Protector

by Candy Quinn

  Getting on the guest list hadn’t even been that tough to pull off. Mackenzie was still in touch with her mom pretty regularly, and they both wanted to be with each other today of all days. I don’t know what kind of strings Julie had to pull with Dad to get him to call off the security he’d no doubt set up to keep me out, but between her intervention and the leverage I had with the serving staff, getting in wasn’t too big of an issue. Besides, the press was crawling all around the estate. If the Van der Hausen step-siblings weren’t at their parents’ own wedding, there would be a media frenzy hell to pay. Not even Dad was that stubborn.

  The ceremony was going to take place in the gardens. They were hardly recognizable, with blue flowers decorating just about every visible hedge and tree, and even the fountains were decorated with lotuses that Mackenzie liked to swirl around while sitting on the fountain’s edge. While she did, I stood beside her, shooing away the manor security that passed by us every now and then to give me a dirty look and make sure I wasn’t going to “try anything,” I figured.

  Mackenzie looked even more stunning than she had when she’d first tried on her dress for the wedding. Between her impeccably curled hair and shimmery makeup, she looked like an angelic statue there on the stone side of the fountain. She was trying to wear a smile, but I’d gotten to know her facial cues pretty well over our week together, and I could tell that something was seriously bothering her—not that I needed much of a hint as to what it was.

  “You holding up okay?” I asked, regardless.

  “It’s fine,” she lied, her shining eyes meeting mine, “it’s just…well, now that I really know what Todd is like, I—” she stopped herself, biting her lip uncertainly, “No, I really shouldn’t be thinking like this on Mom’s special day.”

  “Hey, you’re entitled to whatever you feel.” I sat down beside her and put an arm around her reassuringly, suspecting what was on her mind. The gesture couldn’t be seen as anything but brotherly, I figured, even if the paparazzi could get a shot at us from so far away.

  “When I went in there to help her get ready a few minutes ago, she seemed anxious, but…well, not in the same way you’d expect someone to be on her wedding day, you know? Cole, I think she’s having some serious regrets. I think she’s starting to see the side of Todd that you and I know about. What if we’re the ones bringing that out in him, though?”

  “No, Mackenzie,” I assured, her words having confirmed my suspicions, “That’s just what Dad is like, even if it takes some stress for him to show his true colors. If you think Julie is seeing this in him now, just be glad that it isn’t hitting her later, when they’ve got stronger ties that might make it harder for her to break away, like—” I trailed off.

  “…like kids?” Mackenzie finished, looking up at me and noticing the downcast expression that had come over my face. I was quiet for a few long moments, watching a blossom gently bounce against the side of the fountain.

  “It’s going to be another hour or so before the ceremony—come with me a sec, I want to show you something,” I finally said, taking her slender hand in my larger palm and bringing her up with me before heading off towards the manor.

  The walk to the house felt longer than it was. The pageantry of the whole estate made everything feel even more massive than it really was, and even though the serving staff was quick to step aside for us as we made our way in, the hustle and bustle was thick in the air. Champagne and hors d’oeuvres were offered to us on actual silver platters, and we waved off beckoning calls from groups of unfamiliar relatives who were probably hoping to cozy up to us, the soon-to-be heirs to the Van der Hausen fortune. All that was assuming Dad didn’t find a way to weasel my inheritance away from me, but I wasn’t about to let that happen without a fight. If anyone deserved a pay-out, it was us.

  I led Mackenzie inside the house and down the long marble hallway, and as she realized where we were going, she looked confused.

  “Cole, why are we going to my room?”

  I led her inside, a mix of emotions roiling in my chest. The first time I’d been in here since Chelsea passed was the first time I’d met Mackenzie, the spitting image of what Chelsea might have been at this age. The second time, it was to plant a camera in her room, looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being watched. This was the first time I was coming into this room somewhat at ease in a very long time. Though she was still confused, I kept hold of Mackenzie’s hand as I led her to her own bed and sat her down while I took a moment to really look around the room and take in the way it looked before shutting the door behind us and taking a seat beside her.

