by B. B. Hamel
What had happened the night before came rushing back. Aubrie’s body, her skin against mine, the overwhelming desire that overtook everything inside me. Grabbing her hips and fucking her deep.
And doing it again after that. And again. I couldn’t remember a time when I had laughed that much with a girl, let alone fucked over and over.
Despite that, I still had serious morning wood. My dick pressed against the cotton of my boxer briefs like it had a mind of its own. I grunted softly to myself as I looked at Brie’s sleeping body, her perfect fucking body.
Her completely off-limits body.
It hit me hard how fucked up it was that the first night since the accident that I didn’t have a nightmare was the first night I fucked my stepsister. Granted, I had wanted her even before our parents were officially married, but still.
There were so many layers to our story. Too much baggage to count. Most of it was mine, and I couldn’t deny that. Sometimes, I was afraid I would get pulled down by the weight of it all, and it scared me to think that maybe she could get pulled down with me. My whole life had been about plummeting toward the earth, but for the first time in my life, I wanted to stay grounded.
“Hey. Morning,” I said softly.
Brie stirred and then woke up with a start. “Lincoln? Shit, did we fall asleep?”
“Yeah.”
She looked panicked. “What time is it?”
“Still pretty early. Sun’s only been up for a little while.”
“Did anyone . . .?” she asked, trailing off.
“I don’t think so.”
She blinked and sat up slowly. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the floor,” she said, giggling.
I propped myself up on one elbow and surveyed the hair that spilled down around her shoulders.
“I slept like a big drunk baby.”
She stretched. “How do drunk babies sleep?”
“Good. They’re drunk babies.”
She laughed. “I guess I should get going.”
“Sure.” I didn’t want her to go anywhere.
“I’ll sneak to my room. We don’t want to get caught together.”
“Right.”
She gave me a lingering look. “Should we talk about this?”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me, kissing her mouth. There was absolutely no resistance. I didn’t care about morning breath or any of that shit. I just wanted to kiss her as much as I could for as long as I could. She seemed to have the same thing in mind.
We pulled apart and she glanced down at my crotch, noticing the conspicuous bulge.
“Seriously?” she asked, laughing.
I shrugged. “I’m as surprised as you.”
She kissed me again quickly and then stood up and gathered her stuff. I watched her move, not saying anything.
“See you later,” she said, pausing at the door.
“Yeah. See you.”
She pulled open the door and disappeared out into the hallway. I watched the space where she had been standing and wished she had stayed. Fuck getting caught. Fuck her dad, fuck jail, fuck my broken legs. All I wanted was to sit in the slowly-strengthening sunrise and kiss her shoulders, her neck, her lips.
Instead, I reached down my briefs and stroked my dick, thinking about her lips around the tip of my cock. I grunted her name softly as I came, and laughed to myself.
How the hell could I have the energy to jerk off after a night of sex like that?
She drove me fucking insane, that’s how. Hopefully, though, that would help me get through the day without hunting her down and fucking her senseless.
I barely made it downstairs on time for PT, and I could tell Jess was already in a shit mood.
“Sleep in late?” she said acidly as the crew began setting up.
“Couldn’t help myself. Was dreaming of you all night.”
She rolled her eyes. “The usual stuff today. No surprises.”
I arched an eyebrow. “What makes you think there’d be any surprises?”
“Anything’s possible with you, Lincoln.”
Like fucking my stepsister? I thought, but I didn’t say that one out loud.
“Glad you’re finally getting it.”
She laughed. “I got it a long time ago. You’re not exactly a big surprise.”
I felt the eyes of the crew on us. I glanced around the room and noticed Tracey was missing.
“What’s your deal this morning?” I asked.
“Nothing. Guess I’m getting sick of filming some spoiled jackass all day long.”
I stared at her. “You get rejected last night or something?”
“Not exactly.”
“Don’t take your shit out on me. You want to leave, be my guest. I don’t exactly love you following me around all the time.”
I could tell that pissed her off even more. I had no clue what was going on, but something had clearly happened. It probably wasn’t the best idea to throw more fuel on the fire, but I couldn’t help myself. If someone was an asshole to me when I hadn’t even done anything to deserve it, they could be damn well sure that I would make it worse.
“Whatever,” she said finally. “Where is Tracey, anyway?”
“I thought you knew.”
She shook her head. “Not a clue. But of course she’s missing today.”
Almost as if on cue, Tracey suddenly rushed into the room.
“Sorry I’m late!” she said, her usual chipper self.
I watched Jess cringe out of the corner of my eye.
“Everything okay?” I asked her.
“Oh, totally fine. My girlfriend just had car trouble this morning.”
“I’m sure you jumped her.”
“Totally. Good one.”
I grinned at her. “Might as well make jokes since you’re going to torture me anyway.”
“Damn right I am.”
After that, we dove right into it. Jess lingered toward the back of the room for the remainder of the session and barely spoke, which was basically a first. Usually, she was right up in our faces, giving us instructions on how best to convey how emotionally spent we were but also working as hard as we could.
