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“Conrad!“ I whine as he angles his thrusts in a way that makes my toes curl, I wrap my hands around his back, tracing infinity symbols. He covers my mouth with his left hand immediately
“Quiet, Isabel.” He whispers, bringing his head down to press a kiss to my breast, eliciting a soft moan. “You don’t want your mom hearing how much of a slut you are. Do you?” I shake my head.
“O-only for you” I stutter as he lifts his hand off my mouth
“That’s right, baby” he lowers his hand to bring attention to my clit. I’m so close to what I’ve been wanting for months. I take a deep breath and the smell of Versace Eros cologne hits my nose. Conrad doesn’t wear that cologne, I think to myself, He hates it actually. And then he’s gone, like he was never there at all, like I was left hanging on a cliffs edge, just dangling. It was all a dream. It was the worst betrayal. I roll over to my right side thinking, no, hoping, he'd be there but it's just Jeremiah.
Fuck. Jeremiah. I am getting married and I just dreamed of having sex with my fiance’s BROTHER. He’s the best man. He’s going to be standing next to Jeremiah as I’m walking down the aisle. How will I ever be able to look either of them in the eyes ever again?
My stomach churns with guilt and my breath quickens. I can’t be in the same room as Jeremiah right now. I just can’t. I get out of bed, wincing as my feet touch the cold floor. A few tears fall down my face while I gently tip-toe out of our bedroom and down the hall. Desperate to not wake Conrad. That’s the last thing I need right now I think as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
Shit.
“Belly?” Conrad asks, slightly startled. “It's 12:00am. Why are you awake?” A wave of heat washes over my face, still not over my dream. Thank god the overhead light was off.
“I woke up and needed some water.” I state matter-of-factly as I make my way over to the cupboard. It's not a lie. But it certainly feels like it.
“Let me get it.” He stands up from his spot at the island and makes his way to the sink. “Do you want lemon? A straw, maybe?” He asks in his softest, most caring voice as he grabs a clean cup off the drying rack and begins to fill it up with water. My cheeks burn. Conrad’s gotten me drinks before and I’ve never reacted this way. Granted, he did just rail me in my mind. But still, I should be able to keep my composure over a damn glass of water.
“A straw would be nice.” I say sheepishly, hoping he won't notice my intense blushing over a rather basic gesture. Once the glass is almost full, he reaches over to the drawer grabbing a straw. A blue one. My favourite colour. It’s possible that he forgot after all these years but he’s Conrad and Conrad never forgets anything. I watch him intently as he brings the straw up to his eyes, looking through it like a telescope, inspecting it for mold. Once he knew it was safe for me to drink out of, he put it in the cup and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” I say, taking a sip out of my straw, absolutely positive that he could see the fire in my face by now.
"Can I get you something to eat?” he questions, staring at me like he was observing my facial expressions. “There’s some leftover chicken from dinner.” he smiles and gestures over to the fridge.
“Sure. Only because I seasoned it though.” He laughs and heads over to the fridge on the other side of the room. I follow him, but not too closely, stopping in front of the stove.
"Are you sure you don’t want any lemon?” he asks again as he pulls out a lemon from the fridge. “It's cold and It might help with your-” He waves his other hand in a circle, clearly gesturing to my flushed face. “-situation.”
“Oh, Uhm, sure. I guess” I stammer, embarrassed and almost scared that he noticed my sudden anxiety around him. Conrad puts the lemon on the counter, making sure it wont roll off before turning back into the fridge. He grabs the plate of chicken and places it in the microwave for 30 seconds.
“So, what's wrong?” He says with genuine concern in his voice as he starts cutting the lemon into uniform slices. “And don’t say ‘its nothing’ because you don’t act like this over nothing.”
“I had a dream.” I admit.
He implored, “Like a nightmare? Did you wake him up?” He didn’t say his name but we both just knew who he was talking about. “Did you call your mom? Did you-”
“No. It wasn’t a nightmare” I interject quietly. He stares at me, puzzled, before turning to grab the warmed chicken from the microwave.