  “There are a few things you should know,” I started slowly, meeting her uncertain yet loving gaze with my own steady, affectionate one. “This room, it used to belong to my sister, Chelsea.”

  I watched her hand reach up to her mouth and her eyes widen as I proceeded to spill out the entire history of my family’s falling apart under Dad’s roof, and Mackenzie seemed to hold on to every last word. I told her about the late-night shouting matches between my parents while Chelsea and I hid in here, and she drew her legs up, scooting closer to me to listen. As I worked through the story of Chelsea’s illness and everything my dad didn’t do to save her, I watched tears well up in her eyes and slowly stream down her face that could have been made of porcelain. Her fists gripped the sheets of the bed as I told her everything about the affairs Dad had that I knew of, and how they unraveled the marriage and drove Mom away for good. Even though I was sure she’d picked up on the tense arrangement, I explained why I was bleeding Dad of all the money I could get from him in my apartment in the city.

  By the time I finished laying out everything to her, every reason that I’d done everything I did and everything I wanted to do to keep her family from falling into the same state as mine did at Todd’s hands, Mackenzie was curled up into my arms and leaning her head against my chest. A small tear stain was on my shirt where her eye was, and she seemed to be listening to the slow, steady rhythm of my heart.

  “I’m so sorry, Cole,” she whispered afterwards, turning those shining blue eyes up to me. “I had no idea that you’ve had to go through so much, and then to see it all happening over again with Mom and I in place of your mom and sister, I can’t imagine…”

  I gave her a squeeze against my body, and her hand slipped around my waist, burying herself closer into me.

  “Now you see why I’ve had to do what I’ve done,” I stated with finality, taking her chin in my hand and bringing my face to hers, kissing her gently on that delicate mouth of hers. “I’ve done everything I can to protect you, Kenzie, and this wedding today isn’t going to change any of that. We’re going to be step-siblings officially after today, so we’ve got to stick together if we want to help your mom through what she’s stumbled into.”

  “Step-siblings,” Mackenzie echoed, the anxiety in her voice obvious as she started to move her hand away from the parts of my body it had been wandering towards. I put one of my hands over hers and brought it back. Her doe-like eyes flitted up to me, full of need.

  “I never expected us to happen, Mackenzie,” I started slowly as I began to lean towards her, gently holding her frame in my hands as I leaned her back against the bed until I loomed over her, “but I love you, and I’ve never been happier to be able to keep someone so close to me safe.”

  “Oh, Cole,” she breathed, “you’re the best brother I could ever want…” She paused, struggling with the words before meekly whispering out, “And I want you inside me, big brother.”

  As her hand groped my crotch, I was rock-hard. My cock was stiff as I leaned over my soon-to-be sister, practically grinding up against my sibling’s pussy in her room at our own parents’ wedding.

  As we sloppily worked each other’s clothes off in our effort to get naked without ripping anything, I felt more eager for her than I ever had before. I’d just spilled my heart out to her, felt so emotionally close to her, and now we wanted to feel as physically c
lose as our parents’ marriage was about to make us legally siblings. The shame of it burned fresh in my heart, and I could feel it in her, too, but that only spurred us to keep pushing…and it felt so liberating to think of her that way.

  I could hear servants still going about their business outside the room. Not only servants, I realized, but relatives, too. Even as I used my mouth to pull down my sister’s panties, inhaling the scent of her needful pussy, I could just imagine the doorknob rattling, some nosy cousin or aunt sticking their head in to see Mackenzie kicking off her shoes and wrapping her naked legs around my back as I worked my stiff shaft against the outside of her cunt. How long did we spend talking? The ceremony must be coming up in a few minutes, people are going to be looking for us, and soon. I forced all of the thoughts to the back of my head, where they only fanned the passion we tore at each other with. My hand was squeezing her ass as I held her head with the other one, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She pushed her hips up into me, groaning quietly, protesting that I wasn’t in her yet and begging for her brother to stuff her. I sucked on her neck, and I wondered if I would leave a mark that everyone would know she didn’t have before. As we pressed close together, Mackenzie’s moans grew more desirous and louder, as if she was subconsciously threatening to expose us if I didn’t fill her up. I knew she wouldn’t dare, knew that I could quiet her at the slightest “shush,” but part of me almost wanted someone to see us, to know that we weren’t going to be cowed by being under Todd’s roof.

