Logan: A Brother's Possessive Best Friend Story

Chapter 5: An Innocent Request

Clearing my throat, I stood unevenly before Logan and tried to catch my breath. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean," he said, "clean up the mess."

I nodded, and then I bent down to pick the chips up from the floor.

"Not like that. Get on your knees."

"He'll be right back," I said, my breath shaking.

"Then you better hurry."

I was not sure what to do, so I got on my knees and started picking up the chips. I had to bend over to do it, and I knew he was looking down my shirt where my full cleavage was on display.

"There's another one here," he said, gesturing to a spot near his feet.

I looked towards the door to the garage to make sure Dex wasn't coming back, but he was not there.

"Don't make me wait, Zara."

"Fine," I said, and I crawled closer to him. He spread his legs in his blue jeans as I got closer, his ferocious eyes still on my chest. I could see a muscle in his jaw flex, and he adjusted his hips so that his crotch was closer to me.

"Crawl closer, Zara."

I started to breathe heavily. Crawling on my hands and knees, I could feel the scratchy carpet on my skin. I was aware of a breeze hitting my underwear in my short mini skirt, and I knew that I was getting wet again as I crawled closer to him.

Logan opened his legs a little wider, beckoning me closer. I crawled inside his knees now, close enough that my face was in between his thighs. He put a big, strong hand on top of my head and gently, slowly, he pulled my face closer to his crotch, until my lips were touching the jeans.

"Open your mouth, baby."

I did as I was told, and my trembling lips touched the denim.

"Wider," he commanded.

I opened my mouth wider, and he used his hand to gently place my open mouth over his crotch.

"Lick me," he said.

So I stuck out my tongue, and I licked at the fabric. It tasted like jeans, but there was something underneath it. Something salty and earthy. Then I felt his dick flicker against my tongue, and I pulled back in shock.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Do you feel what you do to me? Every time you're close, my dick gets a little hard and wet."

I moaned, not sure what to say. My throat had grown dry, and I was wet between my legs.

He kept whispering in my ear. "You're so close to being ready, baby. I can't wait to feel that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. I can't wait to feel you suck me until I come in your mouth."

My chest was really heaving now, and I was rubbing my thighs together to keep from coming at his voice.

"Stand up," he ordered.

At first, I was not sure I could because my legs were so weak, but he placed his hands under my elbows to guide me to my feet. I stood before him, trembling, and suddenly we could hear my brother clanging around in the garage.

"Almost there," Dex called. "Just getting ice."

I looked over towards the door, feeling self-conscious. I tried to walk away, but Logan wouldn't let me. "Come closer," he said.

"He's coming back," I whispered, too nervous to talk.

Logan just put his hand around the back of my bare thigh, though, and pulled me closer to him, in between his legs. Quickly, before I even realized what he was doing, he put a finger on my inner thigh and started dragging it up. He was only an inch away from my underwear.

"Do you want me to rub you?"

"We can't," I said, looking nervously over my shoulder. "He'll see."

"He won't," Logan said, his finger trailing further up, until it was grazing against the wet cotton between my thighs.

"Beg me and I'll do it," he said.

I was breathing too hard to do anything, and I felt lightheaded. "Logan, please."

"Please what, baby?" he asked as his finger slowly stroked the wet divide between my labia through the underwear.

"Please do it."

He leaned forward. "You have to say the words."

"Please stroke me," I said, feeling my cheeks go red.

He smiled maliciously, and in an instant, He had pulled my underwear aside and he lapped up the moisture between my labia with a quick flick of his finger.

I gasped in shock because it felt so good, so much better than when I had touched myself. It felt like a million little kisses were landing all over my body, like I might explode. And just as quickly as his finger was there, it was gone.

He put my underwear back and dropped my skirt just as my brother came back from the garage.

"Go to your room and finish yourself," Logan commanded just loud enough for me to hear as my brother entered the room and found me standing awkwardly in front of Logan.

"Hey, sis, you're blocking the TV," Dex said, sitting down with a couple of sodas.

I looked quickly to Logan to see if he would give anything away, but he just took a soda from Dex and then looked at me, waiting until Dex turned away to slowly suck his finger, closing his eyes like he was savoring the taste on it.

On shaking legs, I started to walk out of the room, trying to act casual. But that was when the doorbell rang, and I froze for a second, still feeling the sensation of Logan's finger stroking my clit from back to front.

I didn't make it very far before I heard the front door open, and Michael Fitzpatrick called out, "Hello? Zara? I brought the games."

Then Michael came into the living room, where he saw the boys on the couch. "Oh, you guys are already playing," Michael said. "Great. We can play together."

"Oh, hey," Dex said. "Aren't you that kid that used to come around here when you guys were little?"

"Yeah, I'm Michael. I'm just here to see Zara. We have a little video game date."

At the word "date," I turned to look at Logan, and I saw his face fall. Then his expression turned hard, and he looked at me like I had a lot of explaining to do.

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What did you think of this scene? (I feel like Logan's real personality is showing here.)