Wanting My Best Friend's Brother

August

I heard the car pull up close to our house but I cared less. People came by all the time and it had nothing to do with me. My younger sister, Lorraine would handle whomever it was. She was the social butterfly, not me.

My parents were arguing about a pumpkin recipe for Halloween. The clattering of spoons and forks meant Mum was winning and that Dad was about to cave. She hardly ever lost an argument with him and he was too smart to push beyond his limits.

"The new neighbours are here," Lorraine announced, looking through the peephole in our door. "Can I go say hi, Mum?"

Mum waved her hand in approval and Lorraine dashed out like a golden retriever, slamming the door behind her. I tugged my hoodie forward and got to work on my college application. I wanted to go to Berkeley-my grades were hot cake-but I was scared shitless of having to socialize.

"You'll live," Dad would say and punch my arm like a pal would. Only that I had no friends, no pen pals, no nothing except my family. Thankfully, I was almost done with the social nightmare called high school and was about to move to another point of my life.

I had zero interest in the graduation party since none of my classmates would take pictures with or of me. I was classified as a Born Nerd and worse of all, I was older than most of them because I had to repeat a class. That was before I cleaned my slate and became a straight A student.

The argument was over and the loser had to make lunch so Dad stayed behind to start the cooking. Mum came to sit beside me where I was holding a pen and staring hard at the paper.

"You've been like this for hours, baby. Why don't you give it a rest? You can think of a way to impress Berkeley later."

I nodded, acknowledging her advice but I remained as I was, poking the nib into my desk. Mum sighed and patted my back in solidarity. She was my support system and perhaps the only person who really got me. She knew when to push and not to push me too hard.

Yes, I was a twenty-one year old who loved his mother more than usual.

"Are we gonna eat or what?" Mum said to Dad who cursed under his breath. I needed my earphones to relax but they were up in my room and I didn't feel like going up. Lorraine would have helped if she was not outside, fawning over the neighbours.

I got up, gathered my writing materials and dragged my bag upstairs. Eating lunch was not one of my priorities and they could have my share. Safe within my room, I plopped on my bed, getting comfortable on my stomach.

Under my pillow were my graphic novels, the ones I was too ashamed to read in front of my family. They were not conventional and although I refused to watch actual porn, they were close to the real deal.

Being the first child came with a lot of expectations and when the burden of acting mature became too heavy on me, I hid in my room and indulged in my adult graphic novels. It relaxed me and sent me to sleep almost everytime.

I was drifting off to sleep with my glasses on when I heard laughter beyond my window. I was rarely ever curious about anything but the laugh was unfamiliar. Lazily, I got off my bed and waddled to the window, pulling down the blinds.

It was. . . someone sharing a joke with my sister. I had not heard the joke but from the way they were laughing, it must have been hilarious. The person with my sister was strange looking.

On first thought, I would have said it was a girl from the curly mass of hair but the way it stood and dressed brought the image of a teenage boy to mind. It was about my sister's age and dressed in head to toe black.

Black turtleneck, black jeans pants and spiked black leather boots.

Its thumbs were hidden in its pockets and it leaned against their moving van. When it laughed, it tossed its head to a side and eyed my sister weirdly. Even Lorraine was blushing under the occasional perusal.

It had to be a boy because Lorraine was straight. She was also not as kinky as me so she could not be into whatever gothic phase it was going through. Yet she was entranced by him so much that she leaned in an inch every now and then, her face red with excessive blushing.

His curly hair was dark on top and auburn at the tips. It looked natural but was doable with the right dye or chemicals. I had tried to dye my hair once and ended up shaving it low when it went wrong. I vowed never to try it again and grew my hair out rebelliously long.

Maybe he could give me tips on how to maintain my hair without washing it all the time. It took a lot of time to wash it every morning and clumps got stuck something in the drainage.

Lorraine was gesturing around about something and he was paying close attention. His parents came out and Lorraine said Hi to them. From their weird smiles, it was clear that Lorraine had said Hi more times than necessary. She was anxious to make friends with them and wanted to make a good impression.

