Hale

by K. Webster

  The burn on my ribs from my new tattoo isn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected. His handwriting is permanently etched on my flesh and it’s beautiful. I can’t wait until I can take the bandages off to properly look at it. The fact he has a matching one makes my heart sing.

  We can’t have that. Sex. The final step in uniting two people who are in love.

  But we can have this.

  Us.

  Three quarters of a whole, but still more satisfying and fulfilling than anything I could ever hope to have. Kisses and touches and love in secret, even without consummating said love with the act of sex, are enough. More than I could have ever dreamed of having months ago.

  I pull on the worn T-shirt and messily tie my hair up in a top bun. When I come out of the bathroom, Hudson’s giant body is sprawled out on my bed. He’s wearing a pair of old sweatpants that sit low on his hips, accentuating the way his lower abdomen muscles veer down into a perfect V shape. Because he works out so much for baseball, his stomach seems to be carved from stone. Perfect and tanned. His pecs are sculpted and it makes me thirsty for a lick of his nipples too. Between his pecs is a smattering of dark hair that’s slightly darker than what’s on his head and matches perfectly with the trail that starts below his naval and dips under the waistband of his sweats. The bandage on his side makes my heart patter in my chest.

  He’s mine.

  Secretly so.

  Still mine.

  “Kill the lights and get in bed,” he instructs, like the bossy big brother I know and love.

  I roll my eyes, but a smile tilts my lips up. It’s not necessary since we’re alone, but I’m desperate to keep our secret just that, so I close the bedroom door and lock it before turning off the lights. By the time I slide into bed, he’s started a movie. As though my body was made to mold to his, I curl up against him and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. Cuddling with him relaxes me.

  “What’s this?” he teases as he tugs at the hem of my shirt. “I threw this out years ago.”

  “I wanted it.”

  He chuckles. “Looks better on you anyway.” His fingers drag the material up over my hips and expose my panties to him, but he doesn’t look. “Watch the movie, Rylie.”

  “Stop distracting me then,” I grumble, my palm rubbing against his washboard abs. The movie is the last thing on my mind. In fact, I haven’t even looked at the television because I’m fascinated by the way his cock hardens in his sweats, tenting the fabric, just from my touching his stomach.

  “Watch the movie,” he hisses when my hand slides lower.

  “I’d rather watch you.”

  My palm pushes beneath his waistband and I grip his thickness. It’s hot and jolts in my hand, making me smile. “This is okay,” I tell him, “because it isn’t that.”

  His breath hitches. “This feels good, baby.”

  “Pull your pants down and let me see it,” I breathe.

  I expect him to argue, but he uses one hand to jerk them down, freeing him to me. My hand seems small wrapped around his large girth. I’ve watched enough porn to know Hudson is well-endowed in the lower region. Not only is his cock incredibly thick, but he’s long too. I’m jealous that Amy had him before. And the girl he let suck him off when he cheated on her.

  “I don’t want you to be with any other girls,” I tell him, the jealousy making the words come out bitter. I don’t stop my stroking. I’m eager to make him feel good.

  “I don’t want to be with any other girls, Ry. I want to be with you.”

  I can’t help myself, so I probe further. “You wanted to be with Amy at one time.”

  He reaches over and cups my cheek, turning my head to look at him. Green eyes bore into mine. “The way I wanted Amy doesn’t even compare to the way my soul fucking needs you. Do you understand that? She was teenage infatuation I thought I had to follow through with. Mom knew what she was talking about there. But you? I need you more and more each second. Thinking of that motherfucker, Travis, even looking at you makes me want to kill him. The idea of you having sex with anyone makes me blind with rage. It’s not fucking fair.”

  He kisses me hard as his palms find my hips. I’m dragged across his waist so I’m straddling him. I moan when he squeezes my ass with both hands. “I changed my mind,” he says, chuckling against my lips. “I don’t like this shirt.”

  I giggle when he practically rips it off me. Once he tosses it away, he cups both of my breasts. His cock jolts between us. It’s mashed against his stomach. Rocking my hips, I rub against his length. My panties are soaked and I wonder if he can feel it.

