My Brother's Best Friend Ch. 01

He was my brother Patrick's friend. His best friend. I'd known him my whole life. He was always over. They were in the same surfing crew and the same Olympic gymnastics team together all through high school and after practice they'd come back with a dozen of their friends to raid my parent's fridge and play ps4 games on the giant flat screen in our family room.

Both my brother and his best friend got into UC Berkley on scholarships 4 years ago. But they always came home for summer. They both got in on a sports scholarship but they were smart, the two of them, they switched their majors to medicine in the first semester and never looked back. Both of them want to be surgeons. They're in the top of their class.

Pat's been a pretty decent big brother, as far as big brothers go. He's always tried to include me and let me hang with his rowdy group of friends who mostly ignored me, "Pat's geeky goth sister". Even though each one of them had called me at some point to fix their computer or build them one. That's as far as my usefulness went. But it was always Shawn who was nice to me. He always talked to me. Like, actually talked to me. As a person. Not just my big brother's weird kid sister.

Shawn didn't have any siblings, and his parents were divorced. He lived with his dad who was a banker and worked long hours. Mom thought that's why he was over here all the time. Not that my parents minded. Mom loved having all the boys over. She wanted more children but was unable to after me. Dad always playfully said I broke the mould and that was that.

Shawn was impossibly tall. 6'5" and worth the climb. His dad was 6'7" and his mom was 6'3" so I suppose it was inevitable he was going to be tall. He had these dark green eyes that looked almost out of place with his Scandinavian white blonde hair that flowed in waves past his wide shoulders to the middle of his back. My brother and their friends constantly rip on him about his long hair but he didn't care. He liked his hair long, he said, and only wore it in a ponytail when he was playing sports. It was thick and lush and he let me put it into braids like on the show Vikings when I was 15, for Halloween. I think it was on that day that I fell in love with him. Or maybe I'd always loved him and finally realized it. Maybe I was just old enough. All I know is I think about him all the time. He makes my stomach flutter and he fuels all my fantasies. Every one of them involves him.

It was hot out, even now as the sun was beginning to set. And it was only a week into summer. The end of June wasn't exciting because it was my birthday, ok, maybe a little. Mostly it was thrilling because Patrick came home for the summer. And so did his best friend, Shawn Lindesson.

My dad inherited our beach house from my aunt when I was little. He packed his family up and moved us out of L.A. No more city life for the Jaxton's. The sprawling split level rancher was located on the coast of California in San Luis Obispo County in the small, sleepy town of Cayucos. We were lucky enough to be just down the road from Estero Bay, a local surfing spot that professionals raved about more than once. When we moved here, my brother fell in with a group of surfing kids and that's when Shawn started to come over. I was 2. My brother and Shawn were almost 7.

Outdoors, and in the ocean all the time, my brother and his friends were incredibly tan. Every one of them was in their prime, chiselled from granite, and beautiful to look at. But it was Shawn I loved to sneak glances all through my youth. I'd never seen someone so proportionate. So toned. So PERFECT! Shawn's been fantasy fodder for me for the better part of a decade. I'd trade a limb just to have him kiss me!

"So, birthday girl, what are the big plans this weekend?!" Patrick's booming voice breaks me out of my temporary fantasy of making out with his best friend. He and Shawn got back two days ago and were wasting no time settling back into a routine with their friends. A routine consisting of sun, surf and sand.

"Same thing I do every night?" I mutter, sipping my cherry coke.

"Try to take over the world?" Shawn comes up behind me and bear hugs me, lifting me up off the ground like I weigh nothing. Damn, he's strong!

I can't help it, I laugh as he spins me around. Finally he places me back down and turning towards him I playfully try and push him over. I'd have better luck with a mountain!

"Shawn, you can't just go picking girls up!" I feign upset.

His left side of his mouth twitches up into a small, knowing smirk.

"You're not a girl, you're his best friends sister." Dale says flatly as he saunters into the kitchen, barely acknowledging me. He opens the fridge to grab a soda.

I open my mouth to counter him but I don't even know what to say to that!

"Don't be a jerk man, it's her birthday!" Shawn says, punching Dale in the arm HARD.

Dale winces then shrugs, rubbing his shoulder and returns to the living room, soda in hand. A loud roar goes up from the room. They're playing Soul Calibre and someone must have just landed a big hit.

"Shit! BRB Cat." Patrick dashes out of the kitchen to see the replay.

