Daisy

 

I wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror and smoothed my wet hair back from my face.  Today had been another stressful day of pretending to be in love with Frannie while trying not to think about how ridiculously attracted I was to Wes.  Of course, letting him finger me to an orgasm in the truck this morning probably didn’t help me ignore my attraction to him.

I sighed and quickly threw on my pajamas before hanging my towel on the rack.  I decided it was much harder to be a pretend lesbian when you wanted to hump the leg of your pretend girlfriend’s brother every time you got within ten feet of him.  I smoothed cream onto my freshly-waxed legs and combed my hair before gathering my toiletry bag and dirty clothes.  It was just after eleven and I was ready for bed.  Frannie’s dad had made the entire family play Monopoly with him after dinner and the damn game had gone on for nearly four hours.  Wes and Frannie had engaged in sibling trash talking that made me laugh before Wes kicked all of our butts and won the game.  I had to admit that I found his competitive spirit a teeny bit attractive.  I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway.  Hopefully I would sleep and not lie awake and think about Wes naked and –

“I like your pajamas.”

I jumped about a foot and squinted at Wes in the dim hallway.  He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest and - oh sweet Jesus have mercy - he was wearing only a pair of sleep pants that were barely hanging onto his hips. 

I swallowed hard and clutched my toiletry bag and clothes against my braless chest with one hand as I tugged self-consciously at my shorts with the other.  “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting to use the washroom?”  He arched his eyebrow at me and I cleared my throat.

“Right, of course.  Sorry I took so long.”

“That’s fine,” he said.

He stayed where he was, and my nipples hardened when he gave my body a slow, hungry look.

“Wes,” I whispered, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what, little flower?”  He said in his low and raspy voice.

“You know like what,” I said shakily.  “I – goodnight, Wes.”

“Good night, Daisy.”

I slipped by him, making sure to leave lots of room between our bodies and slipped inside Frannie’s bedroom.  “I am so ready for bed, Fran – oh my God, Frannie!”

Owen and Frannie sat up on the bed as I glared at them.  “What the hell!”

“Keep your voice down!”  Frannie said in a loud whisper. 

“What are you doing here, Owen?”  I said in a low voice.

“Dude, I miss my lady,” Owen said.

“You saw her this morning.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t like, touch her or anything.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Are you being serious right now?  How did you even get in here?”

He grinned at me and pointed to the window.  “I totally used the tree to go from my bedroom to my baby’s bedroom.”

Frannie giggled and kissed his cheek.  “You’re so smart, baby.”

“Well, sorry to break up your little love nest but I’m tired and I want to go to sleep,” I said.

“Daisy,” Frannie gave me a look that would melt butter.  “We really miss each other.  I just want a little time with my baby.”

“What my lady is trying to say is we want to bone,” Owen said cheerfully.

“No!”  I said.  “No way, Frannie!  I am not staying in here while you two bang like bunnies!  That’s disgusting!”

“You don’t have to stay,” Frannie said.

“But I’m cool with it if you do,” Owen said.

I glared at him as Frannie smacked him on the chest.  “Behave, baby.”

“Go to his room!”  I said in a fierce little whisper. 

“I can’t climb across that tree!”  Frannie said.  “Besides, we have the extra room in the basement, remember?  Mom and Dad usually get up at seven.  As long as you come back upstairs to my room before seven, they’ll never know you slept down there.”

“Frannie, no!  You guys can wait until we get back home.”

“Dude, no!”  Owen said.  “I can’t.  I’ve already got a wicked case of blue balls.”

“Ugh,” I said.

“Please Oopsie-Daisy,” Frannie said.  “It’s really stressful for me being around my family.  I need to relieve it somehow!”

“Have you thought about a long, hot shower?”  I snapped. 

“It’s not my fault,” Frannie said.  “I didn’t think my mom would be cool with us sharing a room, you know?”

“Frannie…” I trailed off as she gave me another pleading look.

“Please, honey,” she said.

“Fine!  But if you get caught screwing Owen, I’ll play the jilted lover card with your family.  Do you understand?”

