I was in a whirl of emotions after finding out the love of my life had cheated on me. I was heartbroken and a mess in so many methods. I knew there was one person I could turn to. Stevan had at all times been the good brother. He was the one who kept everyone sane when things got rough. So when I needed answers, I called him.
“Who is this?” He answered.
“That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. How have you been?”
I had to carefully word my response. “I’ve been okay, well, until I found out that Derek cheated on me for our entire relationship.”
“So what can I do for you?” he said, a sorrowful tone in his voice. He already knew this information.
“I need to know if he ever loved me, and you’re the one person I know who can honestly answer.”
“I don’t mean this to be a dick, but truthfully he never loved anyone. He’s my brother, but he’s awful to women and I’ve had several calls like these lately. But he should have.”
From there we caught up, confessing things that we had lied about and numerous perspectives on old times. Eventually, he asked me if we could hang out. I said yes.
The next day, he canceled. He had found out about the posts I had made about Derek and how I had told my friends I was gonna call his mom. He told me he was blocking me for a bit and I wouldn’t know when he’d be back. I was upset but I knew what I wanted. I knew I needed to have one final stab at my ex.
It was about 2 am and I called him from another number. He sounded upset and almost hung up. I knew I had to do something.
So I told him, “honestly, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“What does that mean?” He said, a tone of anger in his voice.
“I mean I can’t stop thinking about being around you and-“
“Woman don’t fucking play with me, you know I’m a virgin.”
“I’m not, I just feel like if I got within 2 feet of you I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Do you want me to come get you right now?”
I worried about how I was gonna leave my house at 3 am. I wasn’t lying to him, I wanted him. I swear, there’s something in that family’s saliva. So I told him if I can sneak out, he can come get me.
I made it to the end of my driveway and waited. I talked him through the drive I had made myself so many times. When he pulled in, the chemistry was obvious. We started talking, and he asked where my hand was. I gave it to him. There was a hint of tension in the air, and he asked where we could talk. I told him to turn around.
As he was about to pull out of a random driveway, I said, “Put the car in park.” Just as calmly as I had asked him how work was. I undid my seatbelt and pulled him into a kiss. This wasn’t a typical first kiss, this was a first kiss with years of buildup. This was a hungry kiss. We continued in a trance until we saw headlights again. I sat back in my seat and just as calmly said, “We better get moving, there are cars passing.”
When we got to the park, things just escalated from there. We resumed the passion we had before, and as much as I only wanted to kiss him, something took over me and I grabbed his hand and let his fingers reach far into my throat, and sucked them as I wanted him. He started moaning, and I knew I was giving him something he had never felt before.
Without a single word, he undid his belt and I grabbed his completely hard dick. I looked up at him, remembering something he had told me in passing about only being 4 inches. He was at least 6 to 7.
“You said 4 inches!!” I nearly yelled.
“I thought it was??” He replied, confused.
I began to give him the best performance of my life, and from what he moaned I assumed it was well worth it. I stopped and brought my head up to his lips, moving his hair out of his face.
“You can cum as deep in my throat as you like, and there will be many more times like these, if you don’t fucking block me again.”
I kissed him before continuing my message.
“I am very loyal to the people in my life, but not nearly as much to those who leave.”
I resumed showing this man what heaven would be like, and he eventually wanted more.
“What does your pussy feel like?” He asked.
“I’m on my period, you don’t want to smell that.”
“I don’t care about the smell.”
I crawled in the backseat and moved his stuff out of the way, pulling my pants down and bending over. He got in the back and got behind me. I guided him in and after figuring out what he was doing, it was nearly the hottest sex I’ve ever had. He grabbed a hold of my ponytail and pinched my nipple. I asked him what I should call him, and he asked what I am to him. I made the decision to distinguish brother by pet names and began to moan daddy.
He was deep inside me and hitting all the right spots. He grabbed onto my hips and thrust deeper inside me. I told him he could do whatever he wants to me, and he turned me over. As he was on top of me, I kissed him and asked him, “how long have you wanted this for?”
He responded, “For fucking ever.”
He asked where he could cum, and I said “Cum inside me.”
“You got plan b?” He asked.
He only pounded in me harder. He kept going harder and harder and I kind of wished he wouldn’t stop. Then he pushed himself deep inside of me and let his load fill me up.
He practically fell out of the car with the best head rush he’s ever had, I dare say. I quickly put my clothes in their place and we get back in the car.
“Fuck we were supposed to talk,” He said.
“Yeah, there wasn’t any talking happening here.” I laughed.
“You can’t tell anyone about this.” He said, looking at me with a serious, almost scared, look on his face.
“I’d be dead myself,” I said.
The ride continued in near silence and then he said, “Fuck, I have confessional tomorrow!”
I said, “you’re a catholic?”
“Fuck, I fucked a catholic!!”
“Where the fuck is your house?”
When we pulled up to the house no one knew I had left, I kissed him and said, “if your brother ever finds out about this, let me know so I can have a good laugh.”
And with that, he pulled off.
When he got home he texted me that he felt really guilty, and he didn’t want to talk anymore. And with that, we blocked each other.
I never took any plan b, but what could go wrong?