My Brother’s Girl: Part 2

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Maddie and I get closer…a lot closer A week ago, I’d had what could only be described as the most intense sexual experience of my life with the hottest girl I’d ever seen. The fact that the girl in question was my brother’s girlfriend left me feeling a little guilty, but I told myself that she was only with him by virtue of a few minutes’ distraction on my part, plus we hadn’t really had sex – sure we’d touched each other, intimately, but we didn’t actually fuck. Yes my cock had come into contact with her pussy but there had been no penetration. Hell, I hadn’t even kissed her. With those very flimsy rationalizations running through my mind I went about my days trying not to think about her, or what had happened. And that was difficult. Maddie was around all the time, and it being late summer, she was always dressed in as little clothing as possible. Cutoff shorts that barely covered her ass, bikinis, tight little tops stretched across her DDs and cut low enough to show off a great deal of magnificent cleavage. And I had good reason to know just how magnificent her breasts were; just a few days before, I’d had them in my hands. And despite my best efforts, I couldn’t stop thinking about that day. I went to bed every night jerking off to thoughts of her, and when I fell asleep, I dreamed about her. The weekend after our little non-sex sexual interlude, we had a party at the house. Our parents were out of town for the weekend, so we’d invited a few people over. The grill was going, music was playing, there were girls in bikinis frolicking in the pool and on the deck, but I only had eyes for Maddie. In her little pink bikini, she put all the other girls to shame. She was a hothouse flower in the middle of a field of ferns. I flirted with some of the other girls, but my gaze kept returning to her. Not for the first time, I wished to myself that I’d gotten to her first. I wished she were mine. As the day wore on, my brother kept throwing back beers. We were a lot alike, Mark and I, but one way in which we differed Pendik Escort was that he had much more of a taste for booze than I did. By late afternoon he was hammered; by the time evening rolled around, he was absolutely gone. When he disappeared into the house around 8:30 or so and didn’t come back out, Maddie and I decided it was time to start wrapping things up. We thanked everyone for coming, I pocketed a couple numbers handed to me by some of the girls, and then it was just us. “You made out like a bandit,” Maddie joked as we cleaned up the empty cups and paper plates left around the yard. “What did you get, three or four phone numbers?” “Something like that,” I replied. “Gonna call any of them? That girl Kelsey, maybe? She really digs you.” “Maybe,” I said noncommittally. “We’ll see.” “Oh come on,” said Maddie. “She’s cute, she’s bubbly, and did you see the booty on her? I know how much of an ass man you are,” she said teasingly. “And she’s got one hell of a nice ass.” “True. But it’s not as nice as yours,” I said with a grin. Maddie simply smiled. We finished cleaning up and she went into the house while I covered the grill. She came back out a few minutes later, having covered her bikini with a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a loose t-shirt that hung off one shoulder. She had a disgusted look on her face. “Ugh, I can’t believe this,” she said in an exasperated tone. “Mark’s passed out. Again.” I shook my head. “One of these days we’re going to have to have a talk with him about this shit. I mean, he doesn’t drink that often, but when he does…” “He gets hammered and passes out and leaves his girlfriend pissed off and without a ride home,” Maddie finished. “Pissed off maybe,” I said, “but not without a ride home. Come on, help me finish up and I’ll take you home.” Maddie smiled at me and helped me close down the umbrellas over the patio tables. “Thanks, Dave. You’re really sweet. I’m so glad you like me.” “What’s not to like?” I asked. “Well, after how things worked out, Pendik Escort Bayan with me ending up with your brother and all, in this type of situation most guys wouldn’t be as cool about it as you are. I’m really glad you’re ok with me.” “Maddie,” I said, stopping what I was doing and looking into her eyes, “you know I wish things had turned out differently. But I’m not mad at you for how things turned out. It’s not your fault.” She said “Thank you for that,” and reached out and squeezed my hand. A bolt of electricity shot up my arm when she touched me. When her pretty blue eyes widened ever so slightly, I knew she’d felt it too. We finished up, she grabbed her purse, and we got in the car. As I drove her home, she was very quiet – not her usual talkative self. I glanced over at her and saw a look on her face that prompted me to ask her if anything was wrong. “Yes, something’s wrong,” was her answer. “Feel like talking about it?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said. “I mean, I want to, but after what happened between us last weekend, I don’t know if…” “Maddie,” I said, reaching over and taking her hand. “Whatever happened between us, you can talk to me. It’ll stay just between us, if that’s what you’re worried about. Hell, if anything, what we did last weekend ought to prove more than anything that stuff can stay just between us.” “True,” she said with a rueful smile. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, then sighed and said, “I’m really, really upset with Mark.” “You should be,” I said. “He got blasted and passed out on you. How many times does this make?” “It’s not just that,” she said. “If it was just that, it would probably be ok. But for him to do it today…” “Why, what’s today?” She turned to face me. “Tonight was going to be the night,” she said. “I decided I was ready to take things to the next level, and I wanted to do it tonight. I was going to wait until everyone was gone, take him upstairs, light some candles, and finally have sex with my boyfriend. But instead, Escort Pendik he decided that getting drunk was more fun than having sex with his girlfriend.” “Wow,” I said. “Yeah, I can definitely see how that would make you angry, Maddie.” “I’m more than angry. I’m furious. And about three seconds away from breaking up with him.” “Wait a sec,” I said. “Don’t make any decisions while you’re this pissed off.” “Oh you don’t even know how pissed off I am,” Maddie shot back. “I planned this all week. I’ve been looking forward to this for days. I’ve been horny all damn day thinking I was finally going to get laid, but no. Your brother decided to leave me hanging. If I had balls, they’d be blue right now.” I couldn’t help myself – I laughed out loud. “It’s not funny!” Maddie said. “I really wanted to get laid tonight and now I’m not going to and I’m angry and frustrated and horny as hell. Pull over.” “Um, what?” “Pull over,” she repeated. She lived on a cul-de-sac in a ritzier part of town; each street was like it’s own little enclave surrounded by woods and greenery. There were lots of wooded areas and back roads that were completely out of view of anyone passing by, and we were passing one of them now. “In there.” “Uh, sure, if you want,” I replied. I figured she was just frustrated and wanted to walk the rest of the way home to let off some steam. That wasn’t what she had in mind, though. I pulled into the little back road, figuring she was going to get out. Instead, she said “Shut the car off.” I looked at her questioningly, but she just repeated “Shut the car off” in a determined tone. I did so. She undid her seatbelt and slid over to me, running her hand across my chest, reaching for the seat controls. She lowered my seat back with one hand, unbuckled my seatbelt with the other, and straddled me. My eyes went wide and my dick immediately sprang to attention. “Maddie,” I stammered, “what are you doing?” “I’m horny,” she breathed. “I need you to take care of me.” My hands found their way to her waist. I wanted to push her away but found myself pulling her closer. “Maddie,” I whispered as her lips came close enough to mine that they were almost touching. She pulled her loose-fitting t-shirt up and off, ran her hands up my chest, then reached around and untied her bikini top, taking that off too.

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