Two Irresistible Brothers

Emma's POV

Five days after my 18th birthday, I got the best gift of my life. My uncle broke his leg. I know, it makes me sound like a total asshole. I'm not happy he got hurt, of course. But I am happy my parents decided to leave for a week to go help him. Even better? They don't trust me to stay home alone yet. So, they asked Luis to watch over me. And guess what? He said yes.

Luis, my dad's best friend, is single, for now. He's practically family, but not quite. He's been in my life for as long as I can remember. He was there for every scraped knee, every bad day, every school project I needed help with. He's always been my protector, my rock. But over the past few years, things have changed or will I say I have changed? The truth is, I started having feelings for him.

It started when I began noticing things about him that I hadn't before. Like the way his black hair shines in the sun or how those piercing blue eyes of his seem to see right through me. Or the dimple in his left cheek that makes me weak every time he smiles. And don't get me started on his body. Broad shoulders, strong arms, and abs that I just know are carved under his t-shirts. Recently, I even noticed a little gray in his hair, but instead of ruining him, it makes him even sexier.

I've been saving myself for Luis in my own imagination. I want my first time to be with him, and this week is my chance. I'm finally 18, an adult now, and I've got the house to myself with him. I've been shamelessly flirting with him for months, but he's always brushed it off unknowingly, but I know he feels something for me. I've seen the way his eyes linger sometimes. This time was my only chance and I needed to use it.

My parents left a few hours ago, and I've been buzzing with some much thinking ever since. When I heard the low rumble of an engine pulling into the driveway, my heart raced. Peeking through the window, I saw Luis step out of his white car, and the sight of him took my breath away.

He looked so good, it was almost unfair. The black t-shirt he wore clung to his chest and arms, showing off every muscle. His jeans fit him just right, and his broad shoulders seemed even bigger than I remembered. Butterflies filled my stomach, and I felt my body respond in ways I couldn't control. My nipples tightened under my tight shirt, and I could feel the slick heat building between my thighs.

I watched as he grabbed a duffel bag from the back seat, slung it over his shoulder, and walked to the door. Every movement screamed confidence, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at myself. I'd picked my outfit carefully, shorty shorts, a snug t-shirt with no bra, and freshly painted pink toenails. My long blonde hair fell loose around my shoulders because I remembered him once saying he loved the way it curled at the ends. Sure, it was years ago, but it still counted, didn't it? I heard the door click shut and the heavy thud of his boots against the hard floor. My heart pounded as I tossed my hair one last time, gathering my courage. Then, with a wide smile, I ran down the stairs, yelling his name.

"Luis!" I called out as I rushed down the stairs. His eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight of my bare legs and the bounce of my chest under my snug t-shirt. I beamed at him, flashing my widest smile before launching myself into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist as I hugged him tightly, pressing myself against his hard, muscular body. His scent hit me instantly, his cologne, rich and intoxicating, mixed with something purely him. I loved it.

He chuckled softly, his arms steady as he held me, before gently setting me down. "Whoa there," he said, stepping back and holding me at arm's length.

I groaned in protest, pouting dramatically.

"Hey," he murmured, tilting my chin up with his finger so I'd meet his gaze. "You're getting a little too old to be jumping on me like that, aren't you, Emma?"

"Luis!" I whined, pushing out my bottom lip. "Didn't you miss me?"

He gave me that smile, that smile, the one that brought out the dimple in his cheek and made my heart skip a beat. "Of course, I missed you, little princess."

In my mind, I said, 'I am not that little princess you have always thought of, I am now eighteen for crying out loud. Although his words made my stomach shiver, even as he gave my arm a quick, playful squeeze before picking up his duffel bag. I watched as he started toward the spare room downstairs, but I wasn't about to let that happen. With a mischievous grin, I dashed after him, grabbing his forearm and pulling him back toward the stairs.

"That's not where you're staying, silly," I teased playfully.

He raised a brow. "Oh? And where am I staying?"

"Mom and Dad wouldn't want you sleeping on that uncomfortable futon for a week. They told me to tell you to use their room."

Without waiting for a response, I looped my arm through his and led him upstairs to the master bedroom, conveniently located not far from my room. I threw myself onto the bed, running a hand over the freshly made blanket.

"See? Much better," I said, smiling up at him. "I even washed the bedding and got everything ready for you."

For a moment, I saw something flash in his eyes, something intense, something hungry. But he shook his head sharply, breaking whatever spell he was under, and looked away.

"I don't mind staying in the guest room," he said, his voice a little strained. "Maybe it's better if I'm downstairs."

"No way," I insisted, rolling onto my stomach and kicking my feet behind me. "This is what they wanted. Besides," I added sweetly, "I'll feel safer knowing you're so close."

He ran a hand over his face, letting out a long sigh before finally giving in.

"Okay," he said, sounding defeated. "I'll stay here."

