Leo

I chase Josephine outside the shower, buck naked. She squeals and jumps on the bed. But all that does is put her hips and bare pussy at the same level as my eyes.

After breakfast, we made love again. We tried some more positions, but nothing too complicated yet. And I'm over the moon because she was able to cum every time and the slight soreness she had, she almost doesn't feel it anymore.

We were so sweaty and smelly that we had to take a shower. The one we were supposed to take this morning when I threw her over my shoulder quickly changed to me throwing her on the bed instead and shoving my face between her luscious thighs.

"Leo, no!" She shrieks again when I try to grab for her. "The food will be here and we're still naked." We ordered food before getting under the water. The website said they'll take around forty minutes to deliver, so we took that time to clean our bodies of sweat and other bodily fluids.

But she's right. It's been thirty minutes, so food should be here soon.

"Fine." I step back, admiring her body that's scattered with tattoos and a few love marks, courtesy of me. Most of them were unintentional, but the ones on her boobs...yeah, I wanted to leave a mark on her there.

I open the drawer, keeping her in my side view; she's drying her hair with a towel. Grabbing one of my blue shirts, I show it to her. "Wear this and nothing else." I walk closer to her and she looks up at me with big doe eyes. "As soon as we finish eating, I'm gonna ravish you on the bed again."

I give her a chaste kiss on her plum lips and hand her the shirt. I put on workout shorts, forgoing the boxer briefs and the first button down I see and button only two. It doesn't feel appropriate to open the door to the delivery person while barely wearing clothes. It could be a teenager for all I know.

Before I exit the bedroom, I look back at her. She's sitting behind her vanity doing her 'sacred' skin care rituals.

The doorbell goes off, forcing me to take my eyes off the beauty I love and go open the door.

But it's not the delivery person who greets me. It's Josie's brother, Roman.

The last person I wanted to see.

"You're not food." I say.

He gives me a weird look and takes a step forward, wanting to enter. I open the door wider and move back, going to the kitchen to take a sip of water. I'm actually surprised he even rang the bell. He usually just barges in like he owns the place.

"Where's Jo?" He asks. Before I can answer him, Jo waltzes in.

"Pizzaaaa." She says in an overly manly voice, having heard the doorbell ring.

I hide my grin behind the bottle. She's so fucking awesome.

She notices her brothers standing still close to the door.

"Oh." She quickly glances at me, a look in her eyes that says 'why didn't you warn me?!' then back to her older brother. "Ciao, Roman. What brings you here?" She asks in a casual tone while grabbing the hem of my shirt and trying to pull it down. There's no need. It reaches her knees and covers everything that her brother shouldn't see.

I've seen her wear different clothes. Her scrubs, jean shorts and a tank top, pajamas, dresses... But she's never looked more beautiful and sexy than she does in my shirt. My shirt. There's something oddly satisfying about your woman wearing something that belongs to you. I never understood it from movies and when my cousins talked about it, but now I do. It's like something primal—possessive—has awoken inside my body.

I put the empty bottle back on the counter and face her brother. He's looking between us both. We're not wearing many layers, both our hair is wet and I can still detect a slight blush on Josephine's cheeks from the few orgasms she's had. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what we were doing.

Fucks I give? Zero. Below zero even.

He already hates me—for no damn reason—and nothing I do will change his mind. So I don't bother trying to win him over but I'm also not trying to make him hate me even more. So I put two more buttons into their holes.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd give you a visit." He answers her question.

"Cool." She nods tightly, still trying to pull my shirt lower on her body. "I'll...I'll go put on some pants."

She dashes to her bedroom. I try my hardest not to smirk, because if she did as I said, then she's not wearing anything underneath.

I walk from behind the island when the doorbell rings again—this time really the food—and see Roman looking at me with a glare. So what? I was looking at my girlfriend's legs. Fucking sue me.

That thing I said earlier about not making him hate me more...yeah, not going to work.

After tipping the teenage girl who delivered our pizza, having paid online, I put the boxes on the coffee table. Josephine comes out, and it doesn't look like she changed as she's still wearing my shirt, but I'm sure she put on some shorts.

"Are you eating with us?" She asks as she opens a cupboard. "We didn't order much food, but I have some leftovers I can heat up, too."

He's already sitting comfortably on the couch, so yeah, he's probably gonna stay over and eat with us.

"I'll stay, but I already ate."

Then go. He's deliberately doing this. I know.

"[Want something to drink?]" she asks him in Italian.

"Coke,"

He doesn't see the glare I'm shooting him for not being polite to his sister. At least say 'please.'

I grab the drinks she pulled out from the fridge and put them in front of him and next to the pizzas.