“Well then what was it?” he puts the chicken on the counter in front of me before speaking again, “Did you have a sex dream about Harry Styles or something” he retorts. I freeze, just looking at him. I feel a sudden heat pooling in the bottom of my stomach. How did he know I had a sex dream? Is my face too red? Did I make a sound? He looks at me and his eyes widen, “Oh my god! The innocent Belly Conklin had a sex dream!? About Harry Styles?!“
“N-not necessarily.” I respond, nearly whispering, trying to get rid of the unexpected horniness that has washed over me. He takes a few steps closer to me and puts two lemon slices in my water. He is close to me now. only about a foot away.
“Not Harry Styles or not a sex dream?” He asks, looking right into my eyes. He lost the concern in his voice, now he was intrigued.
When I feel ready, I respond with the truth, “Not Harry Styles.” I prepare for him to laugh at me or make fun of me but he just doesn’t. This feels so personal. Like Conrad had access to every secret I’ve ever had. He’d never share them. I know that. Even with that knowledge, I stay silent for a few beats, wanting to leave but also longing to stay forever.
He takes a step forward and asks, “Belly, who did you have a sex dream about?” That line will stay ingrained in my brain forever, the tone of voice, the emphasis on the word ‘did’, the way he said my name, everything. I stay silent as my face flushes even more. He speaks again, “Was it me, Isabel?” He says my full name. Just like in my dream. Heat coils in my stomach, and I need to leave or I’ll do something I’ll regret. Or worse, I won't regret it at all. I grasp my water tightly and turn around. He grabs my arm and turns me around “It was, wasn’t it?” I want to die, but I’ve also never felt more alive. He keeps a tight grasp around my wrist as he waits for my response. All I can do is nod ever so slightly. “Words, please.” I take a deep breath.
“Yes” I say like a silent whisper. I expect him to shut me down, or call me disgusting. But instead he takes the water out of my hands, setting it on the counter, and presses the gentlest kiss to my lips. There’s no hunger, no passion, just pure love, like nothing I've ever felt before. After just a few seconds, he pulls away, wincing like it hurts him to stop.
“Tell me about your dream.” He requests, his voice lower than it was before.
“I-I can't, Conrad.” I say, trying to turn away. He pulls me back and this time he holds my hand instead of my arm
“Okay then, I’ll ask.” He starts, rubbing small circles into my hand. My cheeks are on fire. Hell, My body is on fire. “Where were we at?”
“The living room” I answered shyly, scared. I don’t know why I’m scared. Conrad has never hurt me before. He wouldn’t.
“Yeah?” He asks, picking me up like a baby and carrying me to the living room before I can respond. Oh. He’s doing this. I don’t even try to fight him. My heart just pounds as he sits down on the couch and sets me on his lap. I twist around so that my whole body is facing him. I swear I hear just the slightest groan come out of him once I’m fully seated. “Was it good, Belly? Was I good?” He slides his hand from my upper back to my hips, guiding me to grind down on him. I do, but only a little, so little that he seems frustrated by it but just enough that it makes me feel dizzy. And then my heart cracks open.
“Yes, you were good. You were so good at everything, Conrad.” My brain starts to fog. We haven’t even done anything and all I can think about is how much I want him. “Especially good with your mouth.” I don’t know where that line came from, but it lights his eyes up.
“Really? Like this?” He undoes the first two buttons of my lavender pajama top and dips his head down into my breasts. He catches one nipple in his mouth, sucking like it was the last thing he’d ever do.
“Yes!” I exclaim, a bit too loud for our position in the living room with my fiance upstairs. His left hand makes its way up my torso to bring attention to my other breast, his right hand still guiding me to grind on him. I genuinely cannot remember the last time someone touched me like this, rough, but with so much care, like I was the best thing in the world. I feel my arousal leaking into my panties and I gently push his head away. He immediately pulls his hands away from me, and looks up at me like I just killed his cat. Not being able to touch me physically pains him.
“Wha-What’s wrong” He looks like he’s going to cry and stops me from grinding on him, “Did I hurt you? Belly, I’m so sorry.”
