Antoine was definitely going much faster than Kiegan. When Antoine got to the bottom portion of the net, rather than put his feet in the netting he just hung from his hands and began to swing from square to square of the cargo net, like a kid effortlessly making his way across a set of handlebars.
I watched as Antoine was almost at the end, when suddenly a gust of wind from the helicopter’s rotors blew him off balance. My breath caught as I watched the incredible athlete hanging from one arm, dangling high above the water.
Full credit to Antoine, he didn’t panic at all. He didn’t look down. Instead, he looked up at the cargo net and made a huge effort to reach up and grab it once more with his other hand, but as he missed he lost his grip with the hand still holding him to the net and began to freefall.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself as I watched the screen. Antoine’s huge body plunged towards the earth, his arms and legs swinging around just a tiny bit. Just before he hit the water Antoine put his arms up into the air to avoid hurting them on his landing. The splash for such a big man hitting the water at such a high speed was surprisingly small.
While one of the boats began making its way to where Antoine went in, throwing a lifesaver out to him, I re-focused on Kiegan. He was slowly, but surely, making his way across the net, and had almost made it over to the other side. Now he was slowly turning himself around, having to make a 180 degree turn so he could go from feet first to head first to get back into the other side of the chopper.
I watched with bated breath as Kiegan seemed to take ten minutes to move those final three feet, before finally grabbing something inside the helicopter and pulling himself back inside.
One of the cameras grabbed a closeup of his face as he lay down on the floor of the helicopter, a sheen of sweat over his face, obviously completely exhausted.
Five minutes later both men were back on solid ground, Antoine brought over on the boat, Kiegan by the helicopter which he had successfully crossed, winning the stunt.
Both men embraced when they saw each other, Antoine said something to Kiegan, who patted him on the shoulder in that way men do.
When Kiegan saw me, he flashed me a grin.
“Impressed?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I guess so. I gotta say, I didn’t think you were going to win that one.”
“Neither did I, little sis, neither did I.”
I grabbed a coke from one of the coolers full of drinks and went back to the outskirts of all the happenings. It was crazy just how many people were needed to shoot one episode of a reality TV show. I found a giant box to sit on and sipped my drink while I watched the crazy happening around me.
Suddenly, I felt someone near me.
I looked over to see Antoine King holding a beer.
“Hey, mind if I join you?” he asked. I scootched over to make enough room for the monstrous man to sit down next to me.
“Not at all. You deserve that,” I told him, nodding to his beer.
“Thanks,” Antoine laughed. “I think so too. That was hands down the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
“If it makes you feel any better, if it wasn’t for that gust of wind you would have romped it in. Kiegan had no chance, you were so much faster than him.”
“Yeah. Oh well, finishing is half the battle.”
“Did it hurt when you landed in the water?”
“Definitely. I’m going to be sore for a few days.”
I shook my head. “I could never do that. I mean, even if I had the physical strength to even try, I could never dare do something that could result in me falling over a hundred feet into the water.”
“It’s all about training your mind. You can’t let fear control you. Kiegan says you’re his new personal assistant.”
“Yeah. Tina.”
“Antoine. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. So why did you decide to go on the show?”
“I figured there’d be a good chance a bunch of pro scouts would be watching. Even if it’s just a couple, if I made a good impression for one or two of them, well that’s enough, isn’t it?”
“It’s risky though, isn’t it? I mean, you fell down, so wouldn’t that hurt your chances?”
Antoine shrugged. “Probably. But maybe not. After all, I looked pretty damn good up until that point. A lot of pro scouts are watching my games anyway, this is just to try and get in front of a couple eyeballs that might have passed me up until now. If they see how well I was doing until I fell, maybe they’ll have a look at some of my games.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “That sounds like a good plan.”
“Hey, what do you say we get out of here and find somewhere a bit more… quiet… to continue our chat?” Antoine asked. I froze. I hadn’t worried about guys in ages, I hadn’t been on a date since God-knows-when. And while Antoine was nice, I didn’t want to go on one tonight. Even if it was my twentieth birthday.
“Sorry, you seem really nice, I’m just purposely single right now,” I told him with a small smile. I felt bad. I wasn’t used to turning guys down. I mean sure, the odd one or two would flirt with me when I worked at the grocery store back in Seattle, and I’d even had a one night stand with one of them, but I didn’t feel right about it now.
It’s not because you’re attracted to your brother. It’s not, I repeated to myself, over and over. But I knew it was a lie. A part of me was holding out, hoping that Kiegan would notice me that way. Even though I knew it was impossible. Even though I knew Victoria’s Secret models were more his type than I was.
“Oh. Ok, sorry for the misunderstanding,” Antoine told me. “Kiegan just told me that you were super into me, and I should go and ask you out.”
The rage I’d been shoving down suddenly came bubbling over. All I could see was red as I realized that this day, on my twentieth birthday, my brother was still being a total douche.
Well guess what, asshole. I’m not a teenager anymore, and I’m not taking any more of your shit.
