I reach the button of his jeans, popping it free and Asher pulls back just slightly before I follow his mouth with my own, keeping him in place so he can't look at what I'm doing.
I'm afraid if he does, it'll all stop, I'll lose my nerve and he'll realise I'm his best-friends little sister and we shouldn't be doing this.
Because we shouldn't be doing this but we're doing it anyway.
My fingers slip beneath the thick fabric, skimming the soft cotton of Asher's briefs and I take a silent breath in before curling my fingers around the hard length beneath the briefs.
Asher sucks in a harsh breath, pulling back from my lips and staring at me.
"Are-" he shakes his head, the action causing a tendril of dark hair to fall into his eyes. "Are you sure?"
I nod, clearing my throat. "Yes, I'm sure." To punctuate my statement, I tighten my grip just slightly, moving my hand up and down, hoping he can't tell Ireallydon't know what I'm doing.
When I said I'd given Dain a hand job I meant that I'd touched him slightly before he'd taken it further almost instantly.
Asher moves silently, lifting me off his lap and setting me beside him on the mattress and a pit forms in my stomach as I watch him get up. He turns to me, eyes on mine as he drags his jeans down his legs, leaving him in his briefs.
He looks unsure for a moment and I'm sure I mirror the image until he moves back onto the bed, sitting up more against the headboard and looking at me.
I get the hint and reach forward, pulling the edge of his briefs down slightly but he stops me with a grunt. "If, at any time you want to-"
"Just let me do this." I need to prove to myself that I can be good at this, that I can make a man cum. To be desirable.
I slip my hand under the hem and with only a slight hesitation, wrap my fingers around his warm shaft.
And then I still, unsure of what to do now. Like I know what to do, pump it, move my hand, you know, do anything! But as soon as I'd touched him that nagging voice in the back of my head spoke up.
This is your best-friends brother! Your brother's best friend. What would they do if they ever found out?!?
Asher's hand wraps around mine, our fingers entwined around his dick and my stomach swoops.
Because that’s romantic apparently.
I roll my eyes at myself but then Asher is pulling my attention to him. "Do you want me to show you what to do?"
"Show me how you like it." I say, the sudden need to know whathelikes overwhelming me.
His lips quirk at the side and he does, righting our grip on his dick before starting to move, to pump his shaft.
He tightens his grip at the head of his cock, curling my hand around the tip before loosening slightly from middle to base and back again.
I watch, transfixed as our hands move up and down his cock, my fingers just meeting around the width of him.
A small drop of pre cum forms at the head, soaking into our joined fingers when we reach his head again.
The breath gets sucked back into my throat and my thoughts hollow out, leaving absolutely nothing in my head.
What was I doing again?
"Like that." Asher rasps, his words like a shot of adrenaline to my system and then I'm jittery, head snapping up to make eye contact with him.
His eyes are hooded, the iris so blown with desire I can hardly see the colour and then he's smirking at me, the look full of that fucking charm I've always loathed or secretly loved. Who fucking knows at this point.
"Think you can do it by yourself?"
I narrow my eyes at the challenge and squeeze the base of his dick, harder than he'd been teaching me and he grunts, flinching forward.
I begin moving my hand when he pulls his away, twisting my wrist at the same time so the up and down motion has a bit of a twist to it.
