EroticReverie

Brian Beckham

I smirk, my eyes going right to Alessandra's ass as she stomps away in a pair of tight white spandex pants and a white sprots bra. My dick twitched when she opened the door. I grab my dick, because it does more than twitch as it pictures the way I had that same ass bent over in front of me on the balcony of the hotel room, two years ago. We'd fucked that night like we invented sex. I honestly was a little too drunk to keep count of how many times we technically fucked that night. I'd been drunk, but not that drunk that I didnt know better. Aly was off limits. One, because she was too young for most of our lives. Even now, that we're older, she's still too young. Im thirty two, she's twenty one. I'd been thirty when I'd fucked her that night two years ago. Her only nineteen. Not my proudest moment. 

Like I said, I knew better. But I'd just finalized my divorce a month prior, I'd been married for five years. The last two years, I'd hardly had sex at all. Me and my ex Olivia only had sex to scratch a fucking itch, not because we loved each other. I'm pretty sure we started falling out of love the day we said I do. Or maybe it's because come to find out, she'd been cheating on me, the entire time. Not just during our marriage, but before. It'd been months with sex. And years without GOOD sex. 

Then Aly fucking told me she wasnt wearing underwear under her dress when Id gone to put the garter on her,  and it was all I thought about for the rest of the fucking reception. The girl I never once considered an option, was the only option. I wanted to fuck her up the wall while watching her the rest of the night. Trying to imagine the shade of pink her pussy would be if I spread it open and shoved my fucking face in it. But we didnt do oral at all that night, nope, straight god damn fucking until the sun came up. And it was GOOD fucking. Really god damn good. Where she fell asleep beside me, and was gone when I woke up. 

I didn't text her. She's the one who ran out before I woke up, so I just took it as her regretting it, wanting to forget it, running from a mistake, not wanting to talk about it. So, I never said a damn word to her about it, because that's clearly what she wanted. And I guess it was for the best, her brother would kill me. Alexander was always incredibly protective of Aly growing up. As a big brother should be, I was the same way with my own sister Sarah. 

I still feel guilty about screwing around with Aly, keeping that secret from him. I've kept that secret from everyone. I never told anyone we hooked up that night. I wonder if she's told anyone? I doubt it. You tell one person, you chance everyone finding out. And us hooking up? Was not something we wanted anyone close to us  finding out about. 

"Jesus christ, what the hell are you doing?" I ask as I walk into one of the bedroom, and find Alessandra in a bedroom, with a fucking plethora of sex toys on the bed, and a saint andrews cross in the corner of the room. 

"Get out!" She yells at me over her shoulder as she reaches up to one of the corner of the leather padded x shaped cross. She's hooking a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs to the side. The other side already adorned with a matching pair. 

My dick is so fucking confused. Seeing her against that cross, stretched upward on her tip toes, her ass looking somehow even hotter in those tight white spandex pants than it did when I saw it naked smacking off my hips. 

"What the hell is this?" I ask walking over to the bed, my eyes taking in the array of whips, dildos, clamps, jesus christ.

"Are you having some kind of sex party before they get here?" I ask her as I pick up a strap on belt, gulping. holding it by my finger in the air.

"its for your sister!" She says. 

I jump. Tossing the strap on belt off my finger and jumping back and shaking my hand. 

"fuck!" I yell like it bit me, shaking my head, shivering and making a sound of disgust.

"They're not USED you idiot. I just bought them." Aly says and I keep backing away from the bed as she turns and swipes a piece of her blonde hair from her face. 

"Get out." She says and walks over and pushes at my chest. I scrunch my nose. 

"I did not need to know my sister asked you to turn their honeymoon cottage into Satan's sex lair." I say shaking my head as I let her push me out of the room.

"Which is exactly why you should go, before you find out what else she wants me to do to the place." She says and I look at her. 

"I have to do the rose petals and shit." I say. 

She rolls her eyes and then backs away once I'm firmly planted against the wall opposite the door. 

"You can do the master suite, with your rose petal shit." She says and spins and walks into the room, shutting the door behind her. 

"Aren't they supposed to like...NOT have sex till the wedding night?" I yell through the door.

"Hate to break it to you Beckham, you're sister hasnt been a virgin for awhile." Aly calls back and I make a face, sticking out my tongue in disgust. 

"She's an angel. She wouldn't dare." I say. I hear Aly laugh on the other side of the door. 

