by Piper Frost
This whole idea. The entire fucking thing—kissing, fucking, falling in love with my step brother, then making his best friend my fake boyfriend—it was all a horrible idea.
The doors close and I turn around to face Brandt while he walks toward me.
"This was the worst idea I've ever had." He takes my face in his hands and presses his lips to mine with Bo right there. "So stupid."
"It was this or them figuring it out, Brandt," I say against his mouth. "You're not so good at being discreet."
"It's 'cause I can't have what I fucking want," he growls, gripping my ass and pulling me tight against him.
"Hey, hey." Bo yawns and he's already curled up in a corner. "If I wake to you two fuckin', I'll be pissed."
"So threatening."
"Should we test it?" Brandt grins, lifting me by my ass. "I've been waiting all goddamned night to do this."
I can't help but giggle like a girl in love and when he places me on the bed, I stop his traveling lips. "We should at least wait until he's asleep," I whisper with a grin, then toss a pillow at Bo.
"I'm still awake, you two horn dogs," he grumbles and gets comfortable with the pillow.
I laugh and cuddle into Brandt. "Did someone lock the door?"
"Why's the door closed?" Bo grumbles from the corner. "Y’all are being a little too obvious, don't ya think?"
"Well you're not sleeping in this damn bed with her," Brandt pushes his face against my neck and pulls me closer. "It's fine."
"If anyone walks in they'll see us laying together." My eyes are getting heavier and Brandt responds in mutters before he's out cold. I follow only minutes later even though I want to get up and check the door.
A painful lump against my ass makes me wake early in the morning. When it starts to rub against me, I giggle, realizing it's Brandt's cock and I push a little harder against him.
"This has to go," I whisper and reach back to touch his belt buckle that's pressing against my lower back. He shoves his jeans down and his hand wraps around me. He grips my panties and shoves them down, pushing his hand between my legs.
"We gotta be quiet," he whispers in my ear.
"Brandt," I quietly laugh and dart my eyes to Bo who's snoring loudly, still slumped in the corner.
"Shhh," he whispers, lifting my leg and bringing it back to rest on his, his dick pressing against my pussy. He pushes into me, gripping my thigh and letting out a sigh. "Shit." His whispered moan on my neck sends chills through my body and he starts slowly pumping into me.
His hand slides from my leg and starts rubbing my clit as the steady, slow rhythm of him pumping into me makes me quietly whimper. He fills me in ways I've never been filled before and that's what tells me this addiction isn't like substance abuse.
When I let out a louder cry, he hushes me but it's so fucking hard. "I can't." I bite my pillow because I can’t take it as he pushes deep, then slides all the way out to the tip and repeats. "I'm going to come, Brandt," I warn him, and he slides his hand under my neck then clamps it over my mouth, pressing his lips to my ear.
"Come, Jo," he whispers, then grunts and starts pumping his hips faster.
He holds me tight, his fingers still working my clit and the deep strokes of his dick send me spiraling to orgasm hard and fast. He grunts again, his grip on me tightening, and he groans so loud as he comes he has to latch his mouth onto my shoulder to try and muffle it. He's pressed against me so tight I can feel his heart practically beating out of his chest.
"Wow." He pants, nuzzling his head in my neck, still holding me tight.
Breathing heavily while trying to catch my breath after that intensity, my gaze shoots to Bo as he stirs and I cover my face in my hands. Shifting, I roll to face Brandt.
"You're dangerous," I whisper, softly kissing his chin.
"You're sexy as hell." He pulls me to him and our legs twist together. "I gotta get these people out of our house," he grumbles.
"It's five thirty in the morning." I wrap my arms tighter. "Go back to sleep." I feel his come slipping out of me, but I'm too relaxed to get up.
"Internal alarm, sweetheart. I can't shut it off." His hand strokes down my back softly. "Feels weird not workin' today."
"Could you two shut the fuck up," Bo bitches from the corner. "Some people around here like their sleep."
"Shhh, go to sleep." I really hope he didn't hear us because that would be awful. For him. "Brandt." I lock him tight to me. "It's your birthday, sleep in for once." I kiss his cheek and close my eyes.
He sighs before going still and quiet, but I can tell he's not going back to sleep.
