From Dork to Dapper

I laughed and said "sure," but instead of going to another stall to change, I pulled the top off right there, in front of him. Liam still wasn't looking at me, so I took his chin in my hand, and turned his face toward me.

"Look at me. Nothing will happen if you look at me." I let go of his chin and looked down at Liam's crotch. "Aaactually, I take that back." I quickly pulled on my shirt, so as not to further agonize him. "Do you need to take care of that, or will it go away?"

"I think I can make it go away, just please don't touch me." Liam looked nervous, so I stepped back to give him some space. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, I think I'll be fine. Let me try on some shirts, take my mind off it."

He modeled some shirts for me, some of which I nixed, but most got my approval. Sure enough, by the time he was done trying on all the shirts, his boner subsided. He made us both turn around while he tried on the few pairs of pants and shorts though, I guess he didn't want to take any chances.

A few minutes later, we left the fitting room with a respectable number of shirts, pants, and shorts. Good ones, ones that accentuated his hotness instead of hiding it—like all the other clothes in his closet.

We made our way back across the store to the suit section. Since we'd spent so much time in the fitting room, the alterations were already done.

Liam tried on the altered clothes one more time, and I could barely contain my thoughts and feelings about how hot he looked. I managed to keep things chill though, and we were done there in no time.

The store had filled up while we were busy, and the checkout lines were quite long. I sent Liam to wait on line, and told him I'd meet up with him soon. I had something I needed to retrieve from the fitting room, but I didn't tell him that.

On the way back from picking up that sexy as hell top from the fitting room, I grabbed a couple of ties and belts to go with Liam's new clothes. When I reached his spot on line, I surreptitiously slid the top under some of his clothes in the wagon.

Then I took his place and sent him downstairs to the shoe store. He could have bought shoes in the department store, but the store downstairs had better customer service and the quality of the shoes was better. Only the very best for this handsome hunk.

After waiting what seemed like an eternity, it was finally my turn to check out. The cashier scanned all the items, and then told me the total. I nearly fainted. All together, it cost more than three months living abroad cost me. I didn't know where the hell I'd get the money to pay for all of it, but I swiped my credit card, knowing that I had at least a month to figure it out.

With the full wagon, I was no longer able to take the escalator, so I found the elevator bank and pressed the down button. I had to wait a few minutes for the car to arrive, and once it got there, the old clunker took another couple minutes to descend one floor.

I wasn't too disappointed though, because I did some delicious fantasizing about making out with Liam in the elevator. I don't know what the other people in the elevator were thinking about me, but at that point I was so elated that I didn't even care.

I ran out to load all the bags into the car, then met Liam at the shoe store, where he had already picked out a couple of decent pairs of shoes. We spent another half hour there, after which I charged another insane total on my card.

I must have looked worried, because Liam tried to pull one of the pairs of shoes out of the bag. I slapped his hand away.

"Remember what I said earlier?"

Liam frowned. "Yes, but—"

"No buts," I said, then thanked the cashier, grabbed the bags, and walked out of the store.

Liam rushed to follow and tried to protest, but I wasn't having it, which I made known in no uncertain terms. I think I may have actually frightened him, because he stopped protesting and followed me quietly to the car. We loaded the shoes into the trunk, then walked around to the front of the car. I was about to unlock the door, but then stopped.

"Are you hungry?"

"Famished."

I pointed to the pizza shop a few doors down from the department store where I'd just practically maxed out my card, and Liam nodded.

"I'm buying though," he said, his chin set.

Any other time I would have argued with him, but I didn't really have the money for that anymore.

I raised my palms up like I was surrendering. "No arguments from me."

We ordered a pie to share, which we totally went to town on. We were so hungry that we barely talked while eating. While Liam was finishing his third slice, I went up to the counter and got the last couple slices wrapped up to take home, figuring they'd end up as Liam's lunch some time that week.

When Liam finished his last slice, he wiped his hands and got up. He started to walk toward the door, when I stopped him. "Ice cream?"

He thought for a moment, head cocked to the side, then said, "Why not. It's not like I have any swim meets coming up anyway."

We got our orders and sat back down at the table, where I proceeded to seductively lick my ice cream. Liam pretended not to look, but I could see the flush rising in his cheeks.

