My Brother's Best Friend Ch. 10a

And then she backs up off me, grinning.

"You're getting even for earlier." I smile.

"Yes." she laughs.

"Feline, Baby. I'm flying so high. This was the best idea ever. You're the best girlfriend. Seriously. I never would have done this if you weren't here." I nod, feeling very much like expressing all I'm feeling at that moment. She's smiling and blushing and stammering, and I grasp her to me and kiss her again.

"Let's go see the reaction." I whisper, and we giggle like we've just cracked the biggest conspiracy. Yes, I actually giggle. Mushrooms do that to you.

Feline and I walk back into our circle of friends and immediately Pat tugs on one of Feline's bat wings.

"Sis..." he's trying so hard not to have another laughing attack. And it's funny watching him lose.

Soon, Pat is giggling, and his sister just shoves her hands in her little front pouch pocket and pretends not to know what he is laughing his ass off at.

More of our friends start to notice Feline's little cozy getup, and they laugh their asses off, too. She stands there beaming, making all our friends laugh and chuckle at her tiny, batty ass. She does a hilarious little dance, flapping her wings, shaking her cute butt, that bat tail doing a little wave, as if beckoning me. What a round, little ass. Obvious even in her costume. Plump. Perfect.

I feel my cock twitch in my cargo shorts. O shit, my friend is capable! Well....damn. Wasn't sure earlier. I can feel my monster grow and immediately have to think of something else to distract myself. Wow, what a bizarre feeling: getting hard!

Suddenly, Feline is dragged down into Jess's lap, where she is held down and tickled by Chad's Amazon goddess as we all look on and laugh.

My girl is getting the tickle torture of a lifetime, and the scene is doing nothing to lessen the monster now half-mast in my shorts!

Eventually, Jess lets Feline up, and they hug each other, cry-laughing.

Chad sidles up to me, and we watch our two girls hug each other, panting and laughing.

"Damn, your girl and my girl give me all the wrong ideas." Chad muses.

"Chad." I warn my friend.

"Brother. I'd never...you must know that by now!" Chad's eyes are just as black as everyone else. He's got a playful look on his face. Nothing to get upset about. He thinks Feline is sexy. And she is. And what? I'm gonna be a hypocrite? Pretend I'm not sitting here trying to suppress a rager, watching the two of them?

"You're right." I say. "Apologies. I was out of line there." and we smash fists. "And, if I'm being honest, your girl and my girl give me naughty ideas too. I'd just want to watch. Nothing more." I'm being brutally open right now.

Chad grips my shoulder. "We're only men, brother. Weak men. Slaves to our cocks." he chuckles.

"Cheers to that." I say to him, pretending to smash a beer can into one he doesn't have.

"I can do better than that!" Chad exclaims. "BABE! Will you and Feline beer us, honey?"

Feline gets up immediately and goes to our cooler and gets two beer, tossing one to her friend. And then she does something that makes me laugh and love her, even more. She cracks it and drinks half.

Jess laughs and follows suit. And then the two of them just sit there, drinking and staring at us and smirking.

Chad and I can't help but laugh, and several of our friends follow suit.

My babe cracks first and delivers fresh beer to Chad and I. But her little act of defiance was so adorable and bold. Fuck. I want to turn her over my knee and....

"Well shit. I want one." Pat comes and sits with us as Feline hugs Angie and offers her a beer. Feline and Angie are close to the same height. Angie's got a couple inches on Feline, but who doesn't? She's a cute little brunette with dark brown eyes and freckles all across the bridge of her nose. She came down to one of our beach parties all by herself, and my boy Patrick leaped on that opportunity.

My best friend has never been without dates. At university, he even has a couple regular lovers that come over often. At one point there were four of them, and watching him perform a juggling act between them all stressed me out! I don't know how he sees so many women at the same time. I'd like to see him find his one and only. It's ultimately what he wants. We've talked about girls and women our whole lives. He wants a wife and family. But he won't settle, and I understand that completely. So, my best friend and brother plays the field. And little Ang is no exception, I'm sure. She's sweet and pretty, but even I know she's not for my boy, Pat. And never will be.

Pat wants his 1980s Rocket Queen. Black mini skirt, teased hair, pink bubblegum leather jacket, and the whole bit. Someone with attitude, that can drink him under the table. Someone smart and sexy that will keep him guessing, wanting more. Someone loud and bold, like Patty.