  “We could,” I whisper.

  “We won’t,” he growls. “Rylie, I’m serious. I’ll never be able to fuck you. This will have to be enough for us. If we did and anyone found out, we’d be torn apart. For years and years. Who knows how long.” He pinches my nipples and tugs them. “I can’t lose you. You’re the only family I have left that I give a damn about. We have to be smart or it’ll all be taken away.”

  “I will never tell a soul. Even if they tried to torture the truth from me,” I vow.

  “Same, heathen. I will lie until the day I die.”

  “If all I can have is this—a tiny piece of fabric separating me from how I fully want you—then that’s what I’ll take.”

  He grins at me. “It’ll be enough. Most people in this life strive for this and never come close to the feelings we have. I was in a serious relationship. Sex was involved, but it paled in comparison. Not having sex with you but still having you like this is more than I could have ever hoped for.”

  His palms slide down to my waist and then he uses his thumbs to drag my panties toward the crack of my ass, giving me a royal wedgie.

  “Hey,” I grumble.

  He laughs. “Trust me. You trust me, right?”

  “You know I do.”

  “This will be as close as I can get us,” he murmurs, his voice husky. He moves his hands to my front. Gently, he pulls my panties between my outer pussy lips. Then, he grabs my hips and guides me to rub against his cock. My sensitive skin slides along his and I can feel him like I’ve desperately wanted to.

  “Oh,” I whisper. “I like this.”

  “Your panties are so wet. Your cunt is so smooth. I thought you couldn’t shave.” His fingers dig into my hips and I know I’ll bruise. I like the idea of him marking me.

  “She monitors it by sitting in the bathroom while I shower, but at least I can shave,” I explain, my voice shaking with need.

  “You feel good, Rylie. Come here.”

  Leaning forward, I kiss his full lips. I control our kiss while he manages the way our bodies rub together. My clit may be hidden behind my panties, but he thrusts against it in a way that has me seeing stars.

  “I could come just like this,” I breathe.

  He bites my lip and tugs. “In another world, I’d push my cock inside your tiny cunt. I’d ruin you for any other man.”

  “You already have.”

  “I bet your pussy would cream all over my cock as I stretched you to the point of pain. You’re so little that I’d bruise your insides, baby. I’d fucking hurt you.”

  “I want you to hurt me,” I moan. “Please.”

  “Don’t beg for shit I can’t deliver, heathen. It’s too goddamned tempting.”

  “I’d go to prison for you,” I tell him stubbornly.

  “I’d die before I let that happen.”

  “Your finger isn’t against the law, is it?” I ask.

  He groans. “Rylie.”

  “It’s just a finger. Nobody has to know.”

  I expect him to deny me, but he slips a finger past my panties that are bunched between my pussy lips and prods the sensitive flesh.

  “There,” I breathe. “Right there.”

  Gently, he urges a finger inside of me like I’ve done many times before. My fantasies could never compare to the reality of it. The way he expertly knows how to move inside me. It took me years to discover w
hat felt good and it’s as though he was born knowing how to do it.

  “Hudson,” I beg. “Please.”

  “What are you begging for?”

  “More.”

  “You can’t have my fat cock, but I’ll fill you up.” He pushes another finger inside me. It hurts, but it also feels good. When he curls them and starts rubbing a sensitive spot within me, I cry out in pleasure. “That’s it, heathen. I’m going to make you come by touching you right there.” He emphasizes his point by pressing against me there. I jolt and squirm. His hand that’s still on my hip tightens to keep me still as he continues his ministrations inside me. “Ride my hand, baby.”

  Shamelessly, I rock against his hand, working with him to bring me to unknown pleasure. As I begin to lose control, I grow needy and desperate. I want it all. I want everything. I want him, consequences be damned. Those thoughts throw me over the edge and I scream out his name as my orgasm bursts through me. I feel too full with his fingers inside me. He never stops his rubbing, even as I climax, and it seems to draw it out longer than ever before. All I can do is tremble violently.

