Brody the Minotaur (rough draft)

You woke from a nap and rubbed your eyes, staring out the window at the darkness laid out beyond the truck. All you could see was what was touched by the glow of the headlights. You yawned and stretched, reaching for your waterbottle as faded country music crackled from the radio.

“Good nap?”

Brody was posed in the driver’s seat. Looking more comfortable than if he was in a fluffy recliner. The sleeves of his flannel were pulled up, and a few buttons had come undone since you drifted off to sleep.

“How long was I?” You wiped the side of your face, which bared a sticky residue of drool.

Brody chuckled. “I didn’t keep track. You want me to turn on a timer next time?”

You shook your head, rubbing your eyes to remove yourself from the fog. “Have you stopped anywhere?”

“Not yet, but there should be a rest stop coming up soon if you need it. Then maybe we can find a place to catch a quick bite.” ​​

“No rush.” You check your phone and see a couple of messages from your parents and pictures of your daughter playing in their kitchen.

“How’s the bandit?” Brody asked.

“She’s fine,” you chuckled. “She’ll probably have everything she wants by the time we get back home.”

“Good, she deserves it.” Brody tilted his neck and it popped loudly.

“Ooh1 That sounded nice.”

“I’ve been trying to get it to do that for a while!” Brody laughed in triumph.

You and Brody had been friends longer than you could remember. In a way, he had always been there so you never thought of counting the years. Your parents worked hard together, forming a successful small town business that grew into a massive multiple store success. Right now, the two of you were delivering furniture to Brody’s sister, Lena, who was your best friend. She had moved for a job, so you and Brody promised to deliver her things while she got everything else settled.

Brody and his family were minotaurs, and all of them had this creamy white fur mottled by cinnamon colored speckles and spots. Brody had a mop of thick, curly hair that he usually kept tucked under a hat so he didn’t have to deal with it. He was older than you and Lena so you didn’t start getting close until you both grew older.

“Do you need me to take over driving at all?” You asked.

“Not for now,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’m fine for now. Once we reach that rest stop we can find somewhere to get some sleep.”

You leaned back into the seat and sighed. “I can drive, you know.”

“Yeah but, whoever heard of a woman driver? Sounds mighty like a witch in my book,” he teased.

You smirked and cut your eyes at him. “You think only witches can drive?”

“Witches, prostitutes, divorced women, all of them drive cars. Do you see the correlation-” He could finish his sentence without busting out with laughter. “Lena would fucking kill me.”

You were snickering and giggling behind your hand. “I would do it for her. There’s an ice scraper in that glove box that looks pretty sharp.”

“I’m fine driving for now. Don’t worry, you’ll get to mount up your booster seat and take the wheel.”

You threw an empty water bottle at him. “I don’t need a booster seat! I can reach the pedels just fine.”

Brody smirk didn’t dissipate. “You’re going to throw this perfect seat adjustment all out of whack?”

“I’ll show you seat adjustment,” you grumbled.

His lips parted and his smile grew. “No.” He shut his mouth and snorted. “Nope. I won’t say it.”

You frowned. “Say what?”

He shook his head. “No, no. I’m not going to say it.”

“Who are you talking to? Go ahead and say what you want to say!”

He was starting to shake he was holding it back. “Not in front of a lady.”

“What lady?” You mocked.

Brody licked his lips then clicked his tongue. “Okay then. If you want to talk about adjusting seats, then maybe we should lay them back so that we can have all the room we need.”

You stared for a moment, unsure what he was saying. Then it clicked and your mouth dropped open. “That’s not even the worst thing you could have said! Why were you so puritan about it. I’ve heard you and your friends say way worse stuff.”

“Yeah, with my idiot friends. Not in front of-” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “My family friend.” That didn’t sound like what he was going to say, but he did have to clear his throat.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Don’t see me as one of the guys.”

Brody scoffed. “Why would I want to see you as a guy? They’re all loud and gross, which I love, don't get me wrong. But you’re way better than that.”

“How so?” You turned to look at him.

“Well uh- Oh! There’s the rest stop.” He turned the moving van onto an exit which came into the large rest zone. There were two separate buildings, one for restrooms and another that was full of vending machines.

Brody stretched when he stepped out of the truck. His short rose up over his belly and his jeans had sagged during the drive, showing off more than just his gut. “I have got to go ruin a stall for a few minutes. The vending machine fund is in the glove compartment.”

“I know where it is,” you laughed. You got out the bag of quarters and singles then watched as Brody walked towards the bathrooms. It wasn’t fair how good his butt was, you thought, before you went down to the vending machines.

The place was huge, featuring tons of machines, and not just ones with pre packaged snacks. There was a fresh coffee and hot chocolate server, a refrigerated machine, a freezer machine, fresh sandwiches, fruits, along with chips and soda.

Then in the corner there was another. It was sort of dark but it had a lit touch screen which showed the various toiletries it offered. It had the usual things, pads, tampons, aspirin, antiacids. But there was also a section of various condoms.