I strained to pick up their conversation but while I could hear my sister's excited voice, he kept replying in low tones. He never raised his voice above a murmur and I wondered if it was a strategy to get Lorraine to come closer.

"Corey!" his mother yelled from within. "Come help with the arrangements. You will have all the time in the world to exchange stories with your new friend."

He dipped his head and fingered his curls, pushing some locks away from his face.

"Yeah, yeah, you got to go. See you later today?" Lorraine asked hopefully.

He nodded and received a surprising hug from my energetic sister. Corey went to help his parents while Lorraine crossed the yard back to our side. Did she already have a crush on him so soon?

I felt a thud of sadness resembling disappointment but who was I disappointed at? Lorraine for being too easy or myself for being unable to go downstairs and say Hello?

Whoever Corey was, he was a charmer but luckily for me, I was into girls and only girls. Lorraine could have all the Coreys in the world and I could keep my graphic novels.

Everything was good and I snuggled with my mattress, shutting out like a night light.

August

"Auggie, I need a ride to school. I popped a tire on my bicycle and it went flat," Lorraine whined just outside my door the next day. My nose was buried into the latest issue of my favourite graphic novel author, G.P Miles and I was as naked as a jaybird.

"Ask Dad to drive you," I suggested, grabbing a firm hold of my cock and stroking absentmindedly. She had killed my hard-on with her nagging and it would take a while to get it up again.

"Augggggggggggie!" she wailed and I let my novel drop on the bed. She always got what she wanted anyways. I asked her for some minutes to get dressed and she pranced downstairs.

After dressing, I tidied my room, placing the novel back in its hiding place. I was a maniacal clean person and the slightest dirt got me edgy. My reflection in the mirror was not hot but I was alright. My glasses were on my nose and I slipped my phone into my pocket.

Apparently, Dad had left for work very early and Mum was about to leave too. Her workplace was the opposite direction of Cope High, Lorraine's school and my alma mater. It was up to me to save the day.

"Catch!" Lorraine exclaimed and tossed a set of car keys at me. They belonged to Dad's Mini which he rarely drove anymore after getting himself a Mercedes C230. It partially belonged to me now since Mum would rather die than sit inside a Mini.

The keys hit me on the chest but I caught it before it hit the ground. She clucked her tongue at me and headed outside to wait for me. Mum held me back for a second.

"The new neighbours asked for a favour. It turns out that Mr Parker has not quit from his old job at Dover so he still drives there very early in the morning while Mrs Parker got an emergency call at the hospital she works in. Corey however resumes school at Cope today and needs a ride. Do you think you can drive both of them?"

I cringed from the thought of the sexual tension that would be in the car if Corey joined us. Lorraine could never be subtle and Corey might even encourage her antics. But I had no genuine reason not to help a neighbour.

"I guess I can," I murmured, "since they are both going the same place. Does Lorraine know?"

"No. Why?"

"Nothing," I replied quickly. Mum stifled a chuckle and followed behind me, locking the doors.

Corey was waiting for us on his porch in his signature black clothes. Lorraine hung close like a fly attracted to wasted honey. No turtlenecks today though; his hair was pulled up in a big donut exposing tanned skin.

"Good morning, Mrs St Louis," he said by way of pleasantries and his voice floated to my ears. His voice was husky and musical, sounding both masculine and feminine. However, an electrifying sensation went straight to my cock and it filled out.

Because of a mere greeting? God, I needed therapy.

"Morning, Corey. How's Cope to you?"

He shrugged slim shoulders and jutted out a hip. "Been good, so far. Lorraine and I will be year mates."

That must be the information that was getting Lorraine so excited. Being in Lorraine's class translated that I was three years older than him or thereabout. Lorraine was seventeen going on eighteen and we were already planning her surprise party.

"So August will be driving you two to school. Be good. I gat to run."

She raced to her Camry SE and pulled out of the driveway in a flash. Mum never did anything halfway.

Which left me alone with Corey and Lorraine. They both stared at me and I saw multiple earrings on both of Corey's ears. Boys wore earrings too but he was a complicated person. I could not see any boobs because he was wearing a thick jacket.

