Normally, hanging out with a group of guys we just met would be excruciatingly uncomfortable for me. I didn’t openly support my friends hooking up with strangers. And I never imagined doing it myself. But then again, there really was something about Zach that I found interesting— apart from the fact that he was really hot!
They were all older than us. Kenzo and Michael were both twenty-three. Zach just turned twenty-four over the weekend. He and his friends were here at the concert to celebrate.
I had met a lot of hot guys. Dated some of them too. I wasn’t easily impressed, and I certainly did not get tongue-tied over a guy’s sex appeal. Usually, guys like Zach were oozing with confidence, or arrogance would be the more precise term. But Zach seemed different. He looked confident and sure of himself. But he didn’t strike me as self-centered or hungry for approval. He looked more like the take-it-or-leave-it type of guy.
He would look at me for a brief second, and then he would turn to something else. He would laugh with his friends and completely ignore me. When he bumped into me at the tent, he actually stared at me with interest, and he did look like he wanted to introduce himself. But now, he was dismissing me, acting like he found me plain and uninteresting. Usually, I would find that a relief. But now, a part of me couldn’t help feeling… a bit insulted.
We all decided to check out the games area. I saw a shooting game and couldn’t help the memories that flooded my brain. I loved target shooting. My brother and I played this a lot. He taught me how to aim and hit. Over the years, I had gone to arcades to practice shooting. And then, when I was older, I frequented a shooting club in London. It made me feel like my brother was still with me.
The guys took their turns. Kenzo scored forty out of seventy-five. Michael scored a pitiful thirty. I watched intently as Zach hit the targets with more precision than his friends. When he crossed forty, he stopped taking it seriously. He was laughing and looking away from the targets. But still, he managed to score seventy.
“Wow! You’re a sharpshooter!” Jessie said, quite impressed.
“You guys wanna try?” Zach asked. He was looking at my friends, but why did I get the feeling that he was actually challenging me?
Marie shook her head. “We don’t even know how to hold the gun.”
Z smirked, as if he was already expecting that answer.
“I’ll give it a shot,” I said boldly.
He looked at me for a second and then raised a brow. “All right. Go ahead.”
He handed me the gun, his fingers lightly brushing mine, shooting electricity to my skin. ‘What the hell is his skin made of?’, I thought, slightly frowning at my reaction to the touch.
“I’ll pay for your round,” he whispered, placing a bill at the counter.
He didn’t show it, but I knew he was undermining me, thinking all girls didn’t know how to handle a gun.
I guess today was not his lucky day, huh! Because I was pretty sure I could score more than seventy.
I aimed my gun at the easiest stationary target. Then I looked at him sideways, giving him a flirty wink, just to infuriate him, emphasizing what a “girl” I actually was, before pulling the trigger. The target went down immediately. I pointed at the next three stationary targets, taking them down easily. And then I moved on to the moving targets, hitting twenty in a row, before I returned to the stationary ones, finishing the round with a score of seventy-three.
I put the gun down and faced my friends, who were all looking at me with gaping mouths. The boys were staring at me in shock. I didn’t dare to look at Zach.
“Oh my god!” Jessie said. “Should we be scared of you now?”
I laughed. “It’s just a game.”
“A game you kick ass in!” Marie said proudly.
We walked back to the concert grounds. Michael and Kenzo walked beside Marie and Jessie. I trailed behind, and soon I felt Zach walking beside me.
We walked quietly for a couple of minutes. And then finally I dared to look up at him. He was looking at the ground with his hands inside his pockets. He had a crooked smile pasted on his face, and he looked genuinely amused for a reason I didn’t know and wouldn’t dare ask.
We found a spot on the side, under a big tree. We could hear the music loudly enough, but not too loud that we would not hear each other.
“Do you want to get something to drink?” I heard Zach ask beside me.
I looked over at my friends, who were sitting on the ground, getting cozy with the two guys. I thought a change of scene would be good. “Yeah, sure.”
“Buy us some beers, will you?” Michael said to him.