“I do.  We won’t get caught,” Frannie said happily.  “Thank you so much, Daisy.  You’re the best.”

“Yeah,” I muttered as I dropped my clothes and toiletry bag into my suitcase.  “Good night.”

“Good night.”  Frannie was already lying back on the bed next to Owen and I slipped out of the room quickly, forcing myself not to slam the door.

I groaned inwardly.  Wes was walking into his bedroom and he gave me a curious look.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Tell the truth, please.”

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest before whispering, “Turns out that Owen is like a damn monkey and crawled across the tree to your sister’s room, because they can’t go more than 48 hours without having sex.  Now I’m banished to the basement so your sister can get lucky.”

“Gross,” Wes said.

“Yeah.  Anyway, good night.”

“The bed in the basement is really uncomfortable.  Mine is much more comfortable.”

“That’s sweet of you to offer to give up your bed,” I said tartly, “but I’ve slept in uncomfortable beds before.”

He grinned at me as I pushed past him and started toward the staircase.  “Hey, Daisy?”

“Yeah?”

“My parents are really light sleepers.  What excuse are you going to give them for sleeping in the basement?”

“I’ll be quiet.  They’ll never know,” I whispered.

“They’ll hear you.  See that floorboard with the knot in it?  The minute you cross over it, my mom will wake up and she’ll be out of her bedroom to find out what’s wrong.”

“You’re only saying that to try and get me into your bed.”

“Nope, I’m telling you what I’ve learned from years of trying to sneak out of the house as a teenager.  You’re going to get caught.”

“I’m better at sneaking out than you.”

He grinned.  “Good luck then, flower girl.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and his grin widened before he ducked into his bedroom and shut the door.

I took a deep breath and walked quietly down the hallway.  I stepped over the floorboard that Wes had pointed out and paused, holding my breath and listening intently.  There was nothing and I snorted to myself before moving to the top of the staircase.  Wes was full of crap, just like I knew –

“Daisy!  Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

I groaned and turned around to smile at Patricia.  “Uh, nothing.”

A door further down opened and Frannie’s grandmother stuck her head out.  “What’s going on?”

“There’s something wrong with Daisy,” Patricia said. 

She hurried out of her room as Gregory hollered from inside their room, “What’s wrong with Daisy?”

“There’s nothing wrong,” I said quickly.  “I was, uh, getting a drink of water.”

“Oh sweetie, I have bottles of water right here in this closet,” Patricia said as she opened the linen closet door.

“What’s wrong?”  Gregory hollered again.

“She’s thirsty!”  Her grandmother shouted back.

“Get her some water from the closet!”  Gregory yelled.

“I am, love!”  Patricia said.

She pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to me. “Here, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” I said.

“Oh, don’t mention it,” she replied as grandma retreated into her room and closed the door.  “I started leaving bottles of water in the closet when Wes and Francine were teenagers.  They were constantly getting up in the night and going downstairs for water.  I figured it would be easier to keep bottles of water up here and never lost the habit after they moved out.”

She leaned forward and kissed my cheek before stroking my damp hair.  “You’re such a lovely girl, Daisy.  We’re so glad you’re dating our Frannie.”

Guilt trickled through me and I clutched the water bottle before giving her a weak smile.  “Thank you, Patricia.  I really like your family.”

“We like you too, sweetheart.  Now, hurry back to Frannie.  I’m sure she misses you.”

“Goodnight, Patricia.”

“Goodnight, Daisy.”

I headed back toward Frannie’s bedroom, pausing with my door on the handle.  Thankfully, Patricia had already returned to her bedroom and shut the door.  I leaned against the door for a moment but when I heard Owen make a low moan, I straightened and hurried away toward Wes’ room.

I stared at his door for a moment before cursing under my breath and opening it.  I slipped into his room and shut the door behind me.  His room was on the smaller side and the twin bed was tucked against the far wall under the window.  Moonlight spilled across his bed and I stared at his big body lying in the bed as he sat up on his elbows.

“Went with the old ‘I’m getting a drink of water’ excuse, huh?”  He said.  “Rookie mistake.”