I lean up against the island and try not to stare at Shawn's beautiful broad shoulders and muscular back as he rifles through his backpack on the bench, finds a white t shirt, and then pulls it on. Much to my chagrin.

The guys had just rolled in not 5 minutes from a "sick surf sesh" and Shawn's body was bronzed to the gods, all his muscles standing proud as they had been worked by the ocean and his board for hours. His hair was soaked and needed a good going over. I longed to slide my fingers through those white blonde strands again.

Turning around, his dark emerald eyes find me and bore a tunnel into me. I can't help it, I blush deeply and stare at the floor.

"So did you make plans this weekend? You gonna go out? Get loaded?" his teasing tone puts me somewhat at ease as I look back up and try not to be an awkward dork.

"Shawn..." I laugh.

"I know Kitten," he says, coming over to the island. He reaches over and chucks me under the chin gently. "I'm just messing with ya."

My name is actually Feline. Fah Leen. But because it's spelled the same way as a certain animal species, namely the cat, my brother and his friends used to tease me relentlessly. I got called Cat so much in elementary school that my whole school thought my name was Catherine. Shawn, ever the contrarian, called me Kitten instead. To this very day. Sometimes I wonder if he knows my real name.

"Mom, Dad, Pat and I are going out to dinner tomorrow." I say, suddenly excited.

"ShinJo's?" Shawn's interest is piqued.

"Yea. It's my favourite." I rub my tummy, imagining all the sashimi, sunomuno and dragon rolls I'm going to devour.

"Damn me too! I've loved it since you guys brought me there!" Shawn's eyes are gleaming. I can tell, he wants to be invited.

"For your graduation present! You and Patrick and all the guys." I nod, remembering. It was only 4 years ago. I was 14.

"Yea, before we went off to uni." Shawn turns and grips the quartz island counter, hefting himself up to sit on it. His muscles flex deliciously as he does this and I can't help but imagine those arms around me.

"How is that? By the way?" I ask, genuinely interested.

"Grueling." he smiles, turning to look down at me. I don't know if I've ever seen eyes that green before. "Med school, you know."

"No. I really don't." I say and we both share a laugh.

"This summer better be good because I'm going into fifth year and it might be the most difficult one this far." his eyes are far away for a moment before smiling, jumping down from the counter and facing me again.

"Enough about that shit. Your birthday....just dinner? Friends? Party? A date?" he raises one blonde brow on his beautiful face at that last question. His eyes almost seemed to shadow.

"Only if I play WOW online with the gang tomorrow night." I shrug. "I don't date Shawn. You know this."

"It's been 9 months since I've seen you Feline." He says my name deeply, instantly making my stomach flutter. "I was thinking things may have changed in that department." he frowns slightly.

I stand there, mouth slightly open in surprise. HE SAID MY NAME! HE SAID IT!

And then he reaches out, somewhat slowly, and cups my cheek, very gently running a thumb across my bottom lip. I gasp as his other arm pulls me in against him.

"No date Kitten? No boyfriend?" he whispers, eyes filled with a smouldering I have never seen before but instinctively knew what it was. Passion. Lust. Something else too. I couldn't place it.

I shake my head no, in some kind of state of shock. That thumb strokes my cheek now and he chews his lower lip, as if contemplating what to do with me. And then he lifts me into his arms, my feet no longer on the floor and his lips touch mine.

'FUCK!' I think to myself as I feel his flesh against me. 'FUCK FUCK FUCK! GODDAMN!'

And then we hear a voice from around the corner, and I'm standing on the ground so fast, Shawn has backed up about 3 feet in the space of 2 seconds.

My brother, Dale and several of their other friends come strolling back into the kitchen, giving each other knuckles and ripping on Dale.

"You lost Dale. Time to pay up!" Chad, from next door, shouts. The group laughs as Dale mutters he's going to kill them all in their sleep.

I take this distraction as a way to scurry out of kitchen, sprinting my way up the stairs to my bedroom. Terrified Pat will know! Know that his best friend just kissed his sister!

Throwing open my door and shutting it quick behind me I lean against it, and try to remember how to breathe.

'HE KISSED ME! HE ASKED ME IF I HAD A BOYFRIEND AND THEN HE KISSED ME!" I touch my lips and close my eyes, remembering what the heat of his body pressed against mine felt like. Electric. HOT. And so right it ached.

My tongue darts out to moisten my lips and it's then I taste his sea salty skin where it lingered on mine.

