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JUST AFTER midnight, I climb the stairs towards my bedroom, changing into my bikini. Nico and Nate dropped me off at my house twenty minutes ago, but I'm not ready to go bed yet. I really feel like swimming and where I've been staying in the city, it's been too long since I had a midnight swim in our pool.
   I descend down the stairs towards the garden patio soon after putting on a black bikini with thin strings that hold up my DD cup breasts, tying together round my neck. The same strings are at the side of the bottoms to cover me up on my hips too. It's a bit racey but, Amy made me buy it.
   The night air is still warm and the purple lights to our pool illuminate the garden, glistening the baby blue water in the tiled hole. I dip my toe in to check the temperature then dive head first into the deep end, reaching the top with a large gulp of air as I surface. Using my hands to brush away my hair from my face and down my back, wiping away the water from my eyes.
   I always loved a night time swim, just me and the sounds of nature. As I swim towards the middle of the pool, so that my feet reach the bottom, I look up at the nights sky. There's tiny pin holes in a deep black blanket that covers the atmosphere, something I could never see with the light pollution in New York. It looks peaceful. Almost like haven. It's magical.
   Mesmerised by the nights sky I don't notice another body near me, or even notice the sounds of the water rippling as they swam towards me. Their presence in the water is practically unknown as I tread the water. The unknown body reaches me and I feel foreign hands on my hips, fingertips digging into my skin.

"I've been waiting for you..." the voice says darkly. "...and now your all mine."

I gasp when I feel lips on my neck, slowly kissing and caressing the crook of my neck with gentle kisses. They push their body forward, crashing into my back, but when I try to turn around and see who is behind me they won't let me. They keep forcing me away from them, looking away from them. I can feel his bulge, poking me and I feel a ache between my legs as I feel him grow against me.

"Your a little overdressed, don't you think?" He says playfully, I hear a smirk in his words and I now know for sure who these hands, these lips, these words belong to. "Well Ryan? Are you overdressed?"

I try to speak, but I am unable to form words. When I open my mouth to speak there is just air that pushes its way out into the night air. My breathing is heavy and my chest raises and falls with the lustful energy I'm feeling in my body right now. His hands slowly move up, leaving my hips behind and work their way up my ribs to my breasts, cupping each one then squeezing them gently.

"Tell me what you want Ryan," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear and I moan softly.

Once again I'm lost for words. I want his hands on me, I want his lips on me, I want his... I want him. Without hesitation one hand grabs the middle of my bikini top and the strings I tied behind my neck weren't as tight as I thought when my top comes undone, floating in the water in front of me. His hands work quickly, untying the knot on my back and I watch my bikini top float away from us. I go to cover my chest from embarrassment, but his hands catch my wrists and forces them up above my head, around his neck.

"Never cover up such beautiful things..." he says when he puts his hands back on my naked breasts. "Keep your arms wrapped around me Ryan. And don't let go."

I throw my head back in desire as he twists both of my nipples, turning and pinching them, not too hard but, the sensation feels amazing and is shooting sparks down my body to my core. My left nipple - which I had pierced last summer with Amy, is so hard and sensitive that he pays extra attention to it.

"Never would of thought you'd get one of these... what else are you hiding, huh?" His lips return to my neck, flicking my skin with his tongue, leaving small bites between kisses, no one has ever done this to me before and I love every bit of it.

"Uhhhh."

"Your still wearing too many clothes Ryan..." he says, "take them off," he demands softly and I blush. Naked? He wants me naked? Topless fine, but I can't go bottomless, not in front of him, it's way too embarrassing. I shake my head slowly, bringing my hands down from his neck but, he only returns them to their position and grinds into me. "Take them off or I will," he whispers.

"I-I... I've never..." but I don't finish my sentence. In one quick movement his fingers tug on the delicate strings that hold on to the matrtial covering me and just like my top, bikini bottoms too float away in the water. Leaving me there bare for him to see me... all of me.

