder of it. 

“Hey babe! I miss… missed you”

“You’re drunk love”

“Am not! I am light and warm”

“Yep, you’re drunk. Where’s that friend of yours?” I say, looking around for her. I’m guessing she went home because I didn't see her, of course she did. 

I pick up the drunk fairy and carry her to bed. She’s singing songs and kicking her feet, if only she wasn’t so drunk. This might’ve been fun, damn her stupid little friend.

It didn’t take long for her to pass out. I watch as the most beautiful part of my life breathes and it’s comforting to see that she belongs to  me, and soon will be mine forever. 

The thought of her leaving me is unsettling but takes me back to the card game, what exactly were we playing for?

I cannot lose her.