He's been searching for her for years. I keep telling him she exists. I hope my buddy isn't giving up hope and settling for someone...even though she is a sweet kid.

Feline comes over with a beer for her big brother, and he kisses her on the cheek.

"You look cute, Cat. This thing is hilarious!" Patrick's fingering her little wings again and chuckling.

"Come sit with us, Patty?" Feline bags and Pat comes and sits right beside me. Grabbing his little sister and seating her on his knee. Hugging her like she is precious cargo. Which she is. The most precious.

She curls up in his lap and tucks her head under his chin. The family resemblance in uncanny when they were this close.

I beckon Pat's little lover over as she is looking unsure of herself at this moment, and I grab her and deposit her on my knee.

"There." I tell her. "No more looking awkward like you want to join but don't know where."

"Thanks, Shawn." she smiles. She's a cute thing.

"No prob." I tell her and smash my beer can into hers.

Eventually, she and Feline trade spots and I pull my girls' back up flush with my front and mold her hips in my hands. Those magnificent hips. I know she loves it when I do this. So I keep on with the gentle shaping of her, like flesh clay. She's putty in my hands so fast. I slide her back, so I am cradling her against me, which allows me to lay a few gentle kisses on her lips.

I see her eyes dart to Pat and back to me. I know she's nervous. But, Pat doesn't care. He wants his sister to be happy, and that's all I ever want to do, make my Kitten deliriously happy.

I glance around the party, everyone is seated at the fire, some are drinking booze, most aren't. And the scent of Jess' joint factory is ever present. And quite nice.

The moon is up high now, and it's getting easier to see things again. The ocean looks like an unreal wall of black, ebbing and flowing. Huge walls of waves that crash and shimmer out in ways I've never seen before. Waves that defy reality. Gigantic curls that look like something out of a tsunami movie! Unreal!

The trees look like they are on green fire! It's not alarming in the least. In fact, it's beautiful. Little green flames licking at the sky!

Psychedelics create intense visual anomalies. I'm impressed.

"I love you." Feline whispers into my ear, kissing my throat.

"Baby..." I smile at her.

The back of her head is on my chest, and she's looking up at me with those huge eyes. Usually so blue. Deep blue seas. Not right now. Now they are black. Completely.

We sit for a while and watch our friends and the visual show the mushrooms are giving us.

At some point, Feline gets up to turn her music off so Nate and Nic can get their guitars out and entertain us. Nate encourages his fiancé, Jenny, to sing. She has an incredible voice!

Nate and Nic play us several songs. Traditional O'Connor clan Irish folk songs and Jenny's voice carries over the beach in an unearthly way. Haunting. Beautiful. I had no idea she could sing so well.

"I want to record her!" Feline tells me. "God, she would sound incredible in a synthwave track."

"You've got all the equipment." I tell her. "I don't know why you don't start producing, Kitten. I love your DJ sets. I listen to them all the time..."

"YOU DO?" she interrupts me, eyes gleaming, hopeful.

"Hell ya. I've got a whole jogging playlist with a couple of your sets in there." I tell her.

"I still can't beat match very well." she says, slightly pouting.

"You're getting there, babe. I've got a timeline of when you started last year. You've come a long way." I nod, gazing at my girlfriends' phenomenal beauty.

Feline giggles softly. She has the sweetest, loveliest smile. Straight, white teeth, and she never had to have braces like Pat and me! Those rosy, plush lips, still so plump even over her grin. Her whole face lights up. I know I'd do anything just to see that smile.

After a time, the guys ask Feline to put something "fun and dance-able" on. My baby, the hot-rod driving, computer coding DJ, she knows just what to play. Instead of using Carla's stereo, she suggests we take this to the car parking lot, just up the hill.

"I want to play this on my system." Feline grins, bouncing on her heels. "Let's have a parking lot rave!" she laughs, raising her hand and pumping her fist.

"I'm fuckin' DOWN!" Benny jumps up. "Parking lot rave!"

Chris is right behind his cousin, towing their women up the hill.

We all follow Feline and hang out around her car, passing another couple of Jess' joints around, as my Kitten starts the stereo in her Firebird and hits play on the set I know for sure is one of hers. It's recent. I think she recorded it last week and sent it to me. I've had it on repeat when I do my workouts.

It's not synthwave or industrial, it's straight up old school 90s trance. The good stuff. Kinda psychedelic. Definitely NOT progressive. She told me it was all her Aunt Lacey's records. That she had been paying more attention to the electronic music collection her Aunt had. Learning about the artists and the era.

