In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

Prologue

                         The Dream

  When you’re a teenage virgin drowning in a sea of raging hormones, there’s nothing more welcoming as a tantalizing sex dream, STDs, awkward first dates, and painful heart break.

  Here I was, smack in the middle of one. Have fun, my subconscious self seemed to communicate to my conscious self. After all,was running this show and I was just a happy bystander; I was eager to see what. he had in store for me. Dreams like this were far and few in between.

But I knew this was a very different kind of sex dream from my other dreams. The air smells of incense and is heavy with humidity an exotic one.

  I am reclined in a bed not my own but one I recognize as I looked in the dark room. It was a simple space, the windows open; plain white curtains bellow softly over the warm air that pours in accompanied by the soothing rain from right outside.

  Okay, subconscious, nice job so far. But where’s the lucky guy? Please let it not be Mr.Wong, my ninth grade English teacher again. That was such an awkward dream and I couldn’t look him in the eyes without blushing for the rest of the semester.

I see a men coming towards me from some indistinct place, as if appearing out of thin air with a glass of red wine. He’s foreign to me, and yet in this dream, I seem to be okay with this half naked man approaching me. Dressed only in long, loose black pants, his muscled chest draws my attention by walking towards me. I look hard at him because I feel like I must know him. I feel so at ease in his presence. But there’s no light save, and his features are shadowed.

  I squint hard and I can make out a few details. His short light brown with highlights, his broad shoulders, his skin and smooth over the waves of rounded muscles. I can’t believe that he’s mine. At least for this one dream he is.

  I feel suddenly more supple and soft, more like a man, a contrast to his hard edges and impressive brawn. The attraction I feel for him is overwhelming. He is definitely not Mr. Wong. The men sits on the edge of the bed and leans in slowly to kiss me on the forehead. I don’t scream “rape” or dig through my bag for my trusty hot pepper spray attached key chain ring, but instead, I offer the stranger a sly, inviting smile.

  I should note that this is not how I am at all in reality, where the furthest I’ve gone is second base for two seconds with Tommy Moss, the lifeguard at the beach last summer. Of course, he’d wanted more, but I’m not that type of guy. I guess when dreaming, I’m a certified whore though.
  Like now. But his lips are like fire on my skin. I stare into his dark brown eyes, pools of brown, mysterious…almost haunting. Definitely hungry.

  It sets off an alarm. Is he a vampire? Will this dream turn dark all of  suddenly? If so, I’m not sure I would put up much of a struggle. I decide it’s about time my junior high obsession with Twilight bled into my unconscious psyche.               

  “Drink,” he commands in a whisper, but his penetrating gaze suggests there are other things on his mind besides my hydration. I let the cold liquid, infused with cinnamon and sweetness, slide down my throat. He takes the glass from me and sets it on a bedside nightstand next to a book covered in words I cannot read. English? Thai? Why the hell do I care right now? I scold myself.

  Get to the sex part! What are odds that  I don’t feel quite myself in this dream. I’m there, but I’m not. Who is this man? He’s nothing like the 17 year old me. I am now with short ash blonde hair, with a bad sense of fashion, and a sex life is as a 90year old nun in hospital care.       
     
  This men is experienced, and he seems to know what he wants and it isn’t a second glass of wine. I suddenly realize I’m in for wild ride during this dream. And I’m all in. The man and I smile at each other like lost lovers reunited.  

  That face, is familiar. He caresses my cheek with his long fingers, like if he was admiring a peace of art. I blush at his soft touch. I don’t want him to stop. I feel I will die if he stops. I’ve never had a dream like this. He tenderly kisses my neck and I pull him closer, an invitation for more, an unspoken “yes” to what his body is asking from me to do. “I’ve waited so long for this, Bas,” he whispers into my neck, in between sultry kisses.

  That voice…I know it from somewhere. It sounds so familiar. But I can’t place it yet. If only I could see his face more clearly. Happily, he doesn’t drain me of my blood, but instead leans into me. His mouth meets mine for the first time. He kisses me slowly at first, and then loses control and consumes my lips with his, feasting on me.

I want more much, much more than what he is giving me and I’m actually afraid he may stop or I might wake up before I find out what happens next. 

  Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Stay asleep, Bas! My thin, bath robe is open, and my chest unite with his firm chest. He slides his hand down the inside of my thigh and I instinctively open up for him. Our bodies merge in a sensual pleasure I don’t yet understand as a naïve teenager, but I’m more than willing to explore in this dream. Unknown pleasure radiates and overtakes me. I moan in my dream, his mouth to my neck…a climax of sensations ripple through my body.

Oh. My God. My lucid mind inhabiting my still virgin body wonders. Is this what it’s really like? It’s breathtaking. It’s the best dream of my whole life. Please don’t let it end. I want to find out who he is. The morning sunlight breaks through the window over the calm after the storm.For the first time, I can see his face clearly over me.

  The mature man in my dream seems to love this face, but the teenager I am now jolts awake in utter shock. Him? Not him! Has my subconscious turned on me? Could it really be this cruel?  The alarm clock screeches next to my bed. I hit the snooze out of habit even though I am more than awake.

  The dream still dominates my thoughts and my body which only makes me feel slightly sick to my stomach, because I know exactly who he is now. And it makes no sense at all. Copter Panuwat Kerdthongtaveell? Rude and arrogant Copter? The one person I completely and utterly loathe? No not just loathe. Hate. Detest. Despite with Overything that I am. Reality slaps me in the face and as I recall what I had just done in that steamy, x-rated dream. Or rather who I just did. Holy crap. I just had dream sex with my best friend’s brother.

I realized that I'm in love with my best friend's brother.

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