I open it again, because the damage is done. Apparently my sister is a little kinky, gross to know, gross to think about. But I guess it runs in the family, because Im not stranger to most of the shit on the bed, or the cross. Though I've never actually gotten to utilize one. 

"Get out!" Aly says as she walks a whip, cane, and flogger over to the wall by the cross and hangs them on hooks on the wall nearby the cross. 

I picture Aly, naked, on that cross, facing me, her perfect tits, her bare cunt dripping, spanking her tits with the paddle she hangs on the end. I picture her wrists in those fuzzy handcuffs, her ankles in the leather cuffs already attatched to the bottom corners. Harder. I hear her voice begging from that night. I picture paddling her cunt. Harder her voice is in my head. I picture smacking her perfect pussy till it's numb and then fucking her right there on that cross and making her cum on my dick. 

"Go do you rose petal shit!" She says and walks back to the bed. I look at her. Watching her, my nostrils flaring as my eyes trace the curve of her ass from the side. The curve of her breasts. The slope of her back, and her arms, the arms that had wrapped around my neck as I'd fucked her against the wall that night in her bridesmaid dress. 

I turn and walk out before I walk over and annd rip her clothes off. 

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I've seen her plenty since that night. But it was always with other people around. It made it easier to control myself, made it easier to remember who she was. 

She's your best friends little sister. I growl to myself as I stand in the bathroom, dick raging behind my zipper as I look in the mirror.

"you can NOT fuck her." I whisper to myself, staring at myself in the mirror.

"we're not fucking her." I say as I look down at my dick, breaking him the bad news. 

My dick throbs in defiance. He knows how good she feels. He fucking remembers all too well. 

I close my eyes, my teeth clenching as I picture her over me. Her blonde hair spilling down on either side of her face as she woke me up after I'd just fallen asleep, for more. Riding me slowly, smiling down at me, whispering my name in the sweetest fucking voice as she satisfied herself with another orgasm on my cock, and let me cum inside of her again. 

I can hear her laugh, as we tried silly difficult positions just for fun, drunk and laughing when our sweaty bodies wouldnt stop making unsexy sounds from the wet slippery skin and air pockets between our flesh. Going from laughing, to fucking and moaning like we'd stay in that hotel room and fuck each other forever. Back to laughing, then back to hands digging into each others flesh, to biting each others lips, each others shoulders, her nails leaving marks all up and down my back. That was the most fun I've had during sex, ever. It was the most intense sex I've ever had to. Everything was just , fucking perfect.  

Too fucking bad. I tell myself. It's Alexanders little sister. It was one time. You need to fucking forget it, because it can't happen again. It wont. 

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We avoid each other the rest of the afternoon, there's honestly not much for me to do. Mike gave me instructions, to make sure the bedding was clean, to cover the room in rose petals of all different colors. Mike is twenty seven, but he hangs out with me and Alexander a lot since he started dating my sister. He's a good guy, good for my sister. So yeah, it was alittle weird to have him ask me to set this all up for him and my own sister, but it was cute, and my sister deserved cute and romantic. Even if she was currently having Aly, do the opposite and create a mini freak palace in the other room.

The beach cottage is on a cliff, and when I'm done setting up, I walk outside on the deck, down the steps to the grass and over to  the stairs leading down to the beach. I get a little at the height , the amount of steps down to the beach are insane. I see a long blonde ponytail swinging , near the bottom of the steps. Aly. Headphones in. Running the fucking stairs. 

Go back inside. Go back inside. I tell myself as I watch her take the last of the stairs, and then turn right back around and proceed to run back up them. Fuck. Go back inside right now I tell myself again as I watch her perfect tits. They barely bounce. Fuck that sports bra for doing it's job.  but they bounce, just enough for me to be a fucking creep about it. 

She's halfway up before she lifts her eyes and sees me watching her. I can see her little "fuck off Beckham" glare from here. And just incase I didnt, she lifts a hand and throws me the middle finger.

My lips twitch. I always playfully teased her while growing up. But she'd always been too shy to ever tease me back, she'd just blush, or go quiet, or scrunch her nose. I knew she had a little crush on me back then. Everyone did. But my teasing wasnt flirtatious with her, it was the same way I teased my own sister. 

