My Brother's Best Friend
A story by Government Patsy
Chapter 2
Dana POV
I can't believe it! Mulder is coming back!
I'm ecstatic when Bill tells me the news. Apparently Mulder has been transferred from Columbia in New York to Berkely - meaning he'll be only 20 minutes away from San Francisco!
I'm in my senior year of high school now, with school starting up again in a few weeks, and I haven't seen Mulder in a bit over two years. I've actually gotten a few close friends and I'm even dating someone. A lot has changed for me since I last met Mulder. We've talked a few times on social media. For my birthday this year he sent me the picture his mother took of him and me for his graduation, wishing me a happy birthday. I obviously still have the picture saved on my phone. As much as I try not to, I can't stop myself from thinking about him almost daily.
Apparently Mulder is being set up with quite a nice apartment close to Berkeley and he's asked Bill to move in with him. Bill is going to save a fortune and he's obviously missed Mulder a lot, so he's really excited about this. Bill's gotten quite a nice job with a prominent business downtown San Francisco. He still doesn't earn that much but if he keeps going the way he is now, he'll be in a very good place in a few years.
I still ride my bike around, some things haven't changed. I got my license last year but I don't have my own car and I actually really like just riding my bike around, especially in summer.
Mulder's been back for a few days and Bill's officially moved in with him but I haven't seen him yet. My dad is still not the biggest fan of Mulder's and after Mulder hugged me and kissed my cheek on graduation day, he's quite actively kept me from seeing him.
I tell him I'm going to meet up with Ellen in town but I ride my bike to the address that Bill has messaged me. I can't wait to see Mulder again!
x
Mulder POV
"Dana's coming over," Bill tells me as I pop some toast into the toaster while he pours us some coffee by the kitchen island.
"Really?" I ask excitedly - I haven't seen Dana in years but I instantly look forward to it.
"Hey, calm," Bill furrows his eyebrow.
"Bill!" I shake my head at him. "Don't be your dad, man… you know how I feel about your sister!"
"Yeah, I know," he chuckles. "I still don't know why you kissed her though!"
"Bill," I laugh at him. "It was a peck on the cheek, mate! And honestly, I mainly just wanted to piss your dad off for being a dick to me!"
"Well, it worked very well," he scoffs. "Why do you think Dana's never been around when you've been back to visit?"
"Really?" I'm actually surprised by this. "He's that strict?"
"Well, yeah," Bill shrugs.
There's a knock on the door and Bill immediately goes to open up for his sister. The toaster pops so I butter the toast as I sit down by the island, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Hey, Mulder!" her voice makes me look up at her and my breath catches in my throat.
This is not the Dana I remember. This can't be Bill's sister!
Her red hair falls to her shoulders and her blue eyes pierce my very soul. She's wearing some casual , light blue jeans and a tight, little, red t-shirt that shows off just a little bit of midriff. Her figure is amazing… she has breasts… Dana has breasts… and I can't stop looking at them… fuck!
"Dana!" I say hoarsely.
"Dude! My sister!" Bill reminds me and hits the back of my head with a flat hand.
"I know!" I chuckle nervously. "I could just hardly recognize you, Dana - sorry!"
"It's fine," she shrugs with a smile and sits down next to me by the island.
"Do you want some toast?" I ask her lamely.
"I already had breakfast, I'll take some coffee though," she smiles at me.
Bill grabs her a cup from the rack by the stove and I pour her some coffee from the pot.
"Thank you," she whispers into her cup as she takes a sip.
I can't stop looking at her. Was she always this beautiful? Surely not!
Bill goes on to give her a tour of our apartment. The downstairs is pretty much just one big open space with an open kitchen and living space and then a small guest bathroom by the entrance. On top of the living room where we have our couch, tv and foosball-table the bedrooms are located but above the kitchen and dining area it's open all the way up to the glass roof, so you can see from the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom doors. My bedroom is on the right, Bill's in the middle and then there's an office on the left. Next to my bedroom there's a bathroom.
I finish off my two slices of toast as Bill shows her around and quickly go to put my plate in the dishwasher.
"I love your apartment, Mulder!" she tells me as she sits back down by the island with her coffee.
"Thanks," I chuckle. "It's pretty great!"
After talking and finishing our coffees, Dana and Bill decide they want to bake a cake, so they go grocery shopping for the ingredients.
I clean up a little bit, getting rid of the last of the boxes and the like, that we still had laying about after moving in. As they come back from the store and unpack the groceries, Bill's phone goes off and he answers it immediately.
"Sorry, Dana!" he sighs as he hangs up. "That was the firm, I have to draw up some papers right away!"
