by H. Lane
“Duly noted.” She glanced out the nearby window; a spectacular view of the campus and artificial lake was just below. “The gym in the basement looked pretty good. You think we can go look at some clubs and teams tomorrow?”
“Oh, definitely. The Shotokan Karate Club meets tomorrow night – they’ve got a website and everything.”
“Awesome. You think they’d let Jason join in?”
Julia blinked. “I don’t see why not? I mean, they teach people who aren’t students, so I think it’d be cool.”
“Even better,” Sam said.
“Does that mean you’re getting along better with Jason now? Or you’re just looking for an excuse to beat him up without getting thrown in jail?”
Sam smirked. “It can’t be both?”
Julia laughed, although Sam didn’t have the heart or desire to tell her friend she wasn’t being entirely sarcastic. Martial arts were how they bonded when they were younger and it could help her get close to Jason now. Despite her efforts to partially renew their relationship, she was still angry with him – two years of bitterness and hostility wouldn’t be undone over the course of a few days, and she wasn’t going to try.
Even if not being a bitch to him hasn’t been a nice change of pace.
“There are some other dorms you can check out tomorrow with Anita,” Julia said. “She can also talk to you about student employment and stuff.”
“Sounds good. You think we could head to the student center now? I want to get back to the hotel and get some practice in.”
Julia nodded. “Anything else you want to do first?”
Sam chewed her lower lip. Jason had shown clear weakness whenever she’d cranked up her sex appeal or gotten close with him. Pushing forward in that direction could definitely help her produce answers, and quickly – after the trip ended she wouldn’t have an excuse or an easy way to be around him. Anything to aid her would be a massive boost.
“Is there a good dress shop nearby?” Sam asked after a moment. “I want something sexy.”
* * * *
Sam unpacked her violin with care from its case with the same tenderness as a parent would their newborn infant. Her mother’s former instrument was worthy of all the respect in the world. When she’d first been given it, she promised herself and her father that she’d never allow a single bad performance to grace its strings. So far, she’d been able to keep it, regardless of whether it was played in a concert hall or in the privacy of her room.
Let’s just hope that the audience isn’t too picky.
She glanced in the mirror before opening the door and entering the main hotel room. Jason lay on his bed, all attention on his laptop. He looked at her as she walked in and quickly averted his gaze, but was unable to hide the fact that his eyes continued to wander toward her. Sam couldn’t blame him; her new dress clung to her as if it were painted on, its dark color serving as a firm accentuation to her hair and skin.
“Hey,” she said. “Got a minute?”
“I don’t think you care either way,” Jason replied, eyes quickly taking her in.
Sam snorted and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You remember how we used to actually do stuff together? I went to your art stuff, you went with me with to concerts and listened at my recitals?”
Jason shifted his jaw. “What about that?”
“They were fun,” Sam replied. “Do you ever miss doing those kinds of things together?”
“Not enough to go now.”
Prick.
“Well, we’re going to have some fun together right now and you don’t even need to get up,” Sam said, winking at him. “I’m going to play the solo part I have for the last high school concert and you’re going to listen.”
Jason gulped and straightened up, computer shifting in his lap. “Is that why you’re dressed like a skank?”
Sam bit back a choice response, instead contenting herself with a shrug and looking down at her dress. “Some musicians say that it’s just them and their music when they play, but it’s not for me. I need to imagine I’m in front of people to really get into the right mindset – dressing the part makes it easier.”
“Whatever. Just do your thing so we can get this over with.”
“So romantic. It’s a mystery that you’re still single.”
Sam smirked when his eye twitched and raised her violin to her shoulder. The piece she was playing for the concert wasn’t to her usual taste – it was too regimented and crisp as opposed to the powerfully broad songs she preferred – but playing without the school orchestra gave her latitude. She infused every note with the tumultuous emotions that had crashed through her over the past few days, trembling excitement infused into every note. The sweeping sound she created might not have been what the composer originally intended for his piece, but Sam thought he’d approve of her tonal changes regardless.
Despite the small audience and less-than-grandiose location, Sam still managed to gather the same inner power now as she had whenever she’d played in a more public venue. It wasn’t only due to the power she infused into every bow stroke – it was the focus Jason was giving her. She only spared quick glances at him while she played, but it was enough to show the weight of attention he gave her. It was an tangible pressure on her chest but she didn’t feel suffocated – it was more of a warm embrace that reached down to her very core.
She let the final note ring out and held her pose for a long moment before lowering her violin. Meeting Jason’s gaze, Sam tried to hide the quick breaths she needed to take from both his intense gaze and her performance. “Well?”
Jason pressed his lips together tight. “I think you’re still having enough fun for both of us.”
Sam laughed and tossed away a stray lock from her eyes. Setting her violin on the table, she took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed next to him. She thought her lungs would burst from the pressure as she lay down; his presence seemed to breach the short gap between them. The choked breath he’d taken when she’d moved next to him was all the confirmation she needed that he was affected in the same way.
“Once” my ass, big brother – you’re still attracted to me.