Up close, he was looking good enough to eat. I repeat, that I am straight but Corey Parker questioned everything I knew. His eyes were hazel brown and the small lips tugged once in a while to say something to Lorraine.

Automatically, I was horny, hard and could not do anything about it. All because of a teenager.

"Let's um. . ."

"Go to school?" he filled in for me, amused by my sudden loss of words.

"Yes, that," I stupidly said and went to the car. They followed me chitchatting about trending things on the web. While I expected Corey to get in the back with Lorraine, he helped himself to the front seat, sliding in, still talking to my sister.

"You want to sit here?" I asked another stupid, obvious question.

"Yes. Move over," he instructed and I moved to the driver's seat without another word. Lorraine kept talking, settling in at the back and hugging all the space.

When I touched the gear, I accidentally touched Corey's knee and immediately snatched my hand back. He smiled at my awkwardness, saying nothing.

I drove in silence, very aware of his presence beside me. His minty scent was all over the place and my hard-on swelled everytime I took a deep breath.

"We are here!" Lorraine announced and I was grateful that the ride had come to an end. She alighted, squinting at the sun and grinning widely.

"Hurry up, Corey. You have to see the principal and form mistress before classes begin."

Corey nodded and picked up his bag. I was almost sad to see him go and he paused for a second.

"Come on, girllll!" Lorraine pressed impatiently and I whipped around to see who she was talking to. There was no one else there except. . .what?

Corey was a girl?

"One sec, Lorraine," she/he called out behind him. Confidently, she/he got close and personal with me, placing a cool palm on my lap. I shivered from the contact, almost blowing my load into my faded jeans. She was a girl, alleluia!

"Don't touch yourself today. I can smell your cum and I would know if you do otherwise," were the unexpected words she said before withdrawing. My mouth hung open in combined shock and ecstasy.

Though she was gone, I nodded in obedience, widening my legs and looking at my pulsing length. Could I do it? Why should I listen to the command to a teenager?

Yet when I drove home, I kept my legs apart carefully, not wanting to come unexpectedly.

Corey is a girl, I sang in my head as I stepped into my room and took off my humid clothes. What would she do if I disobeyed? My balls drew up at the thought and I gripped the footboard of my bed, shaking from the thought of her punishing me.

I did not question my weird imaginations. I was not normal and I had reconciled with that reality. The big question was what would Corey do when I saw her again?

Corey

Lorraine's older brother, August was a walking, ticking time bomb.

I had seen him the first day we arrived in the neighborhood, watching from his window. I had not gotten a clear view of him and I did not have the chance to ask Lorraine who he was then.

If he stood at his window staring, it simply meant he wanted nothing to do with me, didn't it?

But that was not what his body was telling me this morning. He was visibly vibrating with uneasiness and when he accidentally touched my knee, he almost flew out of the car.

My gender was a mystery to most people and I had seen that it had been one to August too. He was apprehensive, tense and jumpy but damnnnn, was he so cute! He reminded me of a frightened bunny, though he was obviously much older than me.

I was drawn to his quiet submission and I wanted to ruin his innocence for good. While speaking to Mr Vale, the principal, it was all I could think about. When I had given the order, I had no expectations that he would obey. I had no power over him but his reaction told me that he just might.

Lorraine was cool and the opposite of her brother. At lunch, she gave me a private tour of the school and by the time she was done, my eyes were spinning.

"That's the end of the tour for now," she announced, stopping by the cafeteria.

"For now? There's more?" I groaned, slipping behind a table. My legs were killing me and I had very good stamina on a great day.

"You'll see. Take a rest while I go get our lunches."

She skipped to join the lunch line while I took a look around. The cafeteria was of average size and was painted in cozy colours of lemon green and azure. I wrapped my hands around my bag on my laps and watched the other kids.

No one was pointing or staring at me like in Dover. They were more interested in themselves and their friends to care about the new girl. Cope was a lot different from where I was coming from and I was glad to have no one breathing down on my neck.

Lorraine had asked me before why we had moved and I was not entirely truthful. The truth was embarrassing and had been a total disaster on my family's reputation. When it became uncomfortable to get by everyday without being reminded of the incident, Mum was offered a job at a hospital in Cope.