After a minute of me licking, he whispered, "Please Em, you're killing me!"

I smirked, but stopped licking the ice cream and ate the rest with the spoon.

When we were done, Liam placed his hands on his stomach and groaned. "Em, I am so full. Why did I eat so much pizza??"

I too put my hands on my stomach and felt the food baby that appeared. But I couldn't help thinking of the other kind of baby, the real kind, the one that I would die to have with Liam.

Liam knocked me out of my reverie by snatching the car keys from my hand. I grabbed them back, and we walked to the car, jostling each other with our shoulders the whole way there.

We settled in the car, and I began driving. Liam took off his glasses and fell asleep soon after, sleeping peacefully at first. But after a few minutes, he started making noises. Soft moaning noises, ones I had never heard from him before. At a traffic light, I looked over at him, and saw his cock pushing at his pants, straining the fabric.

I figured he must have been having a sexy dream, and hoped it was about me.

A loud honked startled me, and I looked up and saw that the light had changed. Embarrassed, I accelerated and sped forward. Liam stirred, but didn't wake up. The honk must have factored into his dream somehow, because he went back to moaning.

I had to keep my eyes on the road, but I heard his breathing intensify, then a minute later, a louder groan, different from the other ones. Then he was still.

At the next light, I looked over at Liam and saw him sleeping peacefully. I imagined myself spooning with him in bed, his hands on my body.

I got a little too deep into my fantasy, because the driver behind me honked again, repeating the events of the last red light. This time though, Liam actually woke up.

He sat up, looked around, then looked down at his pants. He gasped and grabbed some tissues from the box on the floor. Before his hand placed the tissues on his pants, I snuck a quick look. The fabric of his pants around his crotch looked darker, wetter.

I sucked in a deep breath. He'd had a wet dream.

Liam quickly arranged the tissues on his pants and turned to his right side, curling up to the door.

"Liam."

No answer.

"Liam?"

Still no answer.

"Liam!"

He groaned, was quiet for a minute, then whispered, "I'm so embarrassed."

I turned the corner at the next intersection, pulled the car over, put it into park, and shut the engine.

"Liam, please, talk to me."

He whispered a barely intelligible "no."

"Please!"

I put my hand on his arm and pulled toward me. He squirmed out of my grasp and pressed his body even closer to the other side, almost becoming one with the car door.

I unlocked the doors, got out of the car, and walked around the front. Liam pushed down the button to lock his door, but I used the key to unlock it, and pulled the door open before he could lock it again.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the seat. Then I stepped into the car and straddled his legs, closing the door behind me. Liam covered his face with his hands.

"Liam, it's okay. These things happen. You don't have to be embarrassed."

"They happen when you're 12, not when you're 18," he said, taking a large breath in between words.

I sat up straight and looked around. With tremendous luck, I had managed to pull over next to a cemetery. The large trees growing over the gate shaded the car, affording some privacy.

I leaned forward and kissed Liam on the neck, then on the back of his hands, which were still covering his eyes. I placed my hands on his, and slowly peeled them off his face. Liam looked as far left as he could, avoiding eye contact.

I scooted forward on his lap, placing myself squarely over the remnants of his wet dream. I could feel the wetness begin to soak my jeans as well.

Liam shifted under me, still looking away. So I placed my hands on his cheeks, then kissed him, hard, and seeking. He didn't respond, but didn't fight me off.

I moved my hands to his shoulders, then kissed a trail down his razor sharp jaw to his neck, where I planted a kiss on his bulging blood vessel.

"Please," I whispered, close to tears, so upset that he was upset.

Liam must have heard that in my voice, because he looked at me, then sat up.

He took a deep breath, then blurted out, "Em, I've never—I haven't—it was my first time—in the fitting room."

I cupped his face again and kissed him, a small, soft kiss.

"And then, when I was sleeping, I relived it, in excruciating detail."

"Excruciating?" I pulled back slightly, disappointed.

"Exhilarating." Liam pulled me back toward him and kissed me, the same soft kiss I had just given him. "Exhilarating, but so terrifying. In such detail. And then I woke up and saw my pants. Em, it's been years since that happened to me. And right in front of you, no less."

