by Candy Gray
I take a second before I respond.
"Because - there is no one like you on this planet."
He winks.
"That's right, friend. That is right."
I wait in the bathroom for a minute, before sliding out. My heart is raising, and I expect, for some reason, the whole plane will be standing outside of the door ready to comment and complain about us having sex, but no one seems to look this side. I shut the door slowly and let out a little cough. I make my way back to the seat where James has already started to drift to sleep.
"Scuse me," I say politely. My ass passes eye level to his face. I am surprised he doesn't lean forward and try to take a bite out of it.
"Hey," he whispers. "How was the bathroom?"
"Alright."
He smiles.
"Only one more hour till we are home," he says looking at his watch and back at me.
"Yup," I nod.
We sit in awkward silence for a moment.
"And this is over then?" he says slowly.
I put my hair up in a ponytail. It got pretty messed up while we were in the bathroom.
"I am afraid so. I don't really see the conversation happening with Mallory where you are going to tell that you have been screwing your step sister."
He frowns.
"You know she's not my girlfriend."
"Well, she is someone or something in your life," I say back to him. He furrows his bows and starts to fidget with his thumbs rubbing his fingers together.
"You...you can't keep jumping back and forth. This whole trip you were trying to fuck me and then right after you are full of remorse."
"That's not true," I say.
"It is true. Why can't you see I won't let you down. I am still here after all the shit we have been through. I still want you."
The pilot comes over the speaker to inform us we will be landing in the next half hour. I tug on the belt.
"I just - I don't know what to think James."
"Why do you have to think anything out. What does your gut tell you?"
"That-" I take a second to think about it. "that dating my step brother is wrong."
"That doesn't sound like a gut reaction," he scoffs, tilting his head back in frustration.
"It's just not the answer you wanted to hear." I look out the window. I can see the earth coming into view as we descend out of the skies. It looks so beautiful. The cityscape appears; the vacation is over, and any fantasy of James has to end with it. This is the real world now, not paradise. I tell myself I made the right decision and that everything will work out. James has fallen quiet. He must have realized he has run out of time. I don't know how he sees this working, but the sooner I get away from him, the better.
The plane rumbles and skirts against the run way, shaking. He doesn't grab my leg in fear. He unbuckles himself instead, as soon as he can head off the plane. I follow after him.
"Are you mad at me?" I ask him, hurrying up my legs.
"No, Sam. I'm not mad. I just don't know what you want from me. I can't stay away from you. It's not that easy. So I - I don't know." He looks away, and his suitcase comes out of the luggage dispenser. Our parents approach us.
"Hey, you guys." I hear my mom's voice. We both turn and look at her. She smiles. Stanley holds her arm in his. "That flight went quick," she says, laying her in head into my step dad's chest.
"Yeah," I sigh...James' eyes meet mine for a second, and we look away. So is it going to be weird now? "I slept the whole time, so it really went by."
I hear James snort behind me. I whip around.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"Well, what are you guys' plans?"
"I am probably going to fly out to L.A. I have a few meetings set up," James says.
I try my best not to stare at him. So he is leaving for good. Going far away from me, it is actually happening. I suddenly feel empty.
Chapter 13
James
I open the door to my condo and throw my suitcase onto the ground. After the wedding and trip, it feels good to be at one of my homes. I reach for the light switch.
"Well, hello handsome," a voice says slowly. My hearts leap out of my chest.
Samantha? Has she come all the way out to LA to see me?
No, that doesn't make sense. Mallory appears in the doorway wearing a red lingerie. A lacy red thong covers her pussy, and a see-through bra holds her tits up. But she doesn't compare to Samantha. I force a smile.
"Hey," I say, walking to the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of ice water.
"I'm so glad you finally made it home," she purrs, walking toward me. She slips her hands around my waist and pulls me in.
"I was wondering when you would be back in LA. I'm glad I caught you."
"How did you know when I would get back?" I ask her, taking a long sip of water and finishing it with one gulp.
"You texted me and told me last night."
"Oh..." I trail off. I don't remember, but it seems like something I would do after Samantha and I got in a fight. "Nice." She nuzzles into my back, and I feel her soft breasts push up against me. But it does nothing to me. Maybe I am just tired.
"Look I had a really long flight, Mallory." She tosses her dyed blonde hair over shoulders.
"Then just let me help you relax. You have a big work week ahead of you."
I don't remember ever giving her a key to my condo. Mallory slips around and drops to her knees. Her hands unzip my pants and pull out my cock. She slips it into her mouth. She bobs her head and takes my whole piece. I close my eyes, but I suddenly see Samantha in my mind.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she asks, holding my flaccid cock in her fist.
