Brother’s Little Birthday Girl

Chapter 1

Yawning, I roll over in bed, but then I run into something hard. My eyes fly open, knowing it”s not one of the many stuffed animals I share my bed with. For a moment, I still think I might be asleep when I look into the same green eyes I see in the mirror every day.

“Knox?” I whisper. If I’m still dreaming, I don’t want to wake up. It’s been years since the last time I saw my brother.

“Happy birthday, sis.” A slow smile spreads across his face, and he leans forward, his mouth brushing against mine.

“You’re really here?”

“Of course, I’m here.” He rubs his nose against mine, and it’s exactly the way he’s always done it. “Told you I’d be back.” He’s right. When I saw the note he left on my vanity, I rushed to his room in confusion.

We shared a bathroom that connected our rooms, and I used to sneak into his bedroom at night because I was scared of the dark. I had to stop when Mom told me that I couldn’t do that anymore. Lucky for me, Knox never followed the rules, and he was the one sneaking into my room. He didn”t give a damn about getting grounded since he always stayed home with me anyway. The only thing he ever did outside of school was play football, and we went to all his games.

The morning I found the note, I searched Knox”s room, but he wasn”t there. All of his things in the bathroom had disappeared, along with most of his clothes.

Knox pulls back the fuzzy blanket covering me. “You look good in my shirt, sis.” He strokes his fingers across the front of the shirt, over the lettering from his old high school. In the process, Knox”s thumb brushes across my nipple, and my breath hitches. “Maybe I should take it back.” He gently tugs on the material, but he gets my nipple at the same time.

“I’m only wearing panties,” I tell him.

“Really?” He lifts the shirt to get a look for himself because he doesn’t believe me. He pulls it up too high and reveals my stomach and the underside of my breasts.

“Knox!” I wiggle as heat rushes to my face. I don’t know why I’m being shy. He’s seen me getting changed in the bathroom plenty of times. I always kept the door open. Heck, when we were younger, we bathed together, but I guess my body has changed since then.

“What?” His brows are pulled together. “It’s just me. You never cared if I looked before.”

“It’s different now,” I whisper.

“Because you’ve got tits now?” Knox slips his hand under my shirt, cupping my breasts. “I think they’re still growing.” I open my mouth to protest and then snap it shut. My body is having a reaction that I can’t explain. “I’ve changed too, little mouse,” he tells me as his callused thumb drags back and forth over my nipple.

“Where have you been?” I can barely get the question out as my body heats.

“At first I went to Aunt Bee’s. Then college.” Knox leans forward and buries his face in my neck. “But don’t worry. I’ll never leave you again.” He kisses the tender skin there, and I let out a small gasp. Then I feel his tongue tasting me. “Or maybe you should worry.”

With that, he rolls away from me and off the bed. I’m left there panting as I watch him stand. He reaches into the front of his sweatpants to adjust himself, and I see the outline of his hard cock. Once again, my body responds to this in an unusual way, and everything south of my bellybutton clenches.

“Better go before the parents find me.” He winks, then disappears back through the ensuite before shutting the bathroom door behind him. A second later, a knock sounds at my bedroom door. Mom pokes her head in, and I notice Dad lingering behind her.

“I made your favorite breakfast, birthday girl. Hurry up, we’ve got a big day,” she encourages me.

“Morning.” I smile at both of them and wait for them to mention my brother. Neither of them do, but then again, they never talk about Knox. They get tense anytime I say his name.

“Happy birthday,” Dad responds, and I crawl out of bed.

“Hey, sis.” Knox pushes past our patents, making the door open wider. He comes straight for me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Happy Birthday.” He lifts me off the floor and spins me around once before my dad protests.

“Put her down,” he snaps.

”You need to put on shorts or something.” My mom hisses at me.

Knox doesn’t acknowledge them but slowly puts me back on my feet. I feel his hard cock press against my stomach, and he winks.

“Peter will be here tonight,” my mom chirps, and I groan inwardly. What is their new obsession with Peter? My parents homeschooled me to keep me away from boys and are now trying to push my dad’s friend”s son on me. It”s been happening for the past few weeks.

“Cool,” I say and force a smile. I wasn’t super excited about my birthday party tonight, but now I’m even less excited. It’s not only because of Peter, but I wanted to hang out with my brother and catch up.

“Come on, son,” my dad orders. “Let’s eat. You can help me with some chores around here.”

“Later, sis.” Knox kisses me on the cheek, and I watch him go.

“Shorts,” my mom reminds me again when my brother disappears down the hallway.

“Okay!” I roll my eyes and change. When I come down for breakfast, I find both my dad and my brother are gone.

Mom starts talking about a million things for the party before dragging me out of the house for the day. While we’re out, I get a new dress, and I don’t tell her that I chose a dark blue one because it’s Knox”s favorite color. After the dress, she took me to get my hair and nails done.

By the time we get home, I have to go straight upstairs to get ready for the party. Once I’m done, I go to peek in Knox’s bedroom, but the door is closed. Part of me wonders if he invited any of his old friends to the party tonight. Knox was always popular, and I get jealous thinking about what new friends he might have wherever he’s living now.

When I hear a sound coming from his room, I freeze. Then a second later, I realize he’s groaning. Thinking that something’s wrong, I rush over and fling open the door. I gasp when I see him standing there naked with his hand wrapped around his cock.

His eyes meet mine. “Sis,” he grits out then starts to cum.

“Sorry,” I mumble before closing the door and racing downstairs.

The party has already started, and there are several people here. My mind races as I replay every detail of what I just saw. Was he holding a pair of my panties? And did he have a tattoo? I swear it looked like my name written on his chest, but that can’t be right. It all happened so fast.

“Layla.” My mom calls my name. “Come say hi.” She motions for me to come over, and my feet move on autopilot. “Are you okay? You’re flushed.” She puts the back of her hand on my forehead, and I lean away.

“I’m fine,” I tell her.

“How about I get you a drink?” Peter cuts in. He doesn’t wait for a response and grabs my hand to lead me away. “I brought a little something fun to celebrate.” He lifts his shirt to show me a bottle of alcohol. I’ve never drunk before, but maybe one won’t hurt.

After what I just saw, I’m going to need it.