by Ford, Mia
Our kiss deepened, and I spun her around, moving towards the bed. Celia wrapped her legs around me and I dropped her to the mattress slowly. I pulled away and took in her kiss-swollen lips for a moment as she stared at me in a daze. “Is this happening?”
“Yes,” I assured her before leaning down for a longer kiss. I wanted to fuck her senseless right now, but Celia was better than that. She deserved the world and based on her face, she hadn’t had it like I gave it to her for quite some time. Our tongues moved together as I hovered over her, sliding my arm up her side. She had small but full breasts and I stroked the side of her left one gently, feeling her jerk under me. I moved to her nipple, and she moaned softly against me.
“I can’t. I have to go, Remy,” she murmured, turning her head. “Brinley is alone in her room.”
“My sister sleeps like a rock and always has. I’d bet you that she doesn’t move until tomorrow. None of them will.” I assured her as her eyes dilated in need.
“Remy, you’re like a brother to me. Your family is everything to me and I can’t go against them. The first time was different, and we both needed it, but it can’t happen again,” she told me as I narrowed my eyes at her.
“That’s all the more reason to keep doing it,” I growled as she shook her head.
“We need to keep this innocent now, Remy. I’ll never forget you, but I need to leave.” I leaned back, watching her stand and adjust her clothing. Her nipples were straining against her thin shirt as she turned to walk to the door and I reached for her. She was gone, and the door closed, leaving me with an aching cock. I’ve lived up to my reputation as a manwhore and slept with several women since high school, but I didn’t dream about them. I only clung to the memory of Celia and the way she felt and sounded underneath me.
I stood angrily and walked into my bathroom, reaching down to stroke my cock under my shorts. I was painfully aroused and wanted to be inside of her, coming hard. Not necessarily tonight but it was like a wildfire before. I closed my eyes and fantasized about her innocent little mouth wrapped around my cock. Her eyes would be big, and I’d have my hand in her hair, guiding her.
We didn’t get to that the first time. I rutted inside of her like an animal after touching and tasting her everywhere and passed out when I was finished. I tried it with every girl after that, but I didn’t think that Celia would be as mediocre as they were. I knew that she slept with guys after that and even before. She was still innocent and looking for that great fuck like she had the night of Jessie’s funeral. Every woman wanted that and though I delivered it, I only had it once.
I jerked harder and closed my eyes, dropping my head back. I played back her long moans again and shot into the thick workout shorts as I grunted softly. I licked my lips and tasted her there, rocking forward as the release claimed my entire body.
I was twenty-six and should not feel this way about a woman. Not yet. My parents were married at twenty-two and pregnant with me a year later but that wasn’t in the cards for me until I was closer to thirty. I needed to rebuild my career and go from there after my asshole of a boss screwed me over and I found my ex with another man. I knew all along that Melissa was a bitch, but I thought she was good in bed, so I stuck around. I didn’t realize that she was screwing every guy in town.
I cleaned up and changed into new shorts. I tossed the others into the hamper, relieved that I did my own laundry now instead of my mom. I headed out of my room to get some water, taking in the dark house. Celia had kept her word and run back to my sister’s room to hide. I got the water and stepped on the deck, breathing in the cool air. This house had generous balconies off every main bedroom and I spent a lot of time out there. I slept in the comfortable lounge sometimes, waking up when the sun began to rise. I opened the water and took a long sip, cursing my hardening cock as an image of Celia passed through my mind. When I was finished, I headed to bed to try to get some sleep. I was supposed to meet up with friends tomorrow to watch a game and we never made it an early night. It seemed like I needed to find a woman to work out my frustration on and that was never difficult.
I left the house before dinner the next day. I wanted to stay in and try to convince Celia that we were right together, but she was out with Brinley all day. I met the guys at the bar and we watched a basketball game with a raucous crowd, drinking beer. I was well on the way to being drunk by the time we left to go to more of a club. I had some shots there with my friend Tom and he took a close look at me. “What’s up, Remy? You look like you’re thinking something over.”
“I need to drink another shot,” I grumbled since he didn’t even know about Celia. She was my secret, and he grinned and ordered two more. By the time a blurry brunette approached me, I was long gone and easily accepted her invitation back to her place. I was never the guy that had sloppy sex when I was drunk apart from when I was younger.
The woman unlocked her door after a heated make-out session on the side of the bar and I stumbled on. My hands were everywhere as I kicked it closed, needing to feel someone wrapped around me. I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me closer. Long legs wrapped around me as we made our way to the bedroom and I pushed her down in the dark. I didn’t need to see her since it would be someone else in my head. I just needed to fuck and made that clear back at the bar.
We stripped, and I reached into her drawer for a condom. I sheathed myself and crawled between her spread legs, finding her slick entrance. I drove in and heard her cry out, feeling nails in my back. Even drunk, I couldn’t pretend that this was Celia. The woman was rocking with me and asked for more as I gave it to her. She came twice before I had a slight orgasm, kind enough to pretend that it was harder for her.