"I told you I'm tired," I rezip my pants and collapse onto my couch. Mallory follows me into the living room.
God - why doesn't she just leave and find someone else to bother.
"So like are you just going to bed now?" she asks walking over to the couch and sitting on it by my feet.
"Yeah, probably," I say.
She leans in again; her hands climb over my body, and she tries to rub my cock through my pants.
"Are you upset I didn't come to the wedding?" she asks.
"No," I laugh slightly.
"Why are you laughing?" She pulls away.
"What are you here for, Mallory?" I ask her sitting up. "Seriously - why?"
She tilts her head and glares at me.
"To fuck you? I don't know though after you have all this attitude with me." I nod.
"You should probably just head home. We should stop these late night rendezvous. We tried the relationship - we should just give up," I sigh, running my hands through my hair.
She looks at me stunned.
"Are you breaking up with me?"
I rest my hands on her shoulders.
"I can't break up with you. We were never together."
She frowns and stands in a flurry. I feel like a douche bag. I sit there and watch as she runs to the bathroom and changes. I can hear her mumbling under her breath and cursing my name. I place my head in my hands and close my eyes. Fuck. Not only is the girl of my dreams mad at me but now so is my friends with benefits. But she was never really my friends, just a good lay. Maybe Samantha was right; maybe I am I a piece of shit.
"Why, James? Why are you doing this?" Mallory asks me, standing in the doorway wearing a coat and jeans.
"Just go, Mallory. You are a really nice girl. You deserve a relationship with someone who wants to commit to you."
Mallory curses under her breath and opens the door. She glares me.
"Call me when you start making sense." The door snaps shut. I don't think I will ever make sense. I mean, I am in love with my step sister. I don't think she will find that to be reasonable. I pull out my phone and start looking through the pictures we took on the trip. I stare at the one of Samantha and me on the boat. Her beautiful body underneath that skimpy little bathing suit. God, she looks so hot, and even better when she was on her knees. Now, my c
ock gets hard; I wonder what my step sister is doing. Did she make it home okay? Is she missing me the way that I miss her? Fuck, I would do anything for her tight pussy. It hasn't even been a full day, and I already am missing her. I stand up, trying to remove my erection which is pressing into my pants. I could text her, but I won't. She made it clear that she wanted to keep our relationship platonic. I shuffle in my bed, knowing that my hand will be the only relief I will receive for a while.
Chapter 14
Sam
Jesus Christ. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. It has been a few months since the wedding, and nothing went back to what I thought it would. I look over at the man in my bed. I'm finally sobering up and realizing sleeping with my coworker was not a smart idea. I stare at him. He's alright looking and a nice guy, but nothing like James, and nowhere near as good in bed. I haven't had someone make me cum since James. Ugh - why am I still stuck on my step brother. I wait for a second to see if my coworker wakes up. He doesn't. I slide my hand over and shake his shoulder. He tosses and turns, but just rolls over. Fuck. I lay there in my bed, listening to the visitor's chest rise and fall next to me as he sleeps peacefully. I would do anything for it to be James, so I could roll on top of him and fuck him. He would make me cum. I start to get wet thinking about my step brother. I look at the person next to me. Maybe I could wake him up and try to do round two. No...I stare at him some more; it wouldn't be any good. No one is as good as James. I glance over at my phone. I could text him. No, I have gotten this far. My coworker stirs in his sleep. This is going to be a long night.
The morning comes, and James’ replacement sits up. I am already dressed, holding a cup of coffee.
"Good morning," I say, sipping from the coffee cup.
"Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. I hate that he just called me that. I try not to cringe. "What do you have going on today?", he asks me. I really hope he is not planning on sticking around here. I am so bad at this.
"I actually have a uh- meeting today, in like twenty minutes, so I'm super busy..." I stumble as I lie, very poorly.
"A meeting?" he scrunches up his eyebrows and stares at me.
"Yeah..."
"But its Saturday?"
"I know - it's uh...it's not work-related, so that's what I have today in a little bit. Do I need to call a taxi for you? I am not sure where you live." I think he gets the idea. You would have to be an idiot not to pick up what I am trying to put down.
He scrunches up his face and gets out of the bed, pulling his pants up around his waist. In the broad daylight, I realize I really made a poor mistake with sleeping with him.
"Okay...I understand,"
"What," I laugh nervously.
"You don't want me here. You don't have to be so obvious about it." Her throws his shorts on and then walks toward the door.
"No - I.." there is no point in pretending that I actually want him to stay. I wait standing still as he heads out of the door. Finally, I sigh as I receive relief from his presence. I land back on my bed and close my eyes. Maybe I will be able to get some sort of sleep.