"Now we can get to the fun stuff," he says playfully whispering. "Turn around and face me Ryan, when I make you cum I want to see it in your eyes," he gently tugs my nipples then releases me dropping his hands down and I feel him back away leaving me with my hands up in the air like I'm being arrested. "Slowly."

I do as he asks and slowly turn around, covering my chest with my arms. He's seen them already, played with them already, but this is too real for me to allow him to see me naked - at least the water sort of covers my bottom half. When I turn around my suspicions on who the voice belonged to is confirmed and there, just as naked as me with his tousled hair, award winning smile, perfect cute dimples and those piercing grey eyes.

Nate.

"I told you beautiful..." he says walking towards me, water rippling as he pushes the blue pool water to come nearer to me, "never cover such beautiful things, especially things I want in my mouth," he smirks.

His hands separate my arms from my body, holding them in place and in a swift, quick movement he is gently biting and sucking on my left breast. I gasp and try to wiggle free of his hold on me, I want to pull him harder into my breast, but his grip is too strong to break as he holds my wrists at my side. It seems like forever and the sparks of desire don't have a direct route they want to take, shooting in all different directions. The only feeling that is causing me pain is the release I need between my legs.
   He looks up at me, walking forwards as he pushes me back further into the pool. There's hunger, there's desire, there's need in his eyes... for me. And I have the same look. Both of our breathing is hitched, breathing in sync, rapidly gasping for air as the sparks between us unfold in the water around us. When I hit the wall of the pool edge he locks me in, hands on either side of my head, his lips inches away from me.

"Do not close your eyes..." he whispers, "remember... I want to see your eyes when I make you cum. I want to see how amazing you'll look when I make that beautiful face of yours scream in ecstasy," he smiles. "Okay beautiful?" He whispers and I nod, unable to speak.

I can't believe what is happening right now. Is this happening? This is Nate we're talking about, my brother, my childhood friend, my neighbour, but we're doing unspeakable things that feels right. Oh god, does it feel so right. And then all of a sudden, the nerves are kicking in.
   He brings his hand to my face, tracing a line with his finger down my nose and then across my lips. The tip of my tongue touches his finger and he grins cheekily at me, a grin I've seen before only this time it's full of appetite. A hunger... for me. He keeps drawing the line down the middle of my neck, the valley between my breasts and stops to pinch my nipple as they both bob just above the water.
   My eyes never leave his and his never leave mine, almost as if he is watching me closely in case I do what he doesn't want me to do. Close my eyes. He reaches down to my belly button, with every inch I feel the heat rise between my legs, waiting for him to touch me, but he stops, just before he is about to hit my core I...

I wake up. Jumping from the sheets and start to breath heavily, grasping at my t-shirt and gasping for air.

"It was a dream, only a dream," I think.

I hold my chest looking around the room, making sure it is my room and not the pool. It felt so real, so real that I'm deadly horny and confused. There's a pool between my legs and a ache that desperately screams for release. I have never had a sex dream so intense, so real to the point where I felt every touch, every kiss, every spark and if I'm honest, I'm upset I've woken up in the middle of it, not getting to see the end.
   What's more confusing is that the man in the dream was Nate. I've never seen him as more than a brother, but coming back, seeing him as the man he is today I've been ignited with a fire in my core and I don't think I could ever not see him as my brother again. But maybe as someone I find... sexually attractive. I mean he has always been attractive, all three of the Greyson brothers are, but I've never, not once had any attraction to any of them, sexually.

This is so weird, where did all this even come from.

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ALL weekend I couldn't get the image of Nate naked out of my head. His naked body pressed against mine, his fingers touching me, his tongue and lips all over my neck. His eyes. I couldn't get the picture of his eyes that was once eyes full of love, but in my imagination was full of lust, desire, want and definitely need.
I'm not sure I'll be able to face Nate again without the images of my dreams flashing before me. Somehow - from somewhere deep in my subconscious mind I've created this, but have I always secretly wanted Nate and never actually wanted to admit it?