“Yeah, right,” Zach murmured.
I felt his palm on my back as he led me toward the refreshment area.
“Do you drink?” he asked. Suddenly, his attitude toward me was a little friendlier.
“If you consider water or soda, yeah, I do.”
“Breezer?” He pointed at the flavored vodka displayed in front of the bar.
I hesitated for a while, but then again, I remembered going home tomorrow. This might be my last chance to get a drink at all.
“Okay, why not? I’ll take the watermelon.”
“Good choice.” He turned to the bartender and asked for one watermelon Breezer and six cans of Budweiser.
“I thought you weren’t gonna buy them beer.”
“I wasn’t. This is all for me!” he said, chuckling.
My eyes widened, and he laughed immediately. “Kenzo is like a big brother to me. You know the bossy, pestering type? He’ll make me go no matter what.”
“And Michael?”
“He’s Kenzo’s cousin, only here for the weekend. He’s from Alaska. Kenzo and I used to go to the same university. He’s my best friend. So I’m celebrating a turn of a chapter of my life with him.”
“Your family?”
Suddenly, his face turned serious, and I was afraid I hit a nerve.
“Sorry,” I quickly said. “Forget I asked. I wouldn’t want to talk about my family too. We go to a concert to leave our worries at home, right?”
He grinned. “Where did you learn to shoot like that?”
“I grew up with a brother who loved that game,” I replied. “He spent a lot of time teaching me.”
“You looked like you had a lot of practice,” he said.
I raised a brow at him. “Are you challenged?”
He chuckled. “Later. Let’s play one-on-one. Serious bet. Without our friends to distract us. Back then, I thought none of you could challenge my shooting prowess.”
I stared back at him. He looked serious about redeeming his dignity, so I agreed. “Sure. I have to warn you, I’m incapable of pretending I suck at that game.”
He stared at me with narrowed eyes. “Challenge accepted.”
“Sure.”
On the way back to our friends, Zach stopped by the souvenir shop to buy a mat. When we got back to our friends, he spread it on the ground and motioned for me to sit beside him. I was glad he had the sensitivity to realize that I was wearing white pants.
“Thank you,” I said.
He opened my Breezer and handed it to me.
“What course are you taking up?” he asked. He sounded more interested to talk to me now. Maybe he realized that with his friends busy with my friends, he was stuck with me.
“Business,” I said in a bored tone.
He caught on my tone and asked, “And you don’t like that because?”
“Because it was my father’s choice, not mine. I was already taking up design. He ordered me to shift.”
“Fashion design?” he volunteered.
“Do I look like I’m into fashion design?”
He looked at my colored hair and smiled. “You look like you would rock fashion design.”
I laughed. “Thanks. You were close. I was into trinket design. I wanted to design my own jewelry line someday. But my father had other plans for me.”
He looked thoughtful. “Well, taking up a business course if you were to put up your own business someday sounds wise. Maybe that’s your father’s point.”
I smirked. “I doubt. I think he just doesn’t care.”
He was quiet for a while. When I stared back at him, he was looking at me thoughtfully. Then he smiled and drank his beer. “I guess I’m not the only one with Daddy issues.”
“Yeah. But didn’t we agree to leave our worries at home?” I asked gently. Then I turned to look at the stage where a band was playing ‘Sweet Child of Mine.’ “Oh my god, I love this song!”
The crowd started getting wild with the music. Zach stood up and held his hand out to me. “Come, let’s dance.”
We walked toward the center of the concert grounds and joined the rest of the crowd in dancing and singing with the band. Afterward, the band played ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ and then ‘Wild World.’ I realized that Zach and I had the same taste in music.
It must be the music, the frenzy, or the liquor, but soon, I found myself relaxing and warming up to him, the way I thought he was changing his impression of me.
He was cute, he was hot, but it was more than the physical attraction. He was funny and witty. He didn’t pry on details I didn’t want to share. In an effort to get you to trust them, some guys ask too many questions about your personal life, even though they weren’t sincerely interested in the first place. They would do everything, pretend to be anything, just to get into your pants. Zach, on the other hand, took the information I shared and used that for conversation. He didn’t probe too much, and he didn’t come out phony.