  Above all, I just wanted Mackenzie.

  Her hands groped my thick, muscled arms as I turned her over, fingering her clit as I got my cock ready to plunge into her desperate cunt. As I did, I wondered if the wedding ceremony was already going on outside. The vows could have already been exchanged, and I could be about to plunge myself into the folds of my own gorgeous sister. I felt my crown throb, and I knew that I wanted to feel my new sister’s pussy tight around my shaft.

  I let a careless moan of pleasure escape me as my cock slid into her soaking-wet pussy, her ass cheeks pressing up against my groin as I shoved my full length into her. I started to move my hips slowly, letting both of us savor the feeling of my shaft rubbing the inside of her, making each thrust last a moment as I gently pushed into her. The eagerness she pushed back up against me with as I heard her own gasps told me she needed more, though, and soon. I couldn’t deny her—I was her brother, after all.

  “Ohhhh fuck, give it to me, big brother,” she begged, knees digging into her mattress while I pounded her from behind. What if someone heard that? The thought made my cock harden all the more, and I could feel Mackenzie shudder in pleasure under me. My thrusting in and out was making the bed creak. If there was anyone outside, they were sure to be hearing something coming from the bedroom.

  I pulled myself out and flipped Mackenzie over, stuffing my cock back into her pussy and resuming the momentum as before, taking long thrusts in and out, almost pulling all the way out with each stroke while my mouth sucked at her nipples.

  “I want to make you feel like you deserve, little sis,” I whispered between mouthfuls of my sister’s breasts. She was sprawling herself out, stretching her neck as if beckoning me to bite it. Her cunt tightened at the mention of her relation to me, and she gasped.

  “Don’t stop!”

  I rose up and started bucking hard into her, hearing a sharp gasp of pleasure with each rough, impassioned thrust. I let my own ecstasy rise up just barely to the point of no return before restraining myself, pulling Mackenzie up as I leaned back just enough to let her sit on my lap while my hands grasped her breasts, massaging them as my mouth tended to her neck.

  “Oh god, you’re so fucking strong, big brother,” she cooed in front of me, fingering her clit as I bounced her gently on my bulging cock.

  I let out a low growl in response, eager to show off, and getting a firm grip on the bottom of her ass, I lifted Mackenzie up into the air off my cock. She let out a yelp, partly from surprise and partly with a hint of disappointment of being suddenly deprived of the brotherly mass that had been so sweetly shoved into her just a moment before. I spun her around effortlessly before laying her gently back onto the bed.

  The way she looked back up at me as I raised one of her legs to shove myself sideways back into her made my heart flutter just as much as it had the first moment I’d seen her, in this very room. She was innocent, just a virgin, a young woman who had the whole world closing in on her as she hoped for the best in the people in her life and the future ahead of her. If it weren’t for me, she could already be chafing under the uneasy relationship Dad was drawing her mom into. All those sweet, loving eyes needed was someone to help her out, sometimes in more ways than one. All she needed was her brother to protect her.

  Her cunt had never been so warm and inviting as it was then, her whole body shuddering as a gasp escaped her that was not just ecstatic but relieved to have me back inside. I knew she felt safe as I rocked my hips back and forth, lovingly, then faster and more passionately as I felt her tighten around me in the telltale signs of her incoming orgasm. I bucked into her faster, realizing the warmth and strength in my motions and the increasing irregularity of my thrusts just as Mackenzie cried out loud.

  “Ohhhhh, FUCK ME, BIG BROTHER!”

