EroticReverie

Branson James Baker

From the smirk on Brady's face, I know he fucked her, and as he walks towards the door I just shake my head and he shrugs. 

"Your cuz is a fucking freak man" he says slapping my arm and I clench my fists but don't say a fucking thing as he laughs and walks after her. 

I close the garage door and turn to watch him move up behind Calista as she grabs a beer and he touches her waist and whispers something into her ear that makes her laugh, his hands sliding up and he fucking gropes her right there, hands on her tits in the middle of the party, people watching as he treats my cousin like a fucking slut. 

I walk over as calmly as I can as I walk over, Calista's eyes come to me, freezing me in my tracks as he stares at me like she never has, her eyes look like the kind of a guys a girl gives when she wants you to fuck her, when she wants you to do to things to her she's never let anyone else do. 

She grins and bites her lip as Brady slip a hand across her stomach, up into the opposite side of her dress as he whispers more shit to her, grabbing her breast beneath the fabric. People watching as she nods to him , giggling then slapping his arm and pulling his hand out of her dress. 

She grabs his hand and pulls him along with her and I watch as they go upstairs, my lips tightening and I walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and slamming it back, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. 

I can't go up there. I can't demand he not fuck her. What was the point, they clearly had just finished hooking up when I walked in on them. I didn't know what the fuck I was thinking, why I felt the need to fucking tell her to knock her shit off and stop sleeping with every fucking dude that had a heartbeat. I look over to Lilly, still standing with her friends, and throw my plastic cup in the sink and go upstairs. 

I don't just knock, I pound on the fucking door to her bedroom and then turn the knob. But of course it's locked. 

"Calista!" I yell. 'Open the fuckin door" I growl. 

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Calista Capri Cox

After we left the kitchen, I'd started to bring Brady to my room, but then told him another time. I told him I was tired, that I was going to bed instead, that his dick wasn't that inspiring and I'd lost interest already. He shook his head and laughed, gave my the finger, told me I was a bitch, but a hot bitch, and he'd be getting his redemption. I just laughed, patted his cheek and then shoved him out of the way and went upstairs to my room. 

Nobody stays at a party till the end. Only sad people do that. So I took off my dress, washed my face in my small bathroom and then pulled on a pair of pink flannel pajama pants and pulled on white cami tank top, then pulled on my matching flannel shirt, leaving it unbuttoned while I took down my hair. Running my fingers through it to loosen the tension at my scalp I about shit myself when my door is being pounded by a fucking caveman. Then I hear his voice. I smirk and roll my eyes. 

When he curses at my through the door, my smile widens as I walk to my door and unlock and he's opening his mouth to say something then looks at me. His face puzzled and clearly confused as I stand in the door in my pajamas, my hair down, make up gone. 

"Is there a reason you almost pounded a hole in my door BJ?" I ask and put one hand on my door frame the other on my hip, and he peeks behind me. 

"what are you doing?" he asks and looks back to me. 

"what's it fuckin look like?" I ask and his nostrils flare slightly. 

"Where is Brady?" he asks. 

I shrug one shoulder. "Dunno. Don't care." 

"You sure about that? Seemed like you cared in the garage...and in the kitchen." he says. 

I fight my smirk. Branson was jealous, sooo fucking jealous. 

"You fuck him?" he asks. 

I scoff, my brows raising. "Excuse me? How is that any business of yours?" I ask and he puts his hand on the door frame to, above mine and steps a foot inside the door. 

"Cause you're my cousin." he says. 

"Still dont know how that entitles you to know who has or hasnt had their dick inside me." I say and he inhales, his nostrils flaring and god, it turns me the fuck on. Watching him get all worked up. Watching him finally maybe lose it and admit he's a fucking pervert that wants to screw his cousin, cause...same. 

He pushes in the door. 

"What are you doing?" I ask as he walks in and over to my bed and sits down. 

"Why the fuck are you up here in pajamas?" he says and Im disappointed as he tries to cool himself down, as he slips further from the edge of admitting his cock brought him up here to me. Cause he thought someone else was fucking what he wanted. 

"It's called sleeping. I was planning on doing that till you barged in demanding to know what little Capri has been up to" I say pointing with a finger from each hand to my vagina. 

He rolls his eyes and I smirk.

"I did fuck him." I say and his head jerks to me. 

"Course you did." he says and I scoff.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I ask. 

"dont act like you're offended, you love playing the part Calista." he says and I like that he's calling me out, that sweet little Branson is fed up, and his cock is hard up for some special quality time with me. 

"You love me playing the part." I say. 

He blows air through his lips and sputters. "No I fuckin dont." 

I smile as he looks around my room and then I walk over and sit down next to him and lean back on my hands, making sure my best assets, and my hard nipples are on display for him. 

He look at me. 

"Why do you do that?" he asks. 

"Do what?" I ask. 

"Stick your chest out like we dont all know you have huge tits." he says and I give a little laugh. 

"Do they offend you? Are you made that I'm sitting in my own room, existing as a woman who happens to have a generous amount of tits in her top?" I ask. 

He rolls his eyes. "You gonna pull some feminist bullshit? That were just sexualizing you, when you're fuckin begging to sexualized, you fucking love it, don't act like you don't want me and everyone to notice that you've got great rack." he says and huffs and looks away.

I smile to myself. "You think they're great?" I ask and he looks back at me and I smile and he shakes his head and rolls her eyes. 

"You're so fucking ridiculous Calista" he says and I laugh. 

"You're the one talking about how great my tits are." I say. "I was just making sure I heard you right."

He sighs and for the first time, Branson look directly at them, for longer that a split second, in fact his eyes take them in, his jaw ticking as he just stares at my chest. 

"As far as tits go, they're not bad." he says. 