"Bacon," he whispers after a minute and I groan.
"Fucking bacon." I huff and pop up, taking the sheet with me because I have nothing on from the waist down and Bo's staring directly at me. I dart into the bathroom and pull on yoga pants I have laying on the floor, then leave the boys in the room and head for the kitchen.
"You're up early!" Kinlee's chipper voice grates on my nerves, but I clamp it down. She means well.
"I didn't realize you were still here."
"I drank a little too much. And Bo's my ride. I'm used to being up at four thirty for the crops so I hope you don't mind I cleaned up a little."
"You live on a farm too?"
"Sorta." She nods and looks away, apparently not wanting to talk about that.
"Can you make bacon?" I've never made bacon.
"Oh my god yes, that sounds amazing!"
She’s a nice girl, just a little too bubbly for me. But really she’s a sweetheart because she’s genuine and I like that about her.
"Jo, did you force Kinlee to make breakfast?" Brandt laughs, walking to the coffee pot.
"No she didn't." Kinlee giggles then hugs him. "Happy birthday!"
I watch as jealousy punches me in the stomach when he hugs her back and kisses her cheek. My eyes dart down to the table, really wanting to understand their relationship. He says they haven't slept together, but he's very hands on with her. But to be honest, she's like this with everyone.
"Thanks.” He ruffles her hair and glances over at me, winking before sitting at the table.
"Mornin'," Bo grumbles, heading to the fridge. "Food smells good." His eyes move to Kinlee's ass and I'm glad no one else is in here with us. I nudge him and he flashes his gaze to me. "Hey, sweetheart," he says awkwardly as he pulls a beer from the fridge.
"You're nursing a hangover with beer?" Brandt laughs. Bo pins him with a death glare and pops the top.
"Long fuckin' night last night." He takes a swig and sits across from Brandt in a showdown.
"You foiled his plans of getting lucky." Kinlee bumps her hip into Brandt's arm and giggles as she walks back to the stove.
"Somethin' like that," Brandt says, grinning from ear to ear.
I brush past Brandt as I sit and Bo moves to sit next to me. It's only a second of silence before two more people walk into the kitchen and one is that girl I fucking hate. Especially because she's pushing herself into Brandt's lap right now.
As she starts to swivel her hips, she says, "Birthday lap dance."
Brandt's eyes roll and it doesn’t seem like he likes it much either. He better fucking not like it.
"Knock it off, Fiona.” Standing from his chair, she slides from his lap and he heads for the coffee pot. "After breakfast y’all gotta split. I got plans today."
"It's fuckin' six in the mornin'," Bo grumbles. "Y’all wake up too early."
"I'm with Bo," I say and grab a piece of bacon. "Thanks, Kinlee." I hold it up and before I can say bye to Brandt's friends, Kinlee grabs me into a hug.
"I'm so happy we got to hang again."
"Yeah." I shake her off. "Nice meeting you people." I walk up to Bo and kiss his cheek. "I'll call you later."
His hand connects with my ass so hard my feet clear at least a foot and I freeze, looking back at him.
He winks. "Love you, baby."
I glance at Brandt and see his red face, but he qui
ckly takes a drink of coffee before saying, "Knock that shit off. You don't fuckin' love her. Y’all just started...you know…"
"It's love. She told me she loved me last night." Bo starts to cram food into his mouth then heads for the door, because he knows he's walking a thin line with both of us. He moans, "I love you, Bo." He moans a little louder, trying to mimic sex noises, and Brandt's face turns bright fucking red as he grips his coffee mug. "Right there, I love you, Bo." Just as he steps out of the house, Brandt darts toward him and chases him down, slamming the door behind them.
"Night," I blurt and rush for my room. I shove the doors closed and run to my bed, jumping up to the window to see if I can see Brandt and Bo but they’re not out back.
I try to call Brandt but he doesn't answer, so I settle for a text.
City girl: Brandt don't kill him! He's doing us a favor!
He doesn't respond and I sit and stare out the window, trying to see something, but nothing's happening out there as far as I can tell. After thirty minutes and I hear that everyone’s left, I lay down. If Brandt's killing Bo, he's probably done and burying the body. Nothing I can do now. I close my eyes getting a flutter in my stomach. I shouldn't like how pissed Brandt got when Bo did that.