I was too drunk to get a car home and passed out reluctantly in her bed. I still didn’t know what color her eyes were, nor did I care. It wasn’t until the following morning that I saw they were a soft green. She was pretty and wanted more but I told her I had to be at work, dressing quickly and making my exit.
I got an Uber to my car at the bar and headed home. It was approaching eight, and I walked into the kitchen with trepidation filling my heart. Of course, it was today that the women were all enjoying breakfast together. Brinley narrowed her eyes at me as I looked down to the floor, mumbling something in greeting.
I didn’t want to see Celia’s face. I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and headed to my room for some decent sleep, feeling three pairs of eyes on me the entire time. I knew that it was obvious where I’d been since I looked in the mirror before I left the apartment. I slipped off my shirt and looked at my scraped up back with a turn of my head and a low curse. I’d be hiding that for a few days.
Chapter Five
Celia
“Someone had a good night,” Brinley said as Remy shuffled by. He looked like he was still half-drunk, and Melinda frowned with concern as he got some water from the fridge. I’d known him for long enough to see that he had a one-night stand last night, more than likely. There was definitely fucking, the kind that only Remy could deliver, and he didn’t do seconds most of the time.
I looked down at my plate as the women discussed him in low voices, feigning interest in my fresh strawberries. It could have been me in his bed the night before and I wouldn’t be feeling this pain right now. There wouldn’t be the ache between my legs, at least not as much. I’d tried to make it go away with my own hand as much as possible, but I still wanted him.
Another woman got Remy. I finished my breakfast as much as I could, taking the plate to the sink before Brinley noticed how much food was on the plate. I scraped the remains into the trash and washed it, placing it in the drying rack before I told them I was taking a walk on the beach. I was wearing leggings and a Henley already, so I slipped my feet into my sandals to head down the stairs. The wind was strong today, and it blew my messy curls around my head as I squealed. I ducked down and headed to the water, finding it calmer there. I slipped my shoes off and walked through the swi
rling waves, staring down as I considered my situation.
Remy was my best friend’s brother and felt like my own most of the time. We’d grown up together, and he helped me through a lot over the years. When my mom died, he was the one that sat with me on the beach and listened to me talk about them. Brinley felt horrible and tried her best and Melinda sat with me a few times to talk as well, but Remy was the one that got me. I knew that I had a crush on him since I started to understand hormones, but didn’t every girl have those? They often didn’t work out into anything and were a story to tell the kids later in life. Most girls didn’t fuck their crushes when they were at their lowest and crave it again.
I thought back to my mom and the words she said over lunch when I’d just turned seventeen. We were at our favorite fish and chips place and she sipped her iced tea before gazing at me. “Remy gets more handsome by the day, doesn’t he?” She smiled as I blushed and shifted in her seat.
“Everyone thinks that,” I muttered as she laughed. “He sleeps with girls a lot, Mom.” I was still a virgin at the time and would be meeting my first boyfriend/real kiss/ sex in a month.
“Some men go through that. Guys that look like him find it easy because girls are weak when it comes to eyes like that. They grow up and decide what they want in time and he’ll make a good husband someday.” She told me as I stared into eyes that mirrored my own. “I talked with his mom about you two becoming something years ago. He was always so protective of you and watched you when you were all playing together.”
“He did the same thing to Brinley. I’m like his sister,” I protested as she smiled and shook her head.
“No. You’re different.” We ate and talked about the ocean and our love for it, taking a long walk once we finished our meal. She never brought Remy up again, but she also died seven months later. I wished that she was here to talk to about everything that happened now, so we could work it out together. I felt alone since I couldn’t talk to Brinley or Melinda.
I remembered his mouth on mine and how hard he kissed me, shivering. It only got better with age with Remy. My body screamed at me to give into him again and relieve the pressure that had been building since our first time. My heart was at war with my throbbing pussy and aching nipples, telling me that it would only mess things up. I never wanted him to remember our night together but the look in his eyes suggested that he remembered enough to want more. Sleeping together was a terrible idea and could ruin the only family I had left. No matter how much I wanted it, I had to be logical with this. It was just sex and I could get that anywhere.
I looked up and took in the water and the sand, seemingly endless. I could walk on it forever and run away from the life where I lost my parents and was falling for my best friend’s brother. It was like a bad song from a Disney show. In real life, I needed to turn back and face my future. It would be a good one since my parents made the move to take care of me. It wasn’t the kind of care that I wanted or needed from them, but they would always be with me.
I took a deep, ragged breath and lifted my face to the sky. I could do this. Mom raised me to be strong and Dad encouraged me every step of the way. I could do this.
I turned to head back to the house. I knew that Brinley had plans to go to a party tonight yet again, but I would be staying home. I needed to think and relax in the way that worked for me. I was staring at the sand and walking one step at a time. I felt something in front of me and looked up to see Remy staring at me with his damp hair blowing in the wind. He smelled like his soap and our eyes locked as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “What are you doing here?” I asked, aware of how far away from the house we were. When I stress walked, I put in the miles and always had.
