fell asleep before Dallas got home last night. We have been waiting for a week for my brother to leave, and I was so excited for that time to ourselves. I remember him crawling into bed with me, and I guess, I drifted back off again shortly after that.
I smile and reach for him but find a cold bed. When I open my eyes, I see Dallas sitting by the window just staring outside. His chair is turned slightly towards the bed like he might have been watching me at some point.
He’s in sweatpants, and his hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. His tattoos are on full display, and the ink next to his tan skin is always a huge turn on for me.
The look on his face isn’t the happy to have me to himself look I was expecting. He appears sad and almost depressed. A sinking feeling hits me, as I sit up in bed. My movement catches his attention, and he turns his head to look at me. His eyes run over me for just a moment.
“Come here, baby girl.” He holds a hand out to me, and my legs carry me to him almost against my will. Pulling me into his lap, he hugs me tight, like he needs the comfort. Then, he rests his head on my chest, and I rake my fingers through his hair, trying to offer him whatever comfort he needs.
“I know I have to be open with you. I want you to know all of me.” He says without lifting his head. “Today is the anniversary of the day my mom died.”
I knew it was about this time frame, but couldn’t remember the exact date, and I never asked him, because it made him so sad to talk about it. He would share things here and there about his mom, but it always brought a look of sorrow to his face. One I didn’t like seeing there, so I never asked many questions about her.
“I’m so sorry, Dallas,” I say and lean down to kiss the top of his head.
His mom was a single mom and raised him. She worked hard, and oftentimes, he spent the night at our place, while she picked up extra shifts at the bar. Every now and then, she would have Landon and me over, and then she would bake cookies with me. She’s the one who taught me to make the chocolate chip pecan cookies Dallas loves.
He was sixteen, when she passed, and his aunt moved to town, so he could finish school with us. She pushed him to pursue his singing career. I remember that much. I remember his mom’s funeral, and how he was shut down. He spent a lot of time with Landon that summer, and that was also the summer he started putting space between us.
“This day always hits me hard. Landon says I haven’t dealt with it. I think it’s just too hard to remember. Every year, I would spend it...” He trails off, and his entire body trembles.
I frame his face with my hands and force him to look up at me. His icy blue eyes find mine, and for a moment, I’m frozen in time. There’s so much pain and vulnerability in them. I would do anything right now to take that pain from him and make him feel better.
“There’s nothing you can tell me that’s going to stop me from wanting to be with you. No matter what you say next, I’m staying right here.” I tell him.
His hold on me tightens, but he drops his head and buries it in my neck.
“Normally, I spend the day having nothing but mindless sex with whatever girl was available.” He pauses, and I don’t say anything. I’m not sure where he’s going with this.
“But you are different. I won’t do that to you. You knew my mom; you knew me back then. I won’t use you to forget.”
I just hug him to me and run my hand through his hair, as we sit in comforting silence.
”Is this why you won’t let us go any further, when I tried?” I ask, thinking about the times he stopped me in the cabin this last week. I wanted him so badly, and we’d get to that point, and he’d pull away and focus on me. Though, I enjoyed myself, I knew there was something bothering him.
“Yes. If I’m honest, I’m scared to sleep with you, because you mean so much more. I don’t ever want you to feel like you aren’t the most important person in the world to me.”
“Dallas, you show me every day how much I mean to you. From little things like the way you look at me, to fighting my brother, to making sure I’m allowed to go out and not be trapped here. The biggest way is how much you make me cum versus how much you let me make you cum. That says a lot about a guy.” I smirk.
He gives a dry chuckle, and then pulls me in even closer to him.
“I remember the first day I saw you. You were eight, your hair was in those pigtail braids, and you had on your dance recital outfit. While Landon and I played in the yard, you’d spend the afternoon, practicing on the back porch. I felt this urge to protect you even then. I always thought it was because you were Landon’s little sister, and Landon was like a brother to me.” He says.
“I remember that day, too. Landon almost hit me with a ball, and he said it was an accident, but I knew he did it on purpose, because he smirked at me. I wanted to punch him in his face. I also almost got hit, because I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” I kiss the top of his head.
“A few years later, you went away to that summer camp you begged your parents to send you, too. That whole summer I felt like a part of me was missing.” He says.
“I was twelve that year. I loved the camp, but I hated the other girls there. They were so mean to me. Fun fact. Several have tried to reach out to me over the years now that the band has made it big. I told them to fuck off.”
“That’s my girl. I remember the day you got home from the camp.” He lifts his head and finally looks at me. “You were wearing shorts and a t-shirt tied at the waist. You were so tan; your hair was longer but had highlights in it.”
“From using lemon juice and sitting in the sun, all the girls were doing it. My hair was sticky for days.”
“You stepped out of the car, and I knew right then and there I was yours. You stole my heart that day. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Landon noticed, and that was the day he told me you were off limits. Bro code rule number one. You can’t date your best friend’s sister. I was crushed and went home and cried that night. I told my mom why and she said things change, when you get older, and if I really felt the way I did, the best thing I could do was to be your friend, your best friend. So that’s what I did.”
He leans in and gives me a soft kiss.
“When she died, it messed everything up. I shut down. I’m grateful my aunt took me in, but she was very cynical after having three husbands cheat on her and one run off with all her money. I think it rubbed off on me, because I didn’t think someone as perfect as you would ever go for a guy like me.”
“I remember that summer you started putting distance between us, and I hated it. Then, you got the record contract and were gone with Landon. I’d never felt more alone. In my senior year, you seemed to be my friend again, but it was never the same.”
“Then prom happened. I wanted you so bad that night. I never thought I’d be there with you, but in that moment, I didn’t feel good enough, because I had sunk so low with the groupies. When we went on tour, I just sank lower. I think...” He stops and bites his lip. “I think I did it to push you away, even if I didn’t realize it was what I was doing.”
“I had the biggest crush on you growing up. When I left for school, I tried dating, but I was always comparing the guys to you, so by my senior year of college I decided to just do casual relationships. I was always single, when I came here to visit on the off chance you showed any interest. But of course, the time you decided you wanted me was the one time it was the last thing on my mind.” I tell him.
“It was me who insisted you stop wearing bikini’s around the house. You would lie out in the sun, and all I could think about was moving the triangles to the side and sucking on your nipples, until I made you cum. I’d get so hard I couldn’t hide it, and I’d hate how the other guys would look at you.” He admits.
“I didn’t mind switching to a one-piece. I didn’t like how they looked at me either. You were the only one I wanted to look at me in the bikini anyway.”
He kisses the side of my neck but says nothing.
“I’m going to treat you so good today, so all you’ll have will be good memories on this day. Not just bad ones.” I say.
His whole body shutters, “What did you have in mind, baby girl?”
“Let’s start with the pecan French toast you love. Then I’m going to kick your ass at pool. I’ll bake you some chocolate chip pecan cookies, and even let you lick the bowl. Then, we can watch the new spy movie, and I plan to make you feel extra good during it.”
His cock starts getting hard under my ass, and I know I described the perfect day.
“Maybe, we should start with a shower?” He says.
“Maybe, we can have a little fun, before our shower?” I suggest.
He makes me cum twice, before we get in the shower and get ready for the day. Just like I described we spend the day making good memories, and I take every chance I can to make him laugh from smearing cookie dough batter on his chest and licking it off, to showing him I know all his tickle spots.
His laugh is real and vulnerable. It’s like the last of his walls have dropped for me, and this Dallas is too easy to fall in love with. As much as I try to guard my heart, I think it has always belonged to him.