Evan and I continued having sex nearly every second day of the week. We would go out, have dinner and then return to either his place or mine and have aggressive sex. It was a friends with benefits relationship I admittedly thoroughly enjoyed.
Two weeks after, Evan and I were eagerly stripping in my apartment's kitchen and our hands were eagerly exploring each other's bodies. We held each other closely and or tongues ferociously lashed at the others. We were both down to our underwear and I got down on my knees to suck him off when I heard someone knock on the door.
'They'll go away,' I mumbled through my breath.
I pulled Evan's boxers down and immediately seized his big dick in my hand before the knock on the door appeared once again. I groaned and pulled Evan's underwear back up.
'Who is it?' I called out as I gathered my clothes and wriggled into them.
'Cassidy, it's Alex. Open up!'
My eyes shot to Evan who looked at me humorously. I threw him his clothes and banished him into my bedroom as I put my shirt on over my head and after making sure I had everything on properly, opened the door to my brother. He looked rather distraut so I welcomed him with opened arms and sat him down on the sofa.
'Alex, bro, what's up?' I asked him.
'It's Stacy. We're both stressing out about the wedding. I've got my studies and work to worry about and so does she and we barely have time to talk let alone have sex, and the stress is getting to us and I can't deal with this!' Alex threw his hands up dramatically in the air and ran them through his hair. I sat down next to him and put my arm around him.
'Alex, it's okay, calm down,' I said soothingly, 'the stress is just from having little time. You can easily work around that. You don't have to worry about the wedding; you love her and she loves you. It's a perfect match. All you have to do is set aside a specific time where you can have some alone time with her; put aside your work and your studies and spend time with your fiancee, even if it's one hour a day.'
Alex looked over at me and wrapped me in another hug.
'Thanks, bro, you're the greatest,' he mumbled in my ear.
Alex went into the kitchen not knowing what was about to go down there and helped himself to a glass of water. After sculling the drink, he looked at me excitedly.
'Speaking of the wedding, I have a huge favour to ask you,' he said.
'I'm not stripping at your bachelor party,' I said jokingly.
'Haha, very funny. No, that's not it. I was wondering if you'd be my man of honour!'
I jumped up off the chair excitedly and eagerly accepted, wrapping my brother in another friendly hug. He told me he'd give me more details on a later date and then excused himself so he could go see his wife. After I shut the door and locked it, Evan appeared from my bedroom with an impressed look on his face.
'What?' I said almost viciously.
'That was a nice speech you gave him,' he said as his taut upper body tempted me to ravage him, 'I didn't know you were the lovey-dovey type.'
'I'm not,' I said as I closed in on him, 'I'm just good at giving love advice to other people.'
'Really?' Evan said with a grin.
My face was inches away from Evan's and I stared at him with a satisfied look on my face. We stood in silence before I realised that I had my arms wrapped around his neck and he had his hands on my waist. Any form of romance was strictly forbidden from our relationship so I quickly pushed him off and went to sit down on the sofa.
Evan sat down next to me with that sexy yet annoying smirk on his face. He reached over to my TV remote and switched it on to a sappy love story movie.
'Do we have to?' I moaned.
'I bet it's the greatest thing on right now,' he said, shrugging his shoulders.
Making sure to keep an un-romantic distance from Evan, we watched the love story from the beginning. It was typical and predictable; boy meets girl, boy loves girl, boy does girl wrong, boy apologises to girl, boy marries girl. The plotline bored me to tears and it eventually bored me to sleep. I let out a loud yawn and let my head fall down onto Evan's shoulder.
I tried to fight the compromising position I was in, but I was way too tired and way too comfortable. Evan had his arm around me and held me snugly next to him and his body was better than any blanket I could have used. My fatigue eventually won the fight and I soon fell asleep snuggled up with Evan.
The next morning, I woke up in a startle when I realised that I was lying on Evan's chest and he had his arm around me tightly. My startled scream woke Evan up and he looked at me with a big sheepish grin on his face.
'Good morning, sunshine,' he greeted me.
I playfully punched him in the ribs and got up, looking over at the clock to see it was 6 in the morning.
'Sarah's probably wondering where you are. You should probably leave.'
Evan didn't fight me but instead got up and retrieved his things. He went to the door and twisted the knob, but stopped and turned around to look at me.
'You know, I would've sworn I heard you mumble something in your sleep last night,' he stated.
'Oh really? And what was that?'
Evan's sexy smirk crossed his face and he pulled the door open.
'My name.' And with that, he shut the door behind him and left me standing in shock in my apartment. I vocally denied that happening but I thought about the possibility of it being true.
It couldn't be true, it just couldn't... could it?