He again doesn't say thanks and turns on the TV, further settling in.

Josephine is standing on her tippy toes, trying to grab the plates from the top shelf of a cupboard. Her stool is nowhere to be seen. I get behind her, and my hand immediately finds her hip. With my other arm, I grab three plates—even though he said he didn't want to eat but because I am polite. I put the plates in her waiting hands.

"Grazie."

"I got you, honey." I always got her. Before I force myself to move back, I kiss her temple. If we were alone, I would've grinded my groin against her ass. Bent her over and had sex right here. But her brother decided to be annoying and stay over, when it was clear we were trying to have an indoor date night.

Yeah. I'm bitter. We were planning on trying doggy style tonight.

There's still time, I tell myself.

I glance to the couch where Roman is sitting. He's eyeing us too carefully. I ignore him and grab the utensils.

Taking a seat adjacent to him, I open the boxes and put a slice on each plate. I hand him one and he takes it.

'I already ate,' my ass.

Josephine comes and when she's passing my legs, I plant my hands on her hips again and pull her to sit between my legs.

This is how I was planning to eat before he showed up, so this is how we'll eat.

Josephine clearly didn't expect that. She looks back at me with slightly wide eyes, but hides her smile by biting that damn lower lip of hers.

I lean in and grab her plate. I hold the pizza slice before her mouth and her eyes twinkle before she takes a bite. Taking a bite of the same slice, I lean my back on the couch. He has put on a European football match.

Okay then, this is what we're going to watch.

Josephine settles into me after giving me my plate.

I can sense Roman studying us, but I don't glance at him.

After five minutes, there are four loud knocks. Josephine and I look at each other, confused.

I shrug my shoulders. I have no idea who it could be.

"I got it," Roman says as he stands up.

Because the couch is immediately in front of the front door, we see who it is. Her brothers Milan and Julian are standing there, grinning.

"We brought six packs." Milan says.

In my head, I roll my eyes. Seriously?

They enter and instantly go for the pizza. Julian tweaks his sister's nose as he sits on the floor by our feet while the other one throws her a peace sign.

"What's up, man?" Julian says and fist bumps me. I do the same to Milan when he sits next to me.

"All good. How's it going?"

"Peachy. Let's just hope Juventus wins this game."

I'm not a big fan of football, but that club is popular enough that I recognize the name.

"Were you also in the neighborhood?" Josephine asks her older brother, Milan.

"Roman told us to bring beer and watch the game here."

Of course he fucking did.

We end up having to heat up the leftover food so they could all eat.

After Josephine finishes eating, not even a quarter of what I consume, she shifts so she can sprawl her legs over one of my thighs, leaning somewhat sideways against me.

"You're not hungry anymore?" I whisper in her ear. The commentary of the match is loud and her three brothers aren't paying us any attention.

"No." She moves her face to look into my eyes.

I kiss her on her nose and hug her tighter to me, my arms around her middle.

The game doesn't interest me much, only the girl I have in my arms. Her hair smells citrusy. The skin of her neck smells like the beach. She always smells like the beach. It's fitting when her first love is the beach, as she told me before.

"That tickles." She whispers. I'm resting my chin on her shoulder, my mouth halfway tucked into her neck. I smile against her and she squirms and lifts her shoulder up, trying to hide her sensitive skin from my facial hair. Today I didn't shave.

"Leo," she giggles when I press my stubble into her skin.

Roman and Julian look over at us. The former glowering, of course, and the latter smiling. I really like her youngest brother. He's the same age as me and he seems like a really cool guy.

Not to press my luck, I move my face back but keep her tucked against me and my arms around her.

After five minutes, the half time break comes up and they use this time to use the bathroom. They've muted the sound and when one is peeing and the other two brothers are in the kitchen, I take their absence to my advantage and sneak my hand up her shirt and splay it across her stomach. Smooth skin meets my palm.

"Leo." She says, glancing to her right. The kitchen is open with the living room, so if they glance our way, they'll see us. But my hand is hidden behind my lifted leg, my foot on the coffee table.

"Si, mio caro?" I say in an overly sweet tone.

"My brothers!" She whisper-hisses at me.

"I'm not doing anything." I say as I spread my fingers wider, feeling her muscles flex.

She turns her body around so her entire back is against my chest. Both her feet are planted on the couch. With how wide it is, it can be considered a bed.

Her two brothers that don't hate me come back from the kitchen with more beer in hand. They offer me one, but I decline. I want to stay sober for when they go. There's still 45 minutes left of the game and hopefully they won't linger afterwards.

The brother that hates me comes back from the toilet. And, like usual, his eyes land on us. Our position hasn't changed since they all came.

