by Sara Cate
“Shit, I’m going to come, Gabby.”
“Same,” she whispers and her lips find my mouth, sucking and licking at the flesh. Running her teeth along the skin and up towards my ear. Her pussy squeezes my cock holding me snugly as she continues to ride up and down my shaft. She lets go and starts to squeeze in rapid beats like she’s doing kegels around my cock.
“Your slick cunt is soaking me. Fuck, I’m right there,” I grit out as I spill into her. My body vibrates with the force of my climax; my eyes shut, and my head drops to her shoulder just as she screams my name.
“God, I love you,” she moans as our orgasms roll through us.
Gabrielle
The four days didn’t go quite as slow as I thought they would. I spent time with my parents and a few of my friends from high school, and Monica even hung around. I still spent every night on FaceTime with him and we both gave each other a show that ended with us both out of breath and sated. I am packing up the last of my things before I leave for New York when my sister enters the room and flops down on my bed. Her hair is pulled into a top knot with strands escaping her bun and pulls her glasses down to rest on her nose.
“You almost ready?”
I spin around, tossing my flat iron and makeup bag in my overnight tote and nod. “Thanks for driving me, Mon.” Monica is staying through the New Year and leaving the day after New Year’s Day so she can recover from the hangover she’s already planning to have tomorrow. She and a bunch of her friends are doing a bar crawl around Connecticut and then staying at some ritzy resort across town. I was invited to come, but I told her I had plans with Harper and some of the girls from my dorm.
She doesn’t say anything back and when I look over at her she looks like she wants to say something. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow as she scrunches her lips together. “Gab, is there anything you want to talk about?” My heart begins to accelerate instantly and I try to calm my nerves before answering her in what I believe would be a high pitched and very telling, “No!”
“What do you mean?” I continue making eye contact, knowing that averting my gaze will just make me look guilty.
“You’ve just been different this week, that’s all. Almost like you’ve been on edge. Nervous. You always tell me everything and I feel like you’re keeping something from me.” She lowers her glasses again and looks at me over the tops of the lenses.
I shake my head and do my best to force a chuckle. “No girl, there’s nothing. It was just a long semester. I guess I’m still coming down from that.” I zip my tote closed and set it on top of one of my suitcases. “You’re overthinking it.” She narrows her gaze, staring at me like I have the answers written all over my face.
“Any time your phone buzzes it’s like you jump four feet. You’ve been quiet. Almost too quiet. It’s like you’re worried that if you open your mouth, something is going to come tumbling out like word vomit.” She tucks a stray blonde strand behind her ear and fiddles with her glasses again. “You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”
Easy to say now. She probably thinks I have a boyfriend at school I’m keeping from everyone. Or that I failed a class. Certainly not that I’ve fallen in love with my older brother and have been letting him fuck my brains out for the better part of the past week.
“There’s nothing to tell, Monica. I promise,” I add for extra measure. I feel guilty lying to her when she can clearly see I’m hiding something, but now is not the time to unleash the truth on her. Or anyone.
“Okay.” She shrugs. “Well, let’s get you back to New York then.”
I’m slammed up against the wall of the elevator and my legs immediately move around his waist, sending my short skin tight sparkly gold dress that I’d worn to dinner up around my waist. Lips find my neck and his tongue darts out to lick the skin between my breasts. He drags it up my chest and neck and to my mouth where our tongues meet. We indulged in far too many glasses of champagne and we’re teetering on the edge of drunk. Well, he’s teetering, I’m already there. James’ hands reach under my dress, tearing my underwear from my body and letting the lace fall to the ground in shreds. His hand replaces the material as he cups my sex possessively and lets his fingers drag through my slit.
“Fuck.” My eyes roll back as the feeling of his hand between my legs takes over.
“Oh, that’s what we’re going to be doing for the rest of the night. Believe me.” He grunts in my ear as he rocks his cock against me. “You looked so fucking sinful in this dress, Gabrielle.”
Despite my efforts, James and I didn’t make love the second I got back to New York. He wanted to wait until after dinner so he could really let go with me and not have to worry about leaving the apartment. Because “Once I get you naked, you’re staying that way for the rest of the night,” he’d said in jest though I completely believed it.
My dress comes to my knees and has a sweetheart neckline that gives me cleavage that James couldn’t drag his gaze away from all night. He pulls my breast from the cup and runs his tongue over my nipple and the pierce of his stubble causes a flutter between my legs, just as the elevator dings letting us know we’re on his floor. He lets my nipple go with a pop and we stumble down the hall, a mess of lips and hands and whispered vows of devotion. By the time we’re in his apartment, we don’t even make it to his room before he’s inside of me. My coat isn’t even off before my dress is raised up around my waist and his cock is pushing through my folds as he fucks me from behind. I grip the arm of the couch for leverage, pressing my chest into the material as he fucks me wildly. “Oh my God,” I whimper as my eyes flutter shut. His hips bang into my ass almost painfully with the force in which he fucks me but the pleasure is much more intense. From the back of my neck all the way to the tips of my toes, my skin prickles with anticipation of coming and I know this climax is going to be just as powerful as the others.
