He ran a hair through his hair and said something to my mom, the look on his face clearly frustrated. After a few more minutes of the two speaking back and forth, she turned around and headed for the house. I nearly sobbed at the thought of him leaving without saying good-bye to me but when I saw him prop his helmet on the seat of his bike, I realized that he wasn’t leaving yet.
My mom came in the house and shut the door, looking over at me with a total lack of surprise. She knew I wouldn’t just let him leave without at least saying good-bye, no matter how angry I was.
“The choice is yours, Kristen.”
Her eyes flickered between me and the packed bag sitting on the coffee table. A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips and she tilted her head, looking at me proudly.
“I don’t know how long he’ll wait. I told him I’d try to get you out of your room.”
I nodded, peaking back out the window once more to watch Erik pace up and down the driveway, looking as lost as I felt.
“Am I making a mistake?” I asked, not looking away from the man I wanted more than anything. “To leave home and uproot my life for a man? Is it a mistake?”
“Relationships require compromise. No matter how much you try to keep the score even, one partner always has to give up a little more than the other. The question you need to ask yourself is-Is he worth it?”
“He is,” I whispered, knowing without a doubt that it was true. “I love him.”
“I know, sweetie. So go.”
I somehow managed to hold back my tears as I hugged my mom good-bye, promising to call her as soon as I could. We knew I’d be back eventually, the bag I had packed was incredibly small and I would need to come home for more of my belongings soon.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you, too. Have fun.”
She disappeared down the hall and I had the sinking feeling that she was going to cry. Guilt twisted my gut but I replayed her words from last night in my head. This was the natural order of things. I slung my bag over my shoulder and went to the door.
The second it opened, Erik looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. The closer I stepped to him, the bigger his smile grew until I was right in front of him.
“What’s this?” he asked, gesturing to my bag.
Suddenly nervous that he wouldn’t even want me to go with him, I began twisting my hands together while I looked down at the ground and tried to gather my courage.
“Well, see… Here’s the thing. I know you have to go. You’re a roamer, I get that. But I’m not willing to just give you up that easily. I know it’s only been a few days, but this thing between us… It feels like it’s meant to be. And I… I’m pretty certain that I’ve fallen for you. So if you’ll have me…” I trailed off, looking up at his face nervously.
The thousand megawatt smile on his lips nearly blinded me. He stalked up to me and pulled the bag from my shoulder, dropping it gently on the ground before lifting me into the air and spinning me around.
After a long, heart-stopping kiss, he pulled back and stared longingly into my eyes.
“I fell for you, too,” he whispered as he sat me back on my feet.
His hand gently caressed my cheek for a moment before he smiled again and walked over to the bike, opening the seat and returning to me with a helmet.
“You’re lucky I keep a spare.”
I smiled like an idiot as he put my bag into the bike and returned the seat to its normal position. He swung a leg over the bike and straddled it, turning to me with a wink.
“Hop on, beautiful.”
“Where are we going?” I asked as I hesitantly approached. It was going to be the first time I’d ever been on a motorcycle and I was a little nervous.
Erik shrugged. “Wherever you want to go,” he said before pulling on his helmet and putting the key into the ignition.
My mother’s words about compromise ran through my head and I realized that while I was giving up a lot to be with Erik, he would find plenty of ways to make the sacrifice worth it. I pulled the helmet on my head and got on the bike behind him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.
His gloved hand gently squeezed mine for a moment and I smiled, squeaking with surprise as the bike roared to life and we started to move.
I glanced back at the house just in time to see my mother standing in the window, smiling and waving as we tore down the street the same way he had rode in, like an unstoppable force of nature.
Together.
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THE END
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Frank’s eyes closed and his jaw parted slightly as his pushed his hips forward against me, but I could sense his hesitation. “Jess… we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” I asked curiously, flexing my inner walls around his fingers and smirking when his jaw clenched. “It’s not like we haven’t already crossed a line here.”
“It’s different.”
“How?”
“Because if I fuck you, there’s no turning back. I’ve wanted you for years. I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go after having you.”
The revelation surprised me. Frank and I had gotten along since day one of our parent’s marriage, becoming fast friends but never quite reaching the brother-sister bond that our parents hoped we would eventually grow into. That fact never bothered me, I had just been happy to get along with my new stepbrother as well as I did.
Some of my friends in school had stepsiblings they hated. I felt incredibly lucky in comparison.
But I had never once gotten a vibe from him that indicated any interest in me. Sure, he was never happy when I brought a boy home and that extended even after we went to college. Every time I went home with someone and he caught wind of it, he would lay into me about how I shouldn’t be sleeping around and I could do so much better and blah, blah, blah… But that was just what brothers did, right?
As I looked into Frank’s darkened eyes, it finally became clear to me. It was never brotherly protectiveness… It was jealousy.
I couldn’t deny that I wanted him just as much as he seemed to want me, but I was damn sure that there was no way he could’ve known that. I hid my secret feelings for him very well. So well in fact that it didn’t even bother me when he would date and sleep with girls who weren’t me.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it did bother me. I had just buried my feelings so deep inside that I was easily able to remain ignorant to my envy.
The question now became… What to do about this?
I suppose I should get dressed and we can sit down together and have a rational, adult discussion about why or why not we should continue down this path.
Then I recognized the feeling of his cock still pressed against my thigh and said, “Fuck it all.”
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