"It's sunday!" I interject. "Do they really need it right now?"
"C'mon, Mulder… you know what it's like…" he sighs.
"It's okay, Bill," Dana smiles at him. "I'll just bake this cake while you do your work… if it's okay?"
She's looking to me for confirmation, asking permission to use my kitchen, I guess.
"It's fine with me," I nod.
"Yeah, I guess that'll work," Bill smiles as well.
He goes to his room where he has a desk sat up so he can sit there with his work laptop.
"Can I help?" I ask Dana as I approach her in the kitchen, trying not to look at her ass as she has her back to me.
"Sure," she shrugs, seemingly not bothered, but I notice the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
She shows me the recipe on her phone and puts it down on the table in front of us. I get her all the things she'll need and then we start off. She mixes the wet ingredients while I do the dry ones. It's slightly awkward between us since it's been so long since we've seen each other but we keep just smiling nervously at each other.
"So why did you move back?" she finally breaks the silence.
"Well, when I lived here I couldn't wait to go back to New York… but being there, I just missed my family and my friends here," I shrug. "I was lucky to get into Berkeley though - they have a really good Psychology department so I can finish my bachelor while being closer to everyone."
"Well, I'm glad that you're back," she smiles at me before looking away shyly, her face slightly red - I forgot how easily she gets embarrassed… so damn cute.
"I missed you too," I tease her, elbowing her side gently.
"Mulder," she shakes her head at me and elbows me back.
"So how are you?" I ask her, still stirring in my bowl even though the ingredients have been mixed for a little while now.
"I'm really good," she nods her head and smiles while whisking in her own bowl. "I have a few close friends now as well, I opened up a bit more during my sophomore year - I guess I'm not as shy anymore."
"I'm glad to hear that," I tell her. "Do you have a lot of guy friends then? I remember how well you got along with all of Bill's friends."
"Mainly girls," she ponders. "Well, I'm seeing someone so I guess he's kind of a friend too."
"Seeing someone?" I stop stirring the bowl and look confused at her.
"Dating," she clarifies, narrowing her eyes at me.
"You're dating?" I say outraged, not really knowing why I feel so strongly about this.
"Mulder, chill," she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing," I shrug but I feel pissed. "So… is it serious?"
"Ehm…" she seems to ponder my question. "I'm definitely giving him a chance but it's only been like a month, so it's not that serious yet."
"Oh okay," I say biting my lip. "So… have you kissed him?"
She looks up at me but I just keep looking down into the bowl that I'm once again stirring.
"I have…" she admits and I feel my jaw clench.
"Have you done… more than that?" I ask quietly.
"Mulder!" she exclaims quietly, slapping my chest with the back of her hand. "Why are you asking me this?"
"I'm just curious…" I chuckle, trying to stay cool and collected. "C'mon, we're friends, Dana!"
"I know," she nods. "But we never talked about stuff like that before!"
"Well, you were 14, Dana… that would have been inappropriate!" I shrug.
She seems to think about this for a little while. I stop stirring my well-mixed bowl and just observe her whisking away and thinking.
"No," she finally says, not meeting my eyes. "I haven't been with him like that… I haven't been with anyone like that…"
I feel strangely relieved. But I bite my lip to try and hide my reaction.
"Cool," I simply say.
"What about you?" she fires back and finally looks at me, done whisking as well, leaning her side into the counter to better observe me, her arms crossed over her chest.
"What about me?" I gulp.
"Well, you've just spent two years in New York… did you stay all by your lonesome that whole time?" she challenges me, her eyebrow raised in a manner that makes my hormones go wild.
"There were a few… casual encounters…" I admit. "I did date one girl… but it didn't really work out between us - she was a bit crazy, really."
"She was crazy?" she seems skeptical.
"Well, she cheated on me," I shrug. "I liked her but she made me feel like shit… I don't even know why I liked her, looking back…"
"Oh well," she shrugs and smiles at me. "You deserve better, Mulder."
"Do I?" I smirk at her.
"I think so," she shrugs with a smile. "Come on, add the dry ingredients bit by bit while I whisk it together."
She picks up the whisk again and I surprise her by moving behind her, slightly to her left, as I tilt my bowl and pour a little of the flower mix into her bowl. I can see goosebumps on the skin of her shoulder where my breath tickles her. I want to kiss that skin so badly. I move a little closer and our bodies are pretty close together now.
"Is this okay?" I ask her in a whisper, pouring a bit more flower into her bowl.
"Yeah," she says quietly, leaning slightly back into me.
I'm well aware that my grey joggers aren't doing a good job of hiding my excitement about being this close to her… and it's poking her lower back.