  I hardly had time to clasp a large hand to her mouth to quiet her, but her hands gripped my biceps lovingly as I suddenly felt her whole body contort and spasm as the orgasm shook her head to toe, a wash of her honey flooding my cock just as I could restrain myself no longer, and despite myself, I heard a long, low groan escape me as I shot hot cum into her, each pulse of my cock earning her another twitch and a little gasp. The pearly fluid filled her up as her own honey drenched me, and I left myself inside her while our dual orgasms ended. Letting her leg fall to the side, I bent down, cock pulsing with the remainder of its energy, and I embraced her with both arms, hugging her tight while our lips met in a deep kiss.

  “That was for you, sis,” I held her as she cuddled into my chest, both of our breaths heavy as we laid in the residue of one another’s lust. Of our love.

  “Do you think someone heard us?” she whispered back, her voice delicate but worried.

  “And if they did?” I returned an arrogant smile, finally letting my naked cock slide out of her and rolling onto my back. Mackenzie followed close by, stroking my pecs while burying her face into my shoulder. Finally, she smiled.

  “You’re right. I love you, Cole,” she purred, her voice absolutely unwound of all its fear, all its tension.

  The time had blown by, we realized, and the next few moments were a rush to dry ourselves off and get back into the clothes we’d spent so much time trying to look perfect in. I pushed open the door first, half-expecting there to be a crowd of horrified servants there waiting for us. But there was nobody. The hall was empty.

  “The wedding,” Mackenzie whispered, suddenly panicked. We rushed to the door outside, stopping ourselves just shy of busting out into the garden as Todd and Julie van der Hausen made their way down the aisle, the clapping and cheering of relatives drowned out by the wedding march as our parents waved back at them, walking hand-in-hand wearing the expressions of newlyweds.

  We’d just fucked while our parents exchanged vows.

  MacKenzie

  My stomach churned as it dawned on me fully that I had just missed my own mother’s wedding. I hadn’t seen her walk down the aisle. I hadn’t been there when she said “I do” and kissed her new husband—my new father. Tears stung at my eyes as I realized just how little I wanted to be there anyway, how desperately I wanted to make the whole event disappear. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about my mom, it was that I loved her so much that it broke my heart to watch her marry someone who would surely hurt her. Cole and I stood behind a huge stone pillar, watching the reception festivities from a safe distance.

  “I’m so sorry we missed it, Kenzie,” he muttered at my ear. I shrugged and wiped a stubborn tear from my eye, thankf
ul for my decision to wear waterproof makeup.

  “I’m not,” I replied coldly, “I probably would have yelled ‘I OBJECT!’ or something.”

  Cole laughed gently and kissed the top of my head. “I know it’s hard, sweetheart. But I know you and your mom are really close and she would’ve wanted you there.”

  I swiveled around, bitter tears stinging at my eyes once more. “Are you trying to make me feel worse?”

  He winced and realized how his words had sounded to me. “Sorry. Really. I don’t mean to make you feel guilty. It’s my fault anyway. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”

  Cole looked so much like a wounded puppy that I simply couldn’t sustain my anger. I sighed and leaned into him, tucking a now-messy curl behind my ear. “No, no, it’s fine. You’re right, though. She probably missed me. Unless she was just too blinded by all the flashing cameras and the excitement to notice. God, I hope she didn’t notice.”

  Watching her spin slowly on the designated grassy dance floor with her head on Todd’s shoulder and a huge smile on her face, it became clear to me that she was perfectly fine. I knew Julie Mason, and if she had been knowingly betrayed by her own daughter, she would be off crying somewhere. She was a good actress, but she was also an extremely emotional lady. I smiled to myself, relieved that I hadn’t ruined her big day. After all, it wasn’t like I was a member of the wedding party or anything; her glossy actress friends had been the bridesmaids, as my mom didn’t want too much media focused directly on me. Even though I knew she had to be upset with me for leaving, she still wanted to protect me from the spotlight as much as possible. A surge of love for my mom clutched at my heart and I walked out into the sunlight, with Cole trailing a little dejectedly behind.