Wes

 

“Hey, Wes!”  My sister said.

I barely noticed Frannie.  All the breath had been sucked from my body and I stared dumbfounded at Daisy.  What the fuck was she doing standing in my mother’s kitchen?  And why the fuck was she holding my sister’s hand?

Before I could say anything, Daisy dropped Frannie’s hand and stepped toward me.  She held her hand out and said, “Hi, I’m Daisy!  You must be Frannie’s brother.  I’m Daisy!  It’s nice to meet you!  I’m Daisy!  I’m Frannie’s, um, roommate.”

I stared at her hand for a moment before shifting the bag of groceries to my left.  I took her hand and was immediately thrust into the memory of Daisy riding me, of her nails digging into my wrist – hell, I still had the marks from her nails on my chest and wrist – and the way her perfect tits had tasted.

“Don’t be so shy, Daisy,” my mother said.  “Wes isn’t a prude.  Daisy is Frannie’s girlfriend, honey.”

My hand squeezed Daisy’s compulsively.  Girlfriend?  Daisy was Frannie’s girlfriend?  I decided I had misheard my mother.  “Girlfriend,” I said in a weird voice that didn’t sound at all like my normal one.  “Meaning, you’re her friend and you’re a girl.”

“No, dearest,” my grandmother said from her spot at the table.  “It means that Daisy is Frannie’s lesbian lover.  They’re having sex.”

“Grandma!”  Frannie said as my mouth dropped open.  Daisy yanked her hand free of mine as Frannie joined us and slipped her arm around Daisy’s waist.  She hesitated and then pressed a brief kiss against Daisy’s mouth. 

Hot and unpleasant jealousy immediately tingled down my spine.  I placed the groceries on the floor and took a step back.  What the fuck was going on?

“Wes, are you okay?”  Frannie said.  “You look kind of pale.”

“I’m fine,” I said hoarsely.  I stared at Daisy.  She was as pale as I was and she gave me a worried look before glancing at Frannie and then shaking her head very slightly.  It was more than obvious that she wanted me to keep my mouth shut.

“How – how long have you been dating?”  I asked.

“Uh, only a few months,” Frannie said.

I stared at Daisy as she gave me a bright look of desperation.  After a moment, I said, “Nice to meet you.”

Relief flooded her face.  “It’s nice to meet you too.”

I bent and picked up the grocery bags as Frannie grabbed Daisy’s hand.  “We’ll grab our suitcases and put them in my room.  Be right back.”

She dragged Daisy out of the room and I set the grocery bags on the counter.  “Since when did Frannie become a lesbian?”

“Oh, I always suspected,” my mother said as she began to empty the bags.  “I’m happy for her.  Very happy.  You know, it doesn’t matter to me or your father who you date.”  She gave me a meaningful look.  “We’ll love you no matter your life choices.”

“I’m not gay, Mom,” I said.

“I know, honey,” she said before pinching my cheek affectionately.  “I want you to know that we love you no matter what.  Unless you never get married and give me grandchildren.  That will get you kicked out of the will.  Okay?”

She smiled sweetly at me and I nodded.  “Yep, got it.”

“Good.  Now, you still haven’t told me where you were last night.”

I cleared my throat.  Somehow telling my mother that I was screwing my sister’s lying, cheating girlfriend didn’t seem like a smart thing to say.  As anger burned in my belly, I said, “I caught up with some old friends and ended up crashing on their couch.”

“Isn’t that lovely,” my mother said.

“Yeah.  I’m going to go have a shower.”  I kissed my mother’s cheek and left the kitchen, climbing the steps two at a time.  I paused in front of my sister’s room and raised my hand to knock before changing my mind.  My shock at seeing Daisy had turned to anger.  She had seemed sweet last night and the sex had been the best of my life, but any lingering affection for her or regret I’d felt this morning from leaving without saying goodbye had disappeared.  She was lying and cheating on my baby sister.  I would find out what kind of game she was playing and then give her the choice to tell my sister what she had done or I would.

 

* * *

 

Daisy

 

I slipped outside into the cold night air and took a few deep breaths.  It was almost nine and I had a headache and felt nearly sick to my stomach from the tension between Wes and me.  Not that Frannie or the rest of her family had seemed to notice.  We had gone shopping with Patricia and Frannie’s grandmother for a few hours in the afternoon before returning to the house.  I had tried to avoid Wes as best I could but the house was small and every time I turned around he was there.  Staring at me with those dark eyes.  They were cold and angry without a single hint of the warmth that was there last night.  I shivered delicately and zipped up my jacket before walking around to the side of the house and leaning against the freezing cold brick.

