My Brother’s Best Friend
Introduction:
Theather kids have fun too…
“Okay, okay. That was WAY more than 3 seconds,” Mrs. Thompson, our director yelled from her seat in the audience. “Brandon, you can take you face off Becca’s now.”
Brandon, my brother’s best friend, a hilarious senior stood at 6 feet. Medium length brown hair hung limply on his head. He wore silver frame rectangle glasses, and was a little dumpy. He wasn’t very attractive, but it didn’t matter because he was so damn charming. I, Becca, the freshman little sister of the most talented, sexiest senior to ever walk the halls of Southbridge High School, stood at 5 foot 8. My perfectly rounded tits drew attention from guys of all ages. I was slim, but curvy beyond my years. I had a wonderful body, but had tendancy to keep it hidden. My alburn hair hung straight down most of my back. And my legs were very firm from 11 years of ballet.
My brother and Brandon had been friends for years. Ever since I was a chubby,little ten year old, Brandon would spend the night at my house and I would follow him like a hopeless puppy dog. He was so funny and kind, it was hard for me to stay away. Avery, my brother, had always been really protective of me. He was a good brother and was always very aware of what was going on in my life. I couldn’t imagine how he felt when he saw his best friend kiss me like that. I didn’t get the chance to talk to my brother about the kiss until much later that night, but I knew he had gotten into Brandon. I saw them having a very heated conversation in the wings.
We got through practice that night with many nervous giggles and red faces, and we both knew Mrs. Thompson was not happy with our performance that night. Avery couldn’t drive me home that night because he was going with his girlfriend to the movies. So Brandon was going to drive me home. All during practice, I fantazied about that car ride. Maybe he would kiss me again.
When practice was over, we got in his car. It was pouring rain, and thundering so loudly my entire body shook. We laughed about how soaked we were as we got into his car. After the laughter died down, he looked at me the same way he had before he kissed me.
“That was some kiss back there,” he said not looking at me but the road.
“Yeah,” I replied nervously. Right then his phone rang. He looked at the caller I.
“It’s my mom,” he said to me as he flipped his cellphone open.
“Mom?…. Yeah, Becca’s here…… No…….Ok…..Yeah…… I’ll see you later then……Ummmhumm…..ok…..bye,” he snapped the phone shut. “Mom says there’s a tornado warning, and that we should pull over untill the storm blows.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. What were we going to do in the car while the storm blew over? I pictured us kissing in the small car, and smiled with pleasure.
Sure enough he said, “it looks like we’re going to be here a little while.” Then he smiled, and leaned closer, “I have an idea on how we can pass the time.”
His lips pressed to mine, and the electricity returned shooting sparks down my body. He egarly shoved his tounge in my mouth, but this time, I was ready. I shot my tounge into his mouth, and our tounges danced to the music playing softly out of the car radio. After a few minutes, I shoved my hand up his shirt, feeling his chest. He followed my lead, and shoved his hands up my shirt as well. Brandon reached for my bra hook, and unhooked it with ease. Hands dragged to my front, holding my boobs and lightly stroking my nipples with the thumbs. I let out a moan.
“Do you um… want to get in the back?” he asked.
I smiled broadly,” Sure!”
He motioned for me to go first and I climbed into his back seat sitting with my bra unhooked in his car. Realizing, how dumb I looked, I tore off my tee shirt, and ripped off my bra, totally exposing my perfect breasts. Brandon noticed, and stared. I giggled, and pulled him close. As we kissed passionatly, I took his shirt off.
Breaking the kiss, Brandon leaned down and kissed both of my nipples. He pushed me back, taking the top for himself. He made a small trail of kisses down my stomach until he reached the top of my pants. He looked up at me with a look of pleading. Brandon looked just like a little boy asking his mom for an extra piece of cake with those big, brown eyes. Sitting up a little bit, he unzipped his pants, and wriggled out of them before getting back to work on mine.
There I was, in the back of a senior’s car, not just any senior either, the senior I had crushed on since I was 10, and that senior just so happened to not be wearing anything but a thin, blue pair of boxer briefs. I got excited and rubbed his dick through his jeans. It was the first time I had ever felt a dick, and it was stuck straight out like a rod. It was so hard and thick, tanding straight up at 8 inches. He left out a soft groan. It turned me on even more. He unbuttoned my hands slowly, hands shaking. He pulled my pants to my knees and my underware with it. My hands went under his briefs, and slid them off.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Becca?” Brandon whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Brandon put his dick in my dripping, virgin pussy. As, the large dick entered my pussy, I shrieked in pain.
“Are you okay?” Brandon asked me as he snatched his dick out of me.
“Yes, I’m fine. Now, stick that dick back in me,” I told him.
He reintered my pussy, and the pain turned into pleasure. I sighed, and he grunted, and he thrust more. The moaning filled his car.
“Becca, I’m about to cum,” he told me.
“DO IT!” I cried.
With one more thrust, Brandon’s nut exploded. I felt his thick, hot semen enter my vagina. I moaned in pleasure, and came right after him. He pulled out of me after I came. He begn to caress and lick my nipples. I giggled, and nibbled on his neck. His phone rang breaking the momment. Brandon leaned over me to answer it.
“Hello?…. Yeah?….Oh… okay…sure, sure…. I’m on my way,” he hung up. “That was my mom, she’s waiting,” he said looking very disapointed. I sigh, I was disapointed too. We dressed beside eachother in silence. When we were fully clothed, he pulled me in and kissed me again. A quick peck, but it still sent shivers down my spine.
He drove me home in silence. We both thought about what just happened, replaying the memory in our heads. When we pulled in my driveway, I quickly got out, turned around, and blew him a kiss. Brandon rolled down his window. “See ya later, babe.” Those words tingled in my head as I opened the front door.
“So, did Brandon pull over during the storm?” my mom asked, clearly worried.
“Oh, yeah,” I told her.
“We were worried why it took you so long,” my dad chimed in.
“Oh, well yeah,” I said quickly going up the stairs, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to them.
When I entered the room, I shut my door, jumped on my bed, and picked up my phone. “Hey, Hannah?.. Yeah.. You’ll NEVER guess what just happened to me!”
