Sweet Temptations (DareToDream & Silver Lining)

[DareToDream]

The sun beat down from the sky, its wicked blades of heat slicing across Cody’s skin, causing him to grimace. “Damn, Sam, it’s hot as blazes out here. Did we have to play ball today of all days?” His words were addressed to his best friend, Samuel Davis aka Sam, but they were only meant half-heartedly. The two men had hung out together since grade school, pretty much becoming inseparable over the years, and shooting hoops was something they enjoyed doing daily, rain or shine. It was brutal that day though, the heat almost unbearable, and both men had stripped their shirts as they played, letting the sweat slide down their skin to drip onto the ground. Sam laughed at his friend’s words as he drove past him, putting the ball in the basket with a nifty little move. “Oh, quit complaining, you cry baby” he said as he slapped his friend on the back. “Suck it up and keep on losing. I like it when that happens.”

Cody laughed, the sound hearty and loud, and immediately grabbed the ball and buried a three pointer. “Keep talking trash, bud, and we’ll see who loses this game.” The words were a challenge and the two men played for the next hour, their bodies pounding the court, skin getting sunburned with every minute, but neither cared. When it was finally over, won on another three pointer by Cody, they gratefully piled into Sam’s air conditioned car and headed home. Leaning his head back against the headrest, Cody slid his hand through his short dark brown hair and sighed. “Damn, man, that was a good game. I’m going to grab a shower at your house when we get there.” Sam nodded and wound his way through the streets, finally pulling into their driveway. “Ok, head on in. Since I’m all sweaty already, I’m going to do some quick yard work.”

Car doors opened and slammed and the young man pushed his way through the front door, thinking only about the cool spray of the shower. He was oblivious to the fact that he was still shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest, but he remembered it when he saw her, causing him to stop where he stood. She was Sam’s sister but every time he saw her, he found it hard to remember that. Molly was…well, Molly was Molly…all sensual beauty, grace and innocence and whenever he saw her, he couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to be buried inside her. But then he remembered she was Sam’s sister and he pushed those thoughts aside. Raising his hand, he waved to her. “Hi Molly!” he said before he continued on his way.

 

[Silver Lining]

What was there to say about Molly? She was a quiet, refined, delicate young beauty who was pretty much the billboard child for the type of girl every mother wanted their son to bring home. She had always been the apple of her parents' eye openly, and despite the doting that they often smothered her with, her relationship with her older brother was a strong one. He had always kept her safely tucked beneath his wing, no matter how old she was. Now, after having graduated at the top of her honor classes and finally freed from the constricting grip of high school, she was soon going to leave the nest. However, she had long since made the decision to stay at home for the summer, for the sake of being with her family before she was rushed off to one of the many prestigious universities that were practically clawing their way to get to her.

Unfortunately, some days called for her to find her own entertainment.

With her parents off at work, and Sam playing basketball...she was left to coop herself up into the living room, curled up on the infamous large, cushioned arm-chair that her father was often found in. The light noise coming from the television filled up the relatively quiet space, as she neared the end of her novel. It was a cliche love story, and though it made her green with envy...as she had yet to even get close to the opposite sex in such a manner, it was also a way to keep her desires at bay. Molly had enjoyed a handful of kisses, but that was all. Unlike the majority of her graduating class, she hadn't slept with a single soul, she hadn't even practiced the exciting activities that came with casual dating, either. Surely there was nothing wrong with her...she just...couldn't find anyone that actually made her want to take a chance. Her family did a swell job at keeping her away from those 'icky boys', too. Perhaps they were more aware of how many stared at her in a less than appropriate manner, than she was. Oh...if only she knew how many wanted her...

Either way, as of late, it seemed as if someone was occupying her own mind. Cody. He was...well, he was Cody, and he was a lot older. To make it even more near-impossible, he was also her brother's best friend. In fact, they had been since they were children...and Molly practically grew up with them both. Her attraction to him was a sporadic, rebellious one...something that could never come to be. She often admired him from afar, wondering why in the world he seemed to raise her blood pressure the way he did. It was unnerving, especially when he came sauntering into her household, shirtless and sweating. Wait, what? Molly tipped her eyes upwards once again, before they caught sight of that delicious body. Oh...god...really? Her heart began hammering against her chest wildly, and slender brows raised in astonishment. Right. A simple, casual greeting...when he was nearly half-naked. When he finally slipped past the living room, she got up, bare feet quickly scampering across the wooden floor. Well, heck! She wanted to know where he was going!