“Not to shabby,” you chuckled before going and sett some coffee, as well as a supply of snacks to take back to the truck, which you stuffed into a tote bag. You took one last glace at the toiletries machine. You had a few quarters in hand, so you slipped them to the machine just to see what you would get. You made your selection and out came a golden wrapped condom. You thought it would be funny to let it slip out one day with Brody. All a joke.

You went back to the truck, seeing Brody was leaving the bathrooms the same time as you. You held up the back and the cups of coffe like a victory.

“Who did you have to fight this time?” Brody called out to you.

“No one! They knew to flee before I arrived!” You climbed up the bath and handed him his coffee.

“They’ve finally learned to avoid the might vending machine terror.” He took a sip of the coffee and got a surprised look. “This is actually good. Did you really get it from a machine.”

“No. Some mystical woman wearing a lot of bangles and gemstones. She seemed trustworthy and could drive a car.”

Brody smirked and ruffled your hair. “Come on. There was a map in there and there should be a motel pretty close to here. We can rest up, wash off, do whatever we need to do before we head back out.”

“Sounds good.” You hop into the truck and set the tote bag of snacks and bottled drinks in the center.

The drive to the motel isn’t far, and luckily there are rooms available. The only hiccup is that they only have rooms with one bed available.

“I can sleep on the floor,” Brody offered.

You shook your head. “We’re adults here, it’s a big bed, and I don’t care. Just sleep in the bed. If you’re that worried about cooties I’ll ask for an extra blanket.”

He chuckled. “Then you get a shower first in reward for your bravery.”

“I’m glad to see my efforts getting recognized around here.” You select a change of clothes and go into the bathroom.

It shouldn’t be a big deal, after all you and Brody have known each other for ages. He used to be an annoying big brother type, but the two of you have gotten close, especially since Lena has been going to school and now that she’s moving. He’s always been good to your daughter, but recently he’s really bonded with her, which has been really amazing. The two of you have hung out more and more together, to the point your family have begun making jokes that you are dating. You could do far worse than Brody, but you figured he still saw you as that little sister type.

He is good looking, you thought to yourself. Big and cuddly like that, good rear, deep voice. The warm water rushed over you but you were starting to feel like cold might be the better option. I can’t remember the last time he dated anyone though, you continued to think. And I haven't exactly been busy myself, you thought.

When you got out of the shower and dressed, you kept a towel wrapped around your hair. “All yours big boy, and look, I didn’t melt so obviously I’m not a-” You stopped when you saw him holding the golden wrapped condom in his fingers. The snack tote was spilled open on the floor, so he found your prank far too early.

“Uhm-” You closed your mouth shut tight.

Brody sat back down upon the bed. “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it either.”

Either? The word ran through your system like a bolt of electricity.

He took off his hat and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I mean I…I thought I was alone in those feelings.”

Another bolt with the word feelings.

“Being so close the past few days well…” he cleared his throat. “I feel like we should talk about this before we actually do anything, you know?” he looked at you with those sweet, honey eyes and you melted.

“You…you have feelings?” You asked.

He nodded. “A while now.”

You sat down on the bed beside him and rubbed your knees. “I got the condom because I thought it would be funny but…I kind of had a little devious thought with it too.”

He turned to look at you, watching your face grow redder and redder. “That you wanted to use it?”

You nodded. “Because I like you, a lot actually.”

“I guess it’s good you’re not a witch then,” he murmured.

You smiled and bit your lip. “I’ve known you so long though. I don’t want to do anything that would hurt you or us.”

He nodded. “Or the bandit.”

You scooted closer to him and placed your hand on his leg. He tensed slightly, then a soft smile appeared on his lips.

He held up the golden wrapped condom. “So this was just a joke?”

“Yeah well-” Your face felt hot. “It was stupid.”

Brody looked it over. “It might fit.”

“Might?” You balked.

His brows arched and he grinned. “Guess you won’t know what that means.”

You looked to his lap then caught him grinning at you.

“Made you look,” he laughed.

You pouted and snacthed the condom from his hands. “Nothing to look at.”

Brody’s hand touched your lower back and he kissed your cheek. You closed your eyes, turning your head to meet his kiss. His big hands moved along your body, grasping your waist then moving up to hold your face.

“Oh,” you whispered as your lips parted.

“That’s all?” he chuckled. He brushed your hair from your face, kissing your cheek and neck.

“Give me a second,” you huffed.

Brody breathed against your neck and left his head bowed for a moment. “Like I said, maybe I should sleep on the floor.”

“No. This bed is big enough for the both of us. Especially if we, you know, lie together.” You pet down his neck then held his shoulder. “If you want to.”

“I want to.” Brody lifted his head and looked into your eyes. “Do you?”

You bit your lip then held up the condom. “Cinderella rules. If the condom fits, you’re my princess?”

Brody laughed and kissed you again. “I’m the princess? Fine. But you, my prince, ahve to help me get the foot ready to-” He stopped and growled. “Nope. Not doing that.” he shoved you down upon the bed, kissing you hungrily while his hands moved roughly over your body. You clung to him, kissing back as his hands pushed up your shirt.

