by Cara Chance
His face dips down in between my thighs and his tongue collects the dampness he’s caused. "So, sweet," he says the hot air from his breath has my hips shooting up to meet his lips. "I've got you," he tells me just like in my dream as he buries his face in between my legs and eats me like a starving man.
I scream out as I come all over his face. My finger nails scratch his shoulders as my hips grind harder into his face. Jordan comes back up with a smile his face covered in my wetness. Heat licks up my face as I put my hands over it.
"Don't hide yourself. Never from me." He lifts me up and carries me to his bedroom laying me down on the bed and following right after.
Jordan kisses me and I'm lost to him. His hand reaches for his top drawer and he pulls out a condom. I gulp as I watch him roll it on. His cock is even bigger than I dreamed of. Jordan grabs my hands and puts them on his massive erection.
"It's ok, Brooklyn. I promise to make you feel good. Touch it. It's yours."
At first my fingers are tentative but from the hitch in his breathing and the jumping of his ab muscles I become bolder. I lean down wanting it in my mouth but Jordan stops me.
"It won’t taste very good with the condom. Next time." His hands push me down and climbs on top of me. "Why are you shaking?" he asks. His hands soothing up and down my arm.
"I've wanted this for so long. I'm afraid it's a dream."
"It's not a dream and now that I have you I'm not letting you go." Jordan postitions himself at my entrance and slowly guides himself into me.
When he’s fully in I squirm around trying to get acclimated. His cock is huge and I feel completely stretched out. Jordan's hand slips between us and he starts circling my clit with his finger. The uncomfortable feeling goes away as another orgasm builds up.
He begins thrusting inside of me. Long deep pulls giving me everything he has. It feels like he has four hands they’re everywhere, tweaking and energizing areas I didn't even know I had.
"You're so tight. I'm going to come soon. I need you to come for me, baby." His lips land on mine as he thrust harder into me. I wrap my arms and legs around him anchoring myself to him. His hand is back to my clit and I come hard screaming his name. He pushes faster into me until he stills and I feel him pulse inside of me.
He collapses next to me both of us coated in sweat. "Shit, why did I wait so long?"
I giggle and curl up to him feeling like a nap is in order.
"Don't get too comfortable. We need to pack you up."
"What do you mean?" I ask my head feeling heavy on his chest.
"You're coming home with me. We need to tell our parents we’re together."
My head snaps up and I stare at him in amazement that he would even suggest that. We’re brother and sister there’s no way our parents will be ok with this.
"Don't look at me like that, Brooklyn. You came to me. We’re together now. I'm sick of waiting and I won't hide it."
I can't stop the smile from forming on my face and Jordan smiles at me before shooting me a wink.
"What if they get mad?"
"I don't care. I do want to give them the respect of telling them so they don't find out, but if they disapprove I don't care. Do you?"
"No," I say with complete honesty. Jordan is who I want and now I have him."I can't believe you like me," I tease.
"I can't believe you didn't figure it out. Now come on let's get out of here."
"What about graduation?"
"Do you really care? If so we will stay."
I think about it and I don't care. I was trying to talk Maryellen out of going weeks ago. I shake my head and Jordan leans up and kisses me. "Good. Let's get some sleep and we will leave first thing in the morning. I already called off practice for the rest of the year."
We drive his brand new truck to the building I no longer live at. I’m surprised when he grabs my hand and leads me to my room. While Jordan lugs my stuff in the back of his truck I call the dean and let him know I will not be attending the ceremony and where he could send my diploma.
Once everything is packed we’re on our way to the three-hour drive to tell our parents we’re together.
Chapter Eight
"Are you nervous?" Jordan asks as we drive away from the school.
"A little," I tell him.
"You're not having second chances, are you?" He asks slowing down so he can look at me.
"Never."
"You are so hot in your track shorts," he says as his hand moves up my thigh.
My breath gets erratic as he starts to play with the seam of my shorts.
"Open up for me." He nudges my thighs open and I let him.
I gasp when he inserts a finger inside of me his eyes never leaving the road.
"Jordan," I hiss right before a moan hits me.
"I've waited too long to get you. Don't think I'm not going to fuck you in some way every chance I get."
Jordan's fingers pump in and out of me as I let my legs flop open for better access. His fingers really are magic. I cry out as he makes me come all over his hand.
"That's my girl," he says as he takes his fingers away and licks them clean.
I'm panting against the window my whole body shaking from the aftermath of the orgasm he just gave me. I look over and he winks at me driving as if he didn't just get his sister off in his truck.
I look down and see the bulge pushing against his basketball shorts. It's my turn.
I unbuckle and crawl down on the floorboard so I have better access. "What are you doing?" Jordan asks before groaning when my hands reach his thick cock.
"I get to play now," I whisper pulling him out of his shorts and fastening my lips against his tip.
I've never given a blow job before so I pay attention to the groans Jordan makes figuring out what he likes. Soon enough his hands are in my hair as he guides me up and down his thick shaft. He's groaning and his leg muscles are tense. I know he's going to come soon.