I'm completely lost in my own world of what just happened. I have no idea how much time has gone by when I hear a small rap on my door.

"It's Shawn." his deep voice is on the other side.

'FUCK!' I scream internally, glued to the spot.

'Listen, I'm real sorry ab...' I open the door to a norse god. Long, white blonde hair, still damp from the ocean is slung over one shoulder, hanging almost to his belt loops that his large hands are hooked in as he stares directly into my eyes, boyishly. Mischievously. Bronze skin gleaming in the light from the sunset now coming from my gigantic bedroom window.

"Don't be." I tell him.

Immediately his eyebrows furrow together, and a questioning takes over his face.

"I loved it." I whisper, casting my eyes down. "I just didn't want Patrick to see. I panicked."

"Feline." he says my name again! And I feel like I could die right there and then. "I'm going to kiss you again. Tell me no if you don't want it."

I barely have time to meet his eyes before he's wrapping those gymnasts arms around me and pulling me into him. Slowly, he steps us into my room and leans against the door, shutting it.

Not knowing what the hell I am doing and just trusting my body to lead the way I slide my hands up the amazing expanse of his solid chest and around his neck. Shawn is over a foot taller than I am. I imagine it's easier for him as he picks me up, and his lips claim mine.

O DAMN this feeling. He's so warm and his lips are so soft. He pulls away slightly but just to get my eyes to open and look into his again before he takes me into another kiss. And another. Soft, gentle, closed mouth, sweet kisses. Each one becoming just a little bit more urgent. His lips and mine part more with each kiss. And then finally he splays a huge hand across my back and the other into my riot of black, spiral curls skewered with chopsticks into a messy bun on top of my head. He tilts my face and gently slants his lips across mine, slightly opening them. I feel his moist, sweet breath across me and then, then I feel his tongue!

I'm so excited and so shocked I forget that I need to part my lips and I feel his low chuckle when I finally do. Immediately the tip of his tongue enters my mouth. And I sigh so deeply, I hear a low growl of appreciation rumble in his chest. I tentatively meet his with mine and he shows me what it's like to be kissed, deeply, for the first time.

I've never felt anything like this before! And never in my wildest, late night Shawn fantasies did I ever think it would be THIS good!

Both of us are moaning. I'm holding him tightly to me, getting to roam my hands across his torso as he holds me against him, claiming, completely, my mouth. My tongue. My lips. All for himself. And I wouldn't want it any other way!

His tongue glides against mine like I imagine an expert, well versed in kissing would do. Nothing about our kiss is hard. Everything is soft, gentle, silken, yet hungry.

Just then he pulls my bottom up with one hand and brings my legs around his hips. I gasp into his mouth. His strength astounds me! And then I can feel the thing I had imagined in just this exact position, so many times. His hardness, pressed between us, up against the crotch of my yoga pants. I swear I can feel every vein.

He's huge. O god he's really huge! And solid and made of steel. And he's throbbing against me.

Shawn let's out a deep moan that ends in a gravelly growl that almost startles me. I pull back, panting and staring into his eyes.

"Sorry." his sideways smile then. "You have quite an effect on me."

"I can feel it." I whisper. Beyond excited and wanting his tongue in my mouth in the worst way.

As if reading my mind his mouth descends on mine again, this time deeper. And hungrier. Much hungrier!

Shawn tastes like salt water, and the peppermint candy he had taken from mom's candy jar she kept out on the counter, earlier. And something else. Something primal. Something all him.

I finally run my hands through that thick mass of pale blonde, salt and sun bleached hair. I hope he never cuts it! It's glorious.

I get to cup his square jaw, running my index fingers down the shell of his ears where I feel him shiver under my touch. I slide my arms under his armpits, around his back and grip the tops of his shoulders slamming my hips up tight against him, flattening my breasts against his hard chest. Immediately my nipples begin to chafe against him and I know he feels them peak.

He lets out a deep groan and grinds his hips and hardness against me. If we didn't have clothes on right now, he could easily slide into me, from the position we are both in.

Carefully, he releases me from the kiss and we are both gasping. Holding each other and regarding one another in the waning light from the sunset glinting off the waves at the beach.

"Shawn," I start as he gently lets my feet touch the floor again.

"Yea Kitten." he says deeply. Smiling down at me, he reaches over and strokes my cheek again.

"God I've been wanting you to do that to me forever!" I say excitedly.

