by Ryli Jordan
“Wait,” I groaned, pulling away from him and turning over onto my knees, presenting my backside for him. I looked back over my shoulder at him.
David stared at me, pupils blown wide. “Jesus, Kate,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke a hand down the curve of my ass. He positioned himself behind me and slotted his dick back inside of me, pushing in even more deeply than before. For a moment, I could barely breathe. I felt a tear run from my eyes – all my emotions and horny feelings built up. “Is this okay?” David asked, sounding concerned.
I mewled and rocked back against him, trying to convey just how okay it really was. “David,” I groaned as he continued to hesitate. I reached a hand back and lightly slapped his thigh in reproach. “David, move.”
David chuckled and complied, pulling back and then quickly snapping his hips forward. I practically keened at the perfect feeling of us slotting against one another. My arms gave out, causing my upper torso to collapse down against the bed, but my hips stayed up, with David's fingers holding them in a bruising grip as he continued to piston his hips back and forth. The new angle was right on the edge of being too much for me to take, and I dragged my hands across the sheets, fingers scrabbling for purchase. But I didn't want him to stop.
Instead, a couple minutes later, I gasped, surprised at how quickly he'd got me to this point. “David,” I whimpered. “David, I'm about to...” I clenched my fingers around his wrist, eyes squeezed tightly shut. I could feel the walls of my pussy fluttering against his length, reflexively tightening and loosening as I shook through my orgasm. I fell even more bonelessly against the bed, moaning as David continued to use me to bring himself to a climax of his own. It didn't take long before I could feel him spilling his seed inside the rubber, still buried to the hilt. Then he crumpled down as well, barely managing to roll to one side and keep from crushing me.
He languidly dragged his palm across my skin and I rolled over to prop myself up on one elbow and look at him. “That was...”
David nodded. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Yeah, that was.”
Chapter Eight
KATE
Afterwards, we lay there in the dark, each of us staring up at the ceiling. I wanted to curl into him, but I didn’t know how he would take that. Instead, I settled for resting the back of my hand against his side. Suddenly, a fit of giggles that burst forth.
“What?” David asked, glancing over at me. He even looked a bit self-conscious, as though he thought he might have done something wrong.
“Sorry,” I said. “I'm not laughing at you, just–“ I waved a hand between the two of us. “This. What is this?”
David sighed and sat up, moving to the edge of his bed. “Well, I mean...” He shook his head. “If it's going to be something, we're going to need to tell our parents,” he said.
I winced. “Mom's not going to like that.”
“Dad probably won't either,” David said grimly. “But he'll accept it if that's...really what I want.” He cocked his head to the side. “Is this really what you want?”
“Are you actually saying you'd enter a relationship with me? Or are you asking that we just keep having sex? I assume the latter is more your style.” I needed to clarify that now, before I got things all wrong and made things awkward.
David stared at me for a long moment and then moved over to my side, pulling me into his arms. “Kate, it would be best if we see what happens,” he said quietly. “And look, I'm headed back to London at the start of January. If you came with me, we wouldn't need to worry about being found out for now, and we could see if this was even something we wanted before we told everyone about it.”
“That actually...sounds like a good plan,” I said slowly. “But what about my job?”
David shrugged. “I make more than enough to support both of us over there. You could stay with me at my flat. Make things a little less lonely for me to come home to. And we could just see where this goes. If at any point you want to leave, I'd buy you a ticket straight back home.”
I frowned, looking over the plan from all angles. “Okay,” I said finally, nodding decisively. “Okay.”
David beamed at me. “Okay,” he echoed. Then, he pulled me in for a gentle kiss.
“We really should be getting back downstairs,” I said breathlessly when we broke apart. “They're going to start getting suspicious.”
David put a finger over my lips, shushing me. “I've been hiding out during the holidays for years now,” he admitted. “You're the first person who's ever come looking for me. And what, do you really think one of our parents is going to think that we're sleeping together? They'll think we're just having sibling bonding time, maybe having some drinks and watching a movie.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “So if we don't have to go back down there yet, what are you suggesting?” I asked.
David grinned and pinned my arms above my head so that I couldn’t have gotten away if I’d wanted to. “I think we probably have time for another round,” he said.
“I couldn't agree more.”
Chapter Nine
DAVID
The morning after Christmas, I woke up with a hangover of massive proportions. It felt like someone was trying to split my head down the middle, and I was afraid that if I moved even a little, my nausea would catch up to me in ways I didn't even want to think about. But when I rolled to the side, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position against the pillow—if that was even possible—I rolled over against someone else's warm, smooth skin. Frantically, I tried to remember the details of the previous night and found that I couldn't.
I blinked my eyes open and forced myself up on one elbow, looking at the planes of gentle curves spread out in front of me.
Kate.
