My Best Friends Brother and Me

Chapter 9 – Full of Surprises

Kai’s POV

A year ago:

Leah was like an annoying little sister, only she wasn’t my sister. She was my sister’s best friend. We have known each other forever. I always thought her and Kaya would drift apart, as friends do, but they never did. Leah was alright, we had spent enough time together to tolerate each other, but she was shy, a little geeky and, well, there wasn’t much to her.

I liked confidence in a girl, Sass, a bit of spark and attitude. Not in a bitchy, popular girl kind of way, but in a self-confident cheeky way. I was relatively quiet myself, in general, but I always thrived best off people with banter.

Leah didn’t have banter, or chat. She had books and conversation. I always knew what I wanted to do with my life. I was going to be a skilled furniture making, a carpenter. I loved to work with my hands, and I loved the beauty of creating art from wood.

The furniture I loved to make was Art to me. And all the way through college, my dream and determination never faltered. Leah, on the other hand, wasn’t driven. I constantly heard her talk to Kaya about how she was unsure about her chosen career path.

She wanted to be an artist. But as careers go, this was a tough one to become successful in. Self-doubt and lack of drive were not something that would get you far. It annoyed me about her. I found her childish and spoilt.

That night, I walked into the bathroom in my boxers and started to clean my teeth. When the other bathroom door opened, I internally cursed myself for forgetting to lock it. Again! Kaya was gonna kill me.

Only it wasn’t Kaya. I looked up and my jaw dropped as I saw Leah standing in just a towel. Well, she had been standing in just a towel. Now she was butt naked in front of me, her jaw open, eyes wide.

I couldn’t help but laugh "wanna cover up?"

But although I knew I had said the right thing, I couldn’t stop myself from taking in her naked form. As I looked her up and down, her body was a vision of perfection, all bum, boobs, and tight, supple skin. All too quickly, she picked up her towel and covered herself, a little too soon for my liking.

Even in its filthy state, her naked body was a glorious masterpiece of womanly curves. When the hell did that happen? I quickly grabbed a towel myself and wrapped it around my waist. It didn’t stop me noticing how she was still staring at my bare torso, taking in every inch of my physique.

"Leah! Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies"

She was clearly embarrassed, and I couldn’t blame her. I saw the blush rise in her cheeks and her eyes widen. She looked cute when she was flustered. Boy, how I would like to make her flustered again.

Shit. Stop it. I told myself to behave, thoughts like that were good for no one. I needed to leave the bathroom, before my body betrayed me, and she noticed the bulge forming in my pants.

"I’ll get dressed in my room. Enjoy your shower". I smirked as I picked up my clothes and left her too it. I heard the bathroom door click and the shower turn on and I did the unthinkable.

I lay on my bed and touched my hardening d**k as I imagined her sweet, hot naked body in the shower.

My thrusts became deeper, my strokes quickened and I struggled not to call out her name as I pounded myself as her naked body filled my thoughts and consumed my mind. I came quickly as I imagined her touching me.

It was the quickest I had ever come, and the most exhilarated I had ever felt while m**********g. I hoped I had got her out of my system.

I prayed she was too embarrassed to tell my sister or my mum what happened. They would both blame me for not locking the door. And they would be right. I always forget.

***

I spent the next 12 months successfully avoiding her until that fateful Saturday. I had to. I couldn’t get the image of her body out of my head. In fact, it was embarrassing. When I didn’t have to hold any form of concentration for work or conversation, my mind automatically drifted to her.

When I saw her walk into the kitchen in that dress for the Millers party, I nearly choked on my own spit. She looked f*****g amazing. There was no way she wasn’t getting hit on tonight, and I was jealous. It was pathetic. I thought maybe doing something about it, but it was shallow and pointless. It wouldn’t last because we weren’t really compatible. She was misguided about her future, which turned me off, and she was too geeky and naive.

While her being a virgin didn’t bother me, it was the sweet innocence that bothered me. She wasn’t cool and confident, and I knew I would end up hurting her, because deep down I knew she wasn’t what I wanted. Not only that, but I would also end up pissing off my entire family and Kaya would never forgive me. And for what? a shag! I really was an asshole. Eventually, I would just get over it. Well, I hoped so anyway.

It was only when I overheard her talking with Kaya in the garden, that I realised I didn’t know her at all. I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but when I heard Kaya say she really wanted to lose her virginity, I felt I had a duty as her big brother to check everything was okay with her.

I was hardly the one to talk! I was not innocent, but I didn’t want her taken advantage of either. Leah was such a geek she would probably give Kaya crap advice. Kaya had confessed some weeks back they were both still virgins. It didn’t surprise me.

Then Leah said something that absolutely floored me.