“Oh he did, did he? Well I apologize Antoine, but Kiegan lied to you to make an idiot out of me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to tell him exactly where he can shove his advice.”
I stormed off without waiting for a reply, but if I wasn’t mistaken I did see the tiniest hint of a smile form in the corner of Antoine’s mouth.
This wasn’t the worst thing Kiegan had done to me since I started working for him; not by far. But this one was absolutely the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I was going to give him a piece of my mind.
Chapter Thirteen
I stormed over to the editing table where four or five laptops were set up. Kiegan was discussing something about one of the scenes with Josh.
“Hey, asshole,” I yelled out. Kiegan turned around.
“Me?” he asked, looking as innocent as a puppy caught rolling in something it shouldn’t have and pretending it wasn’t doing anything.
“Obviously, you. Everyone else here is perfectly likeable.”
“Ok, let’s go talk over here,” Kiegan motioned, trying to take my arm, but I wrenched it away. Still, I followed Kiegan into the administration building by the helipad. We went down a hallway where we were alone, the into what was obviously some sort of pilot’s change room.
“How fucking dare you?”
“What did I do?” Kiegan asked, spreading his arms in question.
“You told Antoine I wanted him. He came over thinking I was into him, and I had to shoot him down,” I shot at Kiegan. I was yelling, and I didn’t care.
“Seriously? That’s what you’re upset about?”
“YES! And not just that. It’s all the fucking pranks, the asshole things you do. It’s just like fucking high school, and you know what? I’m done. I’m can’t take it anymore. It’s my twentieth birthday, and I’m not going to let you ruin this decade of my life.”
With every word I could feel my voice getting higher and higher pitched, and by the time I got to the last few wor
ds I was pretty sure any glasses in the room would have exploded. Tears were welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let Kiegan see me cry. It had only been a couple of months, but he had taken me past the breaking point. I couldn’t handle it anymore.
Suddenly, Kiegan moved over to me. I moved back, pressing against a row of lockers, as my brother stood only inches away from me. I could feel the heat from his body, he was that close to me. My breath caught in my throat as I forced myself to look up at him.
His eyes were smouldering with a fire I had never seen before.
Suddenly, his mouth was on mine. My eyes widened in shock as I felt his lips pressing against my own, his tongue softly forcing my mouth open. What the fuck is this? Is this another one of his stupid tricks?
My brain tried to ask a million questions at once, but my body took over and my thoughts muddled into a giant puddle of mush. I closed my eyes and leaned back, enjoying the sensation of my brother’s tongue in my mouth as he continued to kiss me, hard.
His hands rested softly on my hips, and he began to slide his fingers up my shirt, slowly, tantalizingly. His every touch sent ripples of energy coursing through me, like a live wire on my skin.
I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around Kiegan’s neck and leaned my head back against the lockers, pressing my body closer to his. His fingers moved upwards finding the edge of my bra, and slowly following the line of the underwire. When he got to the front of my shirt he began undoing the buttons, one at a time, slowly. I gasped as the cool air of the room hit my exposed skin, hardening my nipples even more than Kiegan’s touch had already been doing.
Stop it. Stop it. This is so wrong, you can’t do this, my brain shouted, sending out every single red flag it could, but my body ignored it. I had wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long, I was going to have him. Fuck the consequences.
As Kiegan got to the bottom of my shirt, he tore it off and let it fall to the floor. My bra was the only thing covering my breasts, and they heaved towards him as I pressed them against his muscular chest. His breathing was getting deep and ragged, and I knew Kiegan wanted this as much as I did.
“What if someone comes in?” I whispered, suddenly aware that we were in way too public a place for this to happen.
“Fuck it, that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied as he unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Moving his head down to my breasts, his hot mouth found my nipple and a moan escaped my lips as he began to suck, then nibble, not too hard but not too softly, just enough to send sharp pangs of pleasure coursing through my body and down to my sex.
I knew I was wet. I could feel it. I was so turned on I was practically writing under Kiegan’s touch. I took my hands and grabbed his hair as he continued to suckle my nipple. I wanted to yank him off me, tear off all his clothes and make him mine.
When he finally came up for air, Kiegan pulled off his shirt. My hands grazed his muscular chest, all that working out he did obvious, as my eyes lapped up the beauty of his body. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. That we were actually doing this.
Kiegan grabbed at the button of my jeans with an urgency that I matched, and before I knew it, we were both naked, pressed against each other, the only thing I could hear was our hurried breathing.
Moving me over to a table at the other end of the room, Kiegan hoisted me up onto it like I weighed nothing.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers finding the folds of my sex.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned at the feeling of his touch. I wanted him inside of me, and not just his fingers. “Me too. Oh God, me too.”
I grabbed the edge of the table as Kiegan took his shaft out and pressed it against my slit. I closed my eyes and gasped as he pressed against me, and before I knew it my brother had slipped inside of me, his hardness stretching my walls. It had been a while since I had anyone inside of me, and my back arched as I felt him penetrate me to my core.