"Perfect!" I chirped, bouncing off the bed. "I'll go start dinner!"

I took a few steps toward the door before stopping abruptly and spinning around. "Oh, I almost forgot! The hot water in the master bath isn't working, so you'll have to bathe with me."

His blue eyes widened, and I couldn't help but laugh. "I mean you'll have to use the shower in my bathroom," I clarified, grinning. "Hope you don't mind!"

I didn't wait for him to answer. Instead, I gave a little excited hop, knowing full well how his eyes followed the movement of my breasts, and then headed downstairs with a satisfied smile. The next part of my plan was already falling into place.

Luis's pov

I'm not sure how I was supposed to survive the week with Emma acting like that. When Samson invited me to his house to look after his daughter, I had a feeling it wasn't the best plan. I should have declined, maybe come up with some excuse, but the chance to spend so much time alone with Emma was too tempting. I agreed, and now here I was in my best friend's bedroom, desperately trying to distance myself from my attraction to his daughter so I could head downstairs. I had never thought of Emma inappropriately until recently, but now my mind was filled with those thoughts. I couldn't escape the images of us together-her beautiful lips, the way my body craved hers. It was driving me to distraction. I had always cared for her and wanted to protect her, but my feelings had intensified to an overwhelming possessiveness that surprised me. Still, I knew it could never happen; she was my best friend's daughter, and that made her off-limits. I had to learn to live without her in that way, ignoring the ache in my chest at the thought. Yet, I couldn't help but recall how amazing she looked in that tight white t-shirt and those shorts, which only made my desire worse. A cold shower was definitely what I needed.

I grabbed a change of clothes from my duffel and was about to use the master bath. But even though I needed a cold shower, the thought of standing under icy water didn't sound good. So, I went to the bathroom she suggested instead. I sighed when I saw all of Emma's stuff on the counter. The whole bathroom smelled like her sweet floral scent, and it made me feel things. I tried to ignore it, but when I spotted her lacy bras and panties hanging up, I nearly lost control. I knew I would end up relieving myself in the shower; there was no other way to get through the week.

I quickly undressed and stepped under the hot water. Forget a cold shower, I needed warmth. I started to stroke myself with my hand, imagining Emma in there with me, her small hand around cock, her eyes full of desire. The thought of her on her hands and knees, begging me to take her, made my hand move faster. Just as I was about to release, a vivid image of Emma with a large pregnant belly popped into my head, and I came hard, watching the streams of cum swirl down the drain.

Where did that thought come from? I couldn't deny it excited me. The idea of filling her with my seed and creating life was both thrilling and heartbeating. She was so young and, most importantly, completely off-limits. I shook those thoughts away and stepped out of the shower. Ignoring the lacy lingerie and her lingering scent, I dressed quickly and rushed downstairs.

In the kitchen, I was met with the smell of something burning, and there was Emma bent over the oven in her tiny shorts. I could see her pale cheeks and her figure so well that it made my mouth water. She looked so tempting, and my desire flared back to life. So much for my plans in the shower.

When she stood up and turned to me, I saw that she had been crying. Her bottom lip trembled, and two trails of tears ran down her sweet face. She twisted a potholder in her hand, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, reaching out to her. She instantly ran into my arms, her small body shaking as I rubbed her back in gentle circles. I couldn't help but feel myself getting aroused by how vulnerable she was in my embrace. I just hoped she wouldn't notice.

"What's wrong?" I asked again, tilting her face up to mine. Her large brown eyes were still watery, but the tears seemed to have stopped. She sniffled and said, "I burnt our supper." The words came out as a whimper, and I wiped a fresh tear away with my thumb.

"That's okay," I said, trying to reassure her. "I can just order us a pizza or something."

Her body still trembled slightly against mine, and I could feel her warmth through our shirts. She bit her bottom lip, making my desire surge even more. "I just wanted to show you that I could cook a meal for you," she whispered.

"Is that what this is about?" I smiled down at her, touched that she had tried so hard for me. She wanted to cook, while my mind was racing with thoughts of how quickly I could act on my desires. If she only knew how I felt, she would be shocked.

"Emma," I said, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear, "I don't care that you burnt one meal. I'm just happy you tried at all. Maybe we can cook together tomorrow night. Would you like that?" She smiled, the kind that always melted my heart, and nodded.

"Great!" I replied, smiling back. "I'll order a pizza for tonight, though. I'm not sure if what you had in the oven can be saved." I winked, and she laughed softly. When she stepped back, I felt a pang of loss without her body against mine.

Though her tears were gone, her cheeks were still a bit red, and her eyes had a glossy look. I couldn't help but feel turned on by it. I imagined seeing that same look after giving her a good spanking.

With a cheerful bounce that made her chest move enticingly, she said, "Great! I'll go find us a movie to watch!" and dashed out of the kitchen.