But that isn't happening. I lay there, once more. Images and thoughts of James flash across my eyes. I would do anything to have him walk through the door and take me from behind, but that's not happening. Fuck. How did our relationship slip through our fingers? It was my fault, wasn't it? He wanted to try it out whether or not I was his step sister. But I was afraid; I don't know what I was fearful of, but I was. Was most of it all just made up in my head? He tried so hard every time I would push him away. I decided then I should just get up. There is no chance that I am going to fall asleep. Last night was supposed to help me forget about James, but I think it made it way worse.
I start my day. Brushing my teeth and getting dressed. I stand in front of the mirror staring at my body. I remember when James' hands cupped my breasts, and his dick pressed onto my ass. There were so many nights that we spent together on the trip where my body just went crazy from his touch. Never has anyone made me feel that way. He is the only one. I look at my pussy. I recall the way he would rub me and make my body shudder as I cum uncontrollably. I get dressed and try to start my day, but I can't. Fuck, I miss his dick and the way it felt when I rode it. There was nothing better. My phone lights up, and I grab it eagerly hoping that he has texted me. I know he won't, though. I foolishly pushed him away. He wouldn't disrespect what I wanted. He is too good a guy. But then again he fucked me over so much. He lied to me several times. When do I know when he is being honest with me? He is so great at sweet talking. I take a deep breath and think back to our time together. I never did give him a chance to really explain himself about Mallory and all of that.
Maybe I should. Perhaps it is the time that I do something. If I don't talk to him soon, I will never be able to get over it all. I should at least get some sort of closure. I am sure after a few months that he has found someone who is already head over heels in love with him.
I stare at my phone and the blank screen. I don't even know where to start. I feel like I owe him some sort of apology, but he probably does not want to hear from me anyways. Have some confidence, I scream in my head. But when it comes to actually typing the words out on my phone, I panic and just stare at the screen. Texting him could mean that he has found someone else, or that he can deny me. I hold the phone in my hand, and it feels like a weight pulling me down, and then with one swift finger movement, before I can even think about it, I hit call on his name. The phone starts to ring, and my heart leaps out of my chest. It rings again. I'm sure he will put me to voicemail, but right when the call should end, I hear his voice.
"Hello," he says slowly.
"Hey...James?" I act as though I don't recognize his voice, which is dumb, because I called him. I feel like screaming and shouting. Fuck, He is so close to me.
"Samantha?" he asks.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you calling me? What's up?
I choke. What do I say? What do I want? How do I tell him everything that has been bothering for the past few months? I know that I want him, but now I feel stupid. It seems like a mistake. He is still my step brother.
"Where are you?" I ask. That was stupid and random. He pauses, and the silence haunts me. I begin to sweat and feel nervous.
"I am still in LA," he says slowly.
"How are you enjoying it?" I ask. That was another stupid question. But I am so freaking out, I have no clue how to handle this.
"Uh, it's alright. You know it works. So I am making the best out of it."
That's great." I respond badly.
Another stupid thing for me to say.
"Yeah, I guess it is great. Do you need anything? I am kind of busy." My heart drops. Calling him was an obvious mistake. He does not sound excited to hear my voice whatsoever. I probably just pissed him off. I take a deep breath.
"So that's all you wanted to know?" he asks, patiently. I am surprised he even answered the phone.
"No," I say fast.
"Then what do you need?"
"You," I whisper into the phone. There is a long moment of silence, and I think my heart may jump out of my chest. "Are you still there?" I ask, waiting.
"You what?" he asks. God, the sound of his voice sounds amazing through the phone and into my ear. I missed it so much.
"I want you," I say again, slowly, making sure that each word can be heard. Again there is another long silence. "Can we just...can we just meet somewhere or something. I really want to talk to you." I am pressing the phone so hard on my face. Another long pause fills the space, and I almost hang up, but then he finally speaks.
"Sam," he says cautiously.
"Yes?"
"I just bought tickets to fly to you for tomorrow."
There are no words for the smile that appears on my face. I want to scream, or dance, do something. But instead I cry, tears trickling down my cheeks.
"Great..." is all I respond with.
"Okay," he repeats, I am ho
lding the phone so tight my knuckles have gone white.
"Okay, I whisper back. "I am so excited to see you."
"I am excited to see you too. I've missed you so much."
Inside, I am smiling so much.
"Alright...well…until then, James..."
"Goodbye, Sam. I am thrilled you called me."
"Me too..."
I hang up the phone. Holy fuck I feel I am so happy. James is going to be here tomorrow. My body is already starting to turn on and I am aroused with the idea of my step brother being so close to me, holding me, fucking me.