For the first time, I was getting curious about a guy and wondering what it would be like to touch him… get touched by him. However, 98% percent of the time, Zach’s hands were nowhere near my body. Unlike his friends, whose tongues have already gone south of my friends’ throats.
It was turning dark, and the band slowed down, playing the song ‘Send Me an Angel.’
Zach took one step toward me. He grinned boyishly and held out his arms to me. I smiled before I stepped into his arms for a slow dance. He pulled me closer as his arms wound around my bare waist. I put my hand on his firm, muscular chest and rested my head on his shoulder. We swayed in silence, feeling the beat of the music. I felt him rest his cheek on my head.
“Were you really born with purple hair?” he whispered against my ear.
I giggled. “I wish. But I wasn’t that lucky.”
“I feel like I’m living one of my childhood anime fantasies,” he whispered.
“Me too,” I said. “And tomorrow, I will return to reality. My parents can’t see my hair like this.”
“It’s beautiful,” he said. “Not many girls can get away with purple and blue hair and still look smoldering hot and interesting.”
I smiled to myself. First time he ever indicated he was interested in me.
“Interesting? You were ignoring me until I beat you in the shooting game.”
He gave me a crooked smile then shook his head. “Are you sure I was ignoring you? I’m unusually good at hiding my emotions, including my curiosity and interest.”
“I probably didn’t make a great first impression. You changed your mind only when I shot some targets.”
“I didn’t change my mind,” he said. “I just cut to the chase. Because I realized, if I don’t make my move, some other guy will. And I didn’t want to spend the rest of the night in jail because I beat the lights out of some other guy trying to make a move on you.”
There was nothing boyish or unsure about the way he said that. Nor in the way his arms tightened around my waist. He was no longer pretending he wasn’t interested in me.
“You’d go to jail for a girl who looked like she hailed from a Japanese cartoon movie?”
He winked at me. “I have always been an anime fan. And this could just be a page out of my teenage fantasy.” He paused, and then he looked down on my lips and said, “And while we’re on the subject of living fantasies…” he trailed off. The look in his eyes suddenly turned hot and heavy. And before I could begin to process any thought at all, his face descended toward mine, and he brushed my lips with his.
Electricity flowed from his lips to mine. He gave me one chaste kiss, and then he pulled back before leaning in again, waiting to see if I would meet him halfway. Well, he did mention we were living fantasies, right? So, I tiptoed so I could kiss him back. He tightened his arms around me and deepened the kiss. We lost ourselves while the song ‘You and I’ blasted on the speakers.We didn’t care. It was the perfect song, the perfect moment… the perfect kiss. It sent tingles down my spine, making me want to feel more. I was glad that he was strong enough to hold me because I didn’t think I would be able to stand on my own.Fireworks erupted above us, and the crowd cheered louder. He leaned his forehead against mine as he sucked in a deep breath.“Wow…” he said softly.I closed my eyes and smiled as I felt his arms around me tighten, as if he were afraid to break the connection we just had.I turned around toward the stage. He wound his arms around my waist and pulled me to him so that my
Zach planted a soft kiss at the base of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.“I’m starting to believe in fate more and more,” he said.“Maybe it’s high time you should.” I turned to the stage and continued watching the band that was playing.Suddenly, I felt queasy. Sweat started to form on my forehead. I could feel a shiver running down my spine. I knew this feeling, and I’d lost count of how many times I felt like this before.Zach pulled away from me and looked at my feverish expression. Quickly, he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a piece of candy. “Take this,” he said. I took it from him without another word. Then he said, “Let’s grab something to eat.”I could only smile at him. Somehow, he realized what was happening. I was going hypoglycemic because I hadn’t had anything decent to eat for hours.He took my hand and intertwined our fingers.“You’re diabetic?” he asked.I nodded.“Okay, we better eat. They have burgers, sushi, pasta, and salad. Japanese, Chinese, It