I try to tell myself that this is Bill's sister… that she's off limits… but something about her just draws me to her. Her hair is falling into her face so I lift my hand that isn't holding the bowl and gently pull her hair back behind her ear. My fingers grace her neck as I do so and she lets out a cute little sound that almost sounds like a moan.
The mixture is done now so I put my bowl down. She turns slightly and I back away from her a little to make room for her.
"What do we do now?" I ask her, my eyes fixed on her lips as she puts her finger into the mixture and has a taste of it. "Is it good?"
"Mmh, it's good," she smiles at me. "We put it into a cake tin and bake it."
I dig out a cake tin from a cupboard and we fill it up with the batter and put it into the oven. Dana sets a timer on her phone and then looks back to me.
"And now?" I ask her, still looking at her lips.
"We wait," she shrugs, seemingly a little nervous.
I clear my throat and avert my eyes from her.
She's Bill's sister! She's Bill's sister! She's Bill's sister!
I keep repeating it to myself but I can't keep my eyes off of her for long. She pours herself another cup of coffee and sits down by the island again.
"So what does your dad say about you dating?" I wonder as I sit down next to her, sitting sideways in the chair so I'm looking straight at her.
"Well," she chuckles. "He's not a fan, but as long as I keep my curfew he doesn't have a problem with it really… he trusts me, I think."
"Just not with me?" I chuckle.
"I was younger back then…" she shrugs.
"Still," I argue. "I drove you home twice and he acted like we'd slept together!"
Her eyes widen as I say that and I bite my lip as I struggle not to imagine doing just that.
She's Bill's sister! She's Bill's sister! She's Bill's sister!
"Well… I don't think his problem was you driving me home…" she finally says.
"No?" I ask her.
"I think he knew that I… that I kinda had a crush on you," she says and blushes as she smiles cutely at me.
"You had a crush on me?" I chuckle and point to my chest, my eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"You didn't know?" she covers her eyes but laughs, nonetheless.
"I had no idea," I smirk, feeling rather good about myself.
"Oh stop," she hits my chest but lets her hand linger there for a little bit before removing it again. "I was just a kid."
"Maybe," I shrug. "How do you feel about me now then?"
"Now?" she looks at me and then looks back down at her coffee. "Well, you're Bill's best friend…"
"And if I wasn't?" I ask her in a whisper, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
"Are you asking me out?" she raises her eyebrow at me in disbelief.
"You're Bill's sister…" I trail off. "But if you weren't… then yeah, I definitely would…"
"Oh," she says and turns bright red as she's eyeing me carefully. "But I am Bill's sister…"
"You are," I sigh in defeat.
"Guess you'll never know then," she shrugs, smiling into her cup as she takes another sip.
"So mean," I sigh, deflating and wishing so bad that she wasn't my best friend's sister.
We talk about less dangerous topics after this. About her plans for college, her plans to become a doctor. For every word that she says, for every smile that she gives me - I can feel myself fall for her even more. I've never been this infatuated with someone before. I hang on her every word and laugh at her every joke. And she's so beautiful, inside and out.
As her timer runs out we take the chocolate cake out of the oven. It smells heavenly but apparently it has to cool off now, while we make some chocolate ganache for it.
"You're quite good at this, aren't you?" I ask her from my stool by the counter island as she fixes the ganache.
"I like baking," she shrugs. "I have kind of a sweet tooth but I don't want to gain weight so I just eat desserts and sweets that I've made myself to try and have it a bit less… so yeah, I've gotten quite good at making it."
"Cute," I smile at her.
She rolls her eyes at me but smiles, nonetheless.
Bill joins us again just as she's putting the final touches on her cake. It looks and smells amazing and it tastes even better.
"She's good, isn't she?" Bill asks me.
"So good," I nod and give Dana a smile.
"Thanks, guys," she chuckles and licks her fork clean from ganache, making my dick jump to attention yet again.
I strangle a groan and look down to my plate. I swear she did that on purpose… I look back up at her and see the smirk on her face… oh man, I'm in trouble here!
Bill just eats his cake, none the wiser.
As we finish the dessert, Bill announces that he has to finish his work down at the firm.
"I'll be back in time for dinner, Mulder," he says on his way out. "Sorry, I have to leave, Dana - do you need a ride home?"
"I have my bike," she says. "But I'll see you soon, Bill."
She gives him a hug and then he's out the door.
"So…" I approach her. "You leaving?"
"I guess I should," she shrugs, looking up at me and not moving towards the door.
"It's a nice day out," I remark. "Maybe we could go for a walk? Catch up a bit more?"
