My Best Friend’s Brother

”Did you sleep well, Molly?”

I swallow. Did Chris ask me that? Is he trying to screw with me?

I answer:

”Yeah, I did, did you?”

He laughs and says:

”Oh, you have no idea how well I slept.”

When I think he will finally shut up and let me drink coffee in peace, he starts again:

”Did you have any particular dreams?”

Julie looks at me and looks at him, but as usual, she ignores us. She is used to both of us acting this way around her, but today he is crossing the line.

I am still staring at the coffee cup.

I decide to play his game.

The table we sit at is relatively small, so I discard my sandal and lift my foot to meet his knee.

I raise my eyes and see that Chris looks surprised by this as he stares at me. He has even lost that silly little smile he had on his face. I slowly put my foot up, the way a smile appears on the corner of my mouth.

He seems mesmerized by me. Julie is looking at something on her cell phone and seems oblivious to what is happening.

Then I answer by looking at him:

”You know, I had a wonderful dream…”

And I slowly walk my foot up his leg. Now he seems to hold his breath for a second, then swallows his breath while still looking at me.

He looks restless in the chair in front of me. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I didn’t tell him to start it. Now he can take the consequences.

I’m tired of him always teasing me, and now it’s my turn to fight back.

I make a few slow movements until I get where I want to go. Chris seems to hold his breath again and looks down. I can see in his hands how much this is affecting him.

I find it funny, and it goes on and on:

”In a spicy sort of way.”

Julie looks at me with a little smile, and now she seems interested.

I put my cup to my mouth and drink some of my coffee, but my foot is still there, making slow, precise movements, and I can already feel how excited I have made him.

Chris looks at me and tries to sound firm, but his voice gives him away even a little when he asks:

”Really?”

I shake my head affirmatively and smile as I say:

”Yes, with my fiancé!”

I remove my foot from where I was standing, return to where I was before, and resume my coffee as usual. I look at him, who raises his eyes in my direction and gives a soft laugh.

I am screaming inside, and I won this one. Chris finally lost that smile he always had on his face.

Julie says she wants more details than that later. I smile. My victory still vibrates inside me.

… Chris…

I need to demonstrate that the flirting that took place between us in the early hours of the morning has not affected me. I have to make that clear to Molly.

She seems surprised to see me here. That’s good, and she’s probably afraid that I will say something that might make her feel embarrassed.

I swear to myself that I will do that.

The feeling of having her in my hands is intoxicating. It puts a smile on my face, making her even more afraid of what I might say.

I like this!

Since I know she is waiting for me to say something, I do it.

As soon as I ask my first question with a double meaning understood only by both of us and ignored by Julie, she gets static, and I love seeing her vulnerable like that.

She answers and thinks I’ll leave her alone after that, but I really can’t.

As soon as I ask my second question, she gets even more nervous. I can see it in how she stares at her coffee cup and looks at my sister out of the corner of her eye to see if she is suspicious of something.

Julie is more concerned about her cell phone than giving us credit for our daily sarcastic comments.

I’m sure I won this one. Even if this is not a game, for me mentally, I consider it to be.

I am already preparing to feel my victory, but I think something else.

I become static. Is this really what is happening? Did she put her foot on my knee?

I look at her, and she has a smile on the corner of her mouth, a smile I have never seen before.

Molly is not making it very easy for me. She’s looking at me the way I’ve always wanted her to look at me.

What the hell!

I can’t think straight because her foot keeps coming up, and I can’t be immune to what she’s doing.

I already told her that some parts of my body have a will, and I think this is becoming very obvious to her now. Because her smile is only getting wider as she answers the question I just asked, and in a very sensual way.

I hold my breath because I don’t want her to know how complicated this is for me.

But I guess no matter what else I do. Molly doesn’t lose that smile on her face. She must be enjoying making me vulnerable like this.

If she puts her foot up a little bit more, I won’t answer for myself. I’m going to forget that Julie is here, and I’m going to throw Molly on that table and do what she wants someone to do.

Molly replies that she dreamed about her fiancé. And just hearing about this guy makes me very angry at that asshole.

But that doesn’t change the fact, nor the state I am in now.

She knows that.

Molly removes her foot from between my legs and smiles as if she has won a battle.

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