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Big Brother’s Sexy Best Mate
     
    I’ve wanted my brother’s best mate, Luke, since I was a kid.  But what started as a fun little crush morphed into one serious case of Fuck-Me-Now lust as I got older.  Not that he ever noticed.  To him I’ve always just been his friend’s kid sister.  Sigh.
    I’ve been secretly lusting after this guy for going on ten years and to say he’s filled out is an understatement.  From a sexy twenty-something with his tight ass and handsome face he’s turned into one fucking hot thirty-something.  Stronger jawline, wider shoulders, thicker thighs, bigger arms.  He looks like a man who’s been working hard, pounding out a living and ramming himself headfirst into life.
    Back when I first met him he’d been a builder’s labourer but I was pretty sure I heard he was some kind of big shot project manager or something now.  Whatever the hell that means.
    I remember he used to talk to me a lot when he came round.  My parents always invited him to stay for dinner and after we would watch TV.  Me and my brother, Ben, would argue over shows and Luke would nearly always side with me.  We agreed every time – a good slasher flick beat the shit out of any other supernatural horror any day…  But then soon after I turned sixteen he stopped talking to me.
    Nah, that’s not quite it.  He didn’t ignore me he just seemed less interested in what I had to say, nearly never looked at me anymore and most of the time he and Ben would just go up to his room.  I can’t remember him ever staying for dinner much after that either.
    Then when Ben moved out into his own flat Luke stopped coming round all together.
    Now here we were stuck in a car together.  We’d just watched my brother get married and since he was the best man and I was the maid of honour we had to drive off together behind the bride and groom.
    Luke was driving and I was staring out the passenger seat window.  I was studying trees, buildings, grass anything to distract me from the aching pulse in my pussy.  I could smell him, aftershave, soap and masculine musk.
    Before I could stop it I got a vision of him in the shower.  One hand planted on the tiled wall, water pouring down like hot rain, his other hand pumping vigorously between his legs.
    I blinked and took a breath then crossed my long tanned legs and squeezed my thighs together to ease some of the pressure .
    I looked at him and instantly regretted it.  He looked fine in a tux, even that stupid bloody bowtie looked hot around his thick neck.  His large hands rested on the wheel and his smoky green eyes were focused on the road ahead.
    Breathe. 
    How the hell can I be so ready to go, as in bend me over the hood and fuck my brains out ready and he b e so unaware?
    “ So.”  His voice came so out of the blue I nearly yelped in shock.  “No date for the wedding?”
    “ No.”  The first thing he’s said to me since, hello , at the church, and it touched a sore point. I snickered and looked out the window.  “Last thing I need is another man telling me who I can and can’t fuck.”
    I threw him a wide, cheeky grin when he coughed out a laugh.  “You speak to your mother with that mouth?”
    “You wouldn’t believe what I can do with this mouth.”  Now we were talking it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity.  I threw him a lopsided smirk and a wink and I swear his cheeks turned pink.  How frigging adorable is that?
    I watched, pleased with myself, as his hands tightened on the wheel, he sat up a bit straighter and swallowed hard.
    He cleared his throat, threw me a sidelong look and changed the subject.  “Tell me about this girl you’re brother’s marrying.”
    “He’s your best mate and you don’t know who he dates?”
    “We sort of lost touch over the last year or so,” he said, defensively.  “I was busy, he was busy.  He said he was dating this girl, he probably mentioned her name a few times but I never really met her till