“Nothing's wrong, Conrad” I reassure him as I cradle his chin with my hand. “I just wanted you to kiss me.” And like that all of his confidence comes flooding back and he smashes his face into mine. This kiss isn’t as delicate as the one in the kitchen. It's hungry and passionate. He tastes like coffee and cinnamon. I can feel him getting harder underneath me, I take that opportunity to rock my hips. He lets out a soft groan and shifts his focus to my neck. Kissing and sucking and surely leaving marks.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Isabel.” He whispers into my neck. I let out a light moan. “Do you like that? My voice?
“Mhm’ I say, tilting my head back, my way of asking for more. My arousal escaping from my pajama bottoms onto the tent in Conrad’s jeans. I was sure he could tell, there’s no way he couldn’t. He takes his hand off my hip and slips it just under the waistband of my bottoms, before going any further, he looks up at me.
“Is this okay?” He’s looking straight into my eyes, like he’s lost in them. I nod my head. “I need to hear you say it. I won’t do anything unless you say it’s okay.”
“Yes, I want you to touch me. Please touch me, Conrad” I beg, trying to stay quiet to avoid waking Jeremiah. And just like that he slips his hand further into my shorts and I forget there's anyone else in the world..
“God, Belly, You’re so wet already.” He teases, moving his hand around. Then he finds it, the place I want him the most. He begins rubbing slow infinity symbols on that delightful bundle of nerves and I almost die. Periodically, he'd change his technique to see how I’d respond. My favourite is when he’d gently roll my clit between his fingers.
“Conrad” I gasp. It felt like he was sending shockwaves right up my spine.
“What? Does that feel good, Isabel?” I nod, speechless with pleasure. Without warning, he pulls his hand out of my shorts, I whine at the loss of contact.
“You’re so beautiful, Belly. There is nobody more gorgeous than you are. Not just when you’re like this, on top of me.” I feel his dick pulse with his words. “but all the time, forever.” Conrad presses a kiss to my lips and lays me down on the couch. He kisses all down my stomach and to my inner thighs. He slides his index fingers under the band of my shorts and panties, pulling them down in a swift motion. He presses a soft kiss right on my clit.
“Conrad, I-I never...Nobody’s ever done that to me before.” I stammer. He pulls his head away and brings himself closer to my face
“You’re kidding, right? Jeremiah seriously went down on you?” I shake my head. Conrad looks bewildered, and a bit mad, “Did he at least make you cum?”
“I mean, Yeah. But not every time.” I respond. Now Conrad just looks mad, not at me, I know it's not at me.
“That fucking prick. You don’t deserve him. I’ll show you what you deserve, give you something else to dream about.” and with that he lowers himself back down, kissing my stomach and thighs as he does. He doesn’t immediately ravage me like I thought he would. Instead he starts slow, leaving kisses everywhere. After about three minutes of what he would call admiration and I would call torture, he finally reached the apex of my thighs, he left one last kiss and then he carefully began working my clit with his tongue.
“Ah” I whine, my hand making its way down to tangle in his hair. He was being gentle. I knew he was being gentle. “More. Need More” He backs his head away.
“I’m going to take my time and show you what sex should feel like. What you dream it would be like.” He prods his second digit at my entrance, not quite slipping it in yet. “All you have to do is feel.” He brings his head back between my thighs. This time he flicks his tongue up and down, not at a slow pace but not at a particularly fast one either. His finger slides in, moving in a ‘come hither’ motion. He hits my sweet spot on the second try and I swear I ascend to heaven.
I let out a strangled sound and my hips lift up off the couch. He takes that as an opportunity to lift my legs up over his shoulders allowing for a much better angle. It's almost embarrassing how quickly he's brought me to this point. Taking his mouth off of my clit, he pushes a second finger into me and curls his fingers up, hitting that spot inside me each time he pushes back in. I gently tug on his hair and he lets out a moan that reverberates through my core.
