Sex with my boyfriend's older brother

OCTAVIA’S POV 

“Girls, should we go out clubbing?” Victoria suggested on the video call. “I feel as if this might be my last time being a free bird. My fiancé, Liam, won't let me club once we get married.”

Both Nana and Blanche nodded at once as if they've been thinking the same.

I was silent. Lost in thoughts, and I had no idea that the girls were staring at me, waiting for my opinion.

“You've been staring into spaces for a while now, Tavia. Are you sure you're okay?” Victoria asked, worry laced in her voice.

I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled at them. “I'm fine girls, just facing some problems.”

“What problem?” Blanche didn't even let me complete my words, before chipping in.

She's in for all type of gossip.

“My boyfriend’s older brother, Romania, returned from wherever he was, back to New Zealand.” I announced and the girls gasped, eyes widened.

“No way!” They screamed in unison.

“Yes way, and moreover, I'm uncomfortable with him around.” I heaved a sigh.

“What does he look like? Is he handsome?” Nana asked. “ If he is, please connect us. I need a good fuck.”

Others found it funny, but I didn't.

I didn't smile nor frown, my face was just blank.

“I don't know, Nana. He is not the innocent type of man. Very wild and always brings different kind of girls into the house to fuck them.” I whined like a little kid.

I can't concentrate or keep my head straight, hearing some fucked up grunts, growls, moans, whimpers and scream from those p**n stars.

The girls bursted into laughter, while I frowned. “It's not funny girls. It really isn't funny.” I warned sternly and they all stopped laughing. At once.

“So what is the problem now?” Victoria asked and I sighed.

“I just want him out of this mansion. I have been embarrassed on so many occasions because I keep forgetting that I don't live alone with Bernie anymore.”

“Tell us moreeeee!!!” Nana chuckled, wanting to hear every single word I had to say.

“After writing, I made my way to the kitchen in a short and tight crop top which outlined my nipples. He saw me and I was so fucking embarrassed.” I shut my eyes, trying not to remember the scene anymore.

“Wow! That's crazy.”

I purposely left some part out, for the benefit of my sanity.

If I told the girls, they would tease me for the rest of my life until I lose my sanity.

And as an author, my sanity was my most prized jewel.

“I would love to see him. How about we come hangout at your place tonight?” Nana suggested and the girls shouted at her.

“Nana!”

“What? I'm already horny as it is. I think I will play with my toys for a while before coming over.” She smiled. “We should meet by 6pm.”

“You don't have a problem with us coming over, do you?” Nana asked and I shook my head.

“I don't. At least, you all would keep me busy until Bernie returns from work.”

We finally hung up after almost an hour of video call.

My stomach growled for the tenth time since an hour, so I stood up from my bed, wore my flipflops and headed towards the kitchen.

Walking down the stairs, I began to perceive a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.

My stomach growled even more, wanting to have a taste of whatever is being prepared in the kitchen.

To my surprise, Romania was the one cooking.

He was wearing nothing but a grey sweatpants which outlined his huge dick and his chest was bare without any clothes.

He tied an apron, his full concentration on the food he was preparing.

“Someone is a good cook.” I said, announcing my presence.

At least, I wasn't like him who moves around like a creep without announcing their presence to others.

“That's one of my charms.” He said, his concentration still on the food.

“So cocky.” I rolled my eyes and took chips from the fridge before walking towards the kitchen cabinet.

“I'm so hungry.” I rubbed my stomach and sat on the kitchen cabinet, watching as he stir-fry the dishes.

He seemed like a professional, and his veins and muscles were paid actors because they didn't fail to show off.

“Are you falling for me already?” He chuckled and I scoff.

“Fall for you? Bernie is a better cook than you could ever be, why would I fall for a creep like you?”

“I'm better than Bernie in some ways which only you could attest to.” 

Finally, his gaze landed on my middle and I immediately shut my thighs and glared at him.

“You're a pervert, aren't you?” 

“No, I am not. I'm just being straightforward with what I want?” He replied and returned his gaze to the food.

“And what do you want?” I asked, my brows slightly raised.

“Your pussy.”

As soon as he let out those two words, my breath caught up in my throat and my core throbbed like the beating of my heart.

“Wet already?” He smirked but I bit my lips.

“Why would I?”

For a second, he stopped whatever he was doing and walked closer to me.

My legs were parted, giving him access to get into my middle, his huge semi-hard cock pressed against my thigh, earning a tiny soft moan from me.

“See?” He smirked.

“What are you doing?” I asked, shifting backwards.

“I need to get the salt. I bet you wouldn't love to eat a tasteless food.”

 He stretched his hands forward to the cabinet up where ingredients are stored and picked the salt container.

Once he was done, he stepped out from my middle and I released the breath I never knew I was holding.

“You should ask for permission before entering into my private space.” I frowned.

“But you moaned without permission. Aren't you a cunny little bitch?”

My anger rose and I glared daggers at him. “I'm not a cunny little bitch.” I gritted.

“You are.”

“I am not!”

I came down from the cabinet and returned the chips back into the fridge.

“Pervert!” I hit his back and was about running away when he turned around so fast and spanked my ass.

“Soft ass you've got there.” I gasped, eyes widened and cheeks flushed.

“Did…did you just spank my ass?” I asked, not believing what just happened.

“I will again, if you mess with me.”