“I knew it,” he growled. “Fucking perfect.” He grabs your breasts in his hands, holding them and jiggling them.

“How old are you?” You laughed.

Brody grinned. “You never grow out of this.” He knelt down, kissing and licking your breasts. He tugged down your bottoms and underwear then spread your legs. He kissed down your body, sighing softly as he went. His kisses were warm, and his voice vibrated against your skin.

“Hello there,” Brody growled. “Are you my new best friend.”

“Are you chatting up my cooch?” You snickered.

“I have manners!” He huffed. He then kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh. “What’s this?” His thumb stroked just above your clit. “Two friends?”

“You’re being ridiculous,” ou were starting to lose breath as he touched more.

“A kiss hello you say?” Brody teased. He pressed his lips to your clit, kissing softly then lapping his tongue over it.

You grunted, throwing your head back. It had been a while since any attention had been paid down there, and now you were noticing it.

Brody’s tongue pressed against you, tasting you, then he kissed your clit again. “You’re delicious.”

“Ssh-” was all you could get out.

He pressed his tongue inside you again, his thumb rolling atop your clit. He moaned against you, causing little electric trills to course through your body.

“That’s it, good girl. Now let me see.” He rose up slightly and spread your thighs more. “Like morning dew on a peach blossom.”

He stripped off his clothes before you, revealing his toned, yet still soft body. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out from inside. It was throbbing, half hard and already quite thick. He stroked it in one hand, while touching you with the other. He breathed softly, kicked off his pants then lowered himself down again to kiss you.

His cock rubbed up against your thigh, and he placed his body over yours so all you could feel was him. You kissed and kicked his lips, panting softly as his hand cotninued touching you below.

“That voice,” his own deep one snarled. “Say something to me.”

You gulped. “Like what?”

“Anything. I want to hear you moan for me.” His fingers slipped inside while his thumb continued to rub at your clit.

“Brody I-” You whimpered and leaned your head back. “Your fingers are so thick. It’s so good.”

He chuckled. “Go on.”

“I don’t…I don’t know what to-” Your eyes rolled back a second. “You look so sexy. So big…that deep voice.”

Brody leaned down again, breathing against your ear. “You like my voice, baby?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“I can tell by how wet you are.” He pulled out his fingers and sucked then clean. He then held up his cock, showing you how hard it’s become. “Shall we see if the glass slipper fits?”

You shakily sat up, taking the condom again. You struggle with opening it, but you eventually get it. You roll the condom out at his tip, pushing it over him. The fit it snug, but it does fit.

“Look at me, Cinderella,” Brody chuckled.

“We can stop that,” you giggled.

Brody kissed you, wrapping his arms tight around you. “I was going to cry if it didn’t fit.”

“I’m glad it did,” you breathed. “I’m so turned on I can’t stand it.”

Brody growled. “Then I won’t make you wait anymore.” You were back upon the bed again with your legs locked around Brody’s thick waist. His strong hands held up your hips then moved along your body, touching and stroking until you felt him below.

He poked and prodded, his member sliding against you before it found the target. Brody moaned against your ear as he moved closer and closer. He stretched you open and made his way inside you. You moaned with him, turning your head to take his kiss.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Brody growled. He moved his hips, taking his time to savor everything.

“Uh huh-” you panted.

“I care about you so much…I’ve wanted you so long.” His movements sped up. He pressed deep inside you, moving the bed as his efforts grew.

You held onto his strong arms, gazing up at him above you. His sweet face was strained, twisted by pleasure and relief.

“This feels right, doesn’t it?” You whimpered.

He nodded, kissing you as he went harder. His hands held your hips up and he drove himself deep down inside you. A heat was growing and vibrating inside you, one you knew would overflow through your body and take you over.

Brody’s body tensed and trembled, he rose up and rolled his hips, watching you take him before he pressed deep again. Your back arched from the bed and you squealed as you felt that heat grow closer.

“Go on, please, for me. I want to see you.” His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing it as he moved inside you.

You writhed upon the bed, clutching the sheets since he was out of reach. He was hitting all the right spots, entering the right rhythm. You moaned and choked on your voice, throwing your head back until you were levitating off the bed.

Brody snarled, going faster and faster until he stopped all at once. He whimpered, hissed, and trembled, pulling himself out from you.

He went to the bathroom as you sank back into bed. Once he returned he curled up beside you, holding you close and snuggling his face into your hair.

“So…how was it?” He murmured.

“I came so hard I saw spots in my eyes.” You rolled over to look at him. “It was awesome.”

He smirked smugly then kissed you. “I know there’s more we need to talk about but…I want to do this again and again.”

You smiled. “We’ve got a long trip ahead of us. We’ll talk about it. But I think we’re on the same page.” He brushed crush from his soft eyes. “Right?”

He nodded. “I want to be with you.”

“Me too.” You hugged him close. “I have a secret.”

“What?”

“I have an IUD…we didn’t really need the condom.”

His arms tightened. “You made me use a Cinderella pun. You’re gonna pay for this.” He rolled you out, kissing you and tickling you until you brust our laughing. This would work, you thought. This was just right.