"Kaya, I think about it all the time. Sometimes I think I was wired like a guy! It’s ridiculous. But that doesn’t mean I am going to jump into bed and have s*x with the first guy I see. I just, I don’t know, at least want it to mean something! Don’t you?"

"s**t! You really are horny all the time?"

"From all those words, that’s what you took. Wow Kaya, you're something else."

"No, I mean, well yes, but I thought there was something wrong with me! At least I know you feel the same way!"

"Why do you think I was late all those times for school? Because I slept in from studying too hard? Really?"

"I love you Leah, but your kind of a geek. It was believable."

"Yeah, well it wasn’t true, I was having s*x dreams that were too good to get out of bed for!"

"f**k OFF!’

"What can I say? It’s true"

"WHO? Who were you dreaming about?"

"Tall, dark, handsome man with a beautiful body who whisks me off my feet and gives me the most amazing s*x I have ever encountered"

"Sounds too good to be true."

"It is Kaya, that’s why it’s called a dream! A wet dream at that!"

"LEAH!"

"What? It’s a natural part of growing up, Kaya. And believe me, wet dreams are hot!"

They hadn’t noticed me standing in the background close enough to hear. I was bug eyed and knew it was time to leave before they noticed me. But then they started talking about college and her parents.

My head said leave, but my body said stay. My body won out.

"I got my letter from college"

"OMG, why didn’t you say anything?"

"I haven’t had the guts to tell my folks"

"Leah, they love you…"

"But they don’t support my decision. Kaya Art is all I ever wanted to do. They never allowed me to talk about it, consider it or pursue it. When I told them my A-level options, we rowed for months about it. It was unbearable."

"But they accepted it now, haven’t they?"

"I thought they had. They didn’t say anything bad when I applied for college. But mum has dropped several hints about my poor decision-making and left college applications around the house, pre-filled in for business and finance."

"Are you kidding?"

"No! I thought it was misguided hope. But along with my acceptance to the Art and photography programme, I got an acceptance for Business and Finance at a different college. Kaya, she sent the f*****g applications off on my behalf!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Ignore it. I am not going to give up my dream for them. I used to think I would. I was weak and lacked confidence in my own ability. But I’m stronger than that, I’m stronger than she gives me credit for. I’m doing this, with or without her support. I will make it. I have faith in myself, even if they don’t."

"I’m so proud of you, Leah"

"Yeah, but I still don’t have the guts to tell her yet. I can’t be doing with a row"

"It can wait"

I walked away reeling at my misguided and flippant judgement of a girl I clearly misjudged.

The night that Kaya went into hospital, and she asked to stay in bed with me. It took all my self-control not to try it on with her. But when she fell asleep and started touching herself, I was so turned on I struggled to keep it together.

I knew I should have woken her up sooner, but watching her was so undeniably sexy and hot. It was only when she cupped my already rock-hard erection, I knew I had to wake her.

It was wrong to allow this to happen, even if I deeply wanted it too. She was asleep and had no idea what she was doing. She would be mortified, and I would never recover from the guilt.

When she finally got over her embarrassment, I was shocked when she said, "You enjoyed it?"

Her eyes widened as she realised she had said that aloud "Ahhhh why do I do this to myself? s**t. Pretend I didn’t say anything". She got up to leave for the third time.

But she was right, I enjoyed it, as much as I know I shouldn't have. For the third time, I pulled her back onto the bed. Only this time she fell on me.

I couldn’t hide my raging boner that was sticking into her stomach. I wanted her so badly at that moment, and she knew it. She knew it and used it against me, to her advantage, and then played me perfectly. If it wasn’t against me, I would have congratulated her. She was a little cocky and I liked it. But it didn’t help my cause. She deserved better than me.

I asked her to move. It was all I could manage, because I didn’t really mean it, but she surprised me yet again when she started to grind on me. f**k. This girl will be the death of me.

Her body was amazing, her confidence, her mind, her mouth, that kiss, I was in way over my head. We needed to stop, or she would regret it. I would soon have no resolve and I knew if we didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t. I tried to throw her off, even though my body was telling me to allow it to happen, my head was still very much in the ‘be sensible’ camp.

She was feisty and confident as she managed to successfully make me sound like a complete chauvinistic asshat. I honestly thought after that she wouldn’t want to take it any further. Why would she want to be with an asshole like me?

But I was so wrong about her. I mean, not only did she feel the same way about that one incident almost a year ago, but her dreams, they were all about me! And damn, she had now agreed to have s*x once with me, so we could get it out of our systems.

It would mean me taking her virginity, and while this wasn’t a problem for me, I thought it would be for her. Apparently not. I wasn’t completely sure I believed her, but who was I to tell her how she felt?

She was an adult and able to make her own decisions. And I sure as hell was not about to make her first time, and our only time, suck.

Only, by the time we finished talking. The moment had passed. I only hoped we would get another opportunity.