"Jo," Brandt's gentle tone wakes me and I groan, rolling over in bed. He chuckles and pulls the covers back. "Rise and shine, city girl. Time to celebrate with the birthday boy." The bed dips and I grin, rolling over to see he's already dressed for the day in an old t-shirt, baseball hat, and his trademark jeans with his favorite belt buckle. He lets his fingers trail down my bare legs. "It's almost lunch time, Jo." His eyes are hungry, but not for food. "You wanna join the living world with me and head to town for a bit before dinner tonight? I need a new shirt."
"You need a new shirt." I chuckle and think about the mound of his clothes in the laundry room. "Because it's your birthday I'll get up." I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "Hey." Stumbling toward the bathroom, I turn back to him. "Is Bo still alive?"
"Yes." He stands and stretches. "He's lucky everyone else was here. I only got in one swing before my dad came out and I had to cool off."
"Brandt." I roll my eyes. "He's doing us a favor!" I yell as I close the door. "And also blowing his chances with Kinlee because of it."
"Wait what?" The bathroom door opens. "What chance with Kinlee?” He's leaning on the doorframe of my bathroom while I'm peeing. Apparently this man knows nothing about privacy.
"Brandt," I blurt and glare at him. "I'm on the fuckin' toilet!" I throw a hairbrush at him.
"Hey!" he laughs, ducking out of the way and letting it clank to the floor behind him. "I don’t like when you close doors between us. Deal with it. Everybody pisses, Jo." He crosses his arms. "So back to this whole Bo and Kinlee thing."
I huff and quickly wipe. "Bo wants her really bad. It's fucking obvious. Hand me my brush, please." I busy myself washing my hands.
"He told you this?" He grabs the brush then steps as close as possible to kiss my shoulder as he sets it on the counter. "You look beautiful already, Jo. Toss on some panties and let's go."
"I'll have dreads by this afternoon." I gag around my toothbrush. "And he didn't freaking tell me. It's just really, really obvious." I look at him like he's dumb for not noticing.
"Country boys are pretty oblivious to their feelings till it smacks them in the face one day, Jo." He’s watching me like that's not all that's on his mind. "He probably doesn't even realize it."
I cock my eyebrow. "Hmm, maybe." I spit in the sink and shift away from him. "Please get out so I can finish getting ready." With a forced smile, I’m not really sure what to make of what he just said.
He pauses, still staring at me, then takes a few steps backwards until he's standing just outside the bathroom. "Hurry up." He's still staring at me and I hate being awkwardly watched. A grin slips on his lips and he nods to the door. "And please don't close that." He spins and heads out of the room and I'm left staring at his ass as he leaves.
I fight the urge to slam the door, but I secretly love he said he doesn't like closed doors between us. The stupid country boy has got me good, and it's probably going to end bad.
I wave to Donna as I sit in the front seat of Brandt's truck. She blows me a kiss and a stupid smile hits my lips so I dip my head, hoping she didn't see. I'm still supposed to hate her but sadly enough, I don’t really hate much about this life anymore.
Brandt has been talking to Garrison for a few minutes and my palms start to get clammy when I notice Garrison look over at the truck a few times. I really wish he'd hurry. I feel like they know what's been going on and I'm starting to sweat.
When he gets in, he smiles at me. "Dad's pretty stoked you're coming to dinner tonight." He takes my hand and I pull it away. Still sitting in the driveway with our parents out there isn't the time to be holding hands. He nods like he agrees and whispers, "Sorry," before pulling away. "I'm thinking I need a new flannel shirt. A red one. My favorite one went missing."
"That's a shame." I look out the window, noticing Garrison watching the truck. "Dude," I groan when we're out of sight. "Do you think they know?" I blurt and look over at him.
"How would they?" He looks at me like I'm losing it. "Stop worrying, city girl. It's fine, they're just happy we're getting along and not murdering each other.” He laughs.
"They’re not going to be happy when they realize how much we get along. Especially when I end up pregnant." I shove him, remembering this morning. "No more unprotected sex!"