I groaned and flopped back on the bed. Suddenly, it was like the movie-memory of the previous night wouldn't quit. I could remember ever detail of the sex, but what I could remember most of all was the promise to take her with me to London so that we could explore this relationship of ours.
There was no relationship between us. There couldn't be.
I could remember Kate giggling when we'd gone back downstairs. Could remember her taking another sip of champagne, her eyes sliding over to me. Could remember Luke's knowing looks. Could remember Kate's hand brushing my lower back as she passed on her way to the bathroom. Could remember coming back upstairs and finding that we just couldn't keep our hands off one another. Could remember doing it all over again.
And here we were—lying together in bed, stark naked, in our parents' house. I only hoped I'd had enough sense to lock the door, but given how drunk we'd been…
Kate made a soft noise of protest as I extracted myself from her grasp and climbed out of bed. I'd much rather continue lying there—burrow into the thing for hours and hours until the hangover faded and I felt marginally more like a real person—but I couldn't risk being there in bed with her if one of our parents came to check on us. If they hadn't already.
I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. What the hell had I been thinking? Not only was this a bad idea, but this was a bad idea. Of epic proportions.
Anyway, what did I think I was doing, inviting Kate back to London with me? I could have any girl I wanted there, a girl with long legs and a short skirt and a sexy accent. Not that Kate wasn't attractive… I loved her petite frame, full breasts, and curves, and somehow that total girl-next-door demeanor was incredibly sexy.
To be honest, though, a lot of my attraction to her probably had more to do with the fact that I wasn't allowed to be sleeping with her since she was my stepsister. You only want what you're not allowed to have, right?
Kate made a soft noise and rolled closer towards me, closing her fingers around my bicep. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, her face falling into a soft smile. “Good morning,” she said.
I looked at her with a hollow face, hoping she was at least twice as hungover as me—but she didn't look it. In fact, she seemed remarkably re
freshed. It made me even more irrationally angry with her for the whole thing. I mean, obviously, it takes two to tango, but…
“We can’t do this again,” I said icily.
Kate's smile slowly slid off her face, and she tugged the comforter up to her chin. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I know I should probably have already left, I just… I didn't realize this was...one of those things. You seemed so interested in me, that I almost hoped...” She sounded lost and hurt, and I was sure she was telling herself all sorts of things in her head about how she wasn't attractive and whatever else. And to be honest, I felt a certain stab of guilt at that.
But it was better if she thought I was an asshole and we both moved on with our lives. This could never happen again; she had to realize that. I was interested in her—of course, I was. She had the sweetest smile, and the moments we had spent together were awesome. I couldn't seem to forget about her when we were apart, even when I didn't know her that well. But despite my current state of near existential crisis, I knew nothing good would come of this.
When I didn't say anything else, Kate slowly sat up and then slipped out of my bed. She carefully kept her back to me as she pulled on her clothes from the previous day. “You know,” she said once she'd finished dressing, “I actually thought there might be a decent guy somewhere in there. I can't believe I fell for that.”
I snorted. “Well, rest assured that you're not the first woman to fall for that, and I'm sure you won't be the last either.” I felt like an ass saying that line. What I wanted to say was, ‘Kate, it’s the timing; I spoke too soon. You are what I want, but maybe if we wait…’ But that's something I can still barely admit to myself.
Kate paused for a minute and then shook her head, her back still turned to me. I wondered if she was crying, or what her facial expression might look like just then. Some perverse part of me wanted to know how much I had managed to hurt her. But she left the room before I could do anything else to her.
There was something special about our romp in the sheets last night. It had definitely been just a good, hard fuck, but at times I had been able to feel our heartbeats pulsing in time with one another's. I had felt alive and at home, so to speak. I wanted to break through this barrier, but I knew the relationship would only be perceived in a bad light. I wanted to say that I didn't care, that no one could judge us for being two virile, attractive, and smart people. I love to fuck, she loves to fuck. What can I say?
But at the moment, everything in my head seemed to be a jumbled mess. I definitely needed to take some time alone and try to sort things out before I got in over my head. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt Kate.
Chapter Ten
DAVID
I managed to avoid the house, Kate, and the rest of the family time between Christmas and New Year's, mostly under the guise of visiting friends and having other engagements. And it wasn't entirely a lie. One of my good friends, Anna, was back in town for the holidays as well, and we'd kind of picked up our relationship where we'd left off—I was headed to her old house to see if the magic was still there. Maybe, just maybe, this thing with Kate was just symptomatic of not having slept with anyone I cared about in a while.
“Hey David, how’s it going?” Anna asked with a smirk. Memories flooded my brain as I thought about all the places in and around this house where we had fucked. And it was just that for us: straight-up, carnal desire. It had started back in high school when I didn’t have a girlfriend and she was too busy as cheer captain to have a steady date. Whenever there was a chance and her parents weren’t home or when my parents were out of the country, back when they'd been married, she and I had gotten together to practice some naughty, filthy things beneath the sheets.