I want to spend time with her so badly but I don't know if it's such a good idea to do it here - just the two of us…
"Sure, I'd love to," she smiles at me and we walk out the door together.
x
Dana POV
As the days and weeks and months pass by I spend quite a bit of time with Mulder. I can tell that he finds me attractive. He pretty much outright told me that. I don't know if he's just a shameless flirt, but that's not what it feels like to me. He makes me feel special. I love spending time with him. I always come to the apartment to see Bill - but sometimes I go over there even though I know that he's working… and Mulder always invites me in anyway.
I love talking to him. And I still love looking at him too. I honestly didn't think I would still feel like this about him but what I'm feeling for him is stronger than ever. I want him badly… but Bill wouldn't like it… my whole family probably wouldn't like it… least of all my dad!
I end up breaking it off with the guy I've been dating as we start school again. Colin was nice and respectful but compared to Mulder… I don't feel about Colin as I should feel about the guy I'm dating. There was never the same excitement there as there is with Mulder. And there should be.
It's my senior year and I try to enjoy it as much as I can. The months pass by quickly. Too quickly. Christmas comes and goes. So does my birthday.
It's wet and dark and rainy outside in San Francisco this time a year. One Thursday afternoon I ride my bike over to Mulder's. I tell my parents that I have a study date with Ellen and they just tell me to be home before 11 pm.
"Is Bill home?" I ask him as he opens the door.
"No, he'll be home late today, I think he had a date right after work," he chuckles. "Do you want to come in though?"
"Sure," I shrug and smile at him.
I take off my wet rain jacket and hang it up on the rack before stepping out of my boots and going into the living room.
It's been a while since we've been alone together and I'm happy I caught him alone today. I don't think we've been alone since before Christmas. It's different between us when we're around other people… it has to be.
"So how are you?" he asks me sweetly as we sit down on the couch, on each end of it as we face each other.
"I'm okay," I shrug. "This school year is just passing too quickly… I have my senior prom next week!"
"Really?" he raises an eyebrow at me. "Who are you going with?"
"Ehm… someone named Tyler asked me…" I say and avert his eye contact.
"Tyler?" he says, not sounding very pleased. "And did you say yes then?"
"Yeah, I said I'd go with him," I sigh, already regretting telling him about prom.
"So what's Tyler like?" he wants to know.
"Mulder, please," I sigh in exhaustion. "You always do this!"
"Do what?" he asks me harshly as he moves a bit closer to me, sitting up more straight.
"You ask me about who I'm dating and act all jealous…" I exclaim.
"I'm not jealous!" he claims, looking down at the floor.
"Well, what do you expect me to do?" I sigh. "Do you want me to say no to every guy that asks me out?"
"Yes," he says too quickly. "I mean no… just… do what you want, Dana."
He leans back against the backrest of the couch and closes his eyes. I suddenly feel my anger rise. Who does he think he is?
"Mulder, you're such a dick!" I say and cross my arms over my chest - my words surprise him and he sits back up again. "You act like I'm the only woman in your life when I'm here… you make me feel special and beautiful but you say you would never go out with me… it's so fucking confusing!"
"Dana," he looks shocked. "You are the only woman in my life right now… besides my mother and sister… you are special to me and you are very beautiful… but you know I could never do that to Bill…"
"Then just stop flirting with me, Mulder! And stop making me feel guilty about dating other guys… I'm sure you're not living in celibacy…" I say angrily.
"Dana, don't you think I know why you come over here when Bill isn't home? You flirt with me as much as I flirt with you! And actually yes, I haven't been with anyone else since I moved back here, not since I… not since I met you!"
"You're so frustrating!" I exclaim standing up from the couch.
"Well so are you!" he states back as he stands up right in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I ask him as he steps closer to me.
"What are you doing?" he asks me back as I place my hands on his chest.
"Mulder, I…" I can't even tell him how I feel right now.
"Dana, obviously I'm gonna be jealous of any guy that has your attention that isn't me… don't you know how I feel about you?" he asks sincerely as he places his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.
"I know," I sigh as I look into his eyes. "And none of them have my attention, Mulder… you're the only guy I ever think about…"
His eyes twinkle as I tell him that. He brings one of his hands up to my face and moves a few strands of wet hair away from my cheek before entangling his hand in my hair. Our faces move closer together on their own accord. His eyes are fixed on my lips. My eyes close as our lips finally connect.
His lips are soft and when they move against mine, I feel something that I've never felt before. It feels like I'm floating and like my whole body is buzzing. I moan into our kiss and open my mouth as his tongue seeks out mine. Oh God, he feels good. His hands have moved down to my ass and he's squeezing it as he's trying to pull me closer towards him. I can clearly feel his erection poke my stomach through his slacks. It makes me feel all warm inside, a warmth that travels down to my center, where my clit starts to tingle in a way I've never experienced before.
