EroticReverie

Fitz Saint

When Laney walked out in that little top, jesus christ. 

Brock's younger sister had always been pretty. Pretty. Not hot. Pretty. 

I hadn't seen her in person at all really in the last year, and she'd defintely done some growing up. Specifically in her bra size. I was more of an ass man myself, and she had that going for her too in those little shorts, the slightest bit of her ass hanging out. She was rock cock bait, with those fish nets and tiny black shorts, and now a loose black tank with our band name on it, hanging over that rack of hers. 

I could tell Devin and Brett were eyeing her in a new way as well, but they knew, we all knew that Laney had a thing for me. 

It was adorable, and I'd never told her that her brother told me. Laney hung out a lot around us when practiced, which most brothers would find annoying, but Brock and Laney got along well for the most part. Brock even did a bit of big brother fathering too, making sure she hung out with decent people, made sure she knew how to throw a punch, knew the importance of her safety around guys , especially at parties. He was a great brother to Laney. And we all looked at her like our own sister too. We looked out for her, and it was an unspoken rule that Laney was off limits. But we were all a few years older anyways, and like I said, saw her as a sister. We just didn't see her as more than that. She was never on our dating or fucking radar. 

Until today. 

There were plenty of girls around constantly, and all of us in the band were single, so we'd had our fair share of groupie blow jobs, hand jobs, and sex. Honestly, the girls I was talking to when Laney first showed up were prospects I was minutes away from taking onto the tour bus, but shit changed as soon as I saw her. 

She looked older now, but obviously, still young. Or maybe it was just the fact I knew she was nineteen now. Knew that legally, she was an option. 

I watch as she sips from the plastic cup of beer I got her. 

"You guys wanna see the tour bus?" Brett, our singer and bass player asks Laney's friends. 

"Yeah!" they both say, eyes wide with excitement. 

They follow Brett along with Devin and Brock. Devin looks back and gives me a questioning brow lift. 

I give a slight shake of my head, and he smirks, and shakes his head with a warning to stay away from Laney, letting me know with that simple head shake that Brock isn't going to like it. 

"You wanna go see the tour bus?" I ask her and she turns to face me and cocks my brow. 

"Not really." she says. "I'm guessing it smells like cigarettes, booze , and sweaty boys." she says and I laugh and look at her. 

"We use air freshners." I say and she laugh and rolls her eyes. 

"Plus I don't want to see where my brother probably screws his groupies, or...the rest of you." she says and I just smile and lift my own beer to my mouth and say nothing. 

Laney wasn't an idiot, so denying I was being a little tour whore would've been pointless and insulting to her. 

The next band on the stage starts to talk, hyping up the crowd and breaks into the start of their set. 

"Wanna go watch?" I ask nodding my head towards the stage. 

"Sure" she says and takes another sip of beer and I reach down, grabbing her hand. I hold back my smirk as her eyes dart down to my hand holding hers as I pull her beside me through the small crowd of people hanging out by the steps to the stage. I nod to the guard at the bottom and he steps aside for me to pull Laney up the steps and to the side of the stage. 

One of the guys girlfriends is there, earplugs in, but singing along, and a few guys with the crew are standing there as well, and a couple other girls, in barely there bikini tops with short shorts. I appreciate the view for sure, and I give them each a little wink as they give me the "we want to fuck a rockstar" eyes. I know they're here for the guys on stage, not me, but girls like them are simply star fuckers. They'll fuck anyone with a household name. 

I pull Laney to my side though and draping my arm around her shoulder, and lean down to talk to her over the loud music. 

She nods as I tell her about the band on stage, how we played with them in Cali a few months ago. I point out the drummers girlfriend beside us.

As the next song ends, I notice were both low on our beers, I ask if she wants another, then tell her to stay put and I'll go grab us more. 

It doesnt take long, there's plenty of people manning the vip bar area, and I snag us two more and make my way back to the stage. 

I see Laney with a guy standing beside her, talking to her, his mouth near her ear and I feel a possessive wave ride through and stalk over, rudely sliding myself between the guy and Laney, not giving a fuck. 