Memories of the night my mother beat the hell out of my brother because she thought she was hitting me flooded my mind. I was scared of thunder and lightning. Every kid was. But when I sought comfort from my parents, I was either ignored or abused, which aggravated the fear even more and developed into a full-grown phobia.Thunder bellowed for the third time, and I covered my mouth, stifling a scream. My body started shaking.“Hey, hey!” I heard Zach say beside me. He hugged me, and I buried my face on his chest. He caressed my head gently and bent his head so he could whisper in my ear. “Shhhh… It’s okay, baby girl. I’m here. I got you.”I learned how to deal with my phobia over the years, but I had never been in an open field during a big thunderstorm before.Another roll of thunder bellowed in the skies. I couldn’t help screaming, “Zachary!” Tears rolled down my cheeks, my thoughts drifted off to the last time somebody held me during a storm. It had been too long, it felt like it w
“What? Where?” I managed to ask.He pointed at the tall five-star hotel across the street.“Are you kidding me?”He shook his head. “I was celebrating my birthday, remember? My… father thought I should do it in fashion.”After two minutes, we entered the hotel lobby. We were soaking wet from the rain, and my clothes were totally ruined.Zach pulled me to the elevators and pressed his floor. The long ascent to his hotel room felt like a short descent to my first indiscretion. Zach and I were like fireworks in a public place, I wonder how we would be in a private, enclosed place with a comfortable bed between us.Zach’s room has a small sitting area with a small couch and a shower room. The bedroom was huge, with a California king bed, a dining table, a balcony, and en suite bathroom. I took off his jacket and hung it in the bathroom. Then I took off my wet shoes and dabbed a towel all over my wet skin.Outside, the rain only poured harder than before. Lightning occasionally illuminated
Shit! Will that turn him off?Shyly, I bit my lip and nodded.“You mean, if I take you now, I would be taking your cherry?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe what he was saying.I nodded again.Slowly, he smiled at me. “Okay,” he said. “I won’t take it if you don’t want to give it up yet,” he said. “If you’re saving it for marriage… or you want to wait until you’re sure about the guy.”Oh my god! I couldn’t believe he was saying this to me. Half a minute ago, I was going to give it to him!“But, damn, I’m so hot for you, and I would go crazy if we stop now,” he added. And I completely agreed with him. “If you let me, I will make you cum. Is that okay?”“Zach…”Before I could say anything more, he pressed his cock against me. “You know what, on second thought, I’m not taking no for an answer.” Then he kissed my lips savagely.He took his boxers off. Then he positioned himself so that the length of his penis was resting above my clit. I squirmed at the sensation and felt my juices flo
“This is temporary, baby girl,” he said. “When we get back to our homes, I’ll call you. We need to talk about logistics. Send me your addresses, the university you go to. We’ll work this out. I’ll fly to London as often as I could. Who knows? Maybe someday, I’ll move there after I’m done with my masters.”“I… I won’t be going to London.”“What?” He blinked.“I’ll be here in the States,” I said. “My father asked me to come back home.”His eyes gleamed, and he kissed me on the lips again.“Hey, lovebirds! We’re on last call!” Marie shouted.“All right, go!” Zach said. “We’ll talk later.”He gave me one final kiss, and then I turned around and ran off toward Marie. Before I entered the station, I took one last look at him. He gave me a small salute. I smiled and blew him a kiss.I boarded the train with a heavy heart. I was scared that I might never see him again. I was regretting that I didn’t fully make love to him because I knew, I’d fallen in love with him.I couldn’t believe this wa