“Things are changing quickly, aren’t they?” she said after a long moment, staring at the ceiling as if it were the sky.
Jason’s chest didn’t lose a hint of its heavy nature when he exhaled a hard breath. “You’re going to college soon. Be weird if they weren’t.”
Sam turned her head to face him. The stoic expression he was trying to project reminded her of a flawed diamond; a single proper strike could shatter it. “I was talking about you too, stupid. You’re going to finish college and the tattoo apprenticeship soon.”
He shrugged and looked away. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Bullshit. You’re going to go away and become some big shot tattoo artist that paints for rich people and shit. Maybe even teach. That’s a big deal.”
“What’s it to you?” Jason murmured.
“You’re my brother, stupid. You’re a big deal to me, even if I hate you.”
“Do you?”
His words couldn’t have struck Sam harder than if he’d actually punched her. She couldn’t summarize her emotions towards him succinctly if she’d had years and the best writers on the planet at her disposal. Hatred and hostility still warred with the love she had for him as a brother and the longing she once wanted reciprocated. If she could ever answer him, she knew it wasn’t now, before she’d pried the admittance from him.
Just play it back against him.
Throat dry, Sam pushed Jason’s computer away and placed her head atop his lap. Her heart took on a steady staccato she worried he’d hear when he shifted his groin away from her, but made no move away. The hotel room was filled with their heavy breathing, but both stopped when their wide-eyes met.
“You can love and hate someone at the same time,” she said, losing herself in his gaze. “It’s better t
han just hate, isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” Jason muttered.
“Do you hate me?”
Sam’s heart skipped a dozen beats when Jason’s masked expression collapsed and vulnerability rushed in to replace it. For one moment that was too short and threatened to stretch on to eternity he was no longer her enemy, someone she needed to savagely overcome to further herself – he was the man she wanted to wholly give herself to. Even when the ghost of her former love faded, she could still feel its absence in her soul.
“No,” he replied. “I don’t.”
Chapter 17
Jason stared into Sam’s eyes as he tried to orient himself around the decision he’d made. There were no thoughts about how he’d failed or his resolve had crumbled, only the beauty of the woman before him. His life was in freefall, and the only thing he wanted now was to go down with her.
“I never have,” he continued. “And I never will.”
Sam sat up and turned to face him. Her movements were lethargic, as if she’d awoken in a minefield. Jason couldn’t fault her for her caution – anything she did around him was justified.
“All this time you were being a complete bastard was a lie?”
Jason nodded. The freedom he’d found from giving up the lie was lost in the face of his sister’s words. There wasn’t a hint of regret in his heart over confessing. He hadn’t done it to absolve himself and reduce his burden; he’d done it because Sam deserved the truth. She could crush him now and he would accept it – it was the least he could do.
“I’ve always loved you,” he said. “There hasn’t been anyone like you in my life and there never will be again. Even though you hate me, those feelings will never go away.”
Sam raised her right hand. Jason readied himself to receive an infinitesimal fragment of the pain he’d inflicted on her, but froze when she ran her fingers across his cheek. All the tension, despair, and guilt he’d carried over what he’d done now faded away like dust in the wind with her touch.
“Idiot,” Sam muttered. Her voice was like her actions, slow as if she were half-asleep. “Stupid idiot.”
Jason leaned forward and kissed her. There was no conscious thought or shame over the action, no repulsion as their lips touched, only a long ache that needed to be healed. The sensation, the need to love Sam filled him as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close as his tongue touched hers. He needed to show her the entirety of his feelings, and would not stop until she felt it down to her core.
Sam broke the kiss but stayed close, her brow touching his. She lowered her mouth, taking his bottom lip between hers and grazing it with her teeth. The slowness of the action and the tender sharpness of the bite drove Jason’s heart into overdrive. She had always been beautiful to him, but now she was a rapturous, sensual creature he was eager to know.
His hand roamed across her naked back and admired the beauty of her form. The curve of her spine and firm muscle beneath was a glorious contrast to her soft skin. She was more intricate than any work of art, the pinnacle of aesthetics. None of the hatred they’d given each other could ever diminish the radiant hold she had over his body and soul.
The confidence she had with her body as she reached for his, firmly gripping his back and digging her nails into his muscles, could only be matched with her poise and musical skill. And like her talents, she was irresistible, daring others to give her the attention she craved with a boldness that transcended her age.
Jason pushed her away and quickly tossed aside his shirt. Their bodies met again a heartbeat later, and he wasted no time undoing her dress while burying his face against her chest. He inhaled her scent, strawberry shampoo mixed with a hint of sweat, before kissing her exposed cleavage. It took all his self-control not to bite down on her soft flesh, to mark and make her his; he was tested further when she dragged her nails through his scalp and her teeth found his nape.