I didn't know the answer and quiet frankly it scared me.

Tuesday afternoon, Matthew messaged me to say that him and Sophie were coming to get me around 8pm. Sophie had been back a few days now and I had spoken to her on the phone when she arrived, but she wanted a few days with her family before seeing friends, so tonight we was going to a club. Luckily enough we knew a club in the city that would allow us in with ID, but gave us horrible stamps to say we was under age, meaning we couldn' t drink alcohol. Honestly I didn't mind not drinking, I just wanted some decent music, good vibes and my two best friends was all I needed tonight.
I stare at my wardrobe wondering what to wear. My tastes had change over the years - apart from only wearing trainers, but most of my clothes now, thanks to Amy were more fitted and more girly. I pull on my black bra, placing the black mesh long sleeved body suit I bought before I left New York with a blue waterfall skirt that sat mid thigh in front, hitting my ankles at the back. Obviously, with a wardrobe that had few shoes, my old faithful - black vans were my choice of footwear tonight. If I'm honest, the outfit would look a lot better with heels, but I still need some practise walking in them.
After straigthening my hair I don't do anything else with it, just rake my fingers through it to the side, my makeup subtle, rose gold eyeshadow with black eyeliner like I did over the weekend and a popping plum lipstick. I take one last glance in the mirror before my phone pings with a message.

Sophie
WE'RE ERE!! 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Me
🎉🎉🎉 Coming! xox

Walking towards the blue Range Rover - which Matthew's Mum only got six months ago, I'm actually surprised she even allowed him to have the car for the night. Sophie stands next to it and I can't help the big grin on my face, seeing my best friend again. She's dressed in a black halter neck top that's backless and dark blue jeans. Her hair shorter than I've ever seen it is cut into a bob that is long in the front and of course she's wearing heels, heels that I should be wearing with my outfit.

"If only I could walk in heels," I think.

"Excuse me miss... have you seen my friend Ryan?" She says with a smirk.

"Have you seen my Nephew yet?" I question knowing full well that will shut her up, it works and she blushes.

"Oh! I missed you," she screams hugging me.

"I missed you."

"Three musketeers back together again and the men are going to be so jealous of me when I rock up with you two gorgeous girls," Matt says getting out the car and hugging both of us.

"Them be jealous? Look at you all fancy," I say twirling my finger for him to turn. Matthew is wearing black jeans with crisp white trainers and a white t-shirt.

"Come on, lets go get our party on," he says.

When we arrive at Club Cloud we queue up with all the other people to get in. With our IDs in hand we make our way to the front and all of us get a nice red X stamped to our hands making sure we won't be served alcohol. Kind of a bummer to the night. Not that I am a big drinker or anything, but when I'm out dancing I do love a glass of dutch courage just to give me some edge that I've been really trying to build over the last few years at college.
Entering the club the sounds of R&B fill the room and there's a sea of people moving on the dance floor. When we circle the the edge we manage to find a table near the back and close to the bar - also close to the bathroom because Sophie always needs to go. Everyone in the club is dancing and drinking, I just hope our reunion night out will be just as fun as they are all having. There's not many people here before ten but, it will start to fill up in the next hour or two, which was lucky that we came now and why we was able to get a table so quick.

"I'm going to get drinks, what do you want?" Matt says.

"Coke."

"Lemonade," Sophie says sticking her thumb up.

The room is dark, strobe lights twist and turn around us as the bass from the music pumps through me. There is a balcony that is on the upper floor for VIP and the walls are draped with mirrors along with purple curtains. We've only been here once - for Nate's birthday when he turned 23yrs old. The brothers friend owns the club and when I asked if I could join them, naturally I asked if Matt and Sophie could come with me too. In the two years I've been away nothing has changed, only this time we aren't up in the VIP area, but downstairs with everyone else in the club.

"Shame we couldn't get VIP this time," Sophie jokes.