“I watched you leave. I had to shower, and I need to sleep, but I wanted to talk to you.” He told me as I frowned.
“You were out with someone, Remy. You can’t be thinking about me.” I said as he shook his head.
“It’s all I have thought about since I remembered us. Seeing you at that party kicked it into overdrive.” His voice rose as he spoke. “Yes, I was with someone last night but in my head, it was you. I was fucking you, Celia. I even said your name.” His eyes were stormy as I stared at him in shock.
“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” I tried to walk away from him, but Remy grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. He held my hair and kissed me, tasting of mint and desire. I closed my eyes and gave in to the kiss, wanting more but so scared. I knew that this would never work out long term and it could cause a rift in my remaining family. I allowed his tongue to sweep against mine, feeling my nipples press forward as if to reach out to him. I pulled away, gasping for breath and closed my eyes. “We can’t do this.” I reminded him even as my heart pounded under my shirt.
“Why not?” He asked against my lips as I felt my heart break all over again.
“You’re my family. They’re my family and I can’t hurt them this way,” I murmured as he took a harsh breath.
“We’re consenting adults. We always were, Celia. Didn’t your mom talk about us ending up together when we were older like mine did?” I crumbled, dropping my head against his chest. Melinda did it too.
“That doesn’t mean anything. They weren’t talking about us fucking until we were sick of each other.” He stroked my hair, and I closed my eyes.
“It might be more than that. We should see it through.” Remy told me as I laughed weakly.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend? Is it possible for you?” I asked him as he fell silent. “I am not a one-night-stand for you… not anymore. That was the one time when we both needed it, Remy.”
His hands dropped away from me as we stared at each other. Remy looked tortured as he backed up and then turned to walk away. I watched as pain ripped through me at the hopeless fantasy that it seemed both of our mothers had. They didn’t know that little Remy would grow up to be a player and they would never want that for me. I wouldn’t want that for me.
I turned to wander towards some rocks, a place that I came to think after the car accident. Well, both now. I slid onto the rounded one, crossing my legs as I stared out at the water. My lips still tingled from the kiss and I would never be able to put out the fire in my body. I would just replace it with another one, a smaller one. Something that burned this bright could never last. That was only in books and movies.
I composed myself and headed back to the house. Long walks on the beach were nothing new for me but I needed to prove to myself that I could handle this. I walked towards the house, seeing two figures on the deck talking with a lot of hand movements. The closer I got told me that it was Brinley and Remy and I wondered if they were fighting over me. I drew closer and caught the echo of her words on the wind. “You’re twenty-six now…still acting like the manwhore you always were…we’re here to figure out our lives.” It was the usual thing with them and I licked my lips slowly.
Brinley glanced down and saw me, shutting her mouth as she glared at her brother. I didn’t want to point it out, but she had a lot of the same habits that Remy did. She claimed it was a college thing for the last few years but what would she say now? Remy stared at me for a long moment as if he wanted to say something but turned and walked inside. I let out a breath and walked up the stairs, feigning indifference. “Did he listen this time?”
“He never does. Remy is so stubborn.” She told me as I smiled weakly. He was. “When is he going to grow up?”
“Maybe he won’t.” I sat down in a lounge and brushed my hair back from my face. “Some men never do.”
“He shouldn’t be walking in here like that in the morning, not in front of Mom.” She continued, and I laughed.
“Your mom gets it with both of you,” I told her as she closed her mouth and stared at me. “It’s fine. I’m not judging you, but you can’t turn and judge him. Everyone works differently, Brin.”
“Why are you so damn innocent?” She mumbled as she sat down across from me.
“Not innocent. Just different.” I argued. She had no idea what her brother could do in bed and who was I to make her nauseous? “He probably feels the same way about you. I know he does. Remember him at that party?”
“I think he’s just being grumpy. Mom said things went down in Seattle and he’s here early because of that. I mean, he’s always been protective. That night was over the top and I think he gave Kevin a heart attack.” She laughed and dropped back as she closed her eyes. “Someday, I will be at his wedding and he will be at mine. I’ve always known that.”
I looked at the door that Remy disappeared through, wondering if he was looking to me for comfort again. I couldn’t offer it. I needed to make him get through this on his own even if it was with other women. I couldn’t risk my heart.
“We’ll see.” I hated the idea of being at his wedding and watching him give himself to somebody else. I couldn’t even imagine my own at this point.
Chapter Six
Remy
I looked in the mirror on Monday morning, straightening my blue tie. I was told that it brought out my eyes which I deemed my best first impression. I knew how to charm people. My hair was carefully styled to look messy, and I slipped my suit jacket on carefully. I looked right for the job even if it wasn’t as big a company as the one I worked for in Seattle. It was a start.
I grabbed my keys and headed out of the room, spinning them around my finger. Celia was headed towards the stairs in a loose purple sundress and she glanced up, pausing as her mouth formed an O. “You look nice.” She said as she looked me over slowly. My skin burned as her eyes slowly slid over me, undressing me in my mind. “Job interview?”