"What were you embarrassed about?"

"All of it. That it was my first time, that I had a wet dream. That I must look like such a kid to you."

"No Liam, no," I said, shaking my head. I took his face in my hands again.

"You'll always be my kid brother, but gosh, that's not how I'm seeing you right now. All I see right now is a hot, sexy as fuck guy, the most handsome, perfect man I've ever laid eyes on."

Liam's face flushed bright red. Then he grimaced and looked away.

"Liam, where did you go? What are you thinking about?"

He hesitated, then took a deep breath and whispered, "Did you really mean that?"

"Every. Single. Word." I said forcefully, punctuating with kisses on his lips.

He shook his head. "You can't—it can't..."

"Liam, I don't know who hurt you, who convinced you that you are nothing, but like, have you looked in the mirror lately?"

He shrugged.

"And it's not just your looks. You're funny, sensitive, caring... Liam, any girl would be lucky to have you."

He shook his head again, his eyebrows knitted.

"I don't know what I can do to make you believe me. But I swear, I mean every word."

Liam looked at me, his gorgeous green eyes piercing mine. He must have spotted the conviction in my eyes, because he nodded.

"Can we go home now? I kind of need to change."

I kissed him one last time, said "sure," then maneuvered into the driver's seat and turned on the car.

When we got home, Liam stayed in his seat, looking around nervously. "Stay there," I said, "give me a second."

I popped the trunk and pulled out a few of the bags, then walked around to the front passenger seat. Liam opened the door and took the bags from me, holding them in front of his crotch. "Thank you," he whispered.

It took me two more trips to unload the rest of the bags from the car. Once I brought everything in, I sorted it, sending the washable clothes down to the basement to be laundered. I stashed my top in a separate bag, which I shoved into my room just in time.

Liam came out of his room, wearing a fresh pair of pants. He took the bags from me and thanked me again. I kissed him on the cheek, then went to check in on my mother.

* * * *

I gave Liam space the rest of the day, but couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him.

That evening, I spent extra time with my vibrator, bringing myself to orgasm three times—just from thinking about Liam, about what had happened that day, and about whether he was doing the very same thing one door down.

* * * *

The next morning was a repeat of the previous one; I woke Liam at 10am again, and he drowsily came downstairs and ate breakfast.

"Where to today, Drill Sergeant?"

Under the table, I kicked Liam's leg good-naturedly. "Optometrist," I said, between bites of my omelet.

"Optometrist?"

"Yes, sweetie, that's an eye doctor."

Liam kicked me back. "I know what an optometrist is. Why are you taking me there? My prescription is fine."

"We're getting you new glasses. And contact lenses."

"We are?"

"Mhmm," I said, chewing my last bite of egg. I swallowed.

"Your glasses look like they belong to a nearly blind octogenarian. It's time for new ones. And you don't have to wear the contact lenses after your graduation, but we're getting them so you can wear them then."

I leaned forward, across the table, looked around as if I was making sure no one else was there, and stage whispered, "We're going to make you the hottest guy there. Show all those assholes who've bullied you."

Liam stared at me like I was crazy. I wasn't. Crazy in love maybe, but not crazy.

I stared back, my arms crossed, challenging him to argue.

Liam clenched his jaw, but said "Fine." Then he went back to eating his breakfast.

I pumped my fist in mock excitement, and Liam muttered "weirdo" while still looking at his omelet.

"But you love me for it," I whispered in Liam's ear, after getting up to put my empty plate into the dishwasher.

Liam blushed but didn't say anything.

* * * *

Our trip to the eye doctor was highly uneventful. Liam got his eyes checked, chose new frames, and learned how to put the contact lenses in. The optometrist's assistant gave him a pack of sample lenses with his prescription, promised us the new glasses would be ready in three days, and we walked out, without having spent a penny. Thank goodness for health insurance!

Aside from texting Liam to make sure he was building up tolerance with his contact lenses, I left him alone the next few days. I didn't want to annoy him too much, too quickly.

On Thursday morning, before taking my mother to the outpatient center for treatment, I picked up Liam's new frames from the optometrist and brought them back to the house.