Why is he scowling at me all the time? He would be in the same position if he had a girlfriend as gorgeous as mine in his arms.

He sits down with a glare permanently etched into his skin. He should be careful with all the frowning he's doing or otherwise, he'll need Botox to fill in the lines.

The game starts again, and they get absorbed in it, cheering and booing.

Because they're not paying much attention to us, their eyes planted on the screen, I tease Josephine with my fingertips, ghosting them over her ticklish skin.

She tries to pry my hands away without drawing attention to us.

"You're not ticklish, are you?" I ask, even though I know the answer. She is. And I really enjoy that. She becomes a giggling and snickering mess when I tickle her. It's cute as fuck to see.

"I am, Leo." She answers and flexes her muscles when I move my fingers sideways.

I softly bite the lobe of her ear and pinch her sides where she's the most ticklish.

She lets out a giggle mixed with a shriek and three heads turn to us. Two face the screen again after one second but the third continues to look at us. It's like he's ordering me to remove my hands with his eyes only.

Josephine takes a sip of her drink and I hold my gaze with Roman. Because I can be as much of an asshole as him; I lower my hands on her stomach, pretty close to a place I've become pretty familiar with—especially last night. And he notices, as his jaw clenches.

He doesn't surprise me when he speaks.

"Can you not have your fingers in my little sister's underwear?" He bites out. Her two other brothers look at us with confused expressions.

I feel Josephine leaning further into me and lower on the couch, as if she wants to hide behind her legs.

"They're not in her underwear." I say in a nonchalant tone. She isn't even wearing any, you fucker.

"I prefer if you don't finger her in front of us." He ignores what I just said and says in the same bitter tone.

I don't answer him immediately, and I keep my hand where it is. It's on her lower stomach, nowhere near indecent, so what's his problem?

But I've had it tonight with his glares at me and disrespectfulness towards his little sister. So before I can bite my tongue, I say, "If I was fingering her, she'd be making a lot more noises."

Josephine's eyes widen and Roman opens his mouth to respond but Josie suddenly stands up. 

"Anyone want a refill?" She looks around the circle. They shake their heads, lifting their beers in the air to show her they still have some, then turn back around and continue watching the game.

Roman glowers at me, a deep frown between his eyebrows. But my face is impassive. I decide to be the bigger person and let him win this imaginary staring contest he thinks we were having by moving my gaze to the TV.

Josie comes back with a bottle of water and she sits next to me instead of her earlier place; between my legs.

She has a soft frown, too, and I just want to kiss it away. I'm not trying to be mean to her brother, but he can't force me to not put my hands on my girlfriend when I'm next to her. They were only on her stomach.

She hugs her knees, her toes touching the side of my thighs to let me know she's not mad at me. She senses me looking at her so I mouth 'sorry,' but she shakes her head, her frown softening.

The game ends with Juventus winning. But they don't move, they continue listening to what journalists have to say. Oh, for fuck's sake.

"Since when are you in the army again?" Julian asks. He's sitting on the floor beside us with his back to the couch.

"Since I was eighteen." I answer in a curt tone.

"So you didn't go to college, right?"

"Right." For some reason, I know Roman doesn't like the fact that I'm a soldier, so I'm hoping Julian cuts this conversation short.

"Cool. College was brutal for me, dude. I wish I could've skipped it as well."

As if joining the army would've been less brutal.

"I was looking into firefighters applications earlier this week," he chats. "I'm thinking of applying. I'm not strong enough to join the army, so being a firefighter is as close as it would come to helping people."

"Becoming a firefighter is as hard as becoming a soldier. So don't sell yourself short and say you're not strong enough."

He slowly nods, going over my words in his head.

"Who's down for a movie?" Milan asks. Not me. I just want to bury myself in my girlfriend. They've cockblocked me for too long now.

They all unanimously agree and they put on a horror movie after raiding Josie's kitchen for snacks and popcorn.

My legs move up and down. My fingers are itching for Josephine—any shape or form—but I will not upset her by making her brother mad—madder—at me.

I see her fingers sneaking towards me. They grab the hand that's resting on my leg and she plants it on her thigh.

My leg stops moving, and I give her an appreciative smile. I fucking love her. She squeezes my fingers in return.

Halfway through the movie, Milan stands up.

"Jessie just texted me that her friends are gone."

Roman rolls his eyes and whispers something to him in Italian.

After a while, Josephine comes closer to me and she leans her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. That's platonic, so her brother wouldn't have anything to say to us. But it's already dark out and we haven't turned on the lights, so he shouldn't be able to see us that clearly anyway.

"Tired?" I ask in a whisper to not disturb the others watching the film. I couldn't care less about the film.