  “Show me what I can’t have,” he barks, his voice raspy with desire.

  I lift on my knees despite how shaky I am as he slides his fingers from me. He pulls my panties to the side and stares at my pussy as though it holds life’s answers for him. His tongue darts out and he licks his bottom lip.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he praises. “I want to stretch this little pussy wide-open with my cock, baby. I want to fill you up with so much cum it would drip out of you for days.”

  “So do it,” I beg.

  His jaw clenches, but he does no more than admire what he thinks he can’t have. I grip his big dick and slide it against my opening that drips with my orgasm. The tip of his dick presses into me, but he’s too big. I stare at him helplessly.

  “Rylie,” he bites out, his face contorted in rage.

  “Hudson, please,” I choke out.

  “We can’t…”

  Time seems to stop. He’s not fighting me as I clumsily try to get him deeper inside me. I fail miserably.

  “I want us to have this,” I cry out in exasperation. “But…it won’t fit…”

  His eyes flicker with madness and fire. He loses control. “It’ll fit, goddammit.” With those words, he grips my hips and pushes me down along his shaft at the same time he thrusts his hips up hard.

  I scream because it’s painful and feels as though he’s ripping me in two, but the scream is also a battle cry. We’ve finally won this war. I’m useless, but he doesn’t seem deterred. With ease, he rolls us on the bed so he’s on top. His hips thunder against me again, sending more exploding pain rippling through me. Tears leak from my eyes, but I’m happy. So damn happy. He’s lost to the sickness. His teeth bite my throat almost painfully as he fucks me. Between his bites, he’s sucking the flesh and touching me everywhere he can get his hands. All I can do is claw at him and beg for him to never let me go.

  He doesn’t let go.

  If anything, he holds me tighter.

  A guttural sound rips from him and then he’s coming. His heat floods inside me, burning me from the inside out. It seals and binds us. We’re one now, I can feel it. The moment his cock stops twitching, he collapses on me, crushing me to the mattress. His strong arms slide beneath me and he hugs me hard enough that it feels like he might break me.

  “What have we done?” he whispers.

  I drag my fingertips across his muscled back and kiss his hair. “We found a cure. We’re not sick anymore,” I tell him. “Don’t you feel it?”

  He lifts up and regards me with manic eyes. “We’re not sick.”

  “Not sick,” I agree.

  His body relaxes and it makes his softened cock slide out of my sore body. Cum gushes out of me and slides down my crack. “Nobody has to know.”

  “Only us.”

  He smiles and kisses my mouth. “Only us.”

  Hudson

  I wake to the sound of thunder. It takes me a moment to realize I’m not dreaming. Last night, I fucked my sister. And I’ve never been happier. Regret isn’t a feeling that takes space in my mind. Fear, however, does. If anyone ever finds out…

  I’m not sure I can live with what would happen to her. I can take care of myself, but with Rylie, she doesn’t deserve anything bad to come her way. Her naked, spent body is sprawled out beside me. At some point in the middle of the night, she rolled onto her stomach and looks so damn cute as she sleeps. The room remains fairly dark, but I can make out her features easily enough. Dark lashes fan down over her high cheekbones. I can’t see her freckles on her nose in the dim light, but I know they’re there. What I become fixated on, though, are her lips. Pink and plump and perfect.

  My cock is erect and ready to play, but I’m not sure how she’ll feel this morning. Maybe she’ll have regrets. If she does, I’ll respect that. I love her and don’t want her to feel as though she’s made a mistake. It feels anything but a mistake for me. It feels like I finally did something right and for me. No more pleasing parents or coaches or teammates or girlfriends I didn’t love. Having Rylie is pure selfishness. I’ve given in to the thing I want most in the world.

  And it feels fucking amazing.

  I roll her over onto her back and kiss her bare breasts. It starts out innocent enough, but then I’m sucking and biting. Her moans and sharp breaths indicate she’s woken up. When her fingers thread into my hair, it’s the only encouragement I need. I make it my sole purpose to put as many love bites on her flesh as I can.

