Family Ties

Seven - Hunter

Another barbeque at the Hatfield residence. It had been two months since Andie and I had started messing around. I wanted it to be more than that, but we'd yet to put a label on us. She was so much more than a fling to me, but I'd been too afraid to tell her that. What if she wasn't ready? What if she wasn't feeling the same way I was? My ego prevented me from finding out. I'd never been such a chicken shit, before Andie. She made me feel things I'd never felt before and it scared the shit out of me. So for now, I was content to just ride on the current wave we were on.

Andie headed for the kitchen for something, and I excused myself to the bathroom. A minute later, I was dragging a giggling Andie into the bathroom with me. It was reckless, with her family out on the patio, but I was addicted to her. We hadn't done more than kissing, a little petting, or grinding over our clothes, yet I couldn't get enough of her. I was taking it slow because I knew she was a virgin. Her first time needed to be special, and I wanted to make sure she was completely sure, before we took things that far. That didn't mean we couldn't do other things though.

"Baby, you look so sexy in this dress." It was a simple, pink, dress with a flowy skirt, and a halter top that tied behind her neck and she couldn't have looked sexier. As I dipped forward to devour her mouth, I lifted her onto the bathroom counter. She didn't protest. In fact, she spread her legs and pulled me between them. I ran my hands up her thighs, pushing the material of her dress up, inch by beautiful inch.

Only for need of oxygen did I break out kiss, but barely paused before I nibbled down her neck. She then shocked me, by lifting her arms and the next thing I knew, she'd untied the material behind her neck and the top of her dress pooled at her waist. She wore a white, strapless bra, that I couldn't help but stare at. For being such a skinny woman, she had a generous amount of cleavage, and I couldn't help but lean down, kissing the tops of those beautiful swells.

"Hunter." She moaned and I rewarded her by teasing the inside of one of her legs, just shy of rubbing her intimately. She added, "Please."

"Please what, Beautiful?"

"Touch me."

I knew where she meant, but I wanted her to say it. She wrote some pretty raunchy romantic scenes, so I knew she had it in her. I lifted my head with a grin, "Touch you where, Andie?"

"You know where."

"Say it."

"Between my legs. My...my pussy, Hunter. Please touch my pussy."

"Fuck." I growled and took possession of her mouth; at the same time, I rubbed a finger over the outside of her panties. I could feel how wet she was and grinned against her mouth. I was about to pull her panties to the side, dying to get my fingers on her bare flesh, when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Shit, had I not locked it?

A very bewildered Dare stood looking at us. His confusion didn't last long, before he cursed, "You fucker!" Then he grabbed me and began pulling me toward the backdoor. I didn't fight him. I should have told him about my feelings for Andie and then this scene wouldn't be taking place. His family was startled, as Dare pushed me out into the yard.

Andie came running out, still straightening her dress, "What the hell Darrin?"

"This fucker touched you?" Dare demanded to know.

"Yes, but—"

Dare growled and tackled me into the ground. He lifted his fist and then I saw stars. I didn't fight him. I knew I was the one in the wrong. I didn't regret getting involved with Andie. Not an ounce of me regretted it, but I did regret not having the balls to tell my best friend about it. Sneaking around behind his back wasn't cool and I deserved a beat down. A second punch to the face, split my lip. A third punch had my head spinning. Thankfully someone pulled Dare off, after that, and then I felt gentle hands on me, and I knew it was Andie.

"I'm so sorry. Are you alright? You look like hell. Do you need an ambulance?" Andie asked and I could hear the worry in her tone.

I placed my hand over hers, which was cupping my face and tried to give her a reassuring smile, "I'm fine." I felt anything but fine. My face hurt, my head hurt, and I had a feeling I'd just lost my best friend.

Everyone else was quiet, but I could still feel Dare's anger. I rolled over and stood. As I straightened, I looked my best friend in the eyes, "I'm not sorry for hooking up with Andie."

Dare growled and tried to fight his way free of Justin, who held him back. I stood my ground, figuring if he got through, I'd take a few more hits, but eventually I'd start fighting back. Yes, I shouldn't have been sneaking around behind his back, but was he seriously planning on beating me to death? His best friend? Betrayal or no betrayal, shouldn't he ask for an explanation before trying to kill me? Ok, finding me standing between his little sister's legs, with her dress half off and one of my hands up her skirt, was solid evidence. I guess he had good reason to want to kill me, I thought with a sigh. There was one fact he didn't know though. I hadn't even told Andie yet, but I was about to rectify that.

"I'm not sorry for hooking up with Andie, because...I'm in love with her." I said and paused, hearing Andie gasp. I couldn't look at her yet, though, or I wouldn't be able to say everything I needed to say to Dare, "I hadn't even told her that yet, so fuck you for ruining that moment. I get it though and I am sorry for sneaking around behind your back. It was a dick move and one that I don't know if I'd be able to forgive, if it were my sister. I hope you can forgive me though, because if you can't, then I can't be with her...as much as it would tear my heart to shreds."

Now I risked a quick glance at Andie and my heart shattered the rest of the way, seeing the silent tears running down her face. She was hugging herself, but then her mom came over and wrapped her arms around her. I nodded, knowing Andie would be well cared for, and then faced my best friend again. He didn't look any less angry and I guess I had my answer. Again, I nodded and then I left. I exited the house that had been like my own, possibly for the last time, and I left my broken heart behind.