What Feline doesn't know, and neither does Pat, is that I had been blowing off steam at an underground dance club for about the last year. I just wanted to lose myself in music and be anonymous, with no one other than myself to worry about. Now I'm starting to regret that decision, as Feline's latest mix has me wanting to take all of us and transplant us into the underground dance warehouse known as Palladium in downtown SF. Fuck, it would be amazing to be high like this, at a real rave with all the lasers and insane sound system!

Feline takes my hand and this time SHE makes ME dance with HER. We all have a full on dance party in the parking lot of our camp site. The stereo in my girl's car, bumping hard!

I'm having the time of my life dancing with all my friends. I watch as Feline swings Jess around, and then Angie, taking her brother Pat with them. And then she grabs Nate's fiancé Jen and Jon's girlfriend Larissa and joins hands with them, spinning in a spiral. More joins the circle, and then more, until Lisa grabs me, and we're all spinning and laughing together.

I feel like we're children again! There's such an alive innocence right now, under the spell of the mushroom. Everything is fun! All of us are up for anything. All it takes is one person to suggest it, or make the motions. The smiling faces of the men I grew up with, and a several of the women, make me feel exhilarated and free. Safe. Like nothing could ever touch us. Like, at this moment, we're all one. Connected through time and space. Enveloped, in love. Children of the beat.

Eventually we break off again, and I find my girlfriend, Feline, being sexy as fuck on our makeshift, dance floor. Something has shifted in the way she is moving. I've never seen her dance like this! Has the substance we are all on allowed my babe to let herself go? Those curvaceous hips, even now disguised by her adorable costume, move in time with the beat. She raises her arms and rolls those hips in time with the music! Eyes closed.

I stand back and watch her. She's mesmerizing. Hypnotizing me with fluid leg movements in complete harmony with the rest of her body. Awkwardness totally gone, she hasn't a care in the world as tendrils of that thick, luscious hair spirals out all around her. Accentuating her movements.

For a moment, I don't see anyone else. Only my Kitten as she moves and sways and twists her hips to the bass line of 90s trance. I recognize the song. Orbital's Adnans. I have everything they've ever done on CD.

I am completely smitten by this girl. I've never wanted anyone else so badly in my life. I'd go on dates with other girls in high school, women in college, but it would always end the same: me going home alone, wishing no PRAYING for Feline. I couldn't bring myself to even kiss another girl. I got close once.

Grade 12. Emily Peterson, my prom date. We'd been dating off and on all year. Every couple of months, she would break it off with me because we never did anything other than hold hands and hug. I knew in my heart, even then, it was Feline or no one. I wanted her to be the one and only person who I shared all my firsts with. Hell, I've known my whole life. Even in the innocence of childhood. Pat and Feline were my best friends, ARE my best friends. And I knew even when we were children that I wanted to grow up to be with her. It's always only been Feline.

Suddenly, my angel opens her eyes and sees me watching her. That pretty, delicate blush is probably staining those velvety soft cheeks right now. It's hard to tell in the moonlight, but I know my girls' bashful look.

Feline holds her hands out to me, smiling huge. It's then I notice how much my face hurts from grinning ear to ear. I'd find this to be a common "problem" during the entire night. A good problem to have.

Striding across the "dance floor" I take my lovers' hands and then give her a spin and dip. I can hear her laughter over the stereo. We begin to move as one. I've never felt her dance like this! She's full of confidence and I don't think she even realizes it! Her adorable costume makes me smile. But I honestly wish I could see her actual body as she is dancing. She's so sensual. Fluid. All her movements coordinated. I find myself so proud of my babe as she takes me in her arms, twisting and dipping her hips in my hands. Rotating them now, up against me.

I recognize the last tracks of Feline's trance set as it starts to wind down. Couples begin to pair off, slow dancing together. The romance in the air palpable. My girl knows how to please a crowd. I hold her to me and tell her everything I am feeling.

"You're the most beautiful thing that's ever lived. It's a God damn honor to know you, Kitten. You know that?" I tilt her face up, so I can look into her eyes as I tell her this.

"SHAWN!" she stares up at me, mouth slightly open in surprise. I take advantage of that surprise, leaning down and taking her lips with mine in one of those soft kisses I know makes us both emotional.

When I pull up, tears threaten the edges of Feline's eyes.