  “I thought maybe you’d wake up and regret last night,” she says, her voice husky from sleep.

  I release her skin from my teeth and frown. “Do you regret last night?”

  “Hell no.”

  “I don’t either. I want more.” I kiss down her stomach to her navel. “I told you that if I ever had you, I’d become crazed. I warned you, Rylie.”

  She chuckles. “About time you got down to my level.”

  I nip at her skin and she gasps. Pushing apart her thighs, I open her cunt up to me. Even in the dim lighting, I can tell it’s still red from taking a beating last night. She lets out a moan when I kiss her clit. Her scent is one that gets burned into my memory. I want to imbed it in my brain so I never forget.

  “Are you sore?” I ask before running my tongue along her slit.

  She jerks on the bed. “Y-Yes.”

  “Want me to stop?”

  “Never.”

  Using my thumbs, I pull her pussy lips apart, exposing her tender pink hidden flesh. Fucking beautiful. I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue until she’s writhing and yanking at my hair. When I suck on her clit, her knees try to come together, but I push her back apart as I ravish her cunt.

  “Oh God,” she cries out. Her body jolts and spasms as I draw out an orgasm from her simply using my tongue. “I need you.”

  I kiss my way up her body and latch my teeth on her neck. I give her a painful tug before I pull away. “Your little cunt is too sore.”

  She huffs. “I don’t care. I want you, Huds. You’re going to leave Monday and I’m greedy for every second with you.”

  I rub my dick against her clit. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Gripping my cock, I tease her slippery opening before pushing gently into her. She grits her teeth but doesn’t make a sound of protest as I slide all the way into her. Her body is so fucking tight. I already have the urge to come and I’m barely inside her. Bare.

  “Last night we were reckless. I should grab a condom.” But I’m not thinking clearly because I make no moves to get up. I slide slowly in and out of her.

  “I like feeling all of you.”

  My dick twitches at her words. “You could get pregnant, Rylie.”

  A sweet smile tugs at her lips. “Would that be so bad?”

  Images of her stomach swollen with our baby—another Hale in this lonely world—is enough to have me no longer going
slow. I thrust raggedly, desperate to fill her up. It’s probably the worst possible thing that could happen and yet I can’t talk myself out of the idea of wanting it. I come with a groan, my cum jetting deep inside my sister.

  Careless.

  Reckless.

  Fucking stupid.

  And yet I’m so damn happy.

  I slide out of her. My cum leaks from her cunt. Cum that belongs right where I left it. Using my fingers, I collect what’s running out and drag it back up. I push it pack into her pussy that’s even redder now that I’ve fucked it raw.

  “It was Travis,” she breathes. “I fucked Travis. But he broke up with me.”

  I glower at her. “What?”

  “No one will ever know.” Her smile is wicked.

  My heart rate slows once I realize what she means. She’ll lie to protect me. To protect us.

  “I love you, heathen.”

  She laughs and it’s beautiful. My sister has struggled with her depression her entire life. And during a time when she should be suffering the most, on the heels of our parents’ deaths, she’s thriving. Because of me. Because of what we’ve become. She was right.

  Our love, no matter how sick it seems to others, is a cure.

  The rain is relentless, but after a shower this morning—where I fucked my sister against the tile wall—we both agreed to visit our parents’ gravesite. I hold the umbrella over her while Rylie squats to place a single yellow rose on each of their headstones. Once she’s satisfied, she stands and hugs my middle. The rain patters against the umbrella and soaks through our jeans as it comes down almost sideways. It’s chilly and ridiculous to be out here, but we are. And neither of us is in a hurry to leave.

  “Their deaths brought us together,” she says. “I mean, I was always sick and wishing you were mine. But you? I don’t think you would have come to me had they not died.”

  I scowl and hug her to me. I’d like to think I would have eventually come around to her, but deep down I know the truth. I would have done what was expected, marrying Amy and staying with her out of guilt.