I had been living with the Johnson family for four years when it finally happened. I can't say I regret it, or that it was wrong in any way, after all Mike wasn't really my brother.
I guess I should start telling you the story from the start. When I just turned fourteen my life was turned upside down. Both my parents died in a horrible crash and I was left in the care of strangers, as my family had no close relatives. After a year as a foster child Marie and Theodore decided to adopt me, not that they needed to, but it was better than having to go to the social service every time I needed something official like a new passport or to be allowed to leave the country. And I had gone from being Sammi Gearer to being Sammi Johnson, at least on all legal papers.
It all started the week after I turned 18 when we went to Spain for two weeks to celebrate my "coming of age" as Marie liked to call it. My new parents were in their mid-fifties but they didn't seem to like the thought of growing old, so these trips were something we always did twice a year since we could afford it though we weren't extremely wealthy.
After packing our bags and running to the departure gate we could all sink into our seats. I sat with Mike, who is two years older than me, but doesn't act that way. Mike stole the window seat as he always do, and after an angry look at him I sat down in the middle row sulking. I'm not really a very vocal person. I've never been, but it only got worse after my parents death and Mike was the only one I would open up to, and then only sometimes.
As he looked out the window I looked over at him, the one really steady thing in my life, and smiled a little. Since the first time I had entered the Johnson family house I had, had a little crush on Mike. And though I didn't like to admit it to myself I could still feel a small shiver run through my body when I looked at him. Mike was a little under the normal height for a guy his age, but what he lacked in height he made up for in... Well everything else. He was on the wrestling team in his college and had gotten strong lean muscles from all the hours spent training or performing and his white skin stretched perfectly over his muscles. He always smiled and had a smooth yet rough quality to his voice that always made me melt. Combine that with his hypnotizing blue eyes and his ruffled dark hair and he was in every way a God in my eyes.
I looked away quickly when he looked back at me afraid he would see the heat that was slowly rising in my cheeks, but as always he was oblivious to the small details that I, as a photographer and writer, always found so very important. Question marks were shining from those caring yet sexy blue eyes of the guy I was supposed to see as a brother.
"What's wrong Sammi?" He said in that slow way he always spoke to me in, as if he was afraid he would scare me away if he raised his voice even a little. "Oh nothing, just wishing I for once could get the window seat," I said, successfully keeping my voice from shaking. Mike gave me a quick flashing smile as he recognized my sulking pose and shook his head. "Early bird gets the worm," He said and picked up his newest fantasy book from his coat pocket as if to stop me from complaining more. I didn't actually care about the window seat this time, I only wished I had my camera with me so that I could have taken a picture of how perfect his silhouette looked against the strong sun outside. I picked up my note book and started scribbling down a quick story about a girl who was hopelessly in love with a shadow in my own head wondering if there was any way I could make this erotic on a later basis when I was alone.
Before I could get any more comfortable in my seat my neighbour on the other side fell down into his seat and grinned at me. He was around my age and looked as if he had won the lottery as he studied me much more thoroughly than I felt comfortable with. I knew I was quite good looking with my fiery red hair that hung in light curls down to my back and my big pouty lips that one too many drunk guys in my year had tried to kiss at that last day of school right before this wonderful holiday. But of course this guy was focusing on my next best asset, my breasts that were a good handful with their healthy c-cup and quite perky due to my young age. My greatest asset stayed hidden where I sat on it, if not his eyes would have been wandering between my ass and my breasts instead of just staying at one place. I trained every day too, and my small waist didn't really help the size of my breasts at all so I knew why he was looking. That didn't mean I liked it or approved of it though.
He was not much to look at, just average in everything so instead of actually telling him to move his eyes and risking starting up a conversation of bad pickup lines I put my note book down and put Mikes coat over me, falling asleep before we were even properly up in the air.
My dream was fantastic. Mike was slowly moving his hands over my body revelling in every inch of my naked skin as he put me down on the sandy beach we had been walking down hand in hand. "You are just so perfect, why didn't I notice this before?" he moaned into my ear as his hand slipped under my bikini top and started massaging my breast. I heard myself whimper slightly at the much needed touch as he slowly tweaked my nipple between two fingers and then let his whole palm rest on top of it, moving his hand in circles and continued the very erotic massage. I whispered no escaped my lips as he let go of my breast and spoke again. "I want you so bad, all of you, forever," His voice took on that rough edge he got when he played with himself at night. I had stood outside his door so many times that I knew that tone by heart. His lips crushed against mine just as his hand slipped into my bikini bottoms and played with my clit before sticking a finger inside my wetness. "God you're so wet," was the last thing I heard in my dream before I was woken up by Mike's angry whisper to the guy on the other side of me. His look was nothing like it had been in my dream. Instead of loving and sensual he looked more like he was ready to kill someone.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed. At first I though he was speaking to me and dread filled me when I pictured myself moaning his name in sleep. But then an unfamiliar voice on the other side of me spoke and I remembered my perverted neighbour that had been looking at me and almost drooling when I first decided to go asleep. "She seemed like she liked it," He hissed back though with a hint of fear in his tone. I realized they thought I was still asleep and decided to pretend to be so until I found out what was going on.
"She's asleep for gods-sake, she had no idea what was going on!" Mike's whisper had risen a little in volume, he was getting really angry now. Even under my closed eyelids I could picture how his eyes would turn to ice when he got this mad. But I didn't get much time to think about how he probably looked defending my honour because my perverted neighbour was speaking again. "Well she was really wet, my finger slid straight in. So she wanted it. And what's it to you anyways? Sad that you didn't think of finger fucking the bitch before?" I could feel Mike tense, ready to hit him, but I was a little quicker and slapped him straight across the cheek full force before calling over a steward to explain what he had done to me. The perv was quickly removed from the seat, but in leaving he kept saying he'd find me again in Spain and give it to me rough. I shivered at his cold threat and felt kind of dirty by the fact that it actually made me even wetter to think of him forcing himself on me.
Looking across to the other row I noticed that both my adoptive parents were sound asleep, thank God they hadn't seen any of this. But on the other side of me was someone that had, and I was too embarrassed to actually look up on Mike when he spoke. A quiet are you OK? Was followed by a nod from me before he actually put a hand underneath my chin to turn my head towards him.
"I didn't notice at first, I'm so sorry," He said and stopped me from telling him that it wasn't his fault. "When I turned to check on you he had your skirt up over your stomach and a finger inside your underwear, for everyone to see. And I just wanted to kill him, but I froze, I didn't know how to deal with the situation. I just looked as he put a hand up and pulled my coat away so he could play with your boobs and I froze. I'm sorry," He said again, tears starting to shine in his eyes. He had always been kind of over protective, so this was probably horrible for him. I kissed his cheek carefully, after checking that me clothes were on properly after that pervert touched me, and rested my head on Mike's shoulder. "It's not your fault Mikey, he was the bad guy and you saved me from him," I whispered, feeling high on gratitude and just finding Mike hotter than ever after saving me.
Looking down at his lap though, I saw something I hadn't been prepared for, he was hard as rock. And he was huge! I went back to sleep on his shoulder and dreamt of having his huge cock inside me, making me his the way I wanted him to. I slept, dreaming about Mike, until we landed in Spain.