I had told Frannie that I needed to grab something from my car but really, I just needed a moment to myself.  Or, more accurately, a moment away from Wes and his barely contained rage with me.  Fuck, I had really screwed things up.  What were the odds that my one-night stand would be with Frannie’s brother?

I rubbed at my temples and tried to think past the headache.  Okay, I could fix this.  I needed to get Wes alone and give him a condensed version of the truth.  He didn’t need to know that Frannie was dating Owen.  I would just tell him that Frannie was trying to avoid being set up and that –

“Thinking of escaping into the night?”

I made a breathless squeal and jerked against the brick before staring wide-eyed at Wes.  “Oh my God, you scared me!  Don’t sneak up on a person like that.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” I said. 

“No, I’m really not,” he said in a voice that was colder than the brick I was leaning against.

“Wes, listen, I know you’re wondering what’s going on and I – oh, God!”

Moving quickly, Wes stepped in front of me and rested his hands on the wall on either side of my head.  His body brushed up against mine and even through our jackets, my body remembered the heat of his.  I was shamefully aroused instantly.  My hips pressed instinctively against him and I blushed when he jerked his pelvis away from mine and said, “Are you fucking kidding me, right now?”

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “I can explain.”

“Can you?”  He growled.  “He lowered his face until it was only inches from mine.  “That’s good, because I’d really like an explanation for why last night I was balls deep in a woman who turns out to be my baby sister’s lesbian lover.”

“I’m not a lesbian,” I said quickly.

“No?  So, you’re a cheating bisexual instead of a cheating lesbian?”

“I’m not a cheater or bisexual or - ”

“What kind of game are you playing?  Is your name even Daisy?”

“What?  Of course it is!  Wes, I know you’re angry but listen for - ”

“Does my sister know that you’re a damn cheater?”

“Shut up!”  I suddenly snapped at him.

He blinked in surprise at my sudden burst of anger as I glared up at him.  “Shut your big, stupid mouth and let me explain before you make a complete ass of yourself.”

“Fine.  Explain yourself.”

I took a deep breath and said, “I’m your sister’s roommate.  Frannie has been dating a man for the last year that she doesn’t think your family will approve of.  She knows your mom and grandmother were going to try and set her up with someone during the Christmas holidays so she begged me to pretend to be her lesbian lover so that they would leave her alone.  Against my better judgement, I agreed.  I’m not a lesbian or bisexual.  I am playing a part for your sister because she’s very important to me and I love her.  Like a sister.”

I took another deep breath and stared up at Wes.  He wouldn’t believe me.  Why would he?  It was a crazy, stupid story and –

“Who’s the guy?”

“I’m sorry?”  I stared at him in shock.

“Who’s the guy she’s dating?”  He asked.

“I – I don’t know,” I lied.

He studied me closely before pressing his body against mine.  This time he didn’t move away when my pelvis pushed against his.  “You’re a terrible liar, flower girl.”

I bit my bottom lip as my gaze flickered to Owen’s bedroom window.  “I don’t know.”

“So, you’re telling me that your roommates with my sister and have never once seen or met the guy she’s dating?”  He breathed into my ear.

“Y-yes,” I said unsteadily.

He stepped back and raised his eyebrows.  “Tell me, Daisy.”

My eyes flickered to Owen’s bedroom window again and I cursed inwardly when Wes followed my gaze.

“Owen?”  He said.  “Frannie is dating Owen Brenner?”

“You can’t say anything,” I said frantically.  “You can’t tell your parents.  Frannie will kill me if you do.”

He rubbed his big hand through his hair before glancing at Owen’s bedroom again.  “What the hell does she see in that guy?”

“He’s a good guy,” I said.

“Doesn’t he work at a Best Buy?”

“He’s a manager there,” I replied defensively.  “Listen, I know you have this family feud thing going on, but you can’t say anything, okay?”

He stared blankly at me.  “Say anything?  Are you kidding me?  I’ll take this goddamn secret to my grave.  If Dad finds out that Frannie is dating Owen Brenner, he’ll have a fucking heart attack.”

He rubbed at his own temples before shaking his head.  “Fucking hell.  What is Frannie thinking?”