That familiar head of soft auburn hair peeked out from around the corner, and those brilliantly bright emerald eyes glittered in amusement. "Cody," she called out, finally slipping out from behind the wall. She was wearing a simple, short white summer dress that did well in fitting to her curves, showing that she had long since matured in body and mind. "What...are you doing," she asked, giving him a playfully sober expression.

 

[DareToDream]

As much as he had wanted to stop and talk to Molly, who had been sitting there all innocent like, a book in her lap, Cody knew he reeked and desperately needed a shower. So he ignored the pull that he felt towards her and slipped past, heading for the stairs, burying the images that kept flashing through his mind. Partway up the stairs, his plan was foiled but the voice that called out to him and, unable to resist its draw, he slowly turned and placed one hand against the wall to steady himself. Looking down at the landing, he saw Molly slip around the corner and come to a stop in front of him. His gaze fell to the dress that clung to her curves and he slowly licked his lips as he felt his eyes roam over her, starting at her face and slowly working downward, tracing every delicious curve that he saw. The dress was beautiful, tasteful yet sexy, and he knew if she’d been outside and the light had hit it just right, he’d be able to see a little of what lay beneath it.

Oh, how he wanted to see that too, to know what was there instead of imagining it, something he’d done quite a bit. He’d known Molly all his life but in the last year and half she’d finally grown into a woman, with all the right curves in place, and it drove him nuts to know he saw her almost every day and couldn’t touch her. Realizing he’d been staring a little bit too long, he put a lazy smile on his face and glanced up the stairs. “I’m getting ready to take a shower” he said in answer to her question. “Sam and I played ball earlier and I’m sweating like a pig. I figured a nice long shower was just the thing to take care of that so I’m headed there now.” He always kept a few change of clothes in Sam’s room – which was really a private apartment built onto the side of the house that you could get to from inside or outside it – for occasions just like this one. An image of Molly in the shower with him, her back pressed against the wall as he kissed her, flashed through his mind and almost drew a moan from his lips.

“Maybe you should join me” he said before he could stop himself, the tease out there between them now. He hoped it wouldn’t offend her and he decided not to wait and see, flashing another smile before turning on his heel and continuing up the stairs and out of sight. After retrieving a spare change of clothes, he headed to Sam’s bathroom and got the shower running, climbing in and soon as the water was hot. Letting the spray wash the sweat from his body, he fantasized about Molly some more, wondering what the water would look like as it ran down between her breasts and flat stomach. The images were so enticing that he felt himself harden and with a groan he wrapped a hand around his shaft and slowly began to pump it, dreaming that it was her hand doing the deed.

 

[Silver Lining]

Ugh...why did he always have to stare at her like that?

Molly could feel her knees begin to weaken beneath his excruciatingly slow, precise stare. It was as if he was calculating every inch of her body silently, and wherever his eyes reached, she was left to burn. Her skin grew heated with a rebellious bout of embarrassment and a prominent red flush began to cross along the apples of her cheeks and finally decorate the bridge of her nose. Nonetheless, Molly hadn't it in her heart to tell him to stop. Maybe deep down, a part of her enjoyed the way he openly lusted for her, the mutual attraction quite obvious between them, when they were left alone.

They had yet to act upon any urge, however, and Molly had the saddening inkling that such would stay like this for a while now. She bit into her bottom lip, feeling horribly out of her element when she was given the undivided attention from the object of her affection. She had always enjoyed Cody's company, and thus, it was only natural for such a feeling to eventually blossom into a pull that was far more powerful, and potent. She was the epitome of innocence though, unscathed by all...naive and sweet, to the every sense. Molly was the complete opposite of everything Cody was. He was brutal in a way...dangerous and strong, the thought of him picking her up, pinning her to a wall and taking what he so sought after crossing her mind immediately. It drove her mad, and Molly was quite keen on shunning those thoughts.

She couldn't think of him in such a way...she knew nothing when it came to being with someone. Yet, she was certain, if she was given the chance, she could most definitely make anyone happy. Until then, though, she would simply admire him from afar, forever doomed to be the vessel of his cruel teasings. Did he even realize what he was doing to her? Making her feel this way?