"I know, but at least we are closer to the dance floor," I shrug.

"So this gap year..." she starts to say, I turn in my chair and lean towards her, my arms resting on the rable. So far - other than my dad, Matthew and Jackson no one has supported my decision. Even Tori thought it was a bad idea, but like I said to them - 'I'm a adult now and should be able to make decisions on my own.' I just hoped that Sophie was supporting me like Matt. "You really going to take the year out?"

"Yeah, I mean... I've missed the boys, my family and I don't think I want to be a writer any more. I feel like I want to go into a different dir.... what?" I ask mid-sentence. Sophie is resting her head on her palm and smiling a big cheesy grin at me.

"Am I missing something?" I think.

"What?!" I ask again.

"You missed the boys?"

"Yeah... Nate and Nico, who else would I be talking about? I say shrugging.

"Just funny that you said you missed them first before you said you missed your family is all," she says still smiling.

"They are my family," I blush.

"Yeah, but your Mom, your Dad, Tori and Jackson have been your family waaaaay longer. Thought they would of been the people you missed the most and at the top of your list," she wriggles her eyebrows and I just shake my head at her.

"What are you smiling about?" Matthew says placing three glasses on the table.

"The boys apparently."

"What boys?" Matt says turning his head, looking around frantically.

"Oh shush, it was a slip of the tongue... forget it," I say laughing grabbing my drink and gulping the coke contents.

"Oh it wasn't, by the end of this gap year don't be surprised if you end up with one of them," Sophie winks.

"Who are we talking about?!" Matt says confused, lifting himself up on the high chair.

"Sex gods."

"OH MY GOD... I need to tell you some-"

"Matt no, it was nothing," I plead.

"Like hell it was nothing!" He says.

After my sex dream with Nate - if you could call a unfinished sex dream a actual sex dream, I called Matt the next day. I was so confused and was questioning whether this dream meant something or if I was just reading too much into it. Matthew said that it was about time I admitted my feelings for the brothers and after he asked the question of which brother I would prefer then answered Nate, he wouldn't drop the subject that I was in love with him.

"Soph you should of seen it. We were turning, twisting, spinning on the dance floor like professional's at the party Saturday, when a slow song came on..."

"Urgh Matt," I groan covering my eyes.

"Ssh, stop being such a prude, it was fucking hot to watch and I wish you would just grow a pair and realised just hot fucking desirable you are babe," he huffs and carries on. "Anyway... So we were dancing and I see these two guys burning holes in the back of her head, practically undressing her. I've never seen two men want something so bad in all my life!"

"Sex gods?" Sophie asks.

"Oh yes, but obviously not sex god number one cause he has Tori, but seriously... totally fucking hot. Question..." he pauses, "if you had to choose who would you pick?" He asks her.

"Who would you pick?" She smiles.

"Oh honey we all know I got a thing for Nicholas, he is just..... yum!" Matthew says and Sophie smiles. "You know that boy definitely has whips and chains attached to his bed."

"OH MY GOD MATT!"

"What?!" He laughs.

"You're probably right," she giggles and I screw my nose up while they carrying on. "I'd probably pick Nathan?" Sophie looks to the side questioning her response, and her eyes light up, "No actually I think I'd pick Noah, he is very handsome and he is an amazing at cook. Ryan?" She asks.

"Oh she picked Nathan. I mean, I get why though. You like that clean cut, all American boy sort of look."

"I only picked him cause you threatened me," I laugh. It was true. Partly true? Did I like Nate? Like that?

"Now I get why you had that thing with Dean," he says.

"MATT!" I say shocked.