“She loves him,” I said.  “She loves him and they’re good together.  He’s a great guy and he treats her really well.”

Wes didn’t reply and I gave him a few seconds before I said, “So, uh what do we do about the other thing?”

“What other thing?”

“What do you mean ‘what other thing’?” I said.  “I slept with my best friend/fake lesbian lover’s brother!”

Wes shrugged.  “You didn’t know who I was.”

“Damn straight I didn’t!”  I glared at him.  “That’s entirely your fault, by the way.”

He gave me a look of confusion.  “What?”

“I’m friends with Frannie on Facebook and Instagram and Twitter.  I know all of her friends and family on there, but I have never once seen you on her friend feed or even a picture of you!”

He shrugged.  “I’m not on social media and I hate having my picture taken.”

“Not on social media?  Who the hell isn’t on social media?”  I sputtered. 

“You can’t tell me my sister has never mentioned me by name,” Wes said.

“I – I – maybe she did,” I stammered.  “I really don’t remember.  But if she had, there’s more than one Wes in the world!”

He grinned and I scowled at him.  “If you had a goddamn Facebook account, none of this would have happened.  I would have known exactly who you were the minute you waltzed up to me at that bar and started flirting with me.  It would have been a hard no, buddy!”

“Flirting with you?  I think what you’re trying to say is when I came up and saved your cute ass from that drunk guy,” Wes said.

“I had it all under control,” I hissed at him.  “Until you came along with your perfect body and your perfect mouth and your – your giant perfect dick!”

Wes burst into laughter and after a moment, I started to giggle too.  I buried my face in my hands and said, “I’m sorry.  I don’t really think it’s your fault.”

“Nothing has changed,” Wes said.  “We were two people who agreed to have one fun night together.  It’s a little awkward now but we’re both adults.  We can handle a little awkwardness for a week, right?”

“Yeah,” I said as I dropped my hands.  They were turning ice cold, I was shivering madly and I could barely feel the tip of my nose.  I needed to go back inside but instead I said, “You didn’t say goodbye this morning.”

“I should have.”

“Why didn’t you?”  I asked.  When he didn’t reply, I said, “Was it – was it because I wasn’t that great in bed?”

He immediately shook his head and I couldn’t stop my low moan when he put his arm around my waist and drew me into his embrace.  He kissed the tip of my cold nose and said, “I didn’t wake you up because I didn’t have another condom.”

“What?”  I ignored my instinct to burrow against his warm body.

“I didn’t have another condom,” he repeated patiently, “and if I had woken you up to say goodbye, I would have kissed you.  If I had kissed you, then I would have touched you.  If I had touched you, then I would have fucked you.”

I blushed bright red and stared at the snow on the ground.  “Oh.”

He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck.  “I had an amazing time last night, Daisy.  I know you have a vow of celibacy going on but I want to make you break that vow repeatedly.”

I shivered all over, this time from need instead of cold, before pulling away.  “I – I can’t, Wes.  I’m pretending to be your sister’s girlfriend, remember?”

He sighed and nodded.  “Yeah, I remember.”

“We’d better go back inside,” I said.

“You go first,” he said.

“You won’t say anything about Owen, will you?”  I said.

He shook his head.  “No, I won’t.”

 

* * *

 

Wes

 

“Mom, we’ll be fine.  We have snow in the city.”  Frannie’s voice held a note of impatience.  “Besides, we’re only going to the mall and it’s like a twenty-minute drive.”

I wandered into the kitchen, my gaze automatically dropping to Daisy’s ass.  She was bent over the dishwasher, putting her plate in the bottom rack and I could feel my dick twitching.  I quickly looked away from her ass.  Jesus, I needed to get some control.

“I don’t know why you have to go today,” Mom said.  “It’s snowing like crazy and the roads will be slippery.”

“We’ll be fine,” Frannie said as Daisy straightened and turned around.  She gave me a tentative smile as Frannie grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair.  “Daisy has a waxing appointment.”

This time my gaze dropped to Daisy’s crotch before I could stop it.  She cleared her throat and I forced myself to look at her.  She was blushing brightly and I really wanted to grin at her.  It was strange to me why she had made the waxing appointment.  Last night, she had made it perfectly clear that we couldn’t have sex again.  So, why the sudden waxing appointment?

