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Brandon said.
               I
was charmed by his compassion, and yet very surprised.  Of course, I remembered
how much of an asshole he was.  I had to live with him.  It was strange that we
were talking like I’d never known him when he was younger.  I liked it better
this way.
     
     
               His
cologne started drifting to my nose the longer we sat there, and I’d just hoped
he wouldn’t notice me intentionally inhaling it as my senses ignited.  The
scent was warm and comforting, and it smelled natural.  I wondered how much of
it was him and how much was the cologne.
     
     
               I
felt goose-bumps rise across my skin as Brandon casually brought his arm over
the back of the sofa; the long, muscular arm decorated with tattoos. I never
really paid attention until now, but the designs swirling across his arm made
him seem stronger somehow; confident. I grew nervous and lustful at the same
time; I wanted everything that Brandon had and was and yet wanted nothing to
happen at the same time.  I think if he had kissed me right then I would’ve
surrendered, but I wouldn’t dare make the first move.
     
     
    I quickly diverted my thoughts to a
teenage Brandon poking fun at me.
     
     
               “Yeah,
you were such an asshole” I suddenly blurted out into the established silence,
surprising even myself.  Way to build a wall, Elle, I thought to myself.
I knew as soon as I’d said that, I would regret it.
     
     
                “Ha!”
Brandon’s laugh startled me.  “I don’t blame you for saying that, Elle.”
     
     
               Something
about Brandon was endearing in a way that made me to lose control of myself
when he was near. I could feel myself trusting him completely, like an old
friend, and as he listened, I felt as though I could tell him anything.
     
     
               This
man was far from the boy who I grew up with, and I felt like the
disbelief would never fade.
     
     
               “I
bet this situation has you pretty tense.  Maybe you need a massage, hm?”
Brandon suggested, hopping up from the couch and coming around behind me as my
eyes widened with fear.
     
     
               A
massage? Him touching me? Is he serious? My mind was racing at the sudden
suggestion.
     
     
               But
my hesitation faded as I felt his strong hands lower softly atop my shoulders.
     
     
               I
felt his fingers sinking into my tender muscles and the release that oozed from
them melted my insides.
     
     
               These
are the same fingers that stroke that big dick, I though, instantly
recoiling at the crude thought.  But the image of his cock kept reappearing as
he squeezed my tender muscles.
     
     
               I
let out a sigh; letting my head lower back until it hit his abs. Andrew had
never once touched me like this; no one had. My mind was swimming in
photographs I’d seen of Brandon.  I imagined softly touching his abs as I
traveled down to his waist-line.  I wanted his cock so badly.
     
     
               “Your
hands are amazing” I giggled as the little strings of feel-good energy wiggled
around in my mind.
     
     
               “My
frat didn’t call me ‘the doctor’ for nothing,” Brandon laughed.
     
     
               The
release in every muscle around my neck sent intoxicating waves of pleasure to my
brain and all over my body.
     
     
               I
felt a hot tingling again between my thighs start to build up and I squirmed in
place as Brandon kneaded through my upper arms, finishing the impromptu
massage. 
     
     
               The
battle between what was off-limits and up for grabs raged on as dirty images of
Brandon filled my closed eyes.  As I came to, I remembered that Brandon was
practically my brother and was ashamed of my previous feelings.
     
     
               Brandon’s
dog