Chapter 27: Morning glories - Monet

Somewhere my phone is ringing, and I feel around on my nightstand, my hand feeling a bottle instead. Then I remember I'm not at home, that I was drunk yet again and Cole had to take care of us.

My phone mercifully stops ringing, but then another one starts ringing, and I hear Cole's gruff voice say hello. We're in the same bed again, but when I open my eyes, there's no Amy next to me. I gulp nervously. That means we're alone.

I'm with my back to him, and I'm too scared to turn around in case he sees the desire in my eyes.

I'm going to have to stop drinking when he's around. What if I blurt out that I saw him naked? And that I can't unsee it now, that I don't feel disgusted like I'm supposed to.

"No, she's okay, she's with me, she's still sleeping."

He must be talking to Mom, so I turn around and nearly roll off the bed at the sight in front of me.

Cole is spread on his back, bare chested with his tight muscles on full display. He's become much bigger than when he was playing in high school, and he should seriously come with a warning sign to all females. Even sisters.

The part that gets me, though, is the damn boxer briefs. He's not wearing shorts like the last time, and I can make out the large erection that is threatening to break through the elastic at the top.

I'm in bed next to my brother who has a hard on.

"Okay, bye." He opens his eyes to look on the screen, and I wanted to close my eyes too, but he sees that I'm awake. "Oh, good morning. That was Kamila. She's leaving now, she tried calling you and was a bit worried when you weren't picking up."

"Where's Amy?" I ask immediately. With her here, she can at least act as a buffer, something to stop me from ogling him like one of his cleats chasers.

"Probably naked in Luke's bed." He smirks, reaching for the quilt and pulling it over his body. "I'm joking, I explicitly told them no fucking or Coach will bench Luke. I must say, it's very nice only being two people in bed."

"You should really start dropping us off at my dorm. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

His eyes open suddenly, the blue electric. "I'm not uncomfortable. I like having you in bed with me. Turn around, I'll be the big spoon."

I shouldn't do it, this is the time I should get up, put on my boots and get the hell out of there, but somewhere along the line I must have lost some brain cells, because I turn my back on him and I feel him scoot closer on the large bed.

Just the thought of him holding me with that snake in his boxers, is enough for goosebumps to break out over my skin, and I rub my legs together.

Wait...

Where the hell is my panties?

Fuck.

Somewhere in my cloudy, drunk mind I remember taking off my panties in the bedroom before I went to the bathroom. It's something I tend to do when I'm at home.

Alone.

Privately.

I wish the earth would just swallow me whole, but I don't get a chance, because Cole's muscled arm comes around my middle, his big hands splaying open on my stomach, and he fingers the belly ring I got with his card.

I'm never going to survive this, because I can feel myself getting wet, my pussy clenching, wanting something it can't have.

"Does it hurt?" He asks gruffly.

Yes, it's fucking excruciating, my core burning. What would he do if I pushed my ass against his groin? Would he get up and look at me with disdain?

"What?" My voice sounds breathy.

"The piercing."

"No." I answer quickly. Of course he's asking about the damn piercing. "Only a little at the beginning, but now it's fine."

I'm going to need a boyfriend. Someone I like that doesn't play football. Hopefully someone who is over six feet tall. It would be great if he was an athlete, but he shouldn't be dumb, he should still care about his grades. It would be great if he had blue eyes and dark hair.

I'm fighting a losing battle here.

The boy I'm describing in my head is Cole.

I can't have Cole. It's wrong to even think such thoughts. We grew up together like brother and sister. He trusts me.

I'm trapped in his embrace, not knowing how I'm going to get out of this when I realise he's sleeping.

Mom left at six am last week, so she could get home in the afternoon to have enough time to prepare for the following day.

We must have gotten home at around two in the morning, he hasn't slept properly after the game he had yesterday.

I try to relax, to go back to sleep, but this is the perfect time for me to find out what it feels like. He will never know.

I shift slightly in his hold, pushing my ass out until I feel the thick ridge of his cock against the bare skin of my ass.

I try to keep really still, I don't want to wake him up, but it feels so good to have him against me.

I realise I've always masturbated to tall, dark and handsome men. Was my subconscious trying to tell me something?

Guilt ricochets in my chest, betrayal running through my veins. I shouldn't do this to my family, but I must be hungry for some touching, because I don't heed my own internal warning, and I slowly rub my ass in an upwards motion on his hard cock.

Then I keep still again, waiting for him to wake up and jump up to tell me I'm crazy. But he doesn't move, his breathing still even.

I need to release some of this pressure that's building inside my core, the need to cum bigger than my conscious.

If Cole finds out what I'm doing, he'll never talk to me again, he'll never forgive me.

Just yesterday he called my mother an angel who gave him a home in the press conference. He adores her, he would do anything for her. And if she knew I was doing this, thinking of Cole in this way while she thinks of him as a son, she will be mad at me too.

I'm like a thief that is stealing in the night. I'm a harlot opening her legs and destroying a family.

My dress is bunched around my hips, and I slightly lift my top leg and rest it on Cole's ankle, waiting for movement from him, but there's none.

I will forgive myself later for what I'm about to do, but there's no guilt when I slip my hand between my legs and insert the tip of my middle finger inside my very wet pussy.

I've never had sex, but my pussy is dripping, wanting something to fill it up. And I wish it would be Cole.