She was constantly saying things like, “Lincoln, can you please convey a sense of futile hopefulness?” or, “Hold it right there and think about your legs, I mean really think about the pain,” or once even, “Now when you do this rep, imagine your whole extended family cheering you on, like you’re about to win an award for bravery.” Basically, she was insane on the best of days.
And for some reason, I missed her constant commentary. It had become a part of the routine. Tracey and I even got some sick pleasure out of it. She was getting pretty good at doing an “uptight Jess” impression.
The session went smoothly, though, despite Jess’s bad mood and Tracey’s rough morning. I couldn’t say I was exactly engaged, since an image of Brie’s body kept ringing through my skull like a bell, but that didn’t matter. Even if the only thing I wanted was to lie in that music room all day with Brie’s naked body next to mine, I had to focus.
I had to get my legs back.
Later, as the crew shut down and moved off for a short break, I sat with my back against the mirrored wall, panting. A memory from the night before came rushing back.
Her hands were pressed up against the piano’s lid, her back arched as I drove into her dripping pussy. It was the second time we had fucked, and I was already panting with exhaustion.
She looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me harder, Lincoln,” she groaned.
That set me off. I gripped her and slammed deep, putting my hips into it. Suddenly, after the third thrust, I felt the pain rush through me, the pain I had been ignoring as best I could.
“Fuck,” I grunted, pulling back and staggering.
“Lincoln!” she said, moving toward me.
I waved her off. “I’m fine. Just my fucking gimp legs. Standing like that is rough.”
“Fuck. I’m so sorry
.” She touched my chest, concerned.
I looked at my dick, still rock hard. “Forget it. Seems like a waste to let a good hard-on go un-fucked.”
She smirked. “Un-fucked? Really?”
“Sure. You can do some work now, since you didn’t love my joke.”
She laughed again and followed me down to the ground, wrapping her legs around my hips and slowly lowering her perfect body down around my dick. I grabbed her ass as she worked around my cock, twisting her hips, riding me.
It was easy to guess what happened from there. But the real problem had been the pain that threatened to tear me apart. I hadn’t realized how bad it was until I was supporting myself and fucking her. Sure, it was always there, even when she was on top, but for a second, I thought I was actually going to collapse.
Which wasn’t fucking good.
Tracey pulled me out of my memory. I shifted subtly, keeping my suddenly-swelling dick away from her line of sight as she sat down next to me.
“What’s the deal with Jess?” she asked me softly.
I glanced across the room at where Jess was talking quietly into her phone and shrugged. “No clue. She was in a terrible mood when I got down here this morning.”
“I don’t think we’ve ever gone this long without direction from her.”
“I know. Maybe her dog died.”
Tracey laughed. “Her, own a dog? Yeah, right.”
“Or maybe she got dumped.”
“Now that’s more interesting. Then again, I figured she was single since she so clearly wants your dick.”
I laughed. “You noticed that too?”
“Hard not to notice. She practically throws herself at you.”
“Yeah, well, not today apparently.”
“You seem so distraught.”
“She’s not bad looking. But I think I’d rather fuck a pencil sharpener.”
Tracey laughed again and I grinned at her.
“The pencil sharpener would probably be better company afterward,” she said.
We laughed together as Jess hung up the phone and looked our way.
“Break’s almost over,” she called out.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I mumbled.
“And you thought I was trying to kill you,” Tracey whispered.
I grinned at her as she stood up and walked over to her stuff to get a drink of water.
Whatever was happening with Jess was none of my business, or at least I hoped it wasn’t. There was some stupid part of me that couldn’t help but think Jess somehow knew about Brie and me.
But that was impossible. She never stayed overnight, always left at the end of the day. It had to be something else.
Slowly, the crew filtered back in, and the session resumed. I tried not to think about Jess and her problems, but something was nagging me. I concentrated on the task before me and tried not to let it get to me too much.
I slammed down on the paddles, the pinball machine lighting up like lightning on the beach. I lost myself in the flashing colors and rhythmic sounds, trying to put everything out of mind.
Which was basically impossible. I had fucked Brie the night before, had fallen asleep beside her, and all I wanted was more of that. But there was that nagging feeling about Jess still lingering over everything.
I couldn’t help myself. What if she had come in early that morning and found us lying there on the floor? It wasn’t like Jess was completely unaware that I escaped to the music room sometimes. She had never come upstairs to wake me up, but I wouldn’t put anything past her.
I was so deep in my worries that I didn’t hear the door open and close behind me.
“Hey,” she said.
I stopped playing, the ball rolling down between the paddles, and looked at Brie.
“Hey yourself.”
She smiled uncertainly and walked toward me. I blinked as the breath was taken out of me. Her hair was long and full and her lips perfect, and I could practically see her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her T-shirt and her bikini top.
“Relaxing?” she asked, nodding at the machine.