Towards the end of my first year in college I got close with a guy in my English Lit class. Dean was the class clown, really cute - like Nick Jonas cute. He was tall, tanned, dark hair that was floppy and messy, green eyes plus a really nice smile. That was what I noticed first, his smile. We went out a few times, didn't make anything official, mainly because Dean was into drugs. Not like 'I'm going to a party and smoke a joint' kind of drugs, but more like he couldn't function without a hit of coke.
The last night I spent with him we was on our fourth date at a frat party. We had never really kissed before, but he wanted more and I just wasn't ready for that. When he tried to force himself on me I got flashbacks of the bullies from high school and I completely froze. I screamed and cried for him to get off of me, but he wouldn't listen. Luckily enough a guy who was walking pass the bedroom stopped him and I never saw Dean again. The last thing I heard was he dropped out and moved back to Colorado. I'm not sure if it was the incident with me or something else, but I never told Matt what happened.

I never told anyone.

"What?"

"Let's not talk about him... okay," I plead.

"Oh and the sex dream she had about Nate!"

"WHAT SEX DREAM? Guys I'm back home now too! Keep me in the loop!" Sophie says interested.

"I need another drink," I say putting my hands up and walking off.

"I'll tell her anyway," Matt shouts back and I wave my hand that I've heard him, but don't care.

Walking towards the bar I think. My head is all over the place and I'm not entirely sure if my brain is playing tricks on me or not. I mean, am I having feelings for Nate? Is Matt putting suggestions in my head? Or is it just a little crush? It has to be a crush right?
Nate was always the one I got on better with. We liked most of the same things and we cooked together, laughed and joked together, all the time. But I also had that special bond with Nico, only in a different way. Nate catered to my more outgoing side. A side that very few people saw, but was still there and he always brought out the best in me. Nico on the other hand was my more calmer side. The side that almost everyone saw. We read books and played music together. We even could sit and not one of us say a word, both of us completely in silence and just enjoy each other's company - not to mention he taught me how to kiss.

"I wonder if Nate is a good kisser as well," I think, as my mind wanders.

As I walk closer to the bar I start to shake the thought of kissing Nate away, getting rid of the evidence ever being printed in my head. I need to stop with these thoughts. I need to stop this stupid little school girl crush.

I stand at the bar, leaning over to get the bartenders attention. There's a tall redheaded girl in a white dress that leaves nothing to the imagination that the tender is serving - wait, serving is the wrong word... he's chatting her up and paying no attention to anyone else at the bar. There's another bartender who is making drinks for a guy with blonde hair and a purple shirt, he is practically ordering everything on the menu and the server looks at me holding up her finger to tell me she'll be a moment. I smile at her and wait patiently for my turn when suddenly I feel hands cover my eyes.

"Three guesses, guess right and you'll win a prize," a voice says into my ear. Nate! I bite my lip stopping myself from smirking, the butterflies in my stomach somersault in a excited dance and I take a deep breath, trying to speak calmly. But I can't. My nerves have gotten the best of me. "Three guesses Ryan," he says playfully, brushing his lips against my ear. I shudder from his deep voice and hope he doesn't notice I have.

"Alexander Skarsgard?"

"Two left," he says stepping closer to me. I feel his body against mine, my back to his from and suddenly my breathing has sped up. I try my best to control it as best I can, only I don't think I'm doing a very good job hiding anything.

"Chris Hemsworth?"

"Last guess, remember... you'll win a prize if your correct," he says.

I open my mouth and go to say his name. Nate has played this game with me since the summer before I left but, I always guessed wrong to wind him up; only now curiosity has gotten the better of me. I wonder what his prize actually is? But in my gut, with how close he is standing behind me I want this feeling a little longer. I want to feel him near me. I want to feel him touching me. I want to continue to feel his lips against my ear.

What on earth is happening to me?

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I know I'm evil!
The first part was a dream but again... these things take
time & the chase is the fun part. 😜

So if you had to pick so far, would you pick as your favourite Greyson?
👨🏼‍🍳 Noah 👨🏼‍🍳
🌹Nicholas 🌹
🍓 Nathan 🍓
I had to added Noah, even though we haven't seen much of him but
there are three of them so it's only fair. 😂
Let me know in the comments!

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CeeCee
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