“How was I supposed to know your mother kept bottles of water in the linen closet!”  I said.  “No one does that.  You could have warned me.”

“I could have,” he said, “but where’s the fun in that?”

I avoided looking at his naked chest as I crossed the room and set the water down on his nightstand.  “Move over.”

“Nope, I sleep on the outside, flower girl.”

“I hate sleeping on the inside,” I huffed.  “It’s too crowded and…oh God.”

Wes had pulled back the covers and I stared at his big, naked body and tried not to drool.

“Y-you’re naked,” I stuttered.

“I always sleep naked,” he said with a wicked grin.  “Don’t you?”

His gaze dropped to my breasts and I could feel my nipples hardening in response.  His grin widened and I crossed my arms over my chest as his cock turned fully erect.

“Behave,” I said before carefully crawling over his shins and lying on the bed next to him.  It was crowded, Wes was a big man and the bed was on the small side.  I shifted to my side to face him as he tucked his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling.  The way his dick was tenting the sheets didn’t seem to embarrass him at all.

“Nice room,” I said.  “So, did you have a crush on Anne Hathaway as a teenager?”

“How can you tell?”  He laughed.

“Maybe it’s the hundreds of Anne Hathaway posters plastered on your walls?”  I said.

He laughed again.  “She’s hot.  What teenage boy didn’t have a crush on her?”

I sat up a little and squinted in the darkness at the shelf on the far wall.  “What are all those trophies for?”

“Football,” he said.

“Do you find it weird to come back home and have everything the same in your bedroom?”  I asked.

“No, not really.  Mom has said more than once that she’s turning my room into a craft room and Frannie’s room into an exercise room, but it hasn’t happened yet.

I settled onto my side again and stared at his profile in the moonlight.  God, he was handsome.  “Your family is great.”

“They are,” he said.  “My mom can be a bit overbearing sometimes but it comes from a good place.”

“I don’t mind,” I said.  “It’s kind of nice to have someone ‘mothering’ me again.”

“I’m really sorry for your loss,” he said.

“Thank you.  So, where did you learn to be so merciless at Monopoly?”

He laughed.  “My grandpa.  He was ruthless at board games.  Even when we were kids, he showed no mercy.  I don’t think I ever beat him at checkers.  Once I was complaining to my mom about the fact that grandpa never let me win and he came thumping into the kitchen and said, ‘Son, it don’t mean nothin’ if I let you win.  Now stop your whining and come help me mow the lawn.’”

“I think I would have liked your grandpa,” I said.

“He would have really liked you,” Wes said.  “In fact, my entire family seems to really like you.  They’re going to be awfully disappointed when you and Frannie break up.”

I didn’t say anything.  I could feel the heat of his body and it was taking everything in me not to curl up against him. 

“How did your waxing appointment go?”  He suddenly asked.

“Fine.”  I couldn’t resist rubbing my leg against his.  “Nice and smooth now.”

He groaned and shifted to his side to face me before cupping my face and stroking his thumb across my mouth.

“Wes,” I said unsteadily as he shifted closer until his body was touching mine.  “This is a bad idea.”

“I like bad ideas,” he whispered before kissing me.

I returned his kiss immediately, throwing my arm around him and rubbing his broad back as he cupped my thigh and draped it over his hip before stroking my leg.

“Better?”  I asked.

“Very smooth,” he said, “but I like the Sasquatch version of Daisy too.”

I smacked him on the back and he laughed before pressing his cock against me.  We were separated only by the thin material of my pajama shorts and I made another soft moan when he cupped my breast.

“Daisy,” now his voice was unsteady, “if you don’t want me to fuck you, tell me now so I can get out of the damn bed and sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” I whispered.

“Thank fucking God,” he muttered before kissing me hard.  I sucked on his tongue and he groaned then rolled me onto my back and pressed one thigh between mine.  I rubbed against him as he lifted his upper body and I helped him pull my shirt off. 

“I’ve missed your beautiful tits,” he said in a low voice before dipping his head and capturing one hard nipple in his mouth.  He sucked with firm pressure and I moaned in pleasure as I clutched at his head.