His deep laugh is infectious.

"You have no idea how long I've thought about doing that." and he pulls me into him, almost possessively. And I love it. His hand is in my hair again and he pulls the two chopsticks I had used to keep the insane mass of jet black spirals up in a messy bun.

All at once the weight on top of my head is gone and my hair comes tumbling down over my shoulders down my back and past my hips to my bum.

"You look like a greek goddess with all these black curls down to your damn knees." he whispers.

"It's not that long." I giggle. Wishing he'd kiss me again.

"Pretty near!" he laughs and buries his hands in my hair. "Come here." he coaxes and lowers his lips to mine again. I hear the telltale click of my door being locked.

This time he steers me, between kisses, to my bed. And I am all too willing to be steered. He scoops me up like I'm a child and kneels on the bed, laying me down on it. He hovers above me a moment, looking at me, looking at him.

And then his hands are on my shoulders and he's kissing my neck, my earlobes, my jaw up to my lips. He plunders my mouth with his tongue and then continues the assault of gentle kisses on all my exposed skin above my v neck band t shirt.

"Fuck."I whisper when he gently licks my throat.

"Like that?" he chuckles against my ear.

"Hell. Yes." I sigh. "Hell yes."

"More?" he asks, raising himself on his hands to look down at me.

"More?" I question.

"Yea...like this." he bites me then, right where my throat meets my collarbone. Not unkindly. And my sharp intake of breath sends him into a deep chuckle again. Where he bit me, he lathes with his tongue. And then he nips his way in a series of sharp, sweet, little love bites from the base of my ear down to the hollow of my throat. He pulls the t shirt to the side, baring my shoulder and then he bites me there too. This time more insistent.

"Damn. That is..." I trail off, all my emotions and feelings erratic and racing.

"Tasty." he moans.

I laugh. I can't help it. Me? I'm tasty?

"Yea. You." he says. "Delicious."

I stare at him hard. "You reading my thoughts Shawn?"

"Yes," he smiles, mischievously, before leaning in and nipping my jaw only slightly.

"Get outta here." I push at him playfully.

"You really want me to go?" his look was hurt and stung my heart.

"NO!" I grasp him to me. He smirks. He's such a shit!

"SHAWN!" I laugh, burying my head in his chest in embarrassment.

"Feline." he says my name like silk. And I pull back to look at him. "Kiss me Feline." he says huskily.

I do. I'm not anywhere near as good as he is. After all, I'd never been kissed before tonight. But I enter his mouth with my tongue tentatively. I try to remember what I had learned so far: soft tongue, pliable lips. Nothing hard or unyielding. Well, except that persistent member of his, now pressed into my stomach and throbbing.

He slips a thigh between mine and when I nod he slips the other in and I wrap my legs around his.

He settles onto his elbows and pulls himself down so our eyes are almost level. His hardness is pressed against my thigh and I slightly rub against it, feeling brave.

"FUCK!" now it was his turn to grit the word out between slightly clenched teeth.

I blush and slide my hand down between us headed towards that weapon in his jeans.

Almost immediately he catches my hand in one of his.

"You don't have to." his eyes tell me the opposite, they are filled with need.

"Shawn. Will you be my first?" I just blurt it out like that. What the hell is wrong with me?

His expression shifts from pure sexual energy to shock, then amazement.

"Kitten...are you telling me what I think you are telling me?" he asks me, as I blush and turn away.

"You're a virgin?" he takes my cheek softly and turns me towards him, gazing into my eyes.

"Yea." I whisper.

The sound he makes is almost animalistic. And it thrills me to my core! He pulls me in and kisses me again, deeply. The taste of him is incredible! Finally he releases me. Eyes dark and intense.

"So am I." he nods.

"FUCK. OFF!" I almost shout, suddenly a bit pissed he'd play with me at this moment.

"Feline listen to me." his voice is serious. I slide my eyes back over to his. "I'm a virgin. In fact, I've never kissed anyone else before you, tonight."

My eyes get huge. I have no idea what to say! All the girls I'd see with him all the time! All the whispers about what a proficient lover he was!

"But, but, all your girlfriends!" I question, thoughts whirling.

"Cover." he smirks. "Your brother and our friends would think there was something wrong with me if I didn't at least make a pretense."

"You're telling me the truth aren't you?" I ask, still unable to fully process that this man, my very own Odin, was telling me he'd never had sex nor kissed a girl before.