Haunted (6 page)

Brian probably thinks I’ve never seen indoor plumbing since he left.

I go to the bar, to get a drink. I need something to wipe out this feeling, to obliterate this need.

Brain asks me if I want something to drink, and I tell him “Vodka.”

He tells me there’s none, but I see three tequila shooters standing like good little soldiers in there. I snag them, then unscrew the top of one, and chug it down.

The sweet, salty liquor feels wonderful as it burns its way down my throat, killing all those other sensations. That’s more like it!

I grab the other two bottles and take them to the bar, and get a glass and pour one. That’s when I see the champagne.

Well, at least, I can get a couple of ice cubes.

I dip my hand into the bucket, and take a few cubes and dump it into the booze. Then, I see Brian is sitting on this wonderfully comfortable looking sofa. I sit down next to him.

Why not?

I sit there, sipping my drink, and I see the drops of water on his beer bottle and all of a sudden, I am just there at his side, my head resting on his shoulder.

Just like old times.

Damn.

*****

BRIAN

Kim sits down, and suddenly her head is resting on my shoulder. She pulls her legs up underneath her and puts her full weight onto me. She sips her drink, smacking those wonderful lips at the taste of the tequila.

As she unwinds, we chat aimlessly. Two friends catching up on unimportant things. Small talk. Comfort food for the mind.

I flip on the television, and automatically tune it to the channel where “Haunted” is playing. It’s a re-run. Not one of my better efforts. Still, it killed in the ratings.

This show is about a dead raccoon that someone found in the attic of their house; we convinced them it was the corpse of a chupacabra. Lots of local flavor in this one, and my critical eye is looking at the poor transitions, and the crappy composition when I suddenly feel Kim’s hand on my thigh.

She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. My heart is pounding, and I try to nonchalantly shift my position, pretending I want another beer.

“Why not break open that bottle of champagne?” she says.

I look into her green eyes, and her lips are slightly parted, and moist.

Is she drunk?

Am I?

Something is making buzzing noises in my ears, and I clumsily bounce across the sofa to get to the flutes and bottle.

“What are we going to celebrate?” she asks, as I pop the cork.

It launches across the room and smacks into a mirror.

Luckily, nothing breaks.

“How about not having just incurred a seven-year streak of bad luck?” I say, laughing.

Kim giggles, and hiccups again, a tiny cute little noise.

Then, as I pour the champagne, she downs the last of her shooters and turns serious.

“Brian, why didn’t you come back? Mom and I would have let you live with us,” she says.

Her tears seem close.

I shut down, not wanting to tell her the real reason I couldn’t go back.

My life, at least, worked out for me; once I redirected all that anger into something constructive.

“Haunted” more than makes up for all the shit I put up with from that lousy asshole.

And, I intend to go a lot further, just to spite the old bastard.

“It’s complicated, Kim,” I respond.

It’s a lame excuse, and I know it, but it’s all I intend to volunteer.

“It’s all right to hate him, Brian,” she says.

If only she knew the truth!

But, I made myself promise I would never tell her.

It’s better for everyone that way.

Nodding, I pass her one of the flutes.

“To the future!” I toast.

“May it hold pleasant surprises,” she adds.

I toss down my champagne, hardly tasting it.

She follows suit.

We both giggle, and I refill the flutes. This time, we sip, eyeing each other.

I don’t understand what’s happening here, exactly.

But, I think I am in love with Kim.

*****

KIM

Brian’s blue eyes stare right into my soul.

I sip the champagne carefully, because those tequilas went straight to my reptilian brain, by way of my clit.

I want to fuck.

And, I want to fuck Brian.

I want to take him into my mouth, to drain his balls and swallow every delicious drop of his cum.

I want to ride his huge dick, feel him filling me full of his cream until I am loaded and dripping.

I want him to bury his face between my outstretched legs, licking and tasting me until I can’t stand it and scream out my passion and his name, over and over again.

All night long.

I just can’t believe this is really happening!

Brian is sitting there, on the edge of the bed, legs sprawled all over the place. His muscles are rippling every time he moves. He’s like some kind of jungle cat. All strength and grace…

He’s watching the television, flipping through the channels.