After only a moment or two, he raised his head and kissed my collarbone.  “Daisy?”

“Yeah?”

“What did you mean in the truck when you said that had never happened before?”

Feeling a little stupid, I said, “I always have to touch myself or, you know, help the guy touch me, to have an orgasm.  That’s the first time I didn’t have to.”

He gave me a self-satisfied smile.  “So, points for Gryffindor then?”

“Like hell you’re Gryffindor,” I said.  “You have Hufflepuff written all over you.”

He nuzzled my neck and I stroked the muscles in his back as he licked a slow path up my throat to my ear.  “I liked making you come,” he whispered.

“I liked it too,” I said.

“I really want to taste your pussy.”

I shivered all over and couldn’t help rubbing my pussy against his thigh.

“Do you want that?”

“Yes, please,” I said.

He grinned at me.  “Can you be quiet while I’m eating your pussy?  The walls are thin.”

“Yes,” I said.

“If you’re too loud, I’ll stop,” he warned.

“I’ll be quiet,” I said even though I didn’t know if that was true or not.

He brushed his mouth across mine before tracing my stomach with his fingers.  I shivered and twitched and tried not to plead as he made small circles over each of my hipbones.  When his hand finally dipped under the waistband of my shorts, my legs were already spread shamefully wide.  He touched my pussy and I giggled at the look of surprise on his face.

The surprise turned to delight as he touched the soft curls.  “You didn’t wax.”

“I couldn’t,” I said.  I tried to sound disapproving.  “It’s not like I could let someone near my personal bits after you made me come all over your hand ten minutes earlier.”

“If I told you that was my brilliant plan all along, would you believe me?”  He asked.

“Nope.”

“Fair enough.  I just wanted to touch you again.  I can’t seem to get enough of you, flower girl,” Wes said.  He touched my curls again before moving his hand to the waistband of my shorts.  “Let’s get these off.”

“Yes, let’s,” I said eagerly.  I helped him drag my shorts down my legs and he tossed them on the floor before scooting down the bed and settling his big body between my legs.  His shoulders pushed at my thighs and I ran my fingers through his thick hair as he smiled up at me.

“Remember to be quiet, darlin’.”

“I will,” I whispered.

His warm, firm lips pressed against my pussy and I bit back my instant moan of pleasure.  He licked down my slit and I gasped and arched immediately.  His hot tongue probed against my entrance then slipped inside.  I moaned loudly and he stopped and lifted his head.

“Daisy,” he warned in a low voice.  “Quiet.”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

“I haven’t even touched your clit and you’re already being too loud,” he replied.  “Maybe this isn’t a good idea, little flower.”

“No, it’s a good idea!”  I whispered frantically.  “It’s a great idea.  I’ll be quiet!”

“Will you?”

“Yes!”  I tried to push his face back into my pussy.  “Wes, please.”

He buried his face between my legs again and when his tongue swept across my swollen clit, I turned my head and shoved my face into his pillow.  Wes flicked his tongue across my clit, licked away the moisture from my swollen lips and then licked my clit with broad, flat sweeps before sucking on my lips.  I bucked against his mouth and pressed my face deeper into his pillow.  Holy fuck, Wes was a champion pussy eater.

His tongue slicked back and forth over that throbbing bundle of nerves and I moaned into the pillow and pumped my pelvis shamelessly against his face.  I almost screamed when he rubbed my clit roughly with his thumb and then licked it again.  He alternated between the rough strokes with his thumb and the soft, wet licks of his tongue until I lifted my face from the pillow, sucked in a much-needed breath of air and pleaded mindlessly.

“Shh, little flower,” he said before delving back into my pussy.

After only touching me twice before, Wes had already learned what I needed to make me come.  Pretty fucking impressive considering Richard hadn’t figured it out in two goddamn years.

