Brothers - Part 2

I had crawled back into bed with Shaun that night, my mind racing and my body raging with conflicting feelings. I replayed the scene over and over in my head, trying to come to term with the fact that my boyfriend’s brother may or may not have just assaulted me in the bathroom. Was assaulted the right word? If it had been Shaun then it would have just been as hot as fuck! Having my boyfriend grab me like that was one of my hottest fantasies. And that tongue slowly licking its way up my neck! My visceral response was undeniably directly related to the manhandling I craved. But then I thought about who it might have been. Damien. Shaun’s brother. His flesh and blood. I remember that I didn’t get much sleep that night at all. I hadn’t seen Damien for a few weeks after that incident, he’d suddenly decided to go away and chase some itinerant work over on the mainland. When he’d returned he was even more distant and rude to me and I’d just relegated the whole incident to the back of my mind.

Shaun and I were pretty happy. I adored his mum. His dad had cleared off when the boys were young and she did an amazing job bringing them up as a single mum. Both of the boys supported their mum financially and to be honest it wouldn’t surprise me if they never left home as they had it so good there! I loved staying there, well apart from the awkwardness that inevitably occurred when Damien was around. The brothers sparked each other off all the time which didn’t help. I know they loved each other deeply and would defend each other to the ends of the earth, but their brotherly banter and physicality sometimes just got too much. They seemed to always be trying to exert dominance over each other with a never ending routine of headlocks, arm wrestling, pranks and verbal slanging matches.

Shaun was the taller of the two and had the most amazing athletic physique. He took a lot of care of his body and health and it showed. He’d occasionally have a little jab at me about my own weight or lack of interest in exercise, but I tried not to let that get to me. He always dressed pretty damned sharp and liked me to dress up too. He had an absolutely charming personality and was very popular with my own family. Damien on the other hand, well, he was almost the complete opposite. He wasn’t as tall as Damien but he was much stockier in build. His arms and shoulders were incredible. I mean it’s not as if I was deliberately looking or anything, it was just difficult not to notice them when he wore his wife beater tops while he was doing jobs outside in the yard or working on his bike. He probably drank more than he should and he seemed to rock a 3 day growth on his face day in day out. I’d never seen him dressed in anything fancier than a set of leathers or his dirty blue jeans and a tshirt. I knew that his mum washed all of his clothes and even ironed them, god knows what he did to them. His arms and back were heavily tattooed and he made fun of Shaun going to the gym all the time. You could never call Damien’s personality charming. Disarming and unpredictable, yes.

So yes, I was nervous about going to the party that night as the brothers had just had a really big falling out in the last week or so. Who knows what it was really about, but Shaun had been staying at my place for a week and had told me I couldn’t go to the house while Damien was there. Apparently his brother was going through some sort of a meltdown. I assumed he might have been having women problems. I’d never actually seen him with a woman but I knew that he had plenty chasing after him. That was another constant source of irritation between the brothers. Shaun would always have girls asking him to put a good word in with his brother and he hated it. I knew it drove Shaun crazy when they went out as a family or just the two boys and girls would be all over Damien. He told me that his brother treated these women like shit and mocked them. That didn’t set well with Shaun, he was very ‘PC’.

When we had found out Damien was going as well I asked Shaun if he wanted to give it a miss. But he assured me it was ok. I guess being brothers they’d been having these ups and downs for years and although I couldn’t understand it, I trusted Shaun when he said it would be ok. I wanted tonight to be special so I’d paid extra attention to my hair and makeup and hadn’t even made it out of the house before he demonstrated his appreciation of my efforts. It had been nice. Not amazing, he’d been a bit cautious about messing up his outfit and my hair, but it had been pretty sexy all the same. He really got off on watching us fuck in the mirror. Sometimes I wondered if he liked checking himself out just as much as he liked watching me. I wasn’t really into the whole exhibitionist thing, preferring my sex to be raw and visceral. But if it made him happy to see my lips around his cock in the mirror then it was a small thing to do.

As we made our way towards the apartment you could hear the music thumping and shrieks of laughter. I could smell the yeasty odour of a freshly tapped keg of beer and I smiled to myself as I saw Shaun turn his nose up a little. He was a bit of a beer connoisseur. He appreciated craft beers, beers with strange and weird names and bizarre ingredients. I assumed that the beer in the keg was pretty standard local beer and could guarantee none of it would pass my boyfriend’s lips that night. He wasn’t drinking tonight anyway, he was on some sort of detox which was driving me crazy. I’d ordered pizza for dinner that night and the look he gave me! You would have thought I’d ordered poison. It was so hot and lush and cheesy and yeah, a couple of drops of grease might have dribbled down my chin but that’s how you eat pizza! I only got to eat one slice as he told me I wouldn’t be able to do up my dress if I ate more. I was starving now and hoped there was going to be some snacks around. I’d have to sneak them while Shaun was looking away.