I wondered if I could convince her not to wax her sweet little pussy.  It was her body and none of my business what she did with it, but I wasn’t lying when I told her I preferred the natural look.  I scowled inwardly at the thought of her soft curls being ripped out with hot wax before I reminded myself that it didn’t matter anyway.  I wouldn’t be seeing her pussy again, whether it was natural or waxed bare.

“Why don’t you let Wes drive you in Dad’s truck?”  Mom said.  “Honey, do you mind?  I would feel so much better about the girls’ being out in this weather if you drove them.”

I took a quick look at Frannie.  She shook her head and gave me a pointed look.  I grinned at her and said, “Sure, I don’t mind at all.”

“No,” Frannie said with another pointed look at me.  “Daisy is perfectly happy to drive in this weather and we don’t need my big brother tagging along with us.  Isn’t that right, Daisy?”

Daisy hesitated and Frannie elbowed her in the side. “Isn’t that right?”

“Um, yes.  I’m fine with driving.”  She chewed on her bottom lip and despite having just met her, I knew she was lying.

“I’ll drive,” I said as Frannie gave me a death glare and Daisy gave me a look of gratitude.

“You can’t hang out with us,” Frannie snapped.  “We have,” she hesitated, “girl stuff to do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said.  “I’ll do my own thing and you can text me when you’re ready to go home.”

“Perfect!”  Mom said.  “I feel so much better about this plan.”

She followed us out of the kitchen and into the hallway, chatting happily as we pulled on our boots and our coats. “Daisy, honey, you don’t have a scarf.”

“I forgot it,” Daisy said.

“I’ll crochet you one tonight,” Mom said.  “You’ll need one for when we get the Christmas tree.”

“You don’t have to do that, Patricia,” Daisy protested.  I grinned to myself.  Daisy didn’t know it yet, but she was fighting a losing battle.

“Of course I do!  You’re part of our family now, sweetheart,” Mom said.  “What’s your favourite colour?”

“Oh, uh, I like red,” Daisy said.

“Fantastic!  I picked up the softest red yarn the other day!”  Mom said.  “It’ll make a perfect scarf for you.  Now,” she kissed Frannie’s cheek, then Daisy’s and finally mine, “be careful out there, you three, and be home for dinner please.”

“Yes, Mom,” Frannie said as she glanced at her cell phone.  “Wes, let’s go for God’s sake.  I don’t want to be late for…”

She trailed off and gave Daisy a sudden blank look.

“My appointment,” Daisy said quickly.

“Right.  Her appointment.”  Frannie took Daisy’s hand and dragged her out of the house. 

I followed them to the truck.  The snow was falling heavily and I studied the flakes that were caught in Daisy’s eyelashes as Frannie opened the passenger door.  “Daisy, get in.”

“What?  No, I want the outside,” Daisy said with a nervous look at me.

“No way,” Frannie said.  “I hate sitting in the middle.  Get in, Daisy.”

She sighed.  “Fine.”

Dad’s truck was old and loud and had a bench seat.  The thought of Daisy sitting next to me made me nearly as giddy as a goddamn school girl.  As I watched her struggle to climb into the truck, I brushed past Frannie and put my hands around Daisy’s waist.  She made an adorable little squeak as I lifted her into the truck.

“Uh, thank you, Wes,” she said.

“No problem.”  I boosted Frannie into the truck and slammed the passenger door shut before crossing to the driver’s side.  I leaned in, started the truck and grabbed the snow brush before turning the heat on high and shutting the door.  I cleared off the windshield and hood of snow then climbed into the truck.

“Ready?”  I asked.

Daisy nodded.  Frannie was texting on her phone and she made an impatient gesture with her hand.  “God, yes.  Drive on, Jeeves.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled out of the driveway and onto the street.  Daisy’s leg was pressed against mine and it was taking all of my willpower not to put my hand on her thigh.  She was wearing yoga pants and they clung to her firm thighs.  Christ, yoga pants had never turned me on so much before.  I ignored my hardening dick and concentrated on driving.  The roads weren’t actually that great and it was slow going.  By the time we reached the mall parking lot, Frannie was nearly shaking with impatience. 

“Finally!”  She muttered as I parked and shut the truck off.  Her phone rang and she glanced at it, a happy little smile crossing her face.  “Um, this is a private call.  Give me a minute.”

She opened the door and slid out of the truck, slamming the door behind her.  She wandered away, speaking into her cell phone as I turned to Daisy.  “That was Owen, wasn’t it?”

