Chapter Nine

Aiden

 

Soft pink ass cheeks were just within each, my hands caressing them gently as they lifted and lowered onto my cock. My thumb traced up her spine, pushing her forward so I could watch myself sliding in and out of her sweet pussy.

I was close, real close, but I didn’t want it to end. I gripped her by the hips, lifted her off of me, and onto her back. Full breasts bounced, long blonde hair flowed down her shoulders, and as my eyes opened to her beautiful smile, I panicked. Blake? Fuck, I shrugged myself awake, still sporting the impressive boner I’d gained from my sexual dream.

I pushed the sheets away from me and quickly rushed into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe I had a dream like about her, about my best friend’s little sister. A voice in my head kept telling me she was my wife, and that it was natural, okay, but I wouldn’t let myself cave.

I turned the water to cold, as cold as it would get, and stripped off my shorts. I stepped inside, allowing the icy water to soothe my hot skin and run along the stiff erection between my legs, but it wasn’t easing my arousal, only making it worse.

I’d gotten too close, and there wasn’t a way to turn back now. I knew I’d have to finish the job my demented mind started during my sleep.

I reached down, gripping my manhood firmly with one hand, while the other squirted Blake’s conditioner onto my shaft for lubrication.

The veins in my cock pulsated as my grip tightened. I began sliding my hand up and down my shaft, tugging hard to lift my ball sac with each jerk. It was instant relief, bringing me back close to the edge where I’d awoken.

My eyes closed, my back pushed against the shower wall, and I continued my strokes, nice and steady, slow at first, then starting to get faster as I neared the edge of my orgasm.

Blake’s blue eyes and that smile of hers were all I could see. Fuck, I opened my eyes, trying to concentrate on the job at hand, nothing more.

My motion picked up speed, slapping my flesh with quick strokes, my balls bouncing against my thigh, and I was ready to explode my semen into the drain, to be washed away, along with the shame that created it.

The door opened to the bathroom, my hand froze on my cock, and suddenly I was face to face with Blake’s big beautiful eyes. No hot water to create steam, no curtains to cover the glass shower door, nothing to hide the fact I was masturbating as Blake stared towards my hand, her mouth opened, her eyes wide, and her cheeks blushed pinkish-red.

She backed out quickly, apologizing in a soft voice, and then was gone, the door closed once again. I shut off the water, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my waist.

My cock twitched beneath the terrycloth of the towel, and my heart raced with embarrassment as I feared opening the bathroom door to Blake’s eyes. I sat on the toilet seat, catching my breath, when I heard the front door pull closed. She was gone. I started to calm, but my cock was throbbing worse than before.

I finished what I started, ejaculating in a wad of tissues, trying desperately not to think of Blake as I did.

I had to talk to someone, and the only one I had was Luke. I was grateful he was still in town, still unsure of the reason, but grateful.

I headed into town, parking my truck outside the bed and breakfast where Luke was staying—the same one where Blake had stayed. It was nice, with a pool in the back, complete with a tiki bar and restaurant. I began to question why she preferred to go through with a wedding to me just for a place to stay when this place was great.

“Hey, man,” Luke waved me over to the pool where he was sitting.

I pulled up a chair, took the beer offered to me, and let out a long sigh. I had no idea where to start or how to.

“What’s wrong? Wedding blues already?” he chuckled.

“Something like that,” I smiled.

“Spill it,” he insisted.

“I’ve been having some awkward feelings about Blake,” I admitted cautiously.

Luke took a long swig of his beer, turned to me, and smirked.

“Yeah, that’s natural, she’s a good-looking woman,” he said without batting an eye.

I was impressed that he knew what I was talking about, but also a little confused as to how.

“Yeah, but she’s off limits. She’s Liam’s little sister, and we’ve been friends for years,” I explained.

Luke laughed, his head falling back against his shoulders as the loud roar of amusement fell from his lips.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny?” I demanded, not finding the humor in my situation.

“It’s just odd. Your wife is the one person you can’t sleep with,” he chuckled, finishing his beer and grabbing another from the cooler by his feet.

I joined his laughter, realizing he made a very good point. It was odd.

“So, I had a dream about her this morning, and woke up, well, ya know,” I whispered.

The closest people to us were across the pool, and they had three kids hooting and hollering, so I knew they couldn’t hear. I still felt awkward discussing this in front of anyone, even Luke.

“It’s just a dream,” he shrugged it off.

“It’s not just the dream. I took a shower, and she walked in on me,” I wrinkled my nose and moved my hand near my crotch to give away what I’d been doing when she’d walked in.

More laughter roared from his throat. Wow, I really wasn’t expecting to be laughed at. I needed some advice, someone to tell me it was okay, that I hadn’t made a terrible mistake.

“So, she caught ya with your willy in your hand?” Luke snickered.

“Yeah,” I sighed, chugging the rest of my beer.

“She didn’t know you were thinking about her, so what’s the problem?” he questioned.

“I-uh, I kinda caught her in the shower the other day,” I whispered.

“Holy shit, like you walked in on her flicking her bean?” Luke’s eyes widened.

“No, not exactly. I heard her and was standing by the door when she walked out. I’m pretty sure she knew I heard her,” I admitted.

“Wow, you two have some serious sexual tension in that house. I’m not surprised though. I’ve seen the way she looks at you,” Luke smirked.

“What?” I gasped.

I shook my head, unable to take what Luke said as truthful. He had it wrong.

“That girl’s ogled you like a piece of meat ever since I got into town,” Luke added.

I watched as he took a swig of his beer, confident in what he’d just said. I was shocked.

“We’re just friends. She doesn’t have anything for me,” I injected.

“Oh yeah, she just offered to marry you, to help you out, and likes to flick her bean in the shower for no apparent reason,” he chuckled.

“She needed a place to stay while she finished her book,” I pushed.

“Maybe, but this place is like heaven, and super cheap,” Luke smiled.

“Speaking of this place, how long you plan on staying?” I changed the topic quickly.

I was feeling uncomfortable about what he was saying. There was no way Blake had feelings for me other than friendship.

“I’m staying in Texas, but just a bit north of here. I’m working on a ranch with wounded soldiers suffering from PTSD,” he stated.

I knew he’d been working on his masters in psychology, but didn’t realize what he’d planned to do with it.

“Wow, that’s impressive,” I gushed, reaching over and slapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s a great place, and I’m super stoked to get started,” he grinned.

“So, you’ll be pulling out soon then?” I asked.

“Not too soon. I’m gonna hang around here for a while and see how this plays out. I’m kinda curious how long it’ll take before you fall in love with your wife, or realize that you already are in love with her,” he chuckled.

“Well, I guess you’ll be here a while,” I stammered, finishing my beer.

Luke shook his head slowly and smirked in my direction.

I declined the next beer, explaining I needed to get home. He teased me about being whipped already, but I shrugged it off. I just wanted to make sure Blake was comfortable and that I wasn’t leaving her alone in the house until she felt more at home.

On the drive home though, I couldn’t help feeling confused about what Luke had said. Was that why Blake was in the shower that afternoon? She had been acting strange around me that morning. I noticed her nipples poking through her t-shirt, but I thought the air conditioning was just too cool. No, he’s imagining things.