“Are you alone?” I asked bluntly.
“No, but I will be later,” she said as she brushed her brunette hair to side with a sexy smile, her almond eyes dancing and sparkling up at me. My cock twitched with the way she looked at me and with the electric energy that always seemed to hang there between us.
I brushed her hair back with one hand, trailing my fingertips along her cheek. “I’ll come back then,” I said. “We need to quit taking so much time off from one another.”
Anna licked her lips suggestively and took a couple steps so she was back inside. Before she closed the door, I said, “Hey, tell everyone I said hi.”
“Sure, David.”
I turned around to leave. I knew no one there would be happy to see me after my three or four long years of absence. Anna and I had always given one another advice, but she was cold on the inside, and I had to wonder if she would care if she never saw me again. And her family, well—don't even get me started. High-end, over-achievers with brand-name, luxury underwear and a level of cold in their souls that matched the frigid temperatures in the deepest pits of hell.
See, the one thing I enjoyed the most about sleeping with Anna was, it was totally, 100% uncomplicated. We went in with the thought that we were still going to always be just friends—friends who might sometimes have sex but always just friends. The time apart was good for us and gave us a chance to explore other sexual pursuits. And there was never any worry about either of us getting too attached to the other.
As I walked back to my car, I thought back to Kate’s question when I had first come back to the States. ‘How was London?’
London was a bitter and lonely place, besides the occasional date and a couple “friends with benefits” arrangements. Stress at work had me looking for a release frequently, but nothing seemed to give me exactly what I needed. Anyways, I never really had the energy to devote to anyone. By the time I came home, I was a caustic, strung-out mess, not expecting anything. No hopes. No dreams. Maybe I could hope to see some old friends, but there was nothing else waiting for me back home.
But Kate’s presence had made the times at the old house feel like something special for me. It actually felt like the holidays for the first time in ages.
I swore mentally. She was popping up in my thoughts again and again.
I wondered if she would have taken me up on the London offer if I had kept the relationship idea on the table. This time I’d tone it down some and just invite her there for a few weeks or longer if she chooses to stay. The wrathful winter had already started there and it wouldn't be a pleasant place to live for a while now, but I only had a week or two left here at home. London could be a place to figure out what we were doing and explore the fire between us. She could always come back home when she wanted, no strings attached.
I wanted to know if Kate would agree, but I knew I had to ask her properly this time, rather than rushing headlong into a half-drunken commitment that was sealed with a kiss.
I set aside my plans to meet Anna that night and dialed Kate's number. She answered on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” I said in a low voice. I actually hadn't really expected her to answer, and somewhere deep down, I was pleased that she had. Until I heard her next words:
“Fuck you, David. I didn't mean to answer the call.”
“Wait," I said quickly before she could hang up. Kate, wait. I’m so sorry for Christmas.”
"And what," Kate asked bitterly, "you think you can just apologize and I'll hop back into bed with you?"
"That's not what I'm calling about," I said. I paused. "I mean, it kind of is, but— Just, not like last time, okay? What I really want instead is–"
"Save it, David," Kate said, sounding like she was about to hang up.
"Wait, Kate," I repeated, a pleading tone in my voice. "We had something, right? You must have felt it. At least give me a chance to explain myself..."
Kate sighed, and I could imagine her dragging a hand back through her long hair. "Fine," she said at last. "What is it?"
I paused. "Maybe you should come over," I suggested. "So I could say it in person." That way, she wouldn't be able to just hang up on me.
Kate laughed mirthlessly. "If all you want is to get me to co
me over and have sex with you again, you could at least have the decency to just say that outright."
"That's not what I'm asking," I said, a hint of frustration creeping into my voice. But more than just being frustrated at her insistence that I was only looking to have sex with her, I was honestly a bit baffled. Didn't she realize what a catch she was? She was sexy and funny and absolutely adorable at times. It was just a complicated situation. But she seemed to have totally misread my every action.
I'd need to fix that. Make her really feel special to me. Maybe I could take her out to a nice restaurant for dinner, or buy her something pretty. But something told me that those material gestures would mean nothing to her. I had never been with a girl like that before, though, someone who I couldn't just splash money on to fix every situation. I would have to think carefully when it came to Kate.
"Kate, you know there's a lot of chemistry between us—neither of us can deny it. That was there long before we had sex with one another, and I expect it's going to be there for a long time from now. I need you to hear me out on something, and I'd like you to be here in person. Can you grant me that at least? For the sake of the chemistry between us."
I could practically hear her resolve cracking. "All right," she finally sighed. "But only because I think we need to be on good terms. For the sake of our family."
That wasn't really the resounding answer that I craved, but at least it was something. "I'm over at the Empire Hotel on Main Street," I told her quickly before she could change her mind. "Do you think you can meet me here in an hour or so?"