He grips the steering wheel tight and we slow to a stop as he pulls over to the side of the road. Turning to me, he shrugs. "Would it be the end of the world? I mean, sure...I see your point maybe? But a little Brandt running around here?" He twists his fingers with mine.
"Brandt, we're young! Really young! Oh my fuck." I pull away from him. "And step siblings!"
"It's not illegal, Jo. I'm not saying we try or anything, but...I don't know, I'm just not really worried about it. With anyone else, sure it'd suck. But you're..." He trails off and grins. "You're you. And I'm in love with you, Jo." His lips turn up the slightest and his eyes lock on mine.
I look away, because if I don't, the stupid smile on my face will surely make him take it back. I want to get in his lap, but if anyone drove by, they'd know it's Brandt's truck, and a black-haired girl humping him can only be his fucking step sister. Oh my god, we're so fucked.
I lean over and quickly kiss his cheek but I don't say anything. I take his hand. I can't talk about this after he just said it wouldn't hurt anything if we got pregnant. I'm in love with him, but I'm not ready to have his babies. Or any babies.
"Right," he says, letting out a puff of air. "So, back to town." The truck rolls back onto the road. "Dinner's at five tonight, so we got a few hours."
My thumb rubs over his knuckles while I stare out the window, lost in thoughts of how there is no future with Brandt. I don't really care about futures. I've got nothing going for me. But then I met Brandt and he's the first and only guy that's got me thinking about what lies ahead. We have no future, because we're step siblings. So how long are we going to play this and hide from everyone?
When I accidentally sigh aloud, he glances over at me and I quickly smile at him. I practically beam at him because he loves me. To blurt the words 'I love you' right now would be stupid, so I just look away.
The truck pulls up to a small brick building in the middle of downtown, and from the looks of it, they don't sell shirts here. Brandt looks over at me, smiling like a damn idiot, and wiggles his eyebrows.
"It's my birthday." He grins. "Wanna come in with me?"
I laugh but I'm confused as hell. "Yes...but where the hell are we?" Glancing around doesn't answer my question and I start to wonder if it's a bar. Doesn't look like a bar. Doesn't look like much from this angle except the side of a brick building.
"Tattoo shop. I finally figured out what I'm getting." He swings open his door and hops out, walking in long
strides to my side to open my door. "You gonna hold my hand the entire time?"
I laugh in excitement and wonder if he cleared this with his dad. He's twenty, he shouldn't have to, but that seems to be the type of relationship they have. Respect and truth.
"You're going to get a tattoo?" I take his hand and get out, quickly yanking away when I realize we can't do this in public. "Of what?" I grin up at him.
He pulls out his phone and shoves it at me. "We brand the steer with the ranch logo. I'm never leaving it. The ranch is a part of me. So I figured it's kinda perfect." The Kenshaw Ranch logo is some type of southern script with a backwards K butting up to an R and it's actually really neat looking.
"This is awesome. Where you getting it?" When I accidentally lean into him as we head for the door, I fall back a step.
A secret relationship fucking sucks.
He lifts his left arm and points to his bicep. "Inside right here. Not gonna be seen much there." He pulls the door open.
I wince at the spot he selected. "You're gonna need to hold someone's hand." I grin. "And not your step sister's," I whisper as we approach the counter.
"Hey, Chase," he says and I glance up, realizing it’s his friend. "Ready for me?"
"Yeah, man. Come on back." He hops off his stool, his eyes staying on me longer than I'd like before they head back. Brandt turns around and gives me a weird look when I don't follow.
"Come on back. You'll be bored out here all alone." He holds out his hand but I don't take it when I follow. This boy's gonna get us in trouble.
"Brandt!" I hear a female screech as we get to the back and follow the god-awful noise.
It's Chase's sister. Fi. Stupid skank that humps Brandt's leg every chance she gets.
"Fuckin' hell," I groan in a whisper as she runs up and throws herself at him. If he didn't catch her, she would have fallen and bashed her face open. Personally, I would’ve let it happen, but Brandt catches her.
"Just here for Chase," he says, forcing a laugh and letting go of her once she can hold herself up again. He smirks back at me and as Chase and Fi talk about something, he murmurs, "You sure you can't hold my hand?" He winks and steps away, heading for the chair.