Jere has never been able to make me feel like this, he's never tried as hard as Conrad is trying right now. The comparison doesn’t stop there, Conrad seems much more confident, wanting this much more than Jere did. It’s almost like Conrad gets more pleasure out of this than from me actually touching him
I look back down at him and he looks so gorgeous. I tug on his hair once more and his eyes flick up to meet mine. He pulls me up closer to him by my hips, adjusting his angle. I can feel his fingers hitting my cervix, pushing out little ah,ah,ah’s with every thrust. He's surely bruising it. He reaches to put my hand over my mouth, trying to keep me quiet. Heat pools in my abdomen. I’m close
“Con-Conrad...I’m gonna- I’m close” I whisper almost inaudibly. My legs start to tremble.
He detaches from me for a second to speak, still in-between my thighs, “You gonna cum for me, around my fingers, like a good little slut? Come on, Belly. You deserve it” I’ve never heard him talk like that before. So vulgar, so hot.
That’s all it takes. Just seconds after he puts his mouth on me again, I’m there. Pure white hot pleasure coursing through my veins. Muffled please’s, yes’s, and Conrad’s fill the room. My legs shake and my thighs squeeze together around Conrad’s head. He pushes them back apart, continuing his assault on my cunt. I tug on his hair to tell him it’s too much and he understands. Conrad presses one last kiss to my clit, sending a shiver up my spine. Pulling his fingers out of me, he puts them in his mouth, tasting me, making sure to keep his eyes on me the whole time, looking right into my soul. He takes his hands out of his mouth and puts them under my shoulders.
“Wow.” I say as he pulls me back up into his lap. I can still feel his hard-on. The gentle friction from his twitches is almost overstimulating, even through his jeans. I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his chest. “I need a minute.”
“That good huh?” he chuckles, gently readjusting so he can kiss my shoulder and neck.
“Yeah. Don’t get too cocky though, it’s been a couple weeks.” We stayed in our embrace for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. After about three, Conrad starts moving his hips, looking for friction.
“Belly.“ he starts, ”What else did we do in this perverted little dream of yours?“ Hearing those words come out of his mouth, feeling them on my neck, knowing they were for me, it was like a fever dream. My whole body felt hot.
“Well, why don’t I show you?“ I climb off of him and the couch, kneeling on the rug. I gently push his thighs apart and hook my index fingers over the waistband of his jeans. I look up at him, ”Can I?“ I ask, more sheepishly than I intended.
“Yes, of course you can” I undo the button, then the zipper, and as I’m sliding his jeans off he continues, “Belly, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I slide his jeans off all the way, revealing his black underwear.
“I know. I want to do this.” I reply as I bring my hand up to palm him through the thin fabric. He lets out a strangled groan.
“Belly,” I pull his underwear down and his dick slaps up against his lower stomach. Oh my god. I knew he was above average but I didn’t remember it like THIS. I lift my hand and ever so gently trace my nails up the length of his erection. “Holy shit.” I take his hand and put it up against his mouth. My turn to make him go crazy. I continue with my nails for a minute before wrapping my hand around him and slowly stroking. He bucks his hips and tightens his grasp over his mouth, muffling what would've been a loud sound.
“Gotta stay quiet, Conrad” I tease as I run my thumb along the tip of his cock, picking up some precum and using it to increase my speed. He begins to squirm and I have to put my elbows on his thighs to keep him still. "Stay still." I lower my head to take him in my mouth, focusing on just the tip. His hips buck up immediately, shoving more of himself in my mouth, gagging me. This time he doesn't apologize. I continue at a steady pace, taking him almost deep enough to gag me, but not quite. He takes his hand off of his mouth.
"Holy fucking shit, Belly." Conrad whispers as he puts my hair into a ponytail with his hand. "You look so pretty like this, with my cock in your mouth." He Tugs. I let out a moan that reverberates though him and he whimpers. Conrad Fisher fucking whimpered. "You like that, huh?" he teases as he pulls my hair, a bit rougher this time.
"mhm" I emit, muffled, and his legs start to tremble.