"Join you," she repeated, feeling her breath hitch audibly within her throat. Damn him. He just had to leave after he gave her such an invitation too, huh? Molly remained standing there until she heard the ominous cascading of the shower water, signaling that he was now completely nude...wet...and touching himself. "Gods," she whispered to herself before making her way up the stairs, carefully taking one by one. "What are you doing, Molly? You won't go in there...that's perverted. He's your brother's best friend, he was probably just joking around," she continued, finally stopping in front of the closed door. She leaned heavily into the wood, whimpering in frustration. Oh, if only he knew how she really felt...how crazy she was about him, how badly she yearned to have him touch her...to show her what it was like-- This was torture

 

[DareToDream]

As his hand slowly wrapped around his shaft, squeezing it lightly, Cody closed his eyes and sighed. Getting hard from the thought of Molly wasn’t a new occurrence for him; it happened far more than he liked though he would never admit it. At 26, he was a seasoned man who had experienced more than his fair share of women over the years – to say he was a bit of a Don Juan was probably too classy in a way; Cody fell just short of a male whore at times, bedding women whenever he was able. There was nothing wrong with that of course, he was simply enjoying being a virile young man, but Molly was off limits to him for more than one reason. First, she had just turned eighteen which put her eight years his junior – a big gap in some ways, even if she was more mature than others her age – and second, she was Sam’s sister. He knew protective of his sister Sam was, to the point of almost being a bit insane and controlling about it, but it had worked over the years, keeping the boys away from her. When Molly started to blossom and Sam had caught Cody looking, he’d read him the riot act and made it clear that he was to stay far, far away from her. So far he had too but each day that he saw her looking sexy as hell was another day that he slipped closer to that moment of truth.

His hand began to slowly move up his shaft, rotating lightly as it did, and he leaned back into the spray of water to enjoy the sensations. Images flowed through his mind as he masturbated, images of Molly pinned to the wall, bent over the kitchen table, on her hands and knees, his hard shaft moving in and out of her like a piston on cocaine. He began to stroke himself faster, his hand gripping tighter, and a low moan slipped from his lips as his nerves ignited, sending trembles coursing through his body. Wishing she was in the shower with him, so he could pin her to the stall and feel her legs wrap around his waist, Cody continued, each tortuous movement sending him closer and closer to bliss. He couldn’t hear anything over the spray of the hot water, had no idea how much he was moaning from the pleasure, his body on high alert while his mind was assaulted with erotic image after erotic image. It all became too much in the end and with one final pump of his fist, Cody’s back arched and a deep moan echoed through the bathroom, his body jerking as his hot seed spurted from his tip, splashing against the shower wall once, twice, then three times.

When he could finally calm down, Cody opened his eyes and sighed in happiness, glancing down to see his shaft softening. Damn, that had been a good one, he thought and he knew just who had made it happen, that sexy little vixen downstairs wearing that clingy summer dress. Shaking his head to clear it, he continued with his shower, first making sure his come was washed off the wall then scrubbing down and getting clean. He took his time, making sure his arousal was finally sated, his fingers working the kinks out of his muscles and the sweat out of his pores. When he was finally done, he turned off the water and reached out to snag a towel he’d left nearby, drying off slowly, a smile on his face.

 

[Silver Lining]

Even as she stood there for a few moments, wishing she had the courage to reach down and turn the handle, she couldn't bring herself to move away from the door. Knowing he was right on the other side of it, naked...washing himself and surely thinking about something that was less than innocent, Molly was absolutely caught-- hook, line and sinker. She wanted so badly to let him know that she wanted him, yet despite her seemingly blind portrayal of infatuation for the other man, she had her worries. It wasn't a secret that Cody was less than promiscuous when it came to coupling with other women. She had heard, on more than one occasion, the constant conversations her older brother had with him about his rendezvous'. The last thing she wanted to end up as, was another number. She was worth so much more than a simple, trashy lay.

But even with everything piling against her, and everyone having viable reason to want Cody to stay far, far away from her...Molly couldn't help herself. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted him. So, the moment she heard him moaning, she gave in, slipping her hand between her thighs and pressing her petite frame up against the wood shamelessly. He was touching himself, and it drove her up a wall, to know he currently had his fingers wrapped about his cock. He had to be big...probably so thick and long, gods...it was both frightening and exciting. Molly bit into her bottom lip and she furiously frigged her sensitive, flushed little clit, hanging off of every sound that escaped him. Hopefully her brother wouldn't find this moment to be a great time to make his entrance, as she'd be absolutely mortified if he caught her. Luckily for her though, she was out of range of anyone witnessing her act. Molly continued to tease herself, fingers curling and gripping at the molding around the door, whilst her legs trembled and she gasped, feeling her aching core quickly mount towards her release.

