Seduction by Sandal

"Where are my shoes?" I ask, trying frantically to get out the door in time. "I know they're around here somewhere..."

"What, these?" I hear. I turn around, and there's Marc, my older brother's best friend, my flip-flops in hand.

"Oh, thank heavens! I thought I was going to be late! Give them here."

"You want them do you?" That little smile always drives me nuts. It's weird. Until just now I never noticed that.

"Yes, I do. I'm late for class." There he goes smirking at me again. It gives me the shivers. He's older than I am; 6 years to be exact. He just turned 27, and I've always liked him.

I take a step towards him and reach for my shoes. He pulls them back and grabs my outstretched wrist. Gently he pulls me to him.

He whispers into my ear, "You know you've grown up to be really something. I didn't notice for a long time. You've kind of been like a kid sister to me. But lately, I dunno. The way you walk, your laugh. The way I can smell your shampoo when you walk by. You're funny and smart and amazingly sexy."

He kisses my neck, and goes on, "So if you want these shoes, you're going to have to let me put them on you."

His hands gently tracing their way down my body, starting at my waist, down my right thigh, over my knee, down my calves, every light touch followed by a tantalizing kiss. He ever so gently places the shoe on my foot, and, just as slowly as before, begins working his way back up, following my leg under my skirt for quite sometime.

When he gets to my waist, I'm very weak in the knees. He stands up, and I steady myself on him. I try to kiss him, but he just smiles at me and says, "Patience." He moves to my other side, kissing me lightly on the neck, and then repeats the whole process.

By this time I'm trembling. I don't know if I can take it much longer. Now he stands behind me, hands on my shoulders, and whispers in my ear, "I've wanted to do that for a while now. you have the most amazing legs. And your neck..." As he trails off, he begins kissing it again, then biting and sucking.

Footsteps. He steps back. Jethro, my brother, is coming. "Yo, Marc, you ready to go to work? Sandy, why are you still here? You were late for class 10 minutes ago."

Marc strides to the door without a backwards glance, and Jethro follows him. It's all I can do to make myself walk out the door and get in my car.

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I was 20 minutes late to my lecture, and what was left of it I don't remember. I barely remember getting to the campus alive. I nearly blew up the chem lab. I'm just glad to be home in one piece.

I open the front door, knowing Jethro isn't home yet. My classes went about 5 hours and he works an 8 hour shift at the home supply store. That's where he met Marc. They have both worked the back room there since they were 16. God, I've known Marc a long time.

When they graduated high school, they decided to get a place together. It's not a bad little place, 2 bedrooms and a finished basement. When I decided to go to college in the same town, they offered to let me move into the smaller bedroom, as Jethro had taken over the basement anyway. He just moved his bed down there, and they let me stay here rent free while I'm going to school.

I think I have one of the coolest brothers ever.

'Marc's not bad either,' I think to myself with a grin. I open the door to my bedroom, and there he is, sitting on my bed.

"Why are you home already?" I ask, puzzled. He and Jethro had the same shift today.

"I kept thinking about this morning and dropping things. They asked if I was sick and I said yes, so they sent me home. You have to pick up J in about 3 hours."

"How ever will I fill the time?" I ask.

He laughs, this really deep, amazing, masculine laugh. I walk over to him, and he pulls me onto my bed next to him.

His eyes. My god, how could I never have noticed? The most amazing pale golden green. His chiseled jaw. His perfect lips. I watched them find mine. The passion in the kiss was incredible. It seemed to suck the air out of my lungs and drown me in desire. His hands running through my hair, holding me tightly.

He pulls free, and looks into my eyes. "I've been around you for 11 years, and I feel like I'm only now starting to know you. So much of that feels like waisted time." He kisses me again, more gently, but still with an all-consuming passion. His hand grazes my leg, finds my hip and he pulls me into his lap. I can feel his hardness pressing into me. Both hands are holding my waist now as I wrap my legs around his back.

I break the kiss so I can pull my shirt over my head and unfasten my bra. My breasts, now free, press into his chest. I decide he should be shirtless, too. I unbutton his shirt and marvel at his perfect pecs, and his toned arms, sculpted my years of hauling rocks and trees and such.

He gently cups my left tit and lifts it to his lips. Tremors shoot through my body. I'm falling into ecstasy. He reaches a hand down, and pulls down his fly, loosing his cock. It's pressing right into my clit through my panties, so I begin to grind, just a little. I hear a moan escape his lips. It's my turn to reach down, and I slide my briefs off to one side positioning him at my entrance. I wait for a moment, teasing him just a bit. I pull him off my nipple and look him in the eyes as I slide my pussy lips down his shaft.

I move up and down, never taking my eyes off of his. Our arms are wrapped around each other, holding the other close. We move together as though we'd been born to be together. I feel the heat begin to spread from my groin, warming my whole being. I can feel that he's getting close, too. We keep moving towards our mutual release, eyes and arms still locked, hearts beating in tandem. Suddenly, I start to come, screaming out his name, as he releases his load into me with a primal grunt.

We begin to slow down, and eventually stop. I roll onto the bed, pulling him next to me. With my head on his chest, I sigh happily. He kisses the top of my head.

"I know it may seem sudden, but I think I'm falling in love with you already," he says a touch nervously.

I don't even have to look up. "I love you too," I say sleepily. We doze off like this, in each other's arms. And though we don't say so for a few months yet, we both know. There will never be anyone else.