I sat beside Zachary during dinner. My eyes were reddish and wet with tears. My parents thought they were only tears of happiness because I was reunited with my brother. Or maybe they simply didn’t care. They were being nice to me—for Zachary’s sake.Now, it all made sense, why my parents suddenly asked me to come home. I had a strong feeling that Zachary asked for it. He wanted me to be here.Zach!I called him Zach over and over when I was reduced into a pool of liquid passion in his hands.“You said you met an amazing girl at the concert, son. Tell us more about her. Am I going to have a daughter-in-law soon?” my father asked, and I choked on my food.“Are you okay, dear?” my mother asked.I took a gulp of water and nodded slightly.We all fell quiet, and when I looked at my parents, they were staring expectantly at him, waiting for him to answer.He cleared his throat. “No, Dad,” he replied. “I doubt that.”“Why? What was the problem? You looked so over the moon when you arrived t
Last night was one of the most amazing nights of my life. I knew, no matter what I discovered today, I wasn’t sorry about it. “I’m embarrassed,” I said, not wanting to add more to that. Because anything beyond that would either be saying too much or lying. “You?”Please say no!I couldn’t comprehend why, but I didn’t want him to say he wanted to undo what happened to us last night.“You won’t like my answer, baby girl,” he said in a frustrated tone.Ouch! That was an indirect way of saying he was sorry about the whole thing! Of course! What kind of sane brother would feel right about making his sister cum all over his fingers?“I know what you’re thinking. Nasty, right?” I said, almost glaring at him.He stared at me crossly. “You have no idea what’s going on in my mind right now.” His voice was low, but his tone was sober, thick with emotions.Tears rolled down my cheeks again. “This… could have been the best day of my life. I’ve… I’ve waited for you to come home for fourteen years,
Zach.My cheeks and neck where Damien had hit me burned, but the physical pain was the least of my worries. All I could feel was guilt and remorse just thinking about what Blaire must be going through right now.I hated myself for subjecting her to this humiliation, and it was because I failed to be a man and control my dick. If only I could undo my mistakes.My body, mind, and soul craved her with an intensity that scared me. The thought of ending the night without plunging into her pussy nearly drove me crazy. I couldn’t resist my desire to claim her, smolder her with my infinite passionate kisses, caressing, and fondling. I wasn’t one to accept defeat – not when we were so close to expressing our feelings out in the open. And by some stroke of misfortune, our friends had to rain on our parade!And now, not only did they walk in on our business uninvited, they made us face our harsh reality… our worst nightmare.
Blaire.I didn’t know how much time flew by. All I knew was that my beautiful dirty secret has finally spilled out in the open. I couldn’t pull away from the visibly upset Zach, who held me close to his chest as I buried my face in his chest, too embarrassed to continue the staring competition with our friends. But the strong demeanor he wore to make me feel better did little to alleviate my apprehension.Marie was the first to break the silence.“Bee! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she screamed, tears peering through her eyes. She covered her face with her palms as she sobbed into them.Kenzo didn’t say anything. He just stood there coolly with his hands inside his pockets. His attitude since I and Zach bumped into him earlier that evening showed that he already knew what was going on with us.Trepidation consumed Jessie. She lost words to describe the obscenity playing right before her e
My phone beeped.Zach: Baby girl…Me: Babe…Zach: I forgot my bag.Me: Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.I wiped my tears dry and then I went out of the room. Zach’s bag was in the cabinet. I took it silently and then I went out the door. Zach was leaning against the wall beside the door.“Hey,” I whispered.He stared at me for a moment. Then he reached forward and caressed my head gently.“There are a million things I wanted to say, a dozen things I wanted to do to you,” he whispered.Tears rolled down my cheeks. “I miss you!”He smiled at me ruefully. “I miss you, too. And right now, there’s nothing more I want to do than kiss you senseless and drown myself in you.”“Me too.”He pushed a lock of stray hair away from my face.“I’m sorry,” he said.