Gods...so close, she was so close and, fuck.

She came, just as she heard him cry out and the weakness that plagued her muscles was vicious. She fell to her bottom, gasping out breathlessly whilst her digits were all but soaked in her honey, coating them thoroughly. Molly was both ashamed, and relieved, feeling her nerves slowly tingle in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her body was hot to the touch, and before Cody could stumble upon the sight out in the hallway, she quickly made her way back downstairs, into the kitchen. A napkin was retrieved, and she wiped away at her inner thighs, blushing furiously at the fact that she had come so hard, so soon. What was he doing, touching himself like that in their shower, anyway? She didn't quite care to know, as she immediately assumed that he was thinking of some gorgeous, big breasted woman with hips that were so wide, and luscious thighs that would make anyone melt. Molly was quite unaware of how much of a hold she had on Cody, or anyone else for that matter. She was very much desirable, yet adorably oblivious to her own charm. Oh, if only someone just made her realize it...

 

[DareToDream]

Stepping out onto the cool tiles, Cody stretched his lean body, feeling his muscles groan in protest. Brushing his hands through his head, he brushed some of the water out of it and then turned towards the mirror. That’s when he heard the noise, almost like the scuffling of feet on a floor. Turning towards the door, he frowned and started to call out but then changed his mind, instead scooping up a towel and wrapping it around his waist. Moving forward, he cracked the door open and stuck his head out into the hallway. “Anyone there?” he called, keeping his voice low. There was no one out there though so he just shook his head and closed the door again, dropping the towel by the clothes hamper. Padding over to the mirror nude, he debated about drying his hair and then decided against it, his fingers simply straightening it just so. He grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped them on, followed by a pair of shorts, but he held off on the shirt. Holding that in his hand, he left the bathroom, enjoying the cool air conditioned breeze that slid over his skin, teasing him as he headed down the stairs.

He glanced out a nearby window and saw Sam working in the yard but instead of joining him he headed for the kitchen, wanting something cool to drink. Whistling as he walked, he turned the corner and entered it, his bare feet slapping on the cool linoleum, the sound echoing slightly. His eyes were on the refrigerator but soon they drifted to the side, seeing Molly leaning against the counter, a napkin in her hand. Her face looked a little flushed and she was a bit out of breath, making him wonder what she’d been doing. His gaze swept her body again but this time he kept it short, his imagination not needing another set of images to parade through his mind. “Hey Molly” he said, keeping his voice casual. “What have you been up to? You look like you just ran around outside.” He pulled the refrigerator open, bending down to inspect the insides, groaning when he didn’t see any soda. “Don’t you guys believe in soda around here? Sheez, all that’s in here is lemonade, water, fruit drinks, and iced tea.” Taking out the tea, he moved to the counter next to her, standing so close they were almost touching. Reaching up to grab a cup, he quickly filled it and then turned, leaning against the counter next to her.

From this angle, he got a good view of the way her breasts curved just so and he felt his tongue dart out and lick his lips. Closing his eyes, he forced himself away from the counter and put the tea back and then stood on the other side of the table, putting as much distance as he could between them without appearing to be rude. This close to her, all he wanted to do was touch her and that would be a disaster in the making. Before he could say another word to her, the front door banged open and Sam walked in, sweat coating his body. “Hey Cody, did you leave me any warm water?” Stopping, he glanced at his friend and then over at his sister before moving back again. “Did I interrupt anything?” he asked. Cody shook his head slowly, taking another step back. “Uh, no, not at all. I was just getting some tea and was making small talk with Molly.”

 

[Silver Lining]

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Molly's fear came true, and as she anticipated the one who was walking around downstairs to finally make an appearance, surely what she had in mind, was not for Cody to be shirtless. Her throat went dry, and she gazed towards him in wonder, hoping he wouldn't catch on to the obvious ploy she was trying to pull. Her napkin was thoroughly wet now, and she was still hopelessly blushing, feeling her guts twisting with a nervousness that only the object of her affection could conjure up. Went outside to run around? Sure, she could go with that. She offered him a small smile, not one that could handle being under pressure well. She was horribly guilty of touching herself to the sounds of him touching himself, and though in some degree his hands were just as dirty as her own, she felt as if she had committed a heinous crime. He had been in the shower. She, had been in the hallway, fingering herself whilst pressed up against the door. Yes, it was so much worse, and all she wanted to do right about now was curl up into a little ball and die of shame.