“Baby, fuck I’m going to come.” He growls from behind me. “How close are you?”
“So close,” I tell him before biting down on my bottom lip. My hands curl into fists and my nails dig into my palms so hard I know there will be indents left in their wake.
“Get fucking there,” he commands with a loud smack on my behind which bounces off the walls of the quiet room. “Do what you have to do to make that slick cunt come all over my cock.” One hand reaches around me, and with one swipe over my clit I cry out and my orgasm takes me over. “There it is. Thank fuck.” He lets out a guttural groan and I feel him expand inside of me and then what I assume to be ropes of cum shooting inside. I gasp as my own orgasm begins and makes me feel like I’m floating. I’m light headed, my legs are weak, and I feel like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. The space between my legs hums with pleasure as I come down from the high of my orgasm and when I squeeze the last bit out of James’ cock, he lowers himself onto my back. He doesn’t put all his weight there but enough that he pushes my hair to the side and presses a kiss to my neck before peppering multiple kisses across my shoulders.
“I’ll never have my fill of you.” His words cut through the silence as he slips out of me. “This. Us. It’s going to be a long fucking road, Gab. But I’m not giving you up ever.”
“You and me,” I murmur.
“Forever,” he replies.
We spend the rest of the night in his bed making up for the past four days. He spends most of that time with his head between my thighs, and it isn’t until around three in the morning that we finally drift off to sleep, both of us sated and happy to be going into the New Year together.
So, you know that saying that nothing good lasts forever? I hate that saying. Why is that anyway? Why do good things have to come to an end?
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep up this relationship with James forever without anyone finding out, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to have to deal with that now. James and I hadn’t talked about how we were going to broach this subject with anyone but we certainly wanted it to be on our own term
s and not because our sister walked in on us.
It barely even registered that Monica was in James’ living room as I rode him very fucking hard on the same couch he took me against last night, until she was screaming and shielding her eyes.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” she shrieks behind closed eyes. “I KNEW IT. OH MY GOD, JAMES! GAB!”
“What the fuck, Monica!?” he growls as I scramble off of him. He pulls his boxers and sweatpants on and I slide his t-shirt on over my bare chest. I’m sliding my panties back up my legs when she opens one eye and peeks at us through her hands.
Her eyes are wide and unblinking and no one says anything for several moments. “I…need a drink,” she says as she crosses the room to his bar cart in the corner of the living room.
“What the fuck are you doing here and without knocking, mind you? Do I just walk the fuck into your house in Boston? No, because I don’t fucking live there!” he yells at her as she takes a shot of Jameson and another and another. He spins her around to face him and I can see the look of anger all over his face. “ANSWER ME! What are you doing here?!” His voice is angry and I’m sure it’s in part because he was close to coming when she walked in and started screaming.
“You’re… You…” She points at us. “HOW!? When!? WHY!?”
“One question at a time, Monica.” I wince, trying my best to calm her before she works herself up even more. Her chest is heaving and her cheeks are flushed and if I’m not mistaken, I see a brief trace of sadness in her expression.
“Questions we aren’t answering until you answer mine. What,” he says through gritted teeth, “are you doing here?”
She blinks several times and runs a hand through her hair. “How long has this been going on?”
“Again. My question first.” James demands. “How did you even get a key?”
“I took the spare one from home, James…you and you!” she says looking at me. “You two were so secretive all week. You were practically attached at the hip. Where you went” she says pointing at me, “your eyes followed her. Like you were afraid she was going to disappear.” She lets out a breath and unwraps her scarf from around her neck and tosses it on a nearby chair. “I thought something was going on…”
Were we that obvious? James and I share a look wondering the same thing so I speak up and ask. “Have you discussed this with Mom and Dad? I mean…do you think they have the same theory?”
“No, I don’t think our parents think their children are banging each other. How… When did this start?”
“Last week.” I answer. “So, what, you came here to try and catch us or something?”
“I wanted to know what was going on.”
“It wasn’t your business, Monica,” James snaps. “When we were ready to tell you, we were going to, but this is just an invasion of our privacy.”
“YOU’RE SIBLINGS, you shouldn’t need this level of privacy!” she shrieks as she begins to pace back and forth in front of us.
“And that judgmental attitude is exactly why we hadn’t told you yet,” James retorts.
“You think I’m being judgmental? I’m the least of your worries and you know it. You’re siblings; fuck the whole biological thing. Who cares that you’re not blood related? You’re siblings!” She throws her hand in the air in exasperation before letting them drop.
“I’m fully aware,” he snaps.
“And this isn’t some siblings that are close in age messing around to learn what it’s like.” She points at James. “You know better.”
“It sounds like you think that he took advantage of me, Monica. It’s not like that,” I interject. The last thing I want is for people to think he groomed me or hurt me or touched me first. Or before I was legal. I initiated this. I wanted it. Needed it. And maybe he needed it too, but I made the first move.
“Oh? Then what’s it like because I know you were a virgin until whenever you all took this step.” She rolls her eyes and I take that to mean she doesn’t believe this has only been going on for a week.