"No tears, baby girl." I whisper.

"You're the most incredible man, Shawn." she cries, tears spilling over her cheeks. "I am blessed. Absolutely blessed to be able to call you my own. My only."

We hold each other in the revelation of our love. I swear, every time we have a moment like this, I love her even more.

"Tell me you love me." she says, through tears, as I wipe them away gently with my thumbs.

"I love you more than life itself." I nod.

She cries out and throws her arms around my neck as I grip her around her little waist and pull her up to me, so we can share a deep kiss.

"You're my hero, Shawn. A true hero full of courage, strength and beauty. I need you. You're the very oxygen that I breathe!" she tells me fiercely, holding my face in her hands, eyes intense. "Fuckin' love you. Love you more than anything."

And then she is kissing me, hard. The gravity of her words hit me like a ton of bricks! I feel deeply emotional at that moment. Unable to articulate exactly what the feeling is. Joy comes to mind. Bliss. Euphoria. Adoration. Love. Deep ecstatic love!

By the time the kiss has ended, almost everyone has seated themselves back at the fire, having left us to it. God, how long have we been kissing?

Feline turns her stereo off and shuts everything down and takes my hands, linking her fingers with mine.

"Will you take me down to the beach for a bit?" She stretches in my arms and smiles. "I want to see the moon on the water. But closer!"

"Yes." I tell her and take her petite hand in mine.

"Going down to the beach. Be back shortly." I say to Pat as we go by the bonfire.

Pat nods, looking over at his sister and shaking his head, chuckling again at her adorably funny onesie.

I lead the way and try to remember my Kitten isn't as fast as I am. She's clinging to my left arm and my hand with both of hers, tightly. She hasn't said a lot tonight, other than the dance floor. She's analyzing this whole thing as she's experiencing it. I know my girl. Little geek. Fuck she's hot.

Eventually we are out of the trees and our feet hit sand. Feline seems just fine with me taking her right down to watch the waves, who look impossibly huge. Terrifyingly huge! And warping in ways I've never seen water move. It's mesmerizing and beautiful.

Both Feline and I stand transfixed, watching the water swell and froth and curl and curve.

"Shawn..." Feline's cute voice.

"Ya baby." I tear my eyes away from the visual show the ocean was giving me and down to my sweetheart.

She's unzipping her adorable little outfit and opening it to reveal beautiful, perky, milky white breasts, topped in pale pink nipples rock hard in the cool of the night. She pulls the zipper down until it goes over her hip and, shaking her arms out, she sheds the garment to the ground in one movement. Stepping out of it, her hair billowing all around her.

She stands there and lets me look at her in the moonlight. She's an absolutely gorgeous vision of timeless beauty. Astonishing beauty. Now she looks like a mermaid who just got her legs.

I grasp her and pull her into me and begin to taste her lips hungrily. She's incredible. God, she's unreal! Feline is an existing person. A real human being that is here, with me, right now! She's an angel sent right from heaven. I know she is!

The way she is kissing me right now probably wouldn't be called angelic. The other side would most likely lay claim to it. Because my girls' kiss is so hungry, so animal, so full of need that I know it's not going to be long before she asks me to make love to her. And I am right as she pulls away, panting, naked in my arms.

"Shawn, I need you." she sighs. "Do you think...Can you? Can we?"

"Shit...I'm not sure, baby. I'm so fucked up right now." I tell her. Willing my libido to win out over the psychedelics.

"Can I try something?" she asks, all sweetness, and I see a glint of mischief in those eyes.

I smirk and feel my member twitch in my shorts.

"I felt that." she giggles.

"Shit! I did too!" I laugh.

Feline drops to her knees before me, and slowly undoes my belt, opening my cargo shorts. The cool sea breeze hits my nakedness, and suddenly I feel very alive.

My baby takes me into her mouth. I gasp at the feeling of her warmth surrounding the head of my cock.

"O! FUCK!" I shout as I start to get hard from her lovely tongue swirling round and round the head of my member.

"Mmmmmmmm." I hear her moan as she cups my balls and gently tugs on one, then the other.

"Well shit." I chuckle, she pulls off me a moment to look at me. "Isn't anything wrong with that little guy."

"Little?" she shakes her head. "There's nothing about this that's little, baby." she grips me and gives my now completely erect cock a small shake.

"You like that big ol' thing in your mouth?" I grin down at her as she licks my ball sack.