She took it and we moved together. Dad's office would be opening a branch in Cope soon anyways so it was ideal and good for everybody, especially me. I needed some time away from the speculations and accusing fingers.

"Here I am," Lorraine exclaimed, returning with two small trays. "Sorry, I took so much time. The line was so slow because Perfect Bailey was extra picky today."

Before I could ask who Perfect Bailey was, she launched into an explanation.

"I mean, make up your mind before you are next, for God's sake! But, no; Bailey prefers to ask if the pickles are fresh or start a lecture on how cheese is bad for her pale complexion."

She shuddered and sat beside me, still glaring behind her at her unseen adversary. Since we were supposed to be friends, her enemies were my enemies.

"Which one is Bailey?" I asked, looking in the direction she was facing.

"Hmm. . right. .over. . .there! The girl with the stupid hot pink sweater and fringes."

I followed her description and instead of seeing the mean big bully I was expecting, I saw a slim cute girl with blonde fringes, surrounded by a group of other girls. The pink sweater suited her like a glove and she glowed when she laughed, her baby blue eyes glinting.

"So what do you think? Icky, right?" Lorraine waited for my reply and I couldn't let her down.

"Um, yeah, absolutely icky. Major level ickiness."

"I knew it! I knew you would think so too!" She pumped her fist head high in victory. "Everyone else treats her like she is some princess. It grates on my patience. Luckily, you see right through her perfectionist shit!"

I was surprised to hear calm Lorraine swear and it was a little hilarious that she was hung up because of an innocent looking girl. Maybe there was something else going on beyond what the eye could see.

Suggesting that would offend her so I did the next best thing. I turned her head away from her obsession with Bailey and held her hand.

"Forget about Perfect Bailey and let's eat, okay? We can take her down next time."

She brightened immediately and squeezed my hand. "We? You mean. . .are we becoming a 'we'?"

She gazed at me with so much hope that I prayed I was not giving her the wrong impression. Lorraine was beautiful and I was bi but I wasn't into her that way.

"We are already a we. Best friends?" I offered her my hand for a handshake but she drew me into a hug instead.

"Best friends," she concurred and that was the end of the Bailey discussion. We dug into our mac and cheese lunch, hurrying up before the bell would go.

***

"Have lunch with us," Lorraine whined when we walked home together. August did not come to pick us up and she said he had some important stuff going on. For some reason, I hoped the important stuff did not involve a girl in his life.

"I don't want to impose on your family time. I'll just order pizza or something."

Lorraine doggedly stopped in front of me, digging her feet in the ground. "But you don't know the pizza places here. As your new best friend, I am imploring you to eat lunch with us. It would be just me, you and August. Pleeeeeease!"

She pouted and cocked her head to a side like a wounded sparrow. Gosh, I wanted to but August was a temptation. Imagine him being hard while he was driving us to school from me just sitting close to him.

It had taken restraint and Lorraine's presence to stop me from undoing his fly and tormenting him till he choked on a climax. Even the thought of it made my entire body hum with life.

"Okay, fine. Just lunch. No dinner offers or movie nights for now," I teased her, pushing a lock behind her ear without thinking. She froze at the contact for a few seconds before blinking rapidly.

"Yes, just lunch. Now let's goooooo!" She tugged me in the direction of her porch, walking us around a rose bush, her mother's pride. It smelled nice and grew bigger than the ones I saw in flowery shops.

"August, whatcha cooking for lunch?" she announced noisily as I slammed the door behind me. I winced from the noise and subconsciously searched for the chef in question.

Gentle feet made haste to us and I saw the excitement on his face before it crumbled into one of shock.

"I'm making-Corey is here?" he exclaimed, dropping his spatula.

"Funny dish," I joked, making light of the situation to lessen his anxiety. It didn't work.

Immediately, he was as uptight as a taut string and Lorraine laughed at him cruelly.

"Yeah, Corey's here. I will show her my room while you go finish up."

Lorraine led the way upstairs and I followed behind her, my eyes dropping below August's waist. Sure enough, it was there, the boner he had been sporting all morning.