Page 5 of My Crush's Brother

“Damn, that’s harsh.” I roll my beer bottle in my hands, “So what about you? Got a Mrs. back in Chicago waiting on you?” I can see his shoulders tense up before motioning to Will.

“Could I get a double Jack and Coke?” he asks before folding his hands on the bar-top. “Funny you should ask. I, uh, I am recently single.” He leaves it at that before picking up the drink from Will and taking several large gulps.

“I’m sorry,” I say, reaching out and rubbing his arm.

“Ah, it’s for the better, I guess. I proposed, we seemed happy and then she said she needed space. Good to know we aren’t on the same page.” He lifts the tumbler to his lips before draining it. “How about...we do some shots for old time’s sake?”

We’re a few shots and Jack and Cokes in before we’re laughing and teasing each other like old times. I know Jade waswrong; he’s the same boy I remember from childhood, the same boy I’ve dreamt of giving my virginity to.

He glances down at his phone. “Shit we’ve been here for four hours. It’s already after eight. I promised Blake and my mom I’d stop in and spend some time with them. It’s been great P, it really has.” He reaches out and places the palm of his hand against my cheek before leaning in and placing a kiss on my forehead. I can smell the whiskey on his breath and I’m tempted to pull his mouth down to meet mine. He leans back and for a brief second, he glances down at my lips as if he’s reading my thoughts. I let my eyes close softly before they shoot open again to the sound of his phone ringing.

“Hey, Ma, yeah, I’m heading over now. No, I’m not driving. I sent Blake a text to pick me up. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Well, Blake will be here any minute.” He reaches out and squeezes my hand. “You haven’t changed a bit, P. You’re still that same beautiful girl from high school. I’m sad I let time get away from us. I promise I’m going to do more to keep you in my life.” He gets up and walks out.

I have to tell him...tonight.

I sit in my Beetle and stare at my phone. It’s almost midnight and I’ve been sitting here for close to thirty minutes trying to muster up the courage to march up to cabin three and tell Trevor I want him. None of the lights are on in the cabins, and being this far up in the mountains, it’s damn near pitch black, especially with the clouds blocking the moon.

I pull down my mirror and give myself a once over. I slick on my favorite strawberry gloss and pop a mint. “This is it. Just tell him.” I flip the mirror back up and exit my car, making my way quietly toward his cabin.

I walk across the small porch and grab the handle of the door. “Please be unlocked,” I whisper to myself. I turn the handleand the door pops open with a squeak. I quickly look over my shoulder and then slip inside. I leave my shoes by the front door before tiptoeing toward the bedroom door that’s partially open. I look inside and his naked back is toward the door. I can barely make out the color of skin as I approach him. The room is so dark, not even a sliver of light shines through the drapes that are drawn closed.

I reach down and softly stroke his shoulder as he stirs awake. “Don’t panic; it’s Pearl. I just...I need to tell you something.” He sounds like he’s about to speak but stops when I interrupt him. His shoulder and back feel so strong under my touch.

“I...I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.” I let my hand travel over his arm, and a small moan escapes his lips. I don’t know what comes over me but I don’t hold back. “I’ve wanted you so badly. I can’t help but fantasize about you. I...I’m a virgin and I want my first time to be with you.”

I climb on top of him as he rolls over, and place my lips on his. They’re soft and full. His tongue darts out to lick at my own and then delves into my mouth. The kiss deepens instantly. I reach down and pull my sweater over my head to reveal my bare breasts and press them against his naked chest. My hips start to grind against him and I can feel him harden instantly. I can’t believe the instant connection I feel. The warmth and wetness build in my panties as I grab his hands and pin them above his head.

“Trevor, take me. Make love to me...please. I need to feel you,” I say between kisses.

I’m lost in the moment before I realize he’s trying to stop me. He pulls his hands from mine before sitting up. I let my hands slide up his arms and into his hair...his long hair?

I panic and jump to my feet, covering my naked breasts as I scramble to find my shirt in the dark. I trip over something and fall flat on my ass just as Blake flicks the bedside lamp on.

“What the fuck, Pearl?” He says, handing me my sweater while attempting to avert his eyes.

“Why’d you kiss me back?” I’m embarrassed and angry and wish I could crawl in a hole and die.

“You kissed me first! In the middle of the damn night, in my bed. What the hell?” He’s rubbing the back of his head, and that’s when I notice the sheet that’s barely covering his very awake manhood. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on and it’s a sight to behold. His chest and stomach are tanned from working out in the sun and sprinkled with dark hair. His pecs are full, accompanied by broad, masculine shoulders and very defined abs. He has the kind of body that a man gets from manual labor, a body that has me staring. I feel like my mouth has gone completely dry.

Without another word, I grab my sweater, turn, and run out of the cabin.

FOUR

Blake

Isit in the stillness for another moment, trying to process what just happened. Pearl’s fruity gloss is still on my lips, and I dart my tongue out to taste it again. I smile and shake my head as I close my eyes and lean my head back against the headboard. “What the hell?” I say aloud to myself, dragging my hands over my beard.

As the hilarity of the situation wears off, the shadowy image of her breasts pops into my head and I can feel myself twitch. Is she really a virgin? She didn’t kiss like one. Her lips moved against mine like a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, not to mention the way her hips ground against me. I stir a little, frustrated that my mind and body are having this kind of reaction to her.

I think about Trevor; if she had done that to him like she supposedly intended, would they be naked by now? Would he have taken her? I can feel my blood pressure rising at the thought. Why should I care? I have no claim on Pearl Davenport; she’s always been my little brother’s nerdy best friend.

I recall seeing her peeking out behind a living room curtain when I was out back in my parents’ hot tub. She thought I couldn’t see her but I did. Back then, she was just a little skinnygirl that hung around my house. Now...now she’s a full-grown woman who I’ve felt pressed up against me. Who I’ve tasted.

The next morning, I wake to a pounding on my cabin door. “Come on, old man, you said breakfast was on you.” I grunt and roll over, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. It’s barely past seven.

“Out in fifteen!” I practically growl as I drag my half-asleep ass to the bathroom. I stand in the steamy shower for barely a minute when images of last night’s incident come rushing back to me. I can’t help but smile, but then an image of Trevor flashes through my brain. Should I tell him? What if Trevor has been in love with her all along? Before I can decide, I step out and towel off, looking at myself in the mirror. I can still feel her soft, warm breasts pressed against my chest.

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