I laugh and then reach over and slap him. "You fucking dick" I say and he sways to the side laughing slightly. 

"My tits are awesome. And I know they're awesome." I say. "So fuck you." 

"Maybe they arent smaller and perkier like Lilly's , but they're still great tits." I say. 

He puffs a breath. 

"Does Lilly have nice tits?" I ask and he turns to look at me. 

"Why do you wanna know?" he asks and I shrug and then fall back and lay with my legs hanging of the edge of the bed at the knee. 

"I like tits too. She just looks like she has nice tits, like, she probably has cute little brown nipples."I say and he smiles and then falls back too. 

"She does." he says. 

"Mmm, knew it." I say. 

"Quit thinking about my girlfriend's tits." he says. 

I laugh. "If you can think about mine, i can think about hers." 

"I DONT think about yours" he says. 

"You're so full of shit,  it's gonna start coming out your ears" I say and he laughs. 

"Whatever" he replies and sighs and lifts his hands up behind his head. 

"Why'd you come up here?" I ask and turn my head to him, and he turns his to me. 

"I dont know." he says and then looks at my ceiling and I just keep looking at him. How he's handsome in such a classic way. How he was one of the most attractive guys in our school, and maybe I was lying to myself that I only liked guys with dark hair, with that dirty boy look to them. Something bad lurking behind their eyes. But Branson had a soft, smooth shaved face, his blonde hair touseled and longer on top and I turn onto my side. 

"Truth or dare." I ask and he turns his head and laughs. 

"What?" he asks. 

"You heard me, you deaf old man?" I say and slap his chest playfully and then put my hand back on it. 

"Truth or dare?" I ask again and he looks to my hand laying innocently on his chest and then to me. 

"Truth." he says and I smile. 

"Did you come up here because you were jealous of Brady? to stop him from fucking me again?" I ask. 

His brows pinch and he looks away. 

"fuck this game." he says and I laugh.

"Tell meeee" I say and slip my hand over his chest and then move closer and lay half on him, my breasts on his chest as I grab his face and turn it to me and he looks down to where my breasts are resting on him and he looks back to me. 

"Yes." he answers and I bite my lip. 

"How adorable." I coo. 

He rolls his eyes and pushes my hand from his face and I laugh and fall back to the side off him and onto my back giggling. 

"fine, truth or dare?" he asks.

I grin when he sits up, annoyed that I made him admit it to me. 

"Dare." I say and he looks at me. 

"Let me see them." he says. 

I grin and I push up and sit up and fold my legs in Indian style and look at him. 

"You'll have to be more specific." I say with a little shrug. 

"I dare you, to show me your tits." he says and I laugh.

"For how long?" I ask. 

"As long as I want." he says and I laugh. 

"Fine, till my next turn." he says. 

I smile and then reach up and pull my tank top down and simply flash him, not making a sexy show of it, as if it's nothing to show my tits to him and I pull them up and out and watch his eyebrows lift and he curses under his breath. 

"Awesome right?" I say with a little smirk and he lifts his eyes for a second to mine. 

his eyes go back down to them. 

"Truth or Dare Branson?" I ask and he licks his lips still staring, taking advantage of his alotted time to look at them. 

"Truth." he answers. 

"Who has better tits, me or Lilly?" I ask and he shakes his head. 

"You." he says, his eyes still on them and I lift take my hands and hold my breasts, and I rub them slightly and his shifts on the bed to watch. 

"thanks." I say. 

Then I slide my hands down and pull my top back up. 

"Hey." he says his brows pinching. I grin. 

"It's your turn, times up." I say.  He snarls. 

"Fine." he says. 

"Truth or dare?" he asks. 

"Truth." I reply and he grumbles and I laugh, cause I can bet he wouldve made me take them back out. Not that I'd mind, cause I quite liked his eyes on them, watching him salivate over them. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asks and I cock my brow at his question. 

I hadn't expected him to come out and say it, but I guess my tits gave him a little incentive to get the wheels rolling on this cousin fucker bus we were on. 

"Mhm." I say and he looks up at me. 

"Truth or Dare Branson." I ask and he shift and his hand goes down to his shorts and he adjust himself and I grin. 

"Dare." he says. 

"Break up with Lilly." I say. and his eyes lift to mine and his head jerks back and he laughs. 

"what?" he says. "No" he shakes his head. "Why the fuck would I do that?" 

"Cause you want to fuck me too." I say. 

"Says who?" he asks. 

"Says your hard cock and the way you have literally avoided looking at me anytime Im around cause you can't handle how bad you want me to fuck you." I say matter of factly and he scoffs. 

"Tell me im wrong...tell me you dont avoid looking at me cause I get your dick hard when you're all alone, tell me you don't jerk off to me, or think of me when you're fucking your girlfriend" I say and he just glares at me. 

I smirk. 

"thought so." I say and then lay back on my bed. 

"I'm not screwing you when you're with Lilly. I like Lilly. If she was a bitch, I wouldn't care. But I'm not fucking you if you're with her." I tell him. 

He laughs. "Since when did you decide you had morals?" 

I roll my eyes. "I never fuck guys with girlfriends, and If i do, its cause they lied to me." 

"I might be a slut, but i'm not a bitch. Girls might hate me, but I dont hate them. I won't fuck someone elses man." I say then I amend that statement. "UNLESS they asked me to, or joined in" I shrug. "Then I would." 

He laughs slightly. 

"What if I bring Lilly up here?" he asks. 

I shrug. "What about it?" 

"You'd fuck me with her?" he asks. 

I grin. "dont really think you want your girlfriend knowing you want to fuck your cousin...Lilly isnt that kind of girl." I say. 

"She's sweet, not dirty." I say. 

"and what are you?" he asks. 

I grin. "Fucking filthy."