My Best Friend's Brother(27)

     



 


"You're both just so important to me. Really," Emma said as she grabbed  our hands. "I'm glad my two favorite people are finally meeting."


"Me, too," Sarah said.


The three of us ordered, and I told the waiter to put everything on one  tab. Emma tried to protest, but I simply told her it was the least I  could do. I wanted to show her I was wanting to make this work, and the  only way I knew how to do that over dinner was to pick up the tab and  make everything about her.


So, that was the plan.


"I'd like a better relationship with you," Emma said as our drinks were sat on the table.


"And I would too. I just wish you wouldn't press the whole Mom thing so much," I said.


"But she really wants to make up," Emma said. "She feels terrible about what happened."


"And she should. She's the one who left. You promised me we wouldn't talk about this," I said.


"I promised you I wouldn't bring it up. All's fair game when you do," Emma said, grinning.


I could see Sarah's grin on her face out of the corner of my eye. I  grabbed my drink and turned back toward her, locking my eyes with hers  as I took a sip of my bourbon.


"I wish you guys would reconcile," Emma said. "We could all be one big, happy family."


"Never going to happen," I said.


"But why, Mason? Why are you so resistant to patch things up with Mom?" Emma asked.


"Emma, why don't we talk about your and Mason's relationship, hm?" Sarah asked.


I threw her a thankful look, but Emma didn't get the hint.


"I just want to know. What happened between you and Mom that was so bad?" Emma asked.


"Look, I'm not here to talk about that. I told you this over the phone.  If you want to be real, this is why I keep dodging your calls and our  dinners, because this is all you want to harp on. Now, I'm willing to  try. For you. Not for Mom. This dinner is for us to get to know one  another. For us to establish a relationship, not for us to try and mend  the family. That's not happening, okay?"


"I just want to be a family," Emma said lightly.


"And we can be," I said as I took her hand. "Let's just do this for us. Okay? We're worth it."


"I guess you're right."


"I know I am. I'm going to try harder for you, so long as you realize this isn't me opening a door to Mom."


"Will you at least think about it?" Emma asked.


"No, Emma."


She sighed, and I could tell she was disappointed. Sarah was studying us  both closely, and part of me was upset she had to witness that. I  didn't enjoy people getting a first-hand glimpse into my familial life.  It was dysfunctional and not at all the portrait I wanted to paint of my  life going forward. I wanted to usher in my success with stability and  love.


Not drama and past tensions.


"Plus, it's very rude of us to do this in front of your friend," I said.


"Oh, I don't care. I've seen your sister naked. Shit happens with us," Sarah said.


"You've what?" I asked.


She giggled, a small grin crossing her face. Emma was laughing as our  food hit the table, but all I could think about was what she'd just  said. Had she seen other women naked? Had she ever touched another naked  woman? Oh, was she open to something like that?


My head was swirling with disgustingly beautiful thoughts while the three of us continued to talk over dinner.


"So, Sarah Williams-"


"Just call me Sarah. It's going to be a mouthful if you address me by my first and last name all the time," she said.


"So, Sarah," I said. "How did you bust out into the talk show world?"


"I felt talk show television was lacking in substance, so I drew out the  bare bones of my talk show plan, walked into a producer's meeting,  interrupted it, and presented them with my plan. Told them I'd foot the  bill for the first seven episodes. If the audience liked it, they had to  sign me. If the audience didn't, no harm no foul."


"Just like that," I said.


"She's really not kidding," Emma said. "This woman goes after what she wants."


The smirk that donned Sarah's face after that comment twitched my cock.


"I could use a woman like that in my life," I said.


"You're not going home with my best friend," Emma said.


"Oh, you're no fun. I got the no fun sister," I said.


"Trust me, your sister's plenty of fun," Sarah said.         

     



 


"Oh, do tell."


"Sarah," Emma said.


"Oh, come on. You were drunk. People do all sorts of shit when they're drunk," Sarah said.


"What did my lovely sister do drunk, Sarah?" I asked.