Jordan swerves off the road and throws the truck in park. His hips thrust into me fucking my mouth as he squirts his lust down my throat moaning. I swallow every drop he gives me.
"I need you now," he grumbles pulling me onto his lap and pushing both our shorts to the side.
He slides into me and both of us moan at the contact. I'm a little sore from last night, but I would never deny him. His hands guide my hips in the rhythm he wants me in.
I let my body lean against the steering wheel as he pushes himself in me at a blinding fast speed. Our bodies slap together as his hand sneak under my bra to play with my nipples.
I'm already sensitive from my first orgasm so it doesn't take me long to come all over his stiff cock.
"So, damn tight," Jordan moans as my body pulses around him.
I watch in facination as his neck muscles contract and he spills himself into me. I curl into him and he rubs my back until I come down from my orgasm. He helps me buckle up and with my head on his lap I'm dead asleep the rest of the ride.
"Wake up, baby. We're here," Jordan whispers kissing me.
He lifts me up and I let him carry me to the house. I struggle out of his arms when we reach the front door. Jordan gives me a curious look.
"We can't just come in with you holding me. We need to ease them in slowly."
"I don't like that. You're mine. I'm not embarrassed. Are you?"
I shake my head putting my hand on his chest. "No, I just don't want to give him a heartattack."
"Fine we will do it your way but we need to tell them soon." Jordan leans in and kisses me. His mouth searing into mine before unlocking the door to our parent’s house.
"Hello," we yell out to the empty house.
"They must be out," I say searching the bottom floor.
"They’re out of town," Jordan says wrapping his arms around me and handing me a hand-written note. "I found this on the counter."
The note explained that my dad was surprising Sally with a trip for the summer, and to enjoy the house while they were
gone.
"Should we call them and tell them?" I ask kind of wanting to get it over with.
"I think we should do what they told us too like good little kids and enjoy the house." The wicked tone in Jordan's voice brings shivers down my spine.
His lips land on the back of my neck and the letter drops to the ground as he picks me up and carries me to the kitchen counter.
"I agree," I say letting my back hit the counter as his face moves down my greedy body.
"Babe, why do you have clothes on? It's naked day," Jordan whines pulling my back to him and kissing my shoulder.
It's been two and half months since we escaped Estabrook Academy, and it has been heaven. Not to say we haven't had out fights. Jordan is still the same stubborn alpha and now that he's claimed me he is even more protective.
"I can't cook bacon naked," I tell him swatting him with the spatula as I lean into him.
"You're lucky you look good in my shirt," he says against my neck biting it softly and making me moan.
I can't believe we have been at each other non-stop and we still can't seem to get enough of one another.
"It will look better on the floor," I tell him.
"Fuck." He reaches around and shuts the stove off.
I twirl in his arms and laugh when he scoops me up and puts me on the counter. Our lips tangle with each other as I try and pull off his shirt.
"Oh, my," I hear before my dad bellows, "What the hell?"
Jordan tears his lips from mine and turns around shielding me from our parents.
Sally has her hand over her mouth as tears pour down her beautiful face. I never realized how much Jordan looks like her, but it wasn't the time to study her. My dad's face is bright red as his hands pump into fists.
"We need to talk," Jordan tells them. His hands are around my legs his body blocking out most of the scene.
"Like hell we do. Get your hands off my daughter," my dad screams.
"I love your daughter. Hell, I was there for her when you weren't."
"Jordan," Sally gasps.
"What it's true. As soon as Brooklyn's mom died she died to him as well. I'm sorry you had to find out this way but I love her and we want you blessing to be together. If you aren't willing to give it to us than you will both be losing your children."
My face burys into Jordan's neck as tears pour down my face. I hate that what he's saying is true. My dad stopped giving a shit about me as soon as my mother died. Jordan was here for me and I loved him. It sucked that we were going to have to leave our parents because the look on their face showed that they weren't going to accept us.
"Get out. Both of you," my dad cried storming out of the room.
Sally looked back and forth between her retreating husband and us. "Don't leave just yet." She took off running up the stairs.
Jordan turned around with sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't think it was going to happen like this." His knuckle brushes the tears off my cheek.
"You said you love me," I sniffle.
Jordan smiles and kisses me gently as he helps me off the counter. "Of course, I love you. You have to have known that. You're not that dumb."
I laugh quietly as we walk to the room we've been sharing and pack up our stuff. Sally comes in just as we’re doing one last walk through before taking off. She's holding a large manilla envelope and her face is stained with tears.
"This is for you," she says handing me the envelope.
"Thank you," I say giving her a perplexed look.
She walks over and hugs Jordan tightly. "Do you love her?" she asks loud enough for me to hear.
"With all my heart," Jordan answers her.
"Take care of each other." she says lifting her arm so I can hug them too. "I'll work on you father. He does love you very much Brooklyn."
I’m proud of myself from hiding the snort that wanted to come out.
"Keep in touch," she says kissing us both on the cheek.
"What's in the envelope?" Jordan asks as we make our way out of town.