He pulls out of the kiss and I look up at him in confusion but he just smirks and sits down on the couch again, this time pulling me down to straddle him.
I move my hands into his hair and we kiss once more. Our tongues and lips meet each other again and again while his right hand slowly sneaks up under my sweater and t-shirt. He groans into our kiss as his hand starts to massage my breast through my bra. He stops kissing me again and moves his hands to the hem of my sweater before looking into my eyes for permission. I just nod at him and lift my arms as he pulls my sweater and t-shirt over my head, leaving me in my black lace bra.
His eyes are glued to my chest as both his hands caress my breasts. Giving them a squeeze before he moves his mouth to my neck. He leaves kisses from my ear and down my neck to my clavicle, all the while massaging my breasts. His lips are hot against my skin and it tingles everywhere that his mouth touches me. I'm aware that I'm moaning constantly now but I can't stop myself.
"You're so fucking hot, Dana," he breathes against my skin before lowering his kisses to my upper breasts.
His mouth is hot and wet and his words turn me on so much. I can feel his erection against me and suddenly I have an urge to see it… to touch it… I move my hands down to his shoulders, down his chest and stomach and down to the button and zipper of his slacks. I begin to undo them and suddenly Mulder leans back, looking at my hand on his zipper.
"Oh fuck!" he mutters as he bites his lip.
I move my hand into his open pants and feel his hard cock through his boxers. I can't believe I'm doing this… I can't believe how hard he is for me.
I'm about to move my hand into his boxers when I feel his hand on my wrist. I look up into his eyes and I see doubt. I instantly feel hurt and upset. I know what's about to happen.
"Dana, no, we can't," he whispers hoarsely.
"Mulder…" I trail off as I feel tears sting my eyes.
I get up and put my clothes back on as he tries to zip his pants back up again without injuring himself.
"Dana, I'm sorry!" he says, still struggling with his zipper as he stands up in front of me.
"I don't want to hear it, Mulder!" I say and turn around as I feel the tears start to fall.
I walk towards the door but he grabs a hold of my arm, making me turn around towards him.
"Dana…" he begins but I cut him off.
"No, Mulder!" I yell at him. "You're leading me on and it's not fucking fair!"
"Dana, Bill is my best friend!" he tries to defend himself. "And you're my friend too! I don't want to ruin the two best friendships I ever had!"
"Why would you ruin your friendships?" I ask him angrily.
"I have a younger sister!" he exclaims. "And I know how Bill feels about you! He would kill me if he knew I was sleeping with his sister!"
"That's just chauvinistic bullshit, Mulder," I say and cross my arms over my chest. "You could still be friends with him even though you've slept with me…"
"Dana, no!" he shakes his head. "How could he look me in the eyes if he knows I'm fucking his sister? Bros don't do that to each other!"
"So we'd just be fucking?" I ask him angrily.
"What the hell do you think?" he throws back at me. "Obviously fucking not, Dana! If you don't know how much I want you and how much this is killing me, then you're literally in denial!"
"But if you want me that much, then how can you not even give it a chance?" I ask, tears streaming down my face now.
"You deserve better," he says in a whisper as he pulls me into his chest - I struggle at first but end up crying silently into his shoulder as he holds me against him. "You can do so much better than me, Dana. And Bill deserves to be treated better too… after all that he's been through because of me…"
"Mulder, you don't still blame yourself for everything that happened in highschool, do you?" I ask him into his shoulder.
"No, not everything…" he says not very convincingly. "It doesn't matter, Dana. I want you to go to your prom and enjoy yourself! Stop hanging out with me and find a nice boy that you can have a future with instead of willingly giving yourself to someone who clearly doesn't deserve you."
"You really want me to move on?" I look up at him sadly, my eyes wet from crying.
"I do," he says and nods even though his eyes look a little wet.
"Fine," I say, pulling away from him again. "I'll stop coming here when Bill isn't home."
"Yeah, okay," he nods but looks disappointed.
I move towards the door and he sees me out. I put on my jacket and boots as an awkward silence sits between us.
"Bye then, Mulder," I say and can't quite meet his eyes.
"Bye, Dana," he sighs and gives my hand a squeeze before I turn around and walk out the door.
I feel empty as I ride my bike home. It's raining. Tears are streaming down my face but my face is soaked from the rain anyway. As I make it home I take off my wet clothes and get into a hot bath as I process everything that's happened tonight. I hate Mulder. And I hate that I still want him. I hate that I still love him.
Please review if you want more chapters - I have a few written up already!