"Um," she began, her gaze stuck on the way his muscles rippled beneath the bare flesh of his back and shoulders. He was absolutely gorgeous. Molly knew she was far from his thought of interest, even if he had teasingly pried at her, tossed her a few stares and some lingering hugs. Perhaps it was all due to her mind playing some very unforgiving, cruel games with her. Either way, she felt as if he was far more superior in standing, and she, a naive...shy, timid little virgin, surely couldn't sate his appetite. "Parents don't like the unnecessary sugar in our diets," she answered gently, her gaze finally dropping towards her feet.

Why was he moving away from her? She tensed up and bundled up her napkin further within her palm, feeling the unspoken weight of a signature tension between them rise up once more. It was always there...just waiting to be broken. It drove her crazy, and it sure as hell didn't help her when her brother always managed to barge in as well, ultimately throwing to the wind any chance of her making it obvious to Cody, that she was willing to just...well...try something, anything. A kiss, maybe? Gods, she would love to kiss him. That thought would now haunt her for the rest of the day, and she hated herself for it. Damn her hormones...

And damn Sam!

She sighed at his insistence of there being something to interrupt, and she simply turned around to finally throw away the proof of her misdoings. Molly was more than aware of the fact that her brother was very, very protective of her, and she appreciated his somewhat smothering attitude towards guys being with her. It showed he cared, but when such a sentiment got in the way of her trying to be with the one guy that had finally caught her eye, well...least to say, it was frustrating. "So, are you guys going to stay in tonight or go out," she asked, tossing them both a look from over her shoulder. "Mom and dad called and said they were going to be late...and we'd have to make our own dinner," she explained, smart enough to not ask them to stay inside with her, to keep her company. It would be useless, they were grown men, and surely they wouldn't want to hang out with a barely legal, bookworm of a teen. Sure, she wasn't annoying...or finicky, or anything bad, at all. Yet, Molly just wasn't what would keep their attention for too long, was she?

 

[DareToDream]

Cody didn’t know why he suddenly felt so nervous. It wasn’t like he and Molly had been doing anything in the kitchen. They hadn’t even really talked yet since he’d just gotten a glass of tea and exchanged a few words. When he best friend stood there staring at him though, all he could remember were the lecherous thoughts he’d been having about his baby sister and it caused shame to roll through his body. Mind you, the thoughts didn’t last long at all; one glance at the beautiful young woman across the table was enough to send his heart racing again and his mind filling with those same lecherous thoughts he’d had earlier. When she turned, presenting her backside to him, that didn’t help one bit as his gaze immediately slid down her back and over the curve of her butt, making him wonder what it would feel like underneath him if she were bent over the very table that separated them at the moment. He knew how he’d do it too, moving up behind her silently and pulling her body against his, his hands running slowly over her arms and down her breasts before sliding down her hips and grasping the dress. He’d slowly pull it up and over her body and then run his tongue lightly down her spine before moving her to the table and forcefully bending her over it.

Those thoughts would have continued their natural progression had they not been interrupted by a hard cough off to the side, drawing his attention away from Molly and back to Sam. The glare he saw when their eyes locked made his blood turn cold and he almost shivered. Boy, did he look pissed at Cody, a fact that he realized immediately. Fuck, he thought. I haven’t even done anything yet! Before Sam could say anything to him, though, Molly spoke again, coming to his rescue. Glancing at his friend one more time, he got a sly grin and nodded before realizing she wouldn’t be able to see it. “I don’t know about Sam but I’m rather pooped from being out in the sun so much today. I could use a slow night in, maybe watching weird movies or something.” He knew what kind of movies he really wanted to watch, especially with Molly, but since that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon he’d settle for whatever he could get whether Sam liked it or not. He knew it was a dangerous game to play but Molly was worth it in his mind.

Before Molly could answer, Sam spoke up. “A movie might be good tonight but first I gotta talk to Cody.” Reaching out, he grabbed his arm and hauled him from the room roughly, shoving him against the hallway wall as soon as they were out of earshot. “What the hell are you thinking Cody? That’s my sister in there! I saw the way you were looking at her.” Cody met his gaze with a grin. “Oh, come on Sam, it’s just a movie or two plus dinner. Your sister is bored and I am pretty tired. Would you rather she go out and pick up some strange guy you’ve never met or hang out with us where we can keep an eye on her?” He was quick on his feet, that was for sure, and he knew the idea of keeping an eye on her would appease Sam. Of course, Cody planned on keeping a very close eye on as much of her as he could and with luck, Sam would fall asleep during it, giving him some quality time with little sis.

