Seduced by My Bestie's Brother

I won't touch you unless you beg me

~Thelma POV~

I look on, not knowing what I should do. I pace around, still contemplating whether to head to the door or not. But the fact remains that I have to open it since it is late and Mom is at the door.

Not opening it would result into her becoming suspicious which is something am not ready for.

“Calm down, just go and open. We shall get away through all the rest,” Rich encourages me. This jerk!

How stupid he is! How is he going to do that with that very visible hard-on in his trousers? I’m sure it will be the first thing my mom notices, and then I do not know what the rest will be.

The truth is, It is not that Mom is against me having a relationship with her son’s best friend. The problem is that I am just that very shy girl who has no idea how I would even present my first boyfriend to my mother. Yes, I’m still wondering if it’s true that, at twenty, I don’t have a boyfriend.

“Don’t mind my hard-on, it’s all under control,” he says like it’s the best thing to say. With the knocking intensifying, I have no choice but to rush to the door, composing myself before finally opening it.

“What took you so long to open? I almost froze at the door,” Mom comments irritably as she passes by me.

“I was—”

“Oh, Rich! I didn’t expect to see you here,” Mom says excitedly the moment she sees him. How I wish she knew that the jerk was about to… well, I cannot imagine what her reaction would have been.

“I missed you, Mrs. Mackenzie,” Rich replies, but his eyes remain fixed on me.

“We moved away from the party with Thelma so that we could come and catch up on the last three years,” he adds.

This guy is really smart. He has positioned himself to speak first so that Mom won’t fire him with numerous questions. Anyway, it works for both of us. That way I will not have to answer so many questions.

“In fact, I looked for Thelma all over the party with little success. I perfectly knew where to find her.”

“I don’t really know what the hell is wrong with my mom. Everything else is wrong with her.”

“What does that mean?” Rich asks, seeming interested in the direction of this topic.

“You already know how she is. She has never changed. She is always indoors when her friends are partying outside. She, in fact, has no boyfriend… it’s like she had a crush she has not managed to overcome until today. This—”

“Come on, Mom, that is enough! Plus, I have told you numerous times that I don’t need partying or a boyfriend to live a happy life. I am perfectly okay.”

“Okay, I know that, but you also know I am your mother, and parents are always looking out for what is best for their children,” Mom says.

“Okay, you can get me a cup of coffee. I badly need to sleep after such a hectic day.” She politely asked trying to settle down on the couch without falling.

I move halfway to the kitchen, but then something flashes in my mind, making me turn back instantly.

“Then, Rich… should I get you one as well?” How I wish he would say he’s leaving. Very soon Mom will detect the tension that is palpable within the room.

That would be the start of the mockery of the century. As I said, I was not ready for it

“Come on, my daughter. I have always told you it is not good manners to ask a visitor such a question. It should always be polite of you”Mom lectured in her usually motherly tone.

I just rolled my eyes and the good thing she could not notice it.

“But I am not a visitor,” Rich says.Without looking at him, I know he already has a wide smirk on his lips. What a jerk he is ?

“That’s what you think, but the truth is that you are a visitor. You have been away for three years, don’t forget that. That is what makes you a visitor.” I had mom say. That is my mom for you.

Not left with many options, I head to the kitchen and make three cups of coffee, which I put on a tray and bring to the living room, where the two are so engrossed in conversation. Seriously, this man was not close to going away.

“Of course, I have had a few girlfriends, Mrs. Mackenzie,” is the first reply I hear as I get nearer to them.

“That’s good, but you need to settle down in a relationship. Perhaps you should also think about marriage. You are now aged, successful, and very handsome.” Of course mom, he is.

“I know.” This guy is such an arrogant fellow and one that is proud of who he is.

“I don’t want you to end up like my daughter.” Mom… will she just let me be tonight? She was definitely going to use me as an experiment tonight.

“Mom, why are you only using me?” I ask angrily as I finally reach where they are.

“You are the one who is acting differently. You don’t have a boyfriend, yet you are in college.” she answers without hesitation.

This is the first time Mom has acted this way towards me, especially with a third party present. I do not know exactly what her problem is. Maybe it is the effect of the alcohol I am sure she has been drinking at the party.