Emma's pov

I couldn't believe I had burnt the chicken for our dinner! This was supposed to be my chance to show Luis that I was mature, capable, and the perfect wife material. Although getting married to Luis was a perfect and imaginary thought. Instead, I had proven I couldn't even handle a simple dinner. But I wasn't going to let it ruin the evening. Luis had suggested we cook together tomorrow or even more, which only meant more time with him in close quarters. Besides, the guy had just delivered the pizza and I had already picked out a scary movie for us to watch minutes later.

As we settled down to eat, I could barely manage a slice, too excited about spending the evening with him. Once he had had his fill, I made popcorn and tugged him toward the couch.

"This movie is supposed to be terrifying," I said, snuggling close to the bowl of popcorn. "I'm way too scared to watch it alone. I'm grateful you are around."

We started the film, but my attention kept drifting to Luis, both my thoughts and my soul. His profile in the dim light, the steady rise and fall of his chest, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I leaned in, pressing my thigh against his and tucking myself closer. Every inch of him felt strong and solid, and I craved more. I fought the urge to climb into his lap outright, knowing I had to play this carefully. He saw me as off-limits, but the tension between us was undeniable. I couldn't forget the way his body had responded when he had held me earlier in the kitchen. I knew he wanted me; now, I just needed him to act on it.

Setting the popcorn aside, I grabbed the handmade blanket and draped it over our laps. Curling my legs beneath me, I rested my head on his shoulder, pretending to focus on the movie. His warmth seeped into me, and I felt a deep sense of rightness being this close to him.

When the music on the screen swelled, signaling something terrifying, I let out a small squeal and slid onto his lap. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, and whispered,

"It's too scary, Luis."

He stilled beneath me, his body going rigid for a moment before his arms wrapped around me. The weight of his hands on my back was gentle, almost soothing, but the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine that settled low in my belly. My body reacted instantly, heat pooling between my thighs. I bit my lip, worried he might feel the dampness seeping through my shorts onto his jeans, but when his cock stiffened against me, my resolve to move evaporated.

I stayed where I was, perched sideways on his lap with my legs stretched out along the couch, my side leaning against the solid wall of his chest. my face was still nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and the scent of him. It was warm, musky, and intoxicating as it made my head swim. Slowly, I pulled the blanket higher, covering myself from the waist down. It was reckless, I knew, like standing too close to an open flame, but my need burned hotter than reason. I had to touch myself. I mean, the most sensitive part of myself. The thought was maddening, but the ache between my legs was unbearable. Maybe, if I was careful enough, I could get away with it. My breath hitched as I slid a hand beneath the blanket, inching it down toward my throbbing pussy. My fingers brushed the damp fabric of my shorts, and a thrill of embarrassment mixed with excitement coursed through me. Ignoring the wet spot, I pressed my fingertips against the slick seam of my slit, teasing myself through the fabric before daring to dip beneath it.

The moment my finger slid inside, I had to stifle a moan. I quickly moved to my clit, tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure radiating through me. My breathing grew shallow, but I fought to keep my movements subtle, careful not to alert Luis to what I was doing. So far, he hadn't noticed or if he had, he wasn't saying anything.

I rubbed faster, desperate to climax before I got caught. The hardness of his cock pressing against my ass only added to the intensity. His hard cock pressed against my ass was really helping me out with that, but it was also pure torture to have him so close but not inside me. I thought about it, though. I imagined straddling him, his thick cock driving into me, stretching me, claiming me. The thought of him filling me completely, marking me as his, sent a delicious shudder through me. My fantasies went deeper, my mind racing ahead to him cumming inside me, owning me in a way no one else ever could. The idea of him impregnating me wasn't new. It was a secret, forbidden fantasy I barely let myself acknowledge. He'd never understand if I told him.

Lost in the haze of my thoughts, I barely realized I had started rocking my hips against him, grinding my pussy against the hard ridge of his cock while my fingers worked frantically beneath the blanket. I was seconds away from release when his voice, low and stern in my ear, brought me crashing back to reality.

"Emma," he said, his voice deeper than usual, carrying an unmistakable edge. He didn't sound angry, more like he was struggling to restrain himself.

My hand froze instantly. I buried my face against his neck, so close that my lips brushed his skin. The temptation was unbearable. I flicked out my tongue, dragging it slowly across his warm flesh.

My goodness, he tasted divine. He groaned, his cock twitching beneath my ass.

"What are you doing?" he growled, his voice a low, unsteady mix of frustration and desire.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you fingering yourself on my lap?"

"I'm sorry, Luis," I whimpered, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. "I can't help it. I just... I want you so badly."

When I finally mustered the courage to look up, his eyes were locked on me, dark and heavy with lust. The sheer hunger in his gaze sent another warm gush of arousal to my fingers.

"Don't you want me, Luis?"

I slid my hand out of my shorts and brought my fingers to his mouth, trailing them along his lips, slick and glistening.

"Don't you want to taste me, Luis?"