 

[Silver Lining]

The tension between all three of them was near suffocating, and Molly couldn't quite help but feel exceptionally out of place. Her vision switched from her brother, to Cody, where they stopped and she quickly caught on to that lingering gaze. It was horribly obvious that whatever kept his mind occupied, was far from innocent. She really didn't mind, but it also taunted her curiosity like none other...forcing her to want to know what he was thinking of, what could possibly have him reeling so far into his fantasies, that he completely forgot about Sam standing right beside him. Of course, it wasn't long before her older sibling quickly made it known that he was aware of this silent proposal and didn't like it, not one bit. Really, it was none of his business, but Molly hadn't the heartless bravery to tell him such a thing. He only cared about her, that was all...

So, Cody wanted to stay in with her? She couldn't help but smile at that, fully turned towards both men now. She was just about to offer him some advice on which movies they should watch, specifically, some classic horror films that made her jump and scream like a little girl. After all, she was a horrible glutton for punishment when it came to her seemingly insatiable love for such movies. But, her brother practically dragged him away and left her standing there within their kitchen, awkwardly. Didn't he know that she could hear every word that left his mouth? Maybe he didn't, but maybe he did and he just didn't care if she heard them.

Though she loved Sam with all of her heart, and knew why he was so domineering when it came to keeping his best friend away from her, the main reason surely being the fact that Cody really didn't have an impressive rap-sheet when it came to his more personal life, as far as women went, she still didn't think he deserved to get chewed out every day. Molly was eighteen now, she was an adult...surely she could do what she wanted to, within certain guidelines, right? It wasn't as if they had been fucking on the kitchen table, either! So, she quickly made her way out into the hallway, slender arms crossing over a plump bosom.

"Sam," she started, her voice soft yet strong. "Can you please calm down? I just want to order pizza...get out some movies, and enjoy a night with you two. Everything's fine, don't blow something out of proportion," she urged, stepping up to kiss her older brother on the cheek. Her arms wrapped about his waist to hug him, yet her eyes were settled on Cody's face the entire time, watching him closely before she finally pulled away and her lips curved up into a dimpling grin. "So, my vote is for extra cheese and stuffed crust," she quipped, turning on the heels of her sandals to go retrieve the collection of coupons and to-go menus they had buried within a drawer in their kitchen. If she was lucky, Sam would cool his jets off and simply enjoy the evening. If Cody was smart, he'd only try to rape her with his eyes when Sam wasn't looking anymore.

 

[DareToDream]

His words done, he waited to see if Sam would buy it, matching the heated gaze he gave him inch for inch. Cody understood why is friend was upset with him, knew that he wasn’t the best male figure that Sam’s sister could be associating with, but Cody didn’t apologize for the way he was. He’d long believed he sowed his oats so much simply because he hadn’t met the one woman who could capture his heart as well as his attention. In Molly, he felt a pull stronger than just physical attraction, one that actually captured his mind also. Don’t get him wrong, the physical attraction was definitely there; every time he looked at her, he imagined what it would be like making love to her. That, right there, was also a difference between the young woman and others that he’d slept with; he thought of it as making love with her but the others, it was all about fucking only. He had to believe that his mind made that distinction for more reasons that the simple fact that she was Sam’s sister. If he didn’t believe in that, then he’d agree with Sam about how low he would stoop if he made a play for Molly just because she was hot and he needed to think he was better than that.

Before Sam could answer him, Molly made an appearance, slipping around the corner of the hallway and approaching them. One look told him that she was used to Sam’s ways and was tired of them. He didn’t interrupt her as she stepped up to them, talked to Sam like an adult, and then kissed his cheek. Cody did have to smother a smile, tickled at the way she’d handled it, as well as the thoughts that drifted through his mind as he wondered what the feel of her lips would be like against his own cheek. When she wrapped her arms around his friend, giving him a playful hug, her gaze locked with his. The stare continued for a moment and Cody wondered for the first time if the attraction he felt for Molly might not go both ways. That thought sent a thrill coursing through his body and caused things to twitch that ought not to twitch at that particular time. He nodded as Molly finally pulled away and mentioned the type of pizza she wanted, agreeing with her choices completely. Glancing at Sam, he raised an eyebrow. “Sounds good to me. What do you think Sam? Up for it?”

