Oh! Brother: Hot Valentine
It's the day before Valentine's, and Mary has a surprise planned for Shamus. But little does she know, he has a surprise planned for her. It all backfires when Mary jumps to the conclusion her step-brother is screwing her best friend. But loads of hot make up sex, including a quickie in an elevator and oral pleasure with whipped cream ensue later. More
I walked up to Shamus' apartment door carefully. I was wearing the only pair of stilettos I owned, and I had a hell of a time maneuvering in the things. A thin raincoat was all I wore besides the shoes, and I had a cloth grocery bag full of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and marshmallow hearts. It was the day before Valentine's, and I had decided to return the surprise my step brother had given me two weeks ago for my birthday.
As I went to ring the doorbell, though, I heard female laughter drift through the painted wood. Shamus' voice rumbled low from inside. My heart kicked up its pace, and I tried to quell the sick feeling in my gut. I stabbed a shaky finger into the doorbell.
Shamus' head poked through the slender opening. He didn't unlatch the chain, and I felt my anxiety simmering closer to anger. Who was in there with him? Or was it just the television? The computer? And why was I so upset? The heat that had been throbbing in me dulled, as suspicion put a damper on my mood.
"Mary! What're you doing here?" His smile was too wide, and his voice too loud. He was trying to alert whoever was in the apartment with him that he had a visitor.
I clenched then unclenched my teeth. "Who's in there with you?"
His blue eyes grew impossibly wide. "No one."
I shoved him, but he resisted. "Can't I come in?" Keeping my body plastered against his, I stared up at him. "I wanted to …surprise you, like you surprised me." It all seemed so foolish now. I should've known Shamus would be on to a new conquest, and I'd be forgotten. That was just his Lothario way. But part of me really wanted to stomp the spiky heel of my stiletto into his bare foot.
"Oh…ummmm…" He looked uncomfortable, and my heart sank farther. "Oh dear…"
That was it. I held up on the force, but I poked his big toe with my heel enough to elicit a loud, "Oww! Damn! Why you evil…" And then the rest of his words went unheard, as I caught sight of a blue/black head of hair disappearing into the hallway that led to his bedroom.
"Addy Gerard?" I called out, shock making my voice high and warbly. "Is that you? Why you little sneak…"
A large hand coiled tightly around my arm and held me back. "Mary, it isn't what you think."
I turned to glare at Shamus. "Aren't those the famous last words of every slut?" I ground the tip of the stiletto in harder this time, and my step-brother's shriek would've put an opera singer to shame.