And I am just ecstatic, nestled against his strong chest, his tattooed arm hugging me close.

My heart is fluttering, and I can’t keep my mind from racing.

I’m hot and cold, and my thighs are twitching from the nearness. His scent fills my lungs with each breath, and I feel light-headed.

I hear bells, and there is a buzzing in my ears.

I want to lean over and kiss him, but moving at all will ruin this perfect moment, and I don’t want to spoil it. I want it to last forever, the two of us, close and feeling connected.

His breathing is strong and even. I can trace the almost hidden bulge in his jeans, where his cock rests. Waiting for me. Waiting to make us one.

He smiles at me, and then yells at the tv, then sheepishly grins.

His bright blue eyes and slight stubble are so sexy; I am melting.

I want to trace the contours of his strong chin, and tickle his ears. I am shaking now, full of lust and need. Brian stares into my eyes, his face close. I can smell his clean, raw, animal smell.

My senses are starting to overload, from all the sensations of being so close to this wonderful, strong, man.

Suddenly, Brian makes up his mind.

“I think I love you, Kim!” he blurts out. His face is shocked with the realization of the truth behind his words.

I’m stunned, myself, and can’t believe my mouth is moving and words are coming out of their own volition.

“Brian,” I hear myself say, “Oh, Brian! I love you too, my dearest!”

Before I know it, Brian is crushing me against his wide, strong chest. His lips ravish mine, his tongue plunging into my eager mouth. I can taste the champagne, and him. It’s a heady mix, and I feel almost like I am going to come. But, that’s ridiculous! How can I feel so strongly, only kissing him?

My mind spins in ecstasy as I grind myself against his hardening bulge.

He pushes me down onto the bed and begins to peel away my clothes.

He fumbles only a bit; he’s not really sure where my blouse has fasteners, but soon he expertly flips the buttons open. The opening blouse unveils my black lace bra, my tits heaving beneath them. My nipples are pressed against the fabric, trying to tear it apart to feel Brian’s fingers directly.

I gasp, startled to feel the oncoming rush of a strong orgasm.

I am on the brink and roll to one side. This is happening too fast! I want it to last; I want to savor the feelings.

Brian continues to kiss and knead me, pulling me closer to him. I fall into the experience, wishing that we were already together, as one, but also wanting to hold each moment in time like a special gem. Brian’s mouth and tongue are moving over my nipples now, the fabric moved deftly aside by his firm and knowing fingers. My breasts arch towards him, trying to get as much of me into his hungry, waiting mouth. His tongue plays a lovely tune across my skin, the chill air causing my taut breasts to quiver and shake as he devours them.

My pussy is so wet, I can feel my juices flowing down my inner thigh, and slipping deliciously along my slit.

Brian works a finger between my slacks and my belly, and for a minute, all I can think about is his touch. Then, I feel him lowering the zipper, slowly, agonizingly, as he pushes them off me and past my knees to the floor. My skimpy thong underwear presents no challenge to his hand, and I gasp and come as he pushes two fingers into the hot, wet space between my legs. I scream his name into his mouth as he kisses and massages me to orgasm after orgasm, my legs clutching around his hand.

My tongue works its way into and out of his mouth frantically, and I moan and come again as he pushes me on my side and pushes his fingers into my pussy from the front, rubbing my clit until I can’t stand the intensity.

I flip around, my hands pulling his pants down and off, flinging his belt aside as I yank his pants off. Brian is going commando!

And, there is his magnificent cock, just angling out like the limb of a stout tree, bobbing and staring at my face. My mouth salivates, and a strand of drool drops from my hungry lips to anoint its bulbous and luscious head. I smear it around with my fingertip, grasping the hard shaft and working it up and down as I lower my mouth over the tip.

I feel the ecstasy as Brian, my lover, my stepbrother, my soul-mate eases past my hungry lips, sliding into and out of my mouth as I suck him. My lips and tongue bathe his cockhead, and I grab him by his ass and push his massive tool all the way into my throat until I can barely breathe.

He groans, and the sound of his joy makes me come again, and as I do, I slam my face down, again and again onto his musky, hairy body, his dick pounding the back of my throat.