"Belly. Close." he lets out. Conrad fisher can't even form coherent sentences. I use my tongue to swirl the tip of his cock and use my hand to stimulate what my mouth can't. Conrad makes a few more indistinguishable noises before the one I've missed for so long, "Cumming." His legs shake and his hand pulls my hair and pushes my head down at the same time. I feel him shoot into my mouth and I swallow without hesitation. I look up and his face is contorted in pleasure, mouthing Belly's and fuck's and i love you's. Does he think he's saying that? Is he trying to keep it in? I ride his orgasm out and climb back up into his lap, positioning myself so I get some friction, and he just looks at me. It's not a look of lust or ecstasy. It's a look of love, pure love.
"Was that...good?" I ask, shyly. His eyes go wide.
"Belly, that was fucking terrific." He brushes my hair behind my ears. "You are genuinely the most amazing person I've ever known and I care about you so much and I want to know if you would like to take this further. You don't have to. We can stop here and I'd still be so happy. I just want to do more, to make love to you." His eyes are still full of love but there's also a glint of hope there. I really want this, him.
"Yes, Conrad." I cradle the back of his head in my hands, "I want to have sex with you. I want you so much." His eyes go dark as he smashes his lips to mine and once again, it's like a switch flipped in his brain and he knows he can have me any way he wants me. I feel him getting hard underneath me again. Does he even have a refractory period? goddamn.
"God. belly, you're soaked, is that just from sucking me." I grind down on him and he immediately adjusts, swinging his legs back up onto the couch, laying down and putting me right on his hips. I grab his dick and begin rubbing it over my swollen clit. I'm almost ready to slide it in and then I remember.
"Conrad. Protection?" I look up at him, so serious. I cannot get pregnant.
"Yeah, Fuck. Wallet. In jeans" I scramble off of him and down to his jeans, pulling out his wallet and the one condom that was in there, a Trojan her pleasure. He cares about satisfying women even in his condom choice. I climb back up to sit on his thighs, straddling them so I get some sort of friction. I stroke him a few times before I open the condom and slide it on. Once it's on, he wastes no time in flipping us over so he's on top of me. "I like being on top of you like this." He puts a pillow underneath my shoulders and then pushes in, not moving once he's bottomed out. It's a stretch and almost painful, "Tell me when I can move." It's like he knows that he's almost too big. cocky bastard. Conrad slides his right hand down to where we're joined together and then up to rub my clit. "You feel so good around me, Isabel." He leans down to press kisses to my neck, sliding his other hand under my right shoulder.
"Conrad, you can move." And with that he starts a rhythm, a slow grind at first, surely to work me up. How can he do so little but still make me feel so good? He picks up his pace and I nearly scream. "Holy fuck, Conrad! Harder."
"Of course, Love." He angles his thrusts a bit deeper and he hits the spot that makes me see stars and my breath catches. He takes notice and spears right into it every time, leaving me flailing my arms and grasping at his back. "You look so pretty taking my dick like that."
"Love it when you hit that spot.” I lean up to kiss him and then he continues, hitting that spot and rubbing my clit, sending fireworks up my spine. I begin to trace little infinity symbols into his back. My way of saying I love you without actually saying it. After a few repetitions, he does it back, and I just know.
"Belly, I'm really close" Conrad says, voice wavering. His thrusts are getting sloppier and his legs are starting to tremble.
"Yeah M-Me too." He drives into me a few more times before he leans down to kiss me and I feel my orgasm cresting. “I’m coming.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Conrad, I’m coming."
And with that announcement, my body tensed up, back arching like the string of a bow, then suddenly released, my head slumping backward as he exploded into his orgasm, groaning shamelessly into my mouth, kissing me though his pleasure.
Conrad pulls out and falls on top of me, his face pressed against my cheek, his body going completely limp.
"Wow." He says, "I've never felt like that before. You're magical." I chuckle at his post-orgasm remark.
We lay there in peaceful silence for a minute before he gets up. He takes off the condom, ties it up, and throws it in the trash. After disposing of the condom, he walks back over to me and grabs my wrists.