Daisy nodded.  “Yeah, that was his ring.  She’s meeting him here for a few hours.”

“Do you have a waxing appointment?”  I asked.

“Yes.”  She blushed brightly and stared at the back of Frannie’s head.  “Thank you for driving us.  It makes me a little anxious to drive in bad weather.”

“You’re welcome,” I said.  I glanced around the parking lot.  There was no one walking by and Frannie wasn’t looking at us. 

I placed my hand on Daisy’s thigh, rubbing it firmly as she gave me a startled look.  “Wh-what are you doing?”

“What are you getting waxed?”  I asked as I slipped my fingers between her legs and rubbed her inner thigh.

Her soft little moan made my dick harden.  I pulled on her thigh, pleased when she immediately widened her legs.  I let my hand inch up a little higher.  “What are you getting waxed, flower girl?”

“You know what,” she whispered.  “Wes, your sister is right there.”

“She’s not looking,” I said.  “Are you sure you want to wax your sweet little pussy?”

“I – I should.”

“I don’t think you should,” I said as I cupped her pussy through her pants.  “I like it just the way it is.”

She moaned again.  Her cheeks were bright red and she was biting compulsively at her bottom lip but she widened her thighs even more.  “I usually wax it.”

“That’s too bad,” I said.  “But if you insist on waxing, then you need to let me touch those soft little curls of yours one last time.”

“What?  No, we can’t,” she said quickly as I pressed rhythmically against her pussy.  “Your sister is right there and we’re in the middle of the mall parking lot.”

“There’s no one around and Frannie’s busy with Owen,” I said.  “Lift your jacket up for me, darlin’.”

I continued to stare out the windshield, watching for others as Daisy hesitated.  “Wes, I shouldn’t.”

“Yes, you should,” I said.  “Do it, Daisy.  I want to touch your pussy.”

She moaned and lifted the bottom of her jacket to reveal the waistband of her pants.  Moving quickly, I slipped my hand inside her pants and panties and cupped her pussy.  She gasped, her thighs clenching around my hand.  “Your hand is cold!”

I grinned and stroked her pussy lips.  She was wet already and my dick pressed painfully against my jeans.  “You’re so warm, darlin’.  Warm and wet just for me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she whispered as she undulated against my hand.  She latched onto my arm, staring desperately out the windshield as I rubbed her clit until it swelled against my fingers.  I slid my fingers down her slit and pushed one into her tight entrance.  She squealed and then clapped her hand over her mouth before lowering it back to my arm.

“Oh God, Wes!”

I moved my hand again, tugging on her soft curls before stroking her clit.  She moaned and then said, “Harder.”

I didn’t reply and she blushed and gave me a quick look.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.  Tell me what you want.  What you need,” I said as I rubbed her clit with rougher strokes.

“Oh, oh God,” she whispered.  “Smaller circles and a little more pressure and…oh, yes, like that.” 

She was panting now, her hips rising and falling as bright colour infused her cheeks.  Fuck, she was so beautiful, it made me ache.  I rubbed hard and fast in small, tight circles against her clit and smiled with satisfaction when she stiffened against my hand and made a low, drawn-out moan.  Fresh wetness flooded my fingers as she collapsed against the back of the seat and stared wide-eyed at me.

“Holy crap,” she said.

I laughed and she blushed again.  “I – that’s never happened before.”

I gave her a curious look.  “What’s never happened before?”

“I’ve never – oh!”

I had suddenly yanked my hand out of her pants and shoved it into my jacket pocket.  Frannie was back and reaching for the door.  As she opened it, Daisy pulled her jacket down over her crotch and gave Frannie a bright smile.

“Hi!”

“Hey,” Frannie said before frowning at her.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Daisy said.

“Do you feel okay?  Your face is really red.”

“I feel fine.  Ready to go?”

“Yes,” Frannie gave her a doubtful look.  “You sure you’re okay?”

“Of course,” Daisy said.  She slid across the seat and out of the truck.  I stayed where I was, praying like hell that Frannie didn’t notice the very obvious bulge at the front of my pants.

Frannie turned toward me.  “Are you going into the mall?”

I shrugged.  “Not sure, Frannie-pants.”

“Don’t call me that, Wesley!”  She said with a small grin.  “Thanks for the ride, big brother.  I’ll text you when we’re finished, okay?”

“Yep.  Bye Frannie, bye Daisy.”

“Bye, Wes,” Daisy said.