Sam glanced at Cody then at Molly, hesitating for a moment before relaxing. “Oh, ok, you win. We’ll stay in tonight. I’m sorry, Molly. I didn’t mean to overreact. A movie and pizza sounds good. You know we always enjoy spending time with you.” As strange as that sounded, Cody knew it was true; Molly and Sam had a pretty tight sibling relationship and he’d always admired that. Nodding again, he gave Molly a smile. “Definitely, Molly. I’m looking forward to it.” Turning back to Sam, he hit his friend playfully on the shoulder. “Now you, Mister, need to get your smelly ass upstairs in that shower before you stink us all out of the house. Go.” He gave him another playful shove and watched as Sam finally headed upstairs. As soon as he was out of sight, Cody tagged along behind Molly, his gaze on the back of her head so he wouldn’t stare at her ass.

 

[Silver Lining]

Her smile was immediate, and she felt an insurmountable pressure of weight lift off of her chest the moment the air was cleared of the gradual tension. She never was truly talented when faced with confrontation, and she was happy to know that she was still able to calm her brother down, no matter what. Her cheeks were dimpling and Molly didn't waste a moment before she made her way into the kitchen, intent on ordering them a pizza.

So, they enjoyed spending time with her? Though she had long since figured this to be true, really, she couldn't help but hear it enough. It meant the world to her, to know that they both appreciated her company, no matter the age difference or the general lack of synchronization when it came to their social lives. They were horribly different, yet, somehow it all worked out...and for the better. Yes, Sam could ease up on his overwhelming protection, but if he did, then that wouldn't be him. Molly was his baby sister, and due to their close relationship, it wasn't a shock to the system to see that he didn't want a particularly 'loose' canon of a man being her first. All the odds were against them, and she really didn't know what was bound to happen, given the consequences lingering on the backs of their necks.

The menu was in hand, and she finally turned around, taking the phone off of the charger. As she dialed the familiar numbers, her eyes tipped up towards Cody, quirking a small brow. She didn't hit send, nor did she plan on it just yet. Instead, she just watched him, wondering exactly what he thought of this. All of it. "Hey," she urged, stretching her leg out to gently nudge him against the shin with her foot. "You okay? I'm sorry he kind of...blew up on you, but you're probably used to it by now, huh," Molly asked with a smile, finally sending the number through so it rang. "I will tell you one thing, though. You aren't very subtle about looking at me," she teased, her attention soon enough occupied by the other line being picked up. She turned around for a moment, leaning against the counter and ordering their pizza, letting Cody take in her words.

 

[DareToDream]

Cody was proud of himself and the self-control he displayed; he managed to keep his gaze head level the entire walk to the kitchen and didn’t glance down even once. It was hard though, he had to admit that to himself, especially with a woman as fine looking as Molly was. He breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the tiled floor room, allowing him to put a tiny bit of distance between them again, which he did immediately though he was sure to not go too far. Molly, true to her word, went straight to the phone after picking up the pizza menu, her nimble fingers quickly cranking out the number. When she looked over at him, her gaze studying and assessing, he managed a weak smile but met it dead on. The touch of her foot against his leg sent a sizzle of electricity coursing through his body and almost drew a gasp from his lips but he managed to use the energy to increase the smile instead.

He laughed at her first words, nodding his head. “No worries. I’m definitely used to it by now. If your bro is anything at all, he’s one stubborn pain in the ass when it comes to you. I’ve never seen anyone more protective. I honestly don’t know how you can stand it; if it were me, I’d have thumped him eons ago.” He meant that too; Sam was a bit overbearing in his opinion, at least when it came to his sister, and he had no idea how, or even why, she put up with it. Family is family though so he supposed she probably just dealt with it the way you’d deal with a nosy parent or a bratty child. Still, Sam’s behavior had to have crimped her style at least once or twice as she blossomed into the beautiful young woman that she was and that made him wonder just how experienced Molly was in the area of intimacy and romance. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t recall a single time that she’d gone out on a date with a guy by herself, at least not when he was around.