My friend Vanja opened the door and squealed when she saw me! She launched herself at me and as we hugged our boobs squished together making us giggle. ‘Shaun’ she said curtly. Shaun nodded his head at her and pushed past into the living area. Vanja rolled her eyes at me and mouthed ‘dick’! ‘Now now Vanja’ I admonished, ‘he’s an amazing guy’. ‘Yeah yeah’ she grumbled, ‘amazing to look at but a total dick in every other way’. I laughed and punched her playfully on the arm. ‘Stop it you, I’m worried enough about tonight without you hanging shit on my boyfriend’! ‘Oh yes’ she nodded knowingly, ‘the brother’. ‘Yep, the brother’ I grimaced. ‘He’s here already by the way’ Vanja told me. ‘He’s taken charge of the keg, no-one else knew how to tap it and he just jumped right in’. My eyebrows raised ‘oh, he’s playing nice then. Good.’ ‘Oh I wouldn’t say that’ Vanja warned me. ‘He’s scared off most of the girls and seems to be winding up some of the guys too’. Great. Fabulous. Just what I needed. I kissed Vanja on the cheek and handed her the bottle of wine I’d bought for her earlier. ‘I’d better go and find Shaun then and make sure they’re behaving’.

I shuffled my way through the crowded room, saying hi to lots of familiar faces and enjoying a flirty exchange with a couple of people on the way. I came alive at parties and wish we went to more. Shaun always seemed to have to go to bed early or found the music too loud. But he had seemed very determined to come tonight. I felt so naughty knowing I wasn’t wearing any underwear, apart from my garter belt and stockings. I’m glad I’d worn my hair out though. Shaun liked it when I wore it up in a bun but my long auburn curls felt so sexy swaying against my bare back. I smiled as I saw one of the guys I worked with and went up to him and leant up on my heels to give him a smooch hello. Just as I did I felt someone roughly tug my garter belt and snap it hard back against my leg. ‘Hey’ I shouted, turning around. Vanja was there grinning mischievously at me. ‘You hussy’ she laughed. ‘When you stretched up guess what flashed at me’! ‘I couldn’t resist’. And that’s what I loved about Vanja! Cheeky bitch. I tugged my dress down again and blew a flirty kiss in the air to them as I continued across the room.

One of the downsides to being short is not being able to see where you’re going in a crowd. I’d been here so many times before so I had a pretty good idea where Vanja would have set up the keg. I just kept pushing past people, saying hi to friends and avoiding being splashed by drinks. The music changed and the throbbing sounds of Bad to the Bone filled the air. I loved it! I started gyrating my hips to the beat as I moved, happily singing along to the husky voice of George Thorogood. I was just mid grind when the crowd parted slightly in front of me and I saw this hot, hot guy standing there, his massive back muscles bulging under a gorgeous crisp white shirt. I bit my lip as my eyes wandered lower and widened as I saw the most sexy arse in gorgeous Levi 501s. ‘Yum’ I thought to myself. My cheeks flushed as I took in even more of his commanding physique. He’d obviously just had a haircut as above his shirt collar there was a paler line of skin where the crew cut fade started. As I was watching he lifted his arm up in the air and I felt my pussy muscles squeeze as I saw his biceps. He was reaching up to adjust the switch on a gas heater and I took that opportunity to drink in his elongated body, right down to his sexy boots peeking out underneath his jeans. I bit my lip as he reached his other arm up to steady the heater and his shirt became a little untucked from his jeans. Ohhhhh. ‘Fuck!’. Did I just moan out loud? I felt my décolletage starting to flush and glanced down to see what looked almost like a red rash had broken out on my chest. I raked it with my nails and gasped as the pressure left a trail of white scratch marks running over my rapidly warming chest. Phew! Talk about a visceral response to this gorgeous hunk of a man. I was just biting my lip even harder, when suddenly he dived to the side and grabbed a guy in a headlock. My guy. Shaun. Fuck! I locked eyes with Shaun and saw him watching me with a confused look on his face. I’d been sprung perving, my body’s response obvious to all who looked.

As the guy holding him in a headlock ruffled his hair in a weirdly affectionate manner, I jumped as I saw what I’d totally missed before. The crisp white shirt was rolled up a little, exposing tanned, muscly forearms. And there, unmistakably, on that sexy forearm, was an intricate tattoo. A tattoo I’d seen before. My heart thumped. Damien.

To be continued.