But now, after that night. She isn't shy at all. Anytime we're around one another, her claws come out. She gives me shit right back. Doesn't blush like a girl with a crush, or get all shy. I'm assuming she outgrew the crush at some point. I bet that night was just a small gift to her younger teenage self. 

She stops at the top of the stairs. I'm leaning against one of the wooden railing to the side of the steps , looking at her. Her skin glistens with sweat, fucking everywhere. So of course, Im picturing her naked. Naked and sweating, just like we both were that night. 

She jobs in place, grabbing her water bottle off the railing on the other side and taking several small sips. 

She sets it down and doesn't even look at me as she takes off back down the stairs.

Sometimes I think she's mad at me for that night. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks I took advantage of her. I know her attitude is probably just more to do with the fact she's no longer the young shy teenager, and is just giving me shit. But fuck, I hate when I start to think that it might be because she thinks I used her. It's been two years, I cant very well apologize now. I didnt even want to apologize, because I WASN'T sorry about what happened that night. It was the best night of my fucking life. 

Don't bring it up. You'd be stupid to bring it up. She never has. She clearly doesnt want to talk about it, or she would have sometime in the past two years. I turn around and walk back to the cottage house. Grab my shit, and get in my car, and drive the few miles down the coast to where my sister Sarah, and her fiance Mike, have rented a bunch of bungalow style houses for the wedding party. The section that's reserved for us, the little houses are small, but they're nice, and plenty of room for just one person. We were all told we could invite a plus one, but I opted out. Mainly because there wasn't a woman in my life. A few i've dated recently, but none I wanted to give the impression to that I was serious about things, by inviting them to a destination wedding with me. 

The bungalows are pretty close to one another considering their all part of the same property, but they're just far enough away, that you have a decent amount of privacy. 

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I'm sitting on the small back area, where there's a small pool, that seems more for fucking than swimming. A sitting pool I guess. I'm leaned back on a large cushioned lounge chair against the wall of the house, when I catch movement across the way, the bungalow next door. 

The beer bottle in my hand is paused halfway to my mouth as I look at Aly. Naked. Standing outside, on the deck, throwing a towel over onto her own lounger near her own sitting pool. 

There's no lights on where I'm sitting. No lights on where she is either. But the moon is full and reflecting off her body. I swear I can see her nipples from here, swear I see the point of her hard nipples on her profile. 

She turns. Facing me. She stops. 

I lift the beer to my mouth. Taking a sip. She knows I'm here. Even though Im in the shadow against the side of my own private house. She can see me just fine. Just like I can see her. 

I expect her to tell me Im a pervert. But I guess she knows I was here first and that maybe she shouldve checked before waltzing outside but naked for anyone to see. 

She walks across the small deck. I gulp down my beer as she places her hands on the wooden railing, her hands sliding out to the sides, her perfect fucking tits sitting there, taunting me. Her sexy  messy hair, piled ontop of her head. She just stares at me. Saying nothing. 

"You just gonna keep looking?" she calls out. 

"Depends." I say. "You going to keep standing there?" I ask, taking another sip of my beer.

She shrugs.

"You like me looking at you then." I say and she gives another shrug.

I sit up, get up and walk over to my own railing, the one closest to hers.

"Getting a closer look?" she asks, still standing there. 

"Mhm." I hum loud enough for her to hear me. I see her tongue peek out, licking her lips. 

"How do I look Beckham?" she asks, and her voice goes straight to my dick. It's sultry, seductive, and a fucking tease. 

"Just as good as you did two years ago, baby." I say. 

I swear I can hear the hitch of her breath. My lips curve slightly. 

"Invite me over to get a better look at you." I say. God, what the fuck was I doing?

She shakes her head. 

"Alright then." I say , not willing to beg, or push. 

"You just keep torturing my dick from there then." I say and she fights a little smile. 

Her hands push softly off the railing, she lifts them to her stomach, my jaw clenches and she runs her hands up slowly, cocking her head, one hand then drops back down, sliding over her stomach, as the other courses over one of her breasts and behind her neck. The other, slipping between her legs.

I dont say a god damn word as I watch her, her head rolling side to side slowly as she drops her hand from her neck, back over her breast, the hand between her legs, moves slowly. 

"I think about that night all the fucking time." I finally say. Her hand pauses. She looks at me. 

I swear she frowns. She turns and grabs her towel. Pulls it around her. 

"Goodnight Beckham." she says. My brows pinch and then she's gone inside of her little private house. 

What the fuck?