"Mhmm." She snuggles closer to me and throws her legs over my knees.

I rub her back, and she shifts closer to me, setting her ass on my lap.

"Come here," I whisper and wrap my arms around her, rubbing her back as she rests her head on my chest.

I keep on rubbing her back until the credits roll thirty minutes later. Julian stands and flips the lamp switch on.

I look down at Josephine. Her features are relaxed, her lips slightly parted with soft puffs of air exiting them. She's fallen asleep. And to be honest, I'm tired as well. I forgot how tiring sex can be.

Hands come into my view and I look up to find Roman standing in front of me and Josephine, his arms extended.

"Hand her over, I'll put her to bed." He tells me, wiggling his fingers. I lower my gaze to them, then back to his eyes.

"I'll do it myself."

"Come on, just give her to me." He tries again.

I look at him like he's dumb, and I'm beginning to think he really is.

"She's already in my arms. I'll do it."

"I'm her brother, I'll do it."

"And I'm her boyfriend." I retort.

I ignore his hands and stand up with her cradled in my arms. If we continue this useless discussion, we'll wake her up and she'll walk herself to the bed.

When I reach the bed, I slowly and gently put her on the mattress. She immediately turns on her stomach and hugs her pillows to her. I crouch down, looking at her with a soft smile. She sleeps like a literal child; arms and legs splayed wide, hugging a pillow. She's adorable.

With my forefinger, I trail it from her temple to her cheek. Then I give her a soft lingering kiss on her forehead, softly wishing her goodnight.

Before I stand up, I notice Roman is standing on the threshold, eyeing me with interest—what's new?—with his arms crossed across his chest.

I close the door after me and turn to him, knowing he has a comment.

And he does. "Are you fucking my sister?"

"No," I answer, even though it's none of his business. "I call it making love." It's really hard not to laugh, but after seven years in the army, I've mastered my poker face pretty well.

He takes a step towards me, and I keep the same bored facial expression in place. He thinks his scowl is going to frighten me in any way? I've had all kinds of guns pointed straight between my eyes and I didn't bat an eyelash. So him taking a 'threatening' step forward is like comparing apples to shoes. There is no comparison.

"That's my little sister you're talking about."

"Then you shouldn't have asked if I was sleeping with her."

After another staring contest, I take a step back and walk to the coffee table and tidy up a little. I'm not tired anymore and I don't want to wake up to a messy place. Roman is really annoying me. And I pride myself on being patient and accepting of everyone. But something about Roman just makes me want to knee his balls. Hard.

I see Julian is standing by the door, probably waiting on his brother.

"You're sleeping here?" Roman asks from behind my back in a lower tone to not wake up Josephine.

Grabbing a few empty popcorn bowls, I turn around. "Yeah."

"What, your parents hosting a party in your big mansion? You get annoyed by the music?" He taunts.

"No, there's no party." I answer him evenly.

What is his problem with me? I know our first encounter wasn't the best, with him finding me in his sister's bathroom barely dressed, but still. I've proven myself worthy of her, so why is he so pressed that I'm dating his sister?

"Josie doesn't need a bodyguard, if that's what you're doing."

He's right with that, she doesn't.

I walk back and grab a few wrappings. Julian is trying to hide in the door.

With the wrappings bunched in my fists, I stand in front of Roman.

"Josephine is my girlfriend, and I plan on dating her for a really long time. So I suggest you get used to me sleeping in the same bed as hers."

His nostrils flare, his hands turning to fists.

Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say, but...whatever. It's too late.

"I know guys like you," he takes a step closer to me, "guys that play around with innocent girls till they grow bored with them and throw them away, but—"

"Now you're just describing yourself." I cut him off.

That wasn't the right thing to say either, but he has no idea what kind of guy I am.

I've done nothing, completely nothing, to give him the slightest hint that I'm playing with his sister's feelings. All I've done is respect her, love her and treat her the best I can. So he doesn't get to pretend he knows me and my relationship with Josephine and throw around false accusations at me.

His pointer finger comes up, and he opens his mouth to say something, but Julian intervenes at that moment. He grabs his brother's hand and lowers it.

"Let's just go home." He glances my way but this staring contest we're having, I plan on winning. "You've probably had too many beers," he chuckles, trying to ease the mood. It doesn't. He pushes at his shoulder and Roman moves with him. He keeps his eyes locked with me until Julian closes the front door behind them.

Fucking idiot.

After making sure the place is spotless, all the irritation I had with Roman vanishes the second I get into bed behind Josephine and wrap my arms around her.

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A/N:
I've had this scene in my head for so long and I finally wrote it!! It turned out so much better.

What did you think of it?