We laughed and drank and ate a ton of food that night. By the time we  were finished, we were all lounging back into our chairs and enjoying  the nighttime light show of downtown Dallas. We all sat there for a bit,  silent and simply enjoying one another's company.


But Sarah soon interrupted the moment with her interjection to go to the restroom.


I watched her get up and walk away right as Emma's phone rang. She  picked it up and started chattering away, so I tapped her on the  shoulder and told her I was going to go to the men's room. I got up and  started for the stairs, taking them two by two as I dodged waiters and  skirted the manager of the joint. When no one was looking, I slipped  into the women's restroom and locked the door behind me as Sarah was  washing her hands at the sink.


Her eyes slowly rose to mine as she stared at my reflection in the  mirror. I reached over and plucked a few paper towels from the dispenser  and then handed them to her. She dried off her hands and tossed the  towels into the trash can, her eyes never leaving my reflection, and she  smiled at me for the first time that evening.


My hands settled on her hips, and I watched her eyes flutter closed.


I whipped her around and backed her into the wall. My lips matched with  hers, swallowing her moans as her hands flew into my hair. She jumped,  wrapping her legs around me as I walked us back into the handicapped  stall. I could feel her warmth growing against my body while her tits  rose to beautiful peaks and poked through her wonderfully thin bra.


Our mouths battled for dominance as my hands flew to my belt buckle, and in that moment, all memory of Emma was lost.


It was only me, Sarah, and the pleasure I was about to rush over her body.





Chapter 23


Sarah


My back crashed into the wall, and I heard Mason shove his pants down.  My skin was on fire, crackling with the rising flames of passion as I  felt him slide my panties aside. The fabric of my dress rose up onto my  thighs, showing off my milky thighs to Mason as he growled darkly into  my ear. Every part of me was humming, and I could feel my pussy heating  up for him. My tits were rising to painful peaks, begging for his hands  as my fingers scraped along his scalp.


"You looked so delicious at dinner, I just couldn't help myself," he said.


I felt him press into me, and my entire body shook. My legs tightened,  and my arms went weak. My forehead collapsed to his as his hips began to  roll, soaking his cock in my juices as my hands slid down to his  shoulders.


I held onto him as he pressed me into the wall. My lips peppered his  neck with kisses and his hips snapped into mine. His belt buckle  clattered, and my hair began to bounce, and before I knew it, I was  using his neck as a muffler while my moans and groans were ripped from  my throat.


"Mason. Holy shit. Yes. I missed your cock. I missed it. I missed  …  ugh."


"Oh, and it missed you. I've thought about you for days. Being sunken  into your juicy depths. Oh, Sarah. You make me harder than I've ever  been."


His words electrified me. I could feel my walls pulsing around him as  his hands traveled to mine. He interlocked our fingers, sliding my  wrists up the wall as he pinned my hands above my head. I felt trapped  by a man whose body sent me flying high, whose eyes made me feel as if  he were reading my soul.


"Open your eyes and look at me as you come, Sarah."


I peeled my eyes open as my pleasure rushed through my body. My fluids  poured from my pussy, coating his cock with its wonderful layers of  white as my mouth dropped open in pleasure. Mason thrust his lips onto  mine, swallowing my whimpers and cries as he pinned my hands to the  wall. My clothed tits bounced in his face as he picked up the pace,  hitting my swollen clit from behind as my breathing picked up. My body  was jolting and darting. My pussy was throbbing and squeezing. His cock  was growing bigger against my walls, and I could feel every ridge  bulging from his sweet, massive dick.


And then, we both popped and lost ourselves in the moment.


"Oh, shit." I choked out.


"Sarah. Oh, you beautiful woman. The things you do to me."


His cock filled me with his come, squirting deep into my body as my  pussy massaged it all from him. He slid deep into me, his hips  completely connected with mine as I came for a second time around his  rock-hard dick. He released my wrists, his hands sliding down to cup my  tits, and all I could do was lay there against the wall, my body pinned  with the strength of his as my pussy begged for mercy.