Page 8 of Dear Brother's Best Friend
“You ready?”
"I just got in. Isn’t that enough?”
He holds out his hands to me. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The sincerity in his voice pushes aside my fear of the water, and I put my hands in his. He takes a step back, and I follow. The water begins to rise with each step, but my panic doesn’t take over.
“You okay?” he asks.
“As long as you don’t let go.”
“I won’t ever let you go.”
I glance up at him, and I swear it sounds like there is a double meaning to his words.
If only that were true.
"Okay, you are doing great," Dylan says, stopping three-quarters of the way into the pool.
I can feel the slight decline on the pool floor, and I'm grateful that he isn’t going to make me go into the deep end.
“What now?”
“I’m going to show you how to float.” He steps closer to me and dips his right hand under the water to my lower back.
“Don’t let go of me.”
“I promise. I’ve got you.”
His left hand goes under the water to help guide my legs back up to the surface. I’m ridged at first, feeling like I need to stay straight as aboard, so I don't sink.
“Relax your body,” he says.
It takes me a few times to fully relax my body in Dylan’s hands. Eventually, I feel his hands move away from my body.
“I’m doing it!” I laugh, and Dylan joins in.
Suddenly there’s a loudboom, and I panic. I try to stand up, but we've drifted in the water, and my feet can't find the pool floor. My head dips below the surface.
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Dylan’s strong hands wrap around my waist and pull me up. I sputter and cough out the water I inhaled in my panic.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
I wipe away the water from my eyes with one hand while I hold on to him with another.
“Are you okay?”
I nod, barely able to speak. “It just scared me.”
“It sounded like a car backfir—” he starts to say until I cut him off.
I press my lips against his and feel his grip around me tighten. I can feel every hard muscle in his body pressed against mine as we float together. His hand drifts down my back and grips onto my ass. I deepen the kiss as I link my legs around his waist, allowing him to pull me closer against his hard cock.
Dylan walks us over to the edge of the pool, and I feel the cold tile press against my back. The burning pleasure that’s building inside me amplifies when Dylan thrusts his hips forward against me.