“You know it.”
“Good. Get the high score yet?”
I shook my head. “No. But I will.”
There was a nervous pause. “Okay, this is totally weird.”
I laughed and grinned at her. “Hadn’t noticed.”
“We should talk about last night.”
“I keep saying we shouldn’t, but I guess I can’t avoid it.”
“Lincoln, you know what that was.”
“It was fucking hot, yeah. I know.”
“That’s not what I mean.” She looked away and down at the floor. “Don’t make this hard.”
I laughed again. “What, are you breaking up with me?”
She looked up sharply. “No! No. That’s not it at all.”
“I get it, Brie baby. I’m bad news. Even if our parents weren’t married, you wouldn’t want to get mixed up with ‘Based’ Carter.”
I hit a nerve with that one. “Why do you think you know what I want?”
“You’re a good girl. High GPA, goes to Notre Dame, science geek. Lives in a lab, I bet. That sort of shit, the career you want, that’s all political as much as you don’t want to admit it. I’m not good for politics.”
“What do you know about what I want?” she repeated again, angrier.
“I guess I don’t. But I know what I am.”
“So do I.”
“What am I, Brie?” I asked, stepping closer to her.
I saw her breath catch in her throat. “Don’t,” she said.
“Don’t what?” I asked, stopping inches away from her. “Don’t make you say it?”
“Just let it drop, Lincoln.”
“What am I?”
“Drop it.”
I reached up and touched her face. She inhaled sharply. “Say it,” I whispered.
“You’re a fucking asshole. You’re not good for me,” she said.
I nodded sadly. “That’s right.”
There was a brief moment where she looked back at me and everything seemed fine. Then I dropped my hand and moved away from her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” she blurted out.
“Don’t worry about it, Brie baby. I’m still going to do my mom’s charity thing.”
“I don’t care about that.”
I leaned back against the pinball machine. “We can’t keep doing this dance, and we can’t keep fucking. There’s only one choice.”
She stared at me, her face a mask of anger. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”
“Seems obvious to me, that’s all.”
“Nothing is fucking obvious about this. But I guess I was right about one thing: you are an asshole.”
“Can’t fight the truth,” I said, shrugging.
“Fine. I’ll keep you updated on the event. Otherwise, I’ll leave you alone.”
“Whatever you want.”
Her jaw worked like she wanted to say something, and I had the irrational urge to walk across the room and kiss her again.
I wanted to take her. I wanted the things that I wanted despite all the reasons not to have them. I wanted her.
She turned and left the room without another word. I watched her go in silence.
I turned back to the pinball machine, slamming the paddles, letting myself get lost in the game. I knew I had blown that up. I had done it on purpose. I was telling myself it was for her own good, but I really wasn’t sure of anything anymore. All I knew was that I wanted her and couldn’t get her out of my head.
But with everything happening, that was the last thing either of us needed.
I slammed the paddle and watched the metal ball zoom across the machine’s face and bounce around, points skyrocketing.
It was better this way. It had to be better this way. We had one more event together, and then we could go back to living our separate lives. I’d heal, finish up the documentary, finish up my parole
, and finally go back to jumping.
She could go back to living her normal life.
Better this way. Definitely better.
The metal ball zoomed, and I smashed the paddles. But I mistimed it, and the ball slipped between them.
The scoreboard read “Game Over.”
15
Aubrie
Charity Event #2
Another few days of not talking to each other, avoiding glances in the hallways, and showering when I knew he’d be busy. I felt like a petulant teenager in a fight with her mom, except I was avoiding the stepbrother who I wanted more than anything.
I couldn’t get that night out of my head. I had never been touched like that before, with a rough but tender intensity, like I was the only person in the entire world that mattered.
Even when his legs almost collapsed out from under him, he still managed to be the strongest man I had ever met in my life. When I rode him, I felt free and loose and easy.
Nobody had ever made me feel that way before. Nobody had ever come close.
And instead of working my ass off to keep that feeling going, I messed it all up. I didn’t plan on going in there and ending things, but looking at him standing there covered in sweat, I panicked. I was afraid of how badly I wanted him to fuck me right there on the pool table.
I was reckless around him. Neither of us could afford that.
So I acted like an asshole and screwed it up. I was a coward and I wasn’t talking to him and he wasn’t talking to me and I hated every second I had to spend without his perfect arms wrapped around my naked body.
“Paintings are here,” Jules chirped into my ear.
I winced and adjusted the headset’s volume. “Got it. Where do you want them?”
“Table thirty-two, please.”
“Okay, on it.”
I sighed, pushing off the wall where I had been leaning and daydreaming and walking off toward the entrance.
It was hard to believe that the auction was happening already. It felt like it had only been a day or two since Jules had first asked me about it. As I moved through the cavernous auction space with tables lined up neatly throughout the space, I was impressed all over again by her ability to pull something like this off.
Jules may have been a little daffy, but she sure as hell could throw a charity event.