Seduced by My Bestie's Brother

You belong to me

~Thelma POV~

The moment I feel his hands go around my waist, I feel like pushing him away. This is unbelievable. I thought perhaps after tasting the feeling of having another man near me, I could at least stop being obsessed with Rich, but apparently, this is not the case.

“Wow, I could hold you all my life,” he whispers in my ear. With him beginning to move, I am left with no option but to put my hands around his neck as we begin to dance to the music.

I might not be a good dancer, but I don’t need anyone to tell me that he is a terrible dancer himself. This makes me even more irritated with him. All I want is to have this dance that he wants and then part ways.

I try thinking about a place where I might have seen him, but no place comes to mind. It leaves me wondering how he knows what is between Rich and me.

“You are a better dancer than I thought,” he comments. I don’t answer anything but just roll my eyes at him, making him giggle.

I continue to inspect the whole place, but I don’t see anyone I know well. I don’t know if this is a conspiracy among the ladies, let me just hope it is not.

“Hope you’ve had enough of her,” the familiar voice brings me back to my senses. I have never wanted Rich to rescue me as much as I want him to now. He is like the guardian angel I badly need.

He moves majestically up to where we are standing, his hands on his hips. I find myself removing my hands from the stranger instantly. However, he still has his hands around my waist securely. In fact, he tightens his hold even more.

“Don’t you see that the lady wants you to let her go?” Rich says. I can clearly see that he is just trying to control his anger.

“I think she is old enough to speak for herself,” the stranger answers mockingly.

“Don’t provoke me, man. I just want to make it clear that before you, no one tampers with what is mine.”

No one tampers with what is his? What is his? Oh, does he mean that I am his? Without even realizing, I feel my heart rejoicing. Perhaps he is beginning to want more from me than just trying to get into my panties. My subconscious glares at me but does not say a single word.

“Who are you to tease me?” the stranger says, irritated.

“What I know is that you are just a miserable jerk who is trying to get into your little sister’s best friend’s panties.”

The moment those words leave his mouth, the next thing I know is seeing him lying on the floor with a bleeding nose. I don’t know how fast it happened.

Still registering all that, Richmond grabs my hand, leading me toward the entrance of the house and then out of it.

“You are hurting me!” I cry out, given the way he is holding me. He has his hand so tightly on mine. I move toward the street at a very fast pace, without saying a single word.

“Are you insane, Rich? We just left a bleeding man inside, and you are dragging me across the street without saying a thing!”

We continue moving at a very fast rate. Just when I think he is going to stop by our house, that is not what actually happens. He continues to drag me past it toward the street.

“Rich, are you insane?” I ask him one more time. With that, he suddenly stops in front of me, each of his hands still holding mine tightly.

“I had no idea you were a slut,” he yells at me so loud. What the hell! He never fails to amaze me. Richmond, among all guys, accusing me of being a slut? Surely the gods must be crazy. How did he come up with such a thing, not to mention getting so angry?

In case someone who didn’t know us saw us in this state, he or she would call us a crazy couple in a heated argument.

“Why are you even smiling? I am being serious about everything,” he says, damn serious.

“So I’m not even supposed to laugh? When did you get the responsibility of taking care of my life?” I question him.

“Dammit, Thelma, I am being serious.”

“And I am more than serious,” I fire back. At that moment, the look on his face is incredible. He suddenly releases me, pacing around.

“f**k, you aren’t easy.”

He then comes back to me, this time pulling me into him. He does it so fast that it takes me by surprise.

“Listen carefully,” he says into my ear, his hand caressing my cheek. I instantly give out a moan from the gesture he is doing.

“No one… I mean no one should ever touch you. Listen attentively, it is only me who should touch this body.” His hand travels downward, pulling my dress along with it.

“This,” he says now, in my inner thighs, “this belongs to me.” His hand travels fully to my inner middle, brushing over my panties. The moment he does it, I moan again. I am sensitive even to his smallest touch.

I feel my legs weakening, but he holds me so that I can rest my head on his chest. His hand on my panties begins to rub them again. They instantly become soaked.

We are at the side of a road around 10:00 p.m acting all horny. He suddenly, like he is possessed, begins rubbing more and more of my inner thighs, which makes me widen them even more to give him access.

Right now, I don’t care about anything. All I care about is the feel of his hands on my panties or even more, as he wishes.

“Faster,” I find myself begging him. All he does is chuckle but still complies. He rubs more and more, and soon I feel strange sensations in my stomach, signaling that my o****m is approaching.

“Fas—”

I am not even able to complete the word as my o****m takes over me.

Even after I o****m, he doesn’t stop rubbing my panties. He continues, and my second o****m soon washes over me as well. After that, he slowly lifts my head so that I can look at him.

“Listen attentively, no one is meant to touch you that way apart from—”

“You,” I find myself completing. But that has been the case from the very beginning. I have always wanted him, and up to this point, he is the one I want to break my virginity with.

You can call me a fool and say whatever you want until you experience this state. I am so obsessed with my best friend's brother since time in memorial.

I thank you so much for reading my stories. You can add it to your library, please.