“Okay, Mom. I think you urgently need your rest, plus Rich has to get back to his house. That’s the only solution I see.” I say hoping she falls for it.

“Oh, no. Don’t begin. Your friend just came, and now you want him away? Okay, if the problem is me, then trust me, I am going to be—” she says, standing up but a bit staggering. She however manages to stand upright.

That is when I know that she indeed has been drunk all this time.

“Okay, Mom. Let me see you to your bedroom.”

I take hold of her hand and lead her toward the stairs to her bedroom.

I make sure we move well or else,we risk landing on the floor.

I feel a pair of eyes burn into me as I help mom to bed.

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Getting back down the stairs toward the living room, my heart begins to thunder once again at the anticipation that he is still there.

The moment he hears me approaching, he turns, looking in my direction with that smug face. I try as much as I can to compose myself before reaching him.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask first thing when I get to where he is standing.

“Come on, your mom said we would catch up. We haven’t done anything yet, and you want me to go away? No, I am not doing that.”

“What? So you want to sleep in my house?”

“Oh, that would be a very great idea,” he says as he gets closer. Stupid me, I don’t even make the least movement away from him. It’s like I am glued to the spot, unable to move.

He gets closer to me and then puts his hand on my hip, pulling me into him.

“We have unfinished business that we need to complete,” he says, beginning to caress my hip. His other hand moves to my lips, touching them seductively.

“I remember I was kissing these lips. I want to have them kissed so well.” His hands on my lips make me moan loudly. I can’t handle having his hands all over my body for even a second. The power he has over me is overwhelming.

“Thelma, why don’t you just give in to the fact that we both want each other, so we can have a great moment?” he begins, speaking persuasively.

His hand travels from my hip as he begins to raise my dress. I then feel him on the hem of my panties. I know this whole process is wrong, yet I am not doing anything to stop it.

I feel him begin to rub on my panties. No, I shouldn’t give up, I say weakly, holding his hand, but the truth is, I am not putting any real effort into moving it away from my body.

In response, he presses his lips onto mine, beginning to kiss me hungrily as his hand continues rubbing on my already soaked panties.

His rubbing gets too intense, to the point that my legs grow weak. However, he is right there to hold me so I don’t fall to the floor.

“I think we need to get you down,” he says as he leads me down the couch. I surrender completely. This time, he doesn’t go for my lips but instead kneels between my legs.

“I think we should get rid of these panties,” he says, widening my legs and removing my panties. I am now fully exposed to him. The thought makes me even wetter.

“This is the best sight of my life.” His comment makes me hotter.

“Ehmmm,” a loud moan escapes my mouth.

“I can only think of one thing: to taste you.” When he says that, he doesn’t give me a chance to absorb it. He immediately goes to my inner thighs and begins working immediately.

The same feeling from three years ago is finally back. His tongue knows it all. He is so skillful when it comes to licking p***y.

I forget everything else. Right now, my entire focus is on the tongue doing wonders to me.

I soon feel my o****m building. It is more powerful than I imagined.

I cry out as I reach my c****x, but he instantly puts a hand over my mouth to suppress the moan.

“I don’t think you would like it if your mom hears you moaning, yet she knows you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Soon, I am over the high. Rich pulls away from my thighs and stands up. He looks at me directly with that smirk.

“You taste even sweeter than you did three years ago.” I am sure I am blushing at his choice of words.

“But why don’t you let me f**k you?” That question catches me off guard. What does he mean?

“Thelma, I don’t want to touch you again this time unless you beg me to.” This time, his expression is deadly serious. It’s the first time I’ve seen him look this serious. Anyway, there’s always a first time for everything.

He cups my face in his gigantic hands and presses his lips onto mine, kissing me gently. It’s a kiss unlike any other he has given me—hard to define, unique in its intensity.

I wonder what drove him to kiss me this way, but thinking about it doesn’t help at all.

Everywhere remains the same: my thoughts are chaotic, yet strangely empty at the same time.

This is something very rare of him.

“Goodnight,” he whispers and immediately heads to the door without saying another word. I am left dumbfounded. What the hell is wrong with him?

Maybe it is actually me overthinking everything, yet we are total opposites in so many ways.

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