“I’m in love with him,” I tell her honestly. “I’ve been in love with him for years. I made the first move.”
“Oh, I knew about your infatuation, Gab. You wore it on your face, but I certainly didn’t see this for your future. You guys are going to destroy this family if you think this can be a long term thing. You think Mom and Dad will be as calm as I am discussing this with you? Dad is going to kick your ass,” she tells James. “Gab is his little Princess, even more so than me.”
“No one loves her more than I do.” The gruff tone of his voice lets me know that his patience is wearing thin with Monica.
“This is so classic you, James. You always have to fuck everything up just like when we were kids.” She shakes her head and my heart hurts hearing such harsh words spoken against the man I love. I think about rebutting her comment but his hand squeezes mine and I take it to mean that he’s not taking her comment to heart. “This is not okay.” She looks at me. “You have to see how wrong this is.”
“I love him, Monica.” The tears form in my eyes as I think about potentially losing my best friend over this. “He didn’t fuck anything up,” I tell her, wanting her to know that her comment couldn’t be more off base. “Please don’t hate us.”
Her face falls and I can see the hurt in her hazel eyes. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate either of you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not totally shocked, a little freaked out, and more than a little traumatized from walking in on my older brother fucking the life out of my baby sister.”
“Again, knock next time,” James grunts as he pours a shot and downs it. “Look Monica, I’m not going to apologize for this. I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did. Trust me, you walking in on us isn’t exactly high on my favorite times either. But I’m not going to apologize for giving into my heart and my head and—”
“Your dick?” Monica interrupts.
“Yeah, Monica, we’re really in this situation because I wanted to get my dick wet.” He stares at her. “I am in love with her.”
“I just don’t understand how this happened! You were thirteen when Mom and Dad brought her home. You watched her grow up. You loved her like an older brother. Her protector. A man always in her corner. What happens when this ends? How do you go back to being siblings after being lovers? This is why family members shouldn’t engage in this type of relationship. Aside from the fact that it’s illegal and immoral and just…wrong! It makes things messy as fuck when things end. You’ll never be the same and it’s going to change everything!”
Her words ring in my ears and I find myself getting dizzy at the idea that James and I wouldn’t be the same after this. “It’s not.” His voice cuts through my thoughts and my eyes shoot to his. “It’s not going to end. I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t think Gabrielle was my endgame. My soulmate. She’s everything to me.”
I slide my hand into his and lace our fingers, a movement that drags Monica’s eyes to where our hands are joined. “Guys—”
“Monica, I know this is a lot to take in, but…it’s just the way it is. You can kick and scream and warn us about all the issues that will arise from this but I’m not giving him up. I’ll take whatever problems come up in stride. James is…” I bite my bottom lip. “I’m in love with him and I know people will think it’s sick and wrong and dirty, but I don’t care. Because they don’t feel what I feel. They don’t know how physically painful it’s been being in love with someone I thought I could never have. I can’t spend my life living for other people. I want to live for me.”
“Maybe you don’t care what other people think but what about our people? What about Mom and Dad and your friends and people that only know you two as siblings? How is that going to work when you want to get married or have a baby?”
“I don’t know, Monica. You’re asking us a list of questions we haven’t thought about. We’re taking it day by day. We weren’t anticipating having to explain this to anyone a week into o
ur relationship.”
“Relationship?” Monica repeats.
“Yes, Monica. A relationship. Or are you still not getting what I’m saying? Gabrielle. Is. Mine.” A smile pulls at my lips hearing his absolute possession of me. “Every part of her belongs to me and I am not giving her up for anyone. Not you, not our parents, not anyone. If anyone has a problem with it, and I’m sure there will be, I’ll fucking deal with it as it comes. But I’m not giving away my chance to be happy because people may find fault with it. We can just move and you’ll never see us again. I’m sure that will go over really well with our mother that is so desperate for grandchildren she can’t see straight.”
“I don’t think she’s desperate for her son and daughter to have her grandchildren together.”
James lets out an exasperated breath. “Mon, I’m not going back and forth with you about this. It is what it is. Deal with it or don’t, but the Q and A is over.” He pulls my hand to his lips. “I know how this looks and I know it’s a lot to take in, but how do you think we’re feeling?” Tears prickle in my eyes and goosebumps rise all over my skin. “I’ll take care of Gabrielle, Monica. You know that.”
“Of course, I do,” Monica whispers as tears form in her eyes. “And if you two were any other people in my life, I’d believe that this is real. I’d be your biggest cheerleaders. I’ve seen how you two look at each other when you don’t think anyone’s looking. I’ve seen the lingering hugs and the times Gabrielle would feel so comfortable sitting in your lap over this past year. I’ve heard you tell her you love her when you get off the phone when that’s never been something you and I did. I always knew your bond with her was different, but I guess even if you guys did have feelings for each other, I never expected you’d cross that line…to this magnitude.” She lets out a breath. “Look, it’s your life and I can’t control it any more than I can control the weather but I’m hoping that if you go down this road…you’re prepared for all the bumps that’ll come along the way. If you’re going to do this, you both need to be all in.”