"C'mon, Belly, you gotta pee or you'll get a UTI." I squirm and try to make him let me stay, but it's a futile attempt. "I'll come with you." He gets me up and walks me to the bathroom, his legs still trembling from his orgasm. I relieve myself as he wets a washcloth in the sink, presumably to wash his face. Once I've washed my hands, he guides me back to the living room and lays me down on the couch.
"Conrad, what are you doing?" I ask as he brings the washcloth up to gently wipe my forehead.
"Taking care of you." He finishes wiping off my face and then moves to the rest of my body. Wiping my neck, my breasts, and then my stomach. It's like he's polishing a statue. So careful not to shatter me, to keep me perfect forever. He wipes in between my thighs and down my legs. I glance up to him and he has this look on his face, I can't quite place it. It's almost like he's so happy he's going to cry, but not exactly. Once he decides he's polished me enough, he folds up the washcloth and places it on the side table. Conrad grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, looks back up at me and smiles, and then pats the couch next to him, urging me to come up there. "Wanna watch a movie for a little bit" he looks at his watch, "it's about 1:00"
"Yeah. How about Pee-Wee Herman?" I pull myself up next to Conrad and rest my head on his shoulder, he covers our still-nude bodies with the blanket.
"Pee-Wee Herman sounds great!" He grabs the remote to turn it on.
I look up at him and this time he doesn't notice. I nuzzle my head further into his neck. This is how it is meant to be. Conrad and Belly. Belly and Conrad.
“What in the ever-loving fuck!” Jeremiah screams. I open my eyes, still half asleep and not understanding why he’s upset. He rips the blanket off of Conrad and I on the couch, revealing our severe lack of clothing. Shit Shit Shit. We must've fallen asleep. We shot up immediately, startled. I’ve never seen Jeremiah like this, it was scary. Conrad climbs over me and stands up, fully exposing himself. He was even hotter in the daylight. He takes a quick glance back at me, noticing I'm still nude. He tosses me his shirt off of the floor just before Jere pushes him to the ground.
“Explain. Explain why I go to bed, kiss my fiance goodnight, the love of my life, and then wake up the next morning to you and her naked together on the couch” He’s towering over Conrad now, fuming. Shit. I’m still naked. I quickly scramble myself into Conrad’s shirt, trying to save some of my dignity.
“Jere-” Conrad starts, sadness overtaking his face.
“Belly.” Jeremiah turns his attention away before Conrad could finish speaking. “Is this because you were humping me last night and I pushed you away? I rejected you so you went to go fuck my brother?” Conrad brings his gaze back up to me, hurt. I never humped him
“What?” I say, puzzled. “I never humped you.”
“Uh, yes you did. You kept trying to grind into me and push your tits in my face. You were also making little eights into my back with your nails, it hurt.” Conrad looks at me and I swear I see a little smirk. ”I eventually told you I didn’t want to and then you rolled over and slowly stopped. I fell back asleep and then I woke up this morning and you were gone.“ Oh. My dream. He turns to Conrad ”So, tell me. What did my brother do with my fiance? Did you fuck? Did you play ‘show me yours and i’ll show you mine’? what the fuck happened down here?“ The room goes silent, Conrad sitting propped up on his arm on the floor, trying to cover himself with his hand, Jeremiah standing closer to him than to me, seething. I’m sitting on the couch in Conrad's t-shirt, crying and scared out of my mind.
“We didn’t fuck.” Conrad confesses, rising to his feet. “We had sex. I didn’t blow off her needs so I could get off. I took it slow and treated her like she deserves to be treated and it was good, for both me and her, I made sure of that.” Jeremiah scoffs, turns around, and bolts out of the house. Once we hear the door slam, Conrad gets up and sits next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around me. I don't know whether to lean into his touch or not, but I do.
"Are you okay?" He asks. Wrapping his arms around me in a full embrace.
"Yeah. Just scared." I say between sobs. Conrad doesn't talk, he just holds me, playing with my hair. Eventually he pulls away from the hug.
"Y'know, you look really good in my shirt, Belly." Conrad plays with the sleeve of the T-Shirt.
"You should try mine." He lets out a chuckle
"Maybe one day."