The sex was pure, raw, animalistic enjoyment for the both of us. I clutched at the table as hard as I could as he pounded in and out of me, hard and fast. With every stroke I could feel my blood getting hotter. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body from my nether regions, the tips of my fingers and toes began to tingle. I was glad I was sitting on the edge of the table, I was sure that if I was standing my legs would have been like jelly.
“Fuck me,” I groaned as every fantasy I’d had since I was fourteen years old came true in this helicopter company building. Kiegan grunted a reply and grabbed my hips, using my body as leverage as he pounded me harder and harder.
Pressure began to build inside of me, a pressure unlike any I’d ever felt before. I knew I was going to orgasm, I knew I was coming close. Every thrust leg to a tug at the very core of my being, a tug that only made me want more.
Finally, the pressure grew to be too much. Like a dormant volcano rushing to life, I came. I clutched Kiegan as I howled with pleasure, completely oblivious to the fact that we were still in public. “Oh God… oh Kiegan!” I cried out as the orgasm racked my body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body, setting every single cell in my body on fire, sending through a pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My toes curled, my back arched, my mouth opened in a silent scream as every muscle in my body tensed, focused entirely on making the pleasure running through me last for as long as possible. I could feel my sex clenching on Kiegan’s shaft, who had stopped thrusting while I came.
When I finally came back down to earth, I could feel myself shaking. The orgasm had taken everything out of me, completely. Kiegan thrust into me again, and a couple minutes later his breathing became more ragged and he came inside of me with a few small grunts.
As I came back down to earth and the full gravity of what I’d just done started to become a reality, I felt a huge shame course through me. Not only had I just had sex with my stepbrother, but I hated him! No matter how much I was attracted to him, I still wanted to punch him in the face regularly.
Oh my God, how could you do this? I asked myself. I could feel the crimson color my face had turned. Kiegan was just going around, putting his clothes back on like nothing had happened. I quickly scrambled to put mine back on.
“What’s the rush?” Kiegan asked me, a lock of hair falling across his forehead, that familiar grin on his face as he zipped up his pants.
“This was a mistake.”
“What? Why?”
“We can’t have done this. You’re my brother. Oh my God, what have I done?”
I buttoned my shirt up, stumbling over some of the buttons in my haste to do them up as quickly as possible. I was going back to the hotel, and I was going to have a long, hot shower. Then I was going to do my best to forget that I had ever done this. I was about to leave the room when Kiegan called out to me.
“Hey, sis?”
“Don’t call me that,” I replied, stopping with the door open and turning to him.
“Happy birthday,” he said, with that same stupid grin on his face. I turned and left, the grab bag of emotions running through me about to spill over.
* * *
As I stood in the shower, letting the water, as hot as I could stand, pour over me I thought about what Kiegan and I had just done. And I thought about my reaction. My body’s reaction. I had known it was wrong. I had known the whole time that I shouldn’t have done it, that I should have said no. So why didn’t I? Why did I let Kiegan Hunt take me right there in the helicopter company’s locker room? Was it just to fulfill a fantasy I’d gone through for years? It had to be.
Still, I was angry at myself. I should have had more self-control. This was obviously going to make everything more complicated. After all, I still hated the guy. And I still worked for him. And we were still family.
Could you have possibly picked a worse person to have a quickie with? No, of course not. Having sex with the Queen of England would have been less complicated than this.
Even
tually I got out of the shower, towelled myself off and went onto the balcony wearing my plush hotel bathrobe. The sounds of sea birds cut through the air, over the sounds of cars and people down below. What was I going to do? I had absolutely no idea.
What I did know was that I had planned for Kiegan to make an appearance at one of the big clubs in Miami, Pitbull was going to be DJing that night, and anyone who was anyone was going to be there. Unfortunately, that meant I had to be there too, to handle the introductions.
Meet in the lobby at 11 to go to the club I texted Kiegan. Maybe if I tried to ignore that we had ever had sex at all, I could pretend it had never happened.
I looked at my watch. It was just after four in the afternoon. This was going to be a big night; I probably wasn’t going to get to bed until at least three in the morning. I decided to nap for a couple of hours before I had to meet Kiegan again.
Lying down in the plush bed, as soon as I closed my eyes my mind drifted back to what I’d just done with my brother a couple of hours earlier. The feeling of his hands on my body, of his mouth on my breast. The sensations that ran through me as he pounded in and out of me, with an urgency I’d never felt before.
I instantly began to feel my body reacting again. I felt that familiar tug in my nether regions, felt the juices beginning to form inside of me, my body wanting more.
Stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it, I scolded myself. There was absolutely no way I was going to go down this rabbit hole.
Sure, I had enjoyed it. There was no mistaking that, I couldn’t deny that to myself if I tried. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake. It didn’t mean I couldn’t do my best to forget that it had happened completely. I fell asleep trying to force the memories of my brother out of my head.
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