Laney looks at me and her eye brows lift, and I can tell she wants to laugh. 

I look over my shoulder, and jut my chin upward, motioning for the old roadie to take a hike. 

"What'd I tell you about talking to strangers?" I yell over the music as I hand over her beer. 

she laughs and takes another sip of her beer as her eyes go back to the stage. 

I eye her from the side, watching as she nods her head to the music and her body starts to move, jumping slightly. 

I can't help it, my eyes go right to that loose tank top that's hanging off her breasts. The front of my jeans tighten just the slightest bit when the song stops and she raises her cup in the air to cheer for them, and I glimpse the slightest hint of underboob. 

I look away before I maul one of my best friends little sister right here on the stage. 

The band keeps on, going right into the next song and I just watch Laney, catching her looking over, rolling her eyes at me when she sees me staring. She bumps me with her hip when she catches me staring again. 

I move my cup of beer to my other hand, and reach around, grapping the opposite hip and pulling her to my side. 

I give a little smile as she looks up at me, her 5'8" to my 6'4", those pretty brown eyes of hers looking up at me as I keep my hand on her hip. I wink. 

I see her blush and then look back to the stage. I pull her a bit more, and stand her in front of me. She moves with ease, standing in front of me, and I wrap my arm around her front, over her upper chest, my arm going across her collar bone, my hand resting on her shoulder as I start to yell, singing along to the song.

I feel her laugh against me, and she starts singing along too. I shake her slightly with my arm as she leans back into me laughing as she sings. 

I was an asshole for flirting with my band mates sister. We'd all always been close these past four years I've known her brother, and I joked around with her, and so did the others. But I never did it with the intentions that were running through my head right now. 

Laney was a good girl. Too good. And too good for me, that was for sure. I wanted to fuck her. I was pretty sure she wanted to fuck me. But I think she also wanted more than that, which I wasn't sure I could give her. Laney would make a great girlfriend. I had no doubt about that. But, I wasn't so sure I'd make a great boyfriend. I liked my freedom, especially being on the road. I didn't have to worry about anyone but me. But if I was going to try to take it past this flirting, I knew I'd start a shit storm. Brock would kill me. 

Against better judgement , as she sings her heart out loudly along with the crowd. I turn slightly, setting down my beer cup, unwrap my arm from across her and then place my hands on her waist instead, still standing behind her. 

She stops singing for a moment, and I can feel it, the air is thicker around us and I let my hands slip forward, and over her stomach as I pull her gently back against me a bit more. I want to rub my fucking cock against her ass in those black shorts. 

She turns her head over her shoulder, and I smile, watching her tongue as it peeks through her lips as she licks them nervously, her eyes darting all over my face. 

"Yo!" I hear to my side, my head turning to find Brett at my side and I feel Laney jump slightly and she moves out of my grasp and casually moves further away from me. 

fucking Brett. 

"What?" I ask him and he looks between Laney and me, and then he looks back to me shaking his head. 

"We were looking for you guys!" he yells over the music. 

"For?" I ask and look to Laney who is blushing as she sips her beer , singing along with the music again. 

Brett leans in. 

"To keep you from getting your ass kicked." he says and I roll my eyes as he leans back. I lift my hand and give him the finger.  He laughs and then looks to Laney, I follow his gaze as she bounces on her feet slightly again. I push at Brett's shoulder knowing he's watching her breasts. 

He laughs and throws up his hands in surrender. 

"I'm not the one with the death wish!" he yells. 

"Come on" he yells, nodding to the steps at the side of the stage. 

I groan to myself and gently put my hand on Laney's shoulder and she turns. 

"They're looking for us!" I yell to her and she nods, and her eyes look away, as she ducks her head down as she moves around me. She was embarrassed to be caught by Brett with my hands on her. I could tell she was nervous, and it was fucking cute as hell. 

I watch her ass as we walk back to the group, smiling to myself, knowing I'm gonna start that shit storm, whether I want to or not. Cause I have zero will power to stay away from Laney now.