He nearly tore the dress’s zipper away in frustration before Sam undid it herself. Shoving him away, she chewed her bottom lip and pulled it off with an agonizing slowness as if it were bonded to her, all the while as she stared into his eyes. Jason took her hand by the wrist and flung her arm away to expose her.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. His already hard cock became solid stone when she blushed, the thin sheen of sweat on her body making her radiant beneath the light. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Sam’s full-body blush was visible to Jason for only a moment before she flung herself at him, knocking him down to the bed. The friction of their bare skin was agonizing, the sensual waves of contact a pale imitation of the union he wanted. Her tongue was in his mouth, writhing and twisting in a frenzy that mirrored that of her hips against his erection.
Jason grabbed the hem of her panties and tore the delicate fabric away. He and Sam were two bodies with one goal – any barrier between them was unacceptable. As he grabbed her toned ass, she sucked hard on his tongue, bringing her hips down against him again. He could feel her arousal through the fabric, and the faint sensation made him want to plunge entirely into it.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away, but still close enough to feel her breath on his stubble. “Protection?”
“I’m on the pill,” Sam replied.
Her hands were at his belt before he noticed them move. Jason rose to his knees, mouth making a line of kisses from her shoulder to just below her left ear, his own hands traveling down her front. Threading his fingers through the sparse hair, he found her slick sex and rubbed his middle finger into her entrance.
Sam groaned and ground herself against his hand and spread her arousal across his palm. Her fingers shook as his index and ring fingers pressed against her sex while he pushed in deeper with his thick middle digit. Jason acted on pure instinct; he still had trouble comprehending that he was with Sam, feeling her as she released her own hunger upon his body.
Her sharp bite to his chest broke any lingering disbelief in the situation. Wincing and pulling away, she yanked down his pants and boxers in one hard motion. His cock sprang free, and she immediately wrapped her hand around it. Her shudder coincided with his; Jason swore he could feel his heartbeat through his erection as she squeezed the shaft.
“I’ve never done this before,” she muttered.
Jason pushed his middle finger entirely into Sam. A surge of animalistic pride ran through him as she closed her eyes and moaned, his cock twitching in her grip. “I’m not much better.”
He rose to briefly kick off his pants and boxers before lowering himself atop Sam. His cock at her entrance, he cradled her and made a line of sharp kisses from her collar to her breasts. Tongue swirling around her areola, he pushed his head against her arousal and grazed her nipple with his teeth.
Her sharp intake of breath and fingers tightening around his hair was as great a reward as being between her legs. As much as Jason lusted after Sam, the only thing he truly wanted from his sister was to see her smile. Although he couldn’t see her face as she arched her head back, the sensation of her pleasure – her erratic breath, the tension of her body against his – was enough to make him burst.
Sam let out a sharp gasp when Jason pushed himself into her entrance. The little resistance he faced came from her shock as he slowly hilted. He bit into her breast and exhaled a warm breath around her nipple to hide his groan. She was heaven, warm and firm around his cock as her hand had been. Her expression of a barely restrained eruption of pleasure fueled his need to become hers and to dominate her; he was barely halfway inside when he decided to hilt in her with a single thrust.
He raised his head. Sam was gasping for breath; a pleasant flush had overtaken her skin. She looked down at him, her usually strong demeanor showing cracks of vulnerability. Chest heaving, she raised her hips and ground herself harder against him.
Jason buried his face in her nape, inhaling as he pulled back and thrust. He needed to be immersed in her, feel everything about her. Sex wasn’t enough, but it was the only o
ption for the closeness he desperately needed. The bed shook with their movements, as did Sam, moaning as her teeth nipped at whatever part of Jason she could reach.
Her first climax was loud, but her frenzied responses only grew stronger – he could barely gain the leverage of the dominating thrusts he wanted due to her continuing to lift her hips into him. Kissing her, he plunged his tongue into Sam’s mouth and slammed himself in, pinning her with his weight and releasing himself. He pushed through the fatigue that accompanied it and continued to penetrate her, unwilling to deny her pleasure.
The slickness of their coupling seemed to give his sister the push she needed for another climax. Jason groaned, his own post-orgasm tiredness finally taking hold of him. He pulled out, arms still around Sam as she struggled to take more than quick breaths. Even covered in sweat she managed to be beautiful, her new wildness added to the power and confidence he was used to seeing in her.
I hope this was the right thing.
Chapter 18
Sam closed her eyes as Jason rolled off of her. Her senses had gone haywire after her last orgasm, a confusing mélange that had heightened her sensitivity. The less she had to distract her from the lingering pleasure that was still radiating from the rest of her body the better.
I can’t believe what he – what we – did.
She still had problems fathoming the raw and almost brutal ecstasy that sex had given her. Amanda and Jeanie’s words on the matter, as well as her own experimentation, hadn’t prepared her for the act itself. There was nothing to compare it to, even if she restricted it to physical sensations. The emotions that ran through her had had the subtlety of a blitz, and left her just as vulnerable and confused.
Why did I do it?
She had now answer. Having sex with Jason hadn’t erased their problems or history, but it had supplanted the hostility between them with physical pleasure and the bond they’d once shared. What they’d done had been the climax, both literally and physically, of the fantasies she’d had when she was younger, and judging by his actions and words it was the same for him as well.