Marias brother, Brandon, was 21 and was attending college at Linn Tech. He was hotter than hell itself. He wasn't overly muscular, I mean he had a six pack and could lift and skin a 250lb buck. He was tan and had an ass that I could stare at all day long especially when he would wear his ripped jeans. God he was hot. Brandon had a chiseled jaw, sometimes clean shaven but hotter when he had stubble, green blue eyes, brown hair, and a crew cut summed his looks up. He was an ass sometimes but since I was too chicken to talk to him, he was never an ass to me. We both were country people. I lived and breathed hunting and my family's farm. He lived and breathed hunting and his family's farm. Since he was best friends with my crush's brother, my crush went over to Marias house a lot, which was trouble for me.
My crush was Ryan and he like me was 18. He too was hotter than hell. He had the same build only Ryan had dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and clean shaven. He lived and breathed hunting and farming just like me and Brandon. He could be an asshole at sometimes but he was never like that to me. When we would talk he would take my sweet tea and wouldn't give it back till I said pretty please then he would give it back. It was his way of flirting and I loved it.
Before I tell my story I should describe myself. Great. I'm brunette, long hair that goes to my lower back, and very curvy. Alright I had a big ass and big boobs everybody loved to point them out and I hated it. Blue sometimes green eyes, long eyelashes, oval face, sarcastic as hell, and I too could lift and skin a 250lb buck. Everybody knew that if you messed with me I would beat your ass.
I was downstairs, sitting at the Plassmeyer's desk browsing Tumblr, while Maria was getting to take a 4 hour long shower then at least 3 hours to get ready. She takes a very long time. We were going to the movies with a couple of friends so I had my makeup ready, my curly hair down, skinny jeans, camouflage Bobs and super tight low cut T shirt on. I had to admit I was pretty hot. I thought it was just me and Maria at the house so I decided to snoop around Brandon's room. I was sitting on his bed looking thru some of his Playboy magazine's when I heard two sets of footsteps and Brandon and Ryan's voices.
"Oh shit," I whispered," fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I threw the magazines under the bed only to have them land in plain sight next to the bed. Fuck. I ran to the doorway only to run into none other than Brandon, it wouldn't have been so bad if it would have been Ryan but nope had to be Brandon. Shit.
"Hey what the hell are you doing in here?" yelled Brandon. Ryan stepped out from behind him. "Cayla????"
"I got lost ," this was my big excuse. I tried looking for a way out but Brandon was taller than me and blocked the way. He took a step toward me and I felt his gaze shift to my boobs which were on display. While trying to get out Ryan walked over to the place where the magazines didn't quite make it under the bed.
"That is bullshit you have been coming here for I don't know how long." He had me. I knew then that I was screwed. "Fuck," I let out. Brandon still towered over me pissed as fuck, staring me down. He was sexy as hell even when pissed. Ryan held up the magazines I had been looking at. I guess they really hadn't gone under the bed.
"Uhh, Dude look what she had," Ryan said. Damn. Brandon looked up and smiled that smile that I knew meant trouble. I was doing pretty good, holding my ground.
"Can you just let me leave and don't tell Maria or my parents. That would be great thanks." I said confidence wavering. I was almost in tears and Brandon could see that. He smiled even deeper and his eyes turned a dark green. That wasn't good.
"Babe don't worry. You just gotta do what we say for a while," Brandon's voice was just like silk. I looked over at Ryan, he too was smiling. Shit this couldn't be good.
"Go sit on the bed for right now and let me talk to your crush over here." Damn he had me again. I walked over and sat down at the edge of the bed. Brandon and Ryan started whispering between each other. After what seemed like forever they both turned back to me.
"How long has Maria been in the shower?" Ryan asked.