"I forgot about it," I say ripping it open.
My eyes fill up with more tears. "It's my trust from my mother. I didn't even know I had one."
Jordan's hand comes down on my knee as I read the paperwork. "Holy shit. She left me a lot of money," I gasp as I stare at the amount I can't even comprehend.
Jordan grabs me and kisses the top of my head. "Everything is going to work out. As long as you and I are together."
"Where too?" he asks at a stop light.
"Let's go get our first apartment together," I say nibbling my bottom lip. "If you want to."
Jordan pulls me to him so our foreheads are pressed together. I've noticed it seems to be his thing when he wants to tell me something important.
"I love you, Brooklyn. One of these days I wan to marry you. I want to have babies with you. Don't be afraid of planning a future with me together because I've never known a future that didn't have you in it."
More tears pour down my face as I kiss him deeply.
"I love you," I whisper into his mouth.
"I love you," Jordan answers as someone behind us honks getting us to drive forward.
Epilogue
Three years later
"Are you wearing underwear under your gown?" Jordan whispers in my ear when we find each other after the graduation.
"You'll have to find out," I whisper back to him afraid the people milling around would hear us.
"That's it we're going home." Jordan grabs my hand and starts walking out to the parking lot with a purpose.
I laugh but don't even try to resist him. At his truck, he whirls me around and plants his lips on mine. I sink into the kiss not caring what anyone thinks.
After we were kicked out of our parents house we moved into a tiny one bedroom apartment close to my school. I got a job at a coffee shop, that I now manage, and Jordan found a summer job teaching track for the community. We decided to save the money my mom left me to get a house.
Jordan got lucky and landed a job at a local high school coaching competitive track while I worked and went to school. The first year was hard because I was afraid Jordan would get sick of me and leave me for someone better.
Thankfully, Jordan was patient and well domineering and broke through my wall making sure I knew I was the only girl for him. After that I was secure and I'm happy.
I applied for a couple of teaching jobs and we were just waiting for one of them to go through. We never talked about it but we didn't want to move too far from our parents just in case they decided to accept us.
Someone cleared their throat for the third time before we broke apart.
"Congratulations, Brooklyn." My dad hands me a dozen red roses his movement was stiff.
Sally ran over to us and wrapped us both in her arms sobbing. "I missed you so much. I'm so proud of you Brooklyn."
"I missed you too, mom." Jordan says his arms never leaving me as if he knew I needed the support for this.
"Can we take you out to dinner?" My dad asks as Sally still clings to us.
Jordan looks at me silently telling me he would go along with whatever I decide.
"That would be nice," I answer wrapping my arms around Jordan.
He kisses me on the top of my head. My dad gave us a wooden smile as Sally reached for him.
"I have reservations at La'Chien. Do you know where that is?" my dad asks his eyes never leaving mine.
"I do. We will meet you there." Jordan helps me climb into the truck which was good because I felt like I was in shock.
"If you don't want to go tell me. I can have us home and naked in twenty minutes."
I let out a real laugh and my shoulders relax as I cuddle next to him. "Let's see what they have to say but, naked time is a definite."
"Damn straight."
We arrive just after our parents and they lead us to a quiet corner in the back of the restaurant. After we order my dad grabs my hand.
"I'm sorry. I'm
sorry for everything."
Jordan places his hand on my leg for support.
"It's ok," I say automatically even though it really isn't.
"No, let me finish. When your mom died, I lost myself. You look and act so much like her it physically hurt to be around you so I ignored you. You were just a little girl and I ignored you." my dad wipes his eyes as Sally leans over and kisses his cheek.
"When she died, it was like I lost both of my parents," I admit quietly.
My dad squeezes my hand as I lean more into Jordan.
"I know. And I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am. It was easier to send you away than be reminded of your mother. When I met Sally, it was easy to forget everything. She made me happy for the first time since I lost you mom. Instead of putting my happiness with Sally on you I pushed you away even more."
I push my face in Jordan's shoulder to hide the tears. Jordan pushes his chair back and pulls me on his lap. His arms band around me.
"I'm sorry. I would also like to apologize to you Jordan. I over-reacted when I saw you two in the kitchen. The only excuse I have is I stopped paying attention to Brooklyn when she was a little girl. Seeing her with you in that position it was a harsh reminder of how much time I missed."
I turn my head and from Jordan's shoulder and peek at my dad. He’s holding Sally while he’s staring at us with remorse written all over his face.
"I would like to come back in your life. I miss you. We miss you both."
"We don't want to push. We would like a relationship if you want. I feel I need to apologize too. I knew what was happening but I let my marriage take over. Jordan, you were always so independent I never worried about you. You never needed me, but I should have fought harder for Brooklyn. I'm glad you gave her the love we didn't."
I push off Jordan and walk over to our parents, hugging them both. My dad's arms are tight as he crys on my shoulder.
I pull back and look at them both. "I would like you guys to be a part of our life."
They smile at me as I settle back on Jordan's lap. The waiter gives us a weird look as I didn't move off him even when our food arrived.