We attended the concert with our friends, keeping at least two feet distance between us. My arms ached to hug him, my lips couldn’t wait to kiss him.“I thought your boyfriend is joining us, Blaire,” Damien reminded us of when we all grabbed dinner at the food stands.“He’s ah…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. If only I know what my imaginary boyfriend was up to!“He’s stuck in a blizzard. Plane got cancelled,” Zach supplied for me.“What? Blizzard? Where the hell did he come from?” Kenzo asked with a wide-eyed expression. Something told me he didn’t believe there was a boyfriend all along. After all, he knew Zach well.Zach raised an annoyed brow at him before replying curtly, “Alaska!”“Oh, that’s too bad,” Kenzo said with a slight smirk.Yep! He knows.“Oh, that means you’r
Blaire.I stared at my friends blankly. Then I turned to Damien. “Hey, Dame. Nice to see you again,” I said, stepping forward and giving him a hug.“Where’s your boyfriend?” he asked. “I was wondering if we can finally get an introduction? You didn’t come here with just your big brother,you? That would be boring!”“Ummm… yeah. He’s chaperoning me,” I said quickly. “I was going to meet my boyfriend here. Zach agreed to hang around with me until he comes.”“Zach’s your brother? And you have a boyfriend?” Marie asked.“And you didn’t tell us?” Jessie asked accusingly.I smiled at them sheepishly. “I guess. It’s just recent. I didn’t get a chance to tell them yet.”“Recent?” Damien echoed. “You’ve been rejecting my boy Ricky during our family reunion becau
No! He can’t know! We’ve been careful.I cleared my throat and straightened my back. “Are… you okay?”“Of course, of course,” he replied. “But if you need something, come to me, okay? I have your back, cuz. The court said you’re not related to us anymore, don’t forget that. You are not our blood. Legally, you are not my uncle’s son anymore. But… you’re still my cousin, okay?”He patted me on the shoulder.Okay! He’s being a little weird.“Okay,” I said. “I’ll remember that.”“Good,” he said.“Ben, it was nice seeing you again,” Blaire said behind him.“Oh, hello, cuz,” Ben said. He reached forward and gave her a hug. As if automatically, I started timing how long he’d be hugging her. After five seconds, I’d be hauling him off her.Luckily, he pu
Zach.I pulled her toward my car and opened the passenger door for her.“We can’t leave!”“Oh yeah we can,” I said.“Those guys are going to notice that we’re gone.”“Like I care,” I said. I motioned for her to get in.Reluctantly, she got in.I drove away from the bar.“Where are we going?”“To heaven, baby girl. I’m going to give you what you’ve been asking for since the moment you walked into the bar.”Her eyes widened in disbelief. My hands went to her thigh, giving it a light squeeze, making her bare skin even hotter.“Oh my god, I don’t think I can do this,” she breathed.“Do what, baby girl?”Suddenly, she seemed really nervous. I stared back at her. She shook her head. “I can’t do this. I can’t just walk out of the bar with a complete
Zach.Me: I’m sure. You’re the teasing type. I’ll bet it makes you hot thinking about how I’ll rip those panties off you. So, tell me… how tiny are they?Her: So tiny they barely conceal me.I almost choked on my beer.It was getting hot. We had been through this before. When we sext each other, we usually end up having sex in the shed. But the problem was that we were a thousand miles away from home and we were surrounded by nosy cousins, aunts, uncles, and our parents. But I was not sure I could wait until tomorrow night to make love to her.“You didn’t come here just to text all night, did you?” Damien asked behind me.I immediately turned my phone over, hiding the screen from him.“Remember, I didn’t want to come at all,” I said, drinking my beer.“Plenty of hot girls here. You don’t fancy anyone?”Yes.
Zach.“Look, if you guys want to have some fun, go knock yourselves out,” I said to the boys.“We’re going to hook up with chicks, man. Don’t be such a party pooper!” Damien said to me.“Don’t tempt him, bro. He’s got a girl,” Ben told him.“So?” Damien asked, arching a brow.“So, I’m loyal,” I said.“You’re whipped!” Ben said, chuckling.“I am. And I’m proud of it. You should try it. Feels incredible.”Damien wrinkled his nose and shivered as if he found the idea extremely abominable.“Come on, bro! We just got you back after almost a decade! You used to be the leader of all mischiefs in the pack. And now, you’re staying at home when we want to go clubbing with girls. Oh, did I mention hot girls?” Damien said.“I’m not stopping you. But sorry, guys. M