When she spoke again, his eyes widened slightly, caught by surprise. Crap, he thought he’d been a little more secretive with his glances than that but apparently not. From the humor in her voice though, he knew she wasn’t really bothered by the attention that he gave her and that caused his heart to stutter for a second. They’d always had a charged energy between them, one full of sexual tension in a way, but surprisingly he didn’t feel that right then. That realization drove his next actions, allowing him to toss caution to the wind with ease. With a slow sensual smile, he closed the distance between them, walking towards her slowly and with confidence. “Damn, I guess you caught me” he murmured as he stopped just inches from her back “but can you blame me? You’re a damn fine looking woman now, Molly and something about you just tugs at my hormones and my heart.” As he said the words, he reached out and trailed his fingers lightly down her neck, starting at her hairline and reaching her shoulder, the touch of skin to skin sending a pulse of pure desire shooting through him. Stepping even closer to her, he pressed his chest against her back, one arm snaking around her waist to pull her tight to him while his mouth hovered near her ear. “Even now, all I can think about is stealing a kiss from your sensual lips” he added, his breath brushing her skin gently.

 

[Silver Lining]

Molly definitely wanted to thump her older brother right upside the head, yet, she couldn't bring herself to. She had grown far too accustomed to his suffocating, sheltering habits and dare she admit, that she really didn't know what it felt like to actually be with anyone. To have a simple, innocent interest in the opposite sex. To have someone hold her hand, to feel her lips being kissed...she had felt none of it, as both her parents and her sibling were keen on keeping her away from such 'unworthy' suitors. At this rate, everyone would be unworthy in their eyes and that ultimately left Molly with absolutely no one. It was frustrating, but she knew they cared and frankly, it didn't matter much to her anymore as the only one who had her devoted attention right now, was standing a mere few feet behind her at the present.

She smiled at his words, head tipping down whilst she finished their order for tonight's dinner. She was unaware of Cody growing any closer, until his voice was distinctly plastered against her flesh, his breath flowing out. Molly tensed up, about to reel around and ask him what he was doing but his fingertips teased across the sensitive expanse of her neck, the sensation forcing her to shudder with pleasure. A tender, desperate gasp escaped her on instinct, signaling that she was both alarmed and enticed by his bold movement. Nearly dropping the phone after the call was finished, she settled her hands against the counter-top, bracing herself as his hardened frame inched into her own smaller one, shadowing her. Goodness, if Sam caught them now...she wouldn't even want to witness the brutality that would surely be seeping through his veins.

Yet, she didn't move away, nor did she want to.

"Cody," she whispered, her palm stroking across his forearm. His words warmed her to the touch, and involuntarily her back arched, urging her bottom shamelessly close to his groin, while her bosom perked just so. Cradling her neck against his shoulder, she gazed up towards him, searching his face. Did he mean everything he said? Was it true that she made him feel more than a carnal need to ravage her? Molly was nervous, but she was beyond the point of being cautious. "I don't think stealing would be the proper term for it," she murmured, her mouth tipping up at the side, dimpling her cheek in turn.

 

[DareToDream]

He knew he should have stopped, knew he was crossing a line that there was no coming back from, but Cody didn’t care. His body screamed with the need to touch her, to be near her, to claim her lips with his and he could have fought it, should have in fact, but he knew he’d lose in the end. If there was one thing in life that Cody couldn’t resist, it was a woman that called to him, even when they didn’t know they did. It was like his hormones controlled his mind then, made him put the moves on them with one goal in mind, and when he saw Molly’s reaction and heard her little gasp, he knew he was done for…in a big way. He felt her body shift, her hands bracing against the counter, and wondered if she realized just how close her delectable little rear was to his hardening groin? God knew he was aware of it, the sheer closeness sending blood surging through his veins, where it threatened to harden his shaft even more.

When she brushed the soft palm of her hand down his arm, the shiver happened before he could stop it and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. Her neck fell on his shoulder and her head tilted up, turning that luminous gaze onto him, drawing a slow smile across his now released lips. His tongue darted out to swipe across his lips as he leaned forward, heart thudding in his chest. Tightening his arm around her waist, fingers gripping the material of her dress possessively, his brain screaming at him to stop the entire time, Cody closed that distance until barely an inch separated them. “Oh, if its not stealing, then I’m right there” he whispered, his lips finally eliminating the remaining space between them.

The kiss was light, delicate, sensitive; in other words, so not like Cody at all. He didn’t think about it though, just followed his instincts, brushing his lips across hers before pulling back just slightly, his breath hitching in his chest. “Mmm, damn, I’ve wanted to do that for so long Molly” he whispered again, wondering if she would now be pissed at him. He knew how Sam would feel about it if he knew, but he didn’t plan to tell him, no way. Blinking, he looked at her with heat in his gaze, willing her to do something, say something, to let him know he hadn’t just screwed things up between them.