“Oh, Kim! Oh my God! That’s just beautiful! Don’t stop! Oh, fuck!” says Brian.

He grabs the back of my head and just holds my face against him as his balls explode and push their load of hot jism into my eagerly waiting mouth. I feel it jetting against the back of my throat, filling my mouth and nose with the hot spunky smell, and the salty tang. I swallow every drop, greedily licking the tip of his cockhead with my tongue, making sure I don’t miss any.

Brian sits back on the sofa, his cock no worse for wear, as I maneuver near his face. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto his tongue, licking my hot clit and swallowing the juices that come flowing from me as they never have. He sucks and grunts and licks and gulps me, his tongue travelling deep into my pussy as he drives me wild with passion and sensation. I come on his face, completely wetting it with my spurts of liquid pleasure.

Brian licks me clean, then rolls me onto my back. His cock is at full mast, bouncing and rubbing along my inner legs. I gasp again as I feel the tip rubbing on my clit, and it’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt there. Suddenly, I feel it sliding past my labia, and into my hot, waiting hole. I can feel my body wrapping itself around the shaft, holding his cockhead tight as he plunders me.

Brian strokes long and deep, each time almost withdrawing completely before ramming hard into me, again and again. He pushes against my pelvis with each strong thrust, burying his cock all the way down to his ball sack. I can feel them bounce against my ass with each shove, and I love the slapping sounds we are making.

I feel a strong orgasm hit me, and suddenly we’re both soaking wet as I come all over us. Brian, turned on by the sensation, redoubles his efforts and within a few minutes is rising to another climax as well. He shoots his jets of hot spunk deep into me, my pussy quivering and sucking all of him as deep as it can.

He slams into me again and again, holding me tightly, licking my nipples with his hot tongue, his breath burning my face as he mounts me like a stag mounting a doe.

I flip onto all fours and Brian grabs each tit, the nipples hard as nails, and pulls me against him for what feels like hours. But, in only another couple of minutes, we both have managed to come yet again.

We become lost in each other, drowning in the sensations and losing ourselves all night long.

Once, we drift off to a drowsy slumber, with my lips wrapped around his salty cock, me sucking on it like some special treat, while Brian’s tongue wanders lazily into me. I giggle once when I feel it lick experimentally on my back door, and then plunge into it.

Kinky, dirty Brian! I enjoy the sensation as I drift off, and wake to a rising orgasm. I come, drenching Brian yet again with my love juices.

He smiles, wiping his face with the sheets, and then I lay my head on his chest and we both fall asleep.

It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. And, I’m in love!

BRIAN

We wake up wrapped around each other, and I swear it’s all been a delightful dream.

For a second, I think maybe it’s really a nightmare, from which I will awake alone, and despondent that this time with Kim was only a sweet illusion.

But, I see the curve of her ample ass underneath the satin sheets of the Bridal Suite bed, and hear her smooth breathing. I can see the top of her head, just below my chin, and feel her soft breath wafting across my chest.

It’s all real. We spent the night together.

She told me she loved me, after I had confessed my feelings for her like some schoolboy.

I thank God that we are finally together. I feel complete, and happier than I have felt for a long, long while.

I feel her body pressed alongside mine, and I remember the wild, crazy ride we had last night. My mouth still has her taste in it, my nose smells her delicious scent.

What’s that, Mr. Peet? Morning wood? I think I agree that we know exactly what the cure for that is, now don’t we?

“Kim, sweetheart,” I say, quietly.

She murmurs something I don’t quite catch, and then opens her marvelous eyes to look at me. Her smile radiates pure joy. She’s beautiful, beyond words. My heart sings and wants to spend all of its time with her.

Of course, Mr. Peet has his own particular desires.

“Hey, baby,” she says. She purrs and moves close so that we can kiss, and we do, for a few wondrous moments.

I feel her body beginning to wake up, and respond to my touch. It writhes with pleasure, each movement a celebration of our want and need for each other.

She lowers herself over Mr. Peet.

“Hello, you!” she says, and then she puts her sweet lips over him.

The rest is lost to the sensations as I surrender to her skills.

Mr. Peet is speechless.

For once…