Wes pinched my clit and I made a muffled scream into the pillow.  I was so close, just one rougher pinch would push me into sweet release.  Instead of pinching me again, he gave my clit a hard nip.  I shrieked into the pillow and climaxed with a dizzying mix of pleasure and pain.  Vaguely, I was aware of Wes licking my clit to soothe away the sting before sitting up and reaching into the nightstand drawer for a condom.  My body shook as I slowly came down from the high of my orgasm.  My stomach muscles were jumping and trembling like live wires and little aftershocks of pleasure still tingled in my pussy.  When Wes pulled the pillow away from my face, I stared blearily up at him.  He was already kneeling between my legs and I widened them automatically as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against my mouth.

“Okay, little flower?”

“So okay,” I breathed as I reached between us.  My fingers stroked his cock and he groaned as I helped guide him in.

“Shh,” I said.  “Thin walls, remember?”

“Fuck, I remember,” he muttered as he sheathed himself deep inside my pussy.

I moaned and he propped himself up on his hands before staring at my breasts.  I pulled on my hard nipples and he groaned and made two hard thrusts.  I gasped and arched up against him before wrapping my legs around his waist.

“So good,” he moaned before thrusting in a hard and rough rhythm that made my toes curl.  I met each of his strokes, squeezing around his cock with every pump of his hips.  He was panting and his moans were growing progressively louder.  I clapped my hand over his mouth as he moved harder and faster.  He drove deep one final time and shuddered all over as he climaxed.  I could feel the vibration of his low moans against my hand and I pressed soft kisses on his throat as he shook and thrust back and forth.  I moved my hand from his mouth and he grinned at me before kissing me. 

“I really like fucking you, Daisy.”

“I really like fucking you, Wes.”

He nuzzled my neck affectionately before moving off of me.  I turned on my side and watched as he removed the condom and tied it off before tossing it into the trash can near his bed.

“You need to remember to empty the trash can in the morning,” I said.  “If your mother was cleaning and found that she’d…”

“What?  Ground me?”  Wes said as he eased back into the bed next to me.  He rested on his back and I curled against his side, running my hand over the hair on his chest as he rubbed lazy circles across my back with his warm hand.

“She’ll be suspicious,” I said.

“Yep, but not suspicious that it was my sister’s girlfriend,” Wes said with a low laugh.  “Mostly, she’ll drive herself crazy trying to figure out how I snuck a girl past her.”

“Your mother has crazy good hearing,” I said.  “Were you ever able to sneak out when you were younger?”

“Once,” Wes said.

“Impressive.”

“Not really.  I was supposed to be sneaking out to meet my friends at the quarry.  I made it out of the house but not to the quarry.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“I had the brilliant idea to tie my sheets together and climb out the window.  Unfortunately, I never did get my “tying knots” badge from Boy Scouts.”

“Uh oh,” I said with a giggle.

“Yeah.  The knot came undone at the top and I fell like a rock.”

“Holy shit!”  I said. 

“Luckily, Dad had planted some rose bushes along the side of the house.  They broke my fall but I still fractured my ankle and got all scratched up from the thorns.  I crawled out of the bushes and had to drag my sorry ass to the front door and ring the doorbell.”

“You should have gone out Frannie’s window and used the tree,” I said. 

Wes laughed.  “Frannie would have ratted me out in a heartbeat if I had.  I was your typical pain-in-the-ass big brother to her.  Anyway, Mom and Dad drove me to the hospital, Dad giving me hell the entire way for destroying his rose bushes, and I spent the rest of the summer in a cast and hobbling around on crutches.  It was my one and only time I was successful at sneaking out.”

“You call falling out your window and breaking your ankle, successful?” I said.

“Hey, I got out of the house without them knowing, didn’t I?”  Wes said.  “That counts as successfully sneaking out.”

“Fair enough,” I replied.

I rubbed my hand across Wes’ chest.  “Thanks for letting me crash in your room, Wes.  I really appreciate it.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he said.  His cock was starting to harden and I gave him a look of surprise.

“What?”  He asked.

“Already?”

He grinned at me.  “Impressive, right?”

I shrugged.  “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Okay?”  Wes growled playfully before rolling on top of me and pinning me to the bed.  He nipped at my neck and then my earlobe.  “I guess I need to show you exactly how impressive my dick can be, flower girl.”

“Yes, I guess you do, Wesley.”

He laughed.  “Prepare to be impressed, little flower.”