When I knocked on Liam's door, he grunted. I opened the door and saw him intensely gaming on his laptop. He turned his head and looked at me for a second.

"Sorry," I whispered, "glasses." I put the case on his bed and tiptoed out of the room. As I closed the door, Liam called out, "thank you." I rolled my eyes, but it was purely for my benefit, because he was already completely focused on his game again.

My mother slept in the car on the way to and from treatment, so I had plenty of time to think about something that had been bugging me. For days I had been wracking my brains, trying to think of a way to show Liam how amazing he actually was. To prove to him what I told him the other day, that any girl would be lucky to call him her own.

Only a minute before I pulled up in front of the house, it came to me. After helping my mom get into bed, I ran to my room to plan.

The next morning dawned warm and sunny, perfect weather for an outdoor graduation ceremony. While Liam was showering, I snuck into his room and grabbed a few things. I made a trip to the store to get some more supplies, then came back to the house to help my mom get ready for the graduation.

It took longer than I expected, so I had to rush to ready myself. But it was the perfect excuse to drive my mom's car to the graduation, instead of joining the rest of my family in my dad's car.

I finished getting ready just as my dad pulled out of the driveway. I loaded my arms with all the supplies I had gathered the night before and that morning, and managed to get it all to the car in one trip.

I drove to the graduation, my heart pounding in excitement. Not for the ceremony, but for what I had planned for afterward.

When I got to the high school campus, I parked the car, then teetered across the lot to the football field, where the ceremony was about to begin. It took me a minute to locate my parents, but once I did, I squeezed between the rows and made my way to the seat waiting for me.

From where I was sitting, I wasn't able to see Liam, so I had to wait through all the speeches and all the other graduates getting called up, before getting to see him. I'll be honest, I wasn't very patient.

When Liam's name was called, I could practically hear all the eye-rolls. If I hadn't been so eager to see how he looked, I would have been pouncing on my seat neighbors. I truly don't know what makes people think they could be so cruel.

As Liam walked up to the podium, however, there were numerous audible gasps from the crowd, mostly from his classmates. I'd bet $1000 that none of them recognized him when he sat down in his seat along with the other graduates. But they definitely saw him when get got up.

I didn't get to see Liam before we left the house, because I was so busy getting myself and my mother ready. Seeing him up there, sans-glasses, with his crisp white shirt, expensive tie, fitted pants, and dress shoes poking out of his hunter green gown, literally took my breath away. And I don't think I was the only one.

When Liam stepped off the other end of the stage after receiving his diploma, I wiped away a tear that I hadn't noticed slipping out of my eye. I looked to my left and saw my mom, and even my dad—who never shows emotion—wiping away tears too.

We sat through the rest of the torturous ceremony, my patience completely gone. As all the graduates threw their caps into the air, I ran down the bleachers toward Liam, pulling him into a hug and crushing his cap that he had just caught.

I looked up at my smoking hot brother, who was absolutely beaming. He said something that I couldn't hear because of all the noise. I shook my head, my eyebrows conveying my confusion.

Liam bent down and said, "Thank you so much Em," then left the slyest of kisses on my ear before straightening up again. I squeezed him one last time, then let go.

We walked together to meet my parents at the reception, where we ate some soggy food and took pictures. My mother started getting tired pretty quickly, so we decided that Liam and I would go to the lot and bring the car closer so my mom wouldn't have to walk.

We found my mom a shady place to sit, then walked toward the lot. On the way, we passed by a group of graduates. A couple of them came toward us, and Liam paled instantly, his smile completely gone.

"Hey, Liam, we're having a party at Tucker's later," one of the guys said, slapping the kid standing next to him on the chest with the back of his hand. "You coming?"

I glanced at Liam, who looked completely terrified. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

I stepped forward, getting right up in the stuck-up kid's face. "No, he's not coming. He's too good for you, you abusive assholes."

The kid stood up straight and puffed his chest, but his friend, Tucker, pulled him back. "Leave it, Emerson, he's not worth it."

I jabbed my finger into Emerson's and Tucker's chests alternatingly, punctuating my words. "He's every bit of a man that you are. And more. Now get out of here before I engage my fists."