by Parker Ford
“Oh, come on,” he said. “You have to eat. You’re almost see-through. At least have a biscuit. They make the best biscuits. Tell her, Kathy.”
Kathy, grinned, apparently very pleased to have someone invite her into a conversation. “It’s true. Homemade. No frozen biscuits here. Put some butter and jam or honey on them and…” She rolled her eyes.
Jordan laughed. “Well, how do I turn down a glowing endorsement like that? Give me a biscuit.”
“Have two,” Tom whispered, winking. “You won’t’ be sorry.”
“He’s right,” Kathy said. “The first one goes down easy.”
“Make it two, then,” Jordan said.
“Good choice!” Tom said.
Kathy sauntered off and Jordan blew out a sigh. “Boy, y’all ganged up on me.”
“Sorry, but you should eat. Listen to me bossing you around. Sorry. You’re a grown woman.” He sipped his coffee, his gaze darting over her again and again. Jordan felt the same. She just kept looking at this man. It all felt so surreal.
“You were saying, your dad said some stuff that didn’t make sense…”
“Right. And at one point, he said “Jordan’s father” to my brother. So we really started poking around. We called my mother’s first husband but that was a dead end. When I spoke to him, he remembered you and suggested…” She shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”
“It was.”
“I can tell you that your mother and I were intimate.” He looked down, blushing slightly. Just like her. Jordan had to suppress a laugh that this huge, open, friendly man would blush at the word ‘intimate’. It was sweet.
“But you were unaware if—“
He shrugged. “If she got pregnant, she never told me. I certainly would have stepped up had I known. I loved your mom very much.”
“Did she love you?”
“I thought she did. But she said she’d gotten out of one marriage and wasn’t ready for another.” He shrugged again and Kathy delivered their food.
“That was fast,” Jordan said.
“Working man’s restaurant,” Kathy said. “Fast keeps us in business.” She put some butter, honey and jam on the table and then to Jordan, “Eat up. He’s right, kid. You’re too skinny.”
“So she didn’t want anything serious, is what happened?” Jordan moaned when she bit into the biscuit.
Tom pointed and said, “I told you. Best in town. And yes, I wanted more. She didn’t. Sounds like she ended up getting married again anyway.”
“She did. But I don’t think she planned on it. They always told me and Gareth that it was love at first sight. Kismet.”
“So then what? They decided that they’d tell you that you were siblings?”
She nodded, eating the rest of that half of biscuit. She loaded up the other. “We assume so. There’s a year and few months between us and we think they just figured it was easier. I think they wanted a fresh start and together they had an instant family. I don’t know about Gareth’s mom. If he’s looked into it, he hasn’t told me about it. Knowing him he doesn’t care.”
“Sounds like legal brother or not, you’re lucky to have him.”
“I am.”
“It’s clear you love him very much.”
She swallowed hard around the fluffy buttery biscuit that was suddenly too dry. “I do.”
He nodded. “Well, it’s pretty darn obvious to me. Not many folks have our hair. It’s Nordic, I think someone told me once. And usually this color blond comes out of a bottle. On top of that your eyes are like looking in a mirror. And your smile. And your build. You look very much like my sister, Elise. But I’m willing to do a DNA test so you can have your concrete closure.”
She was overwhelmed with gratitude. Unexpectedly. It swelled up in her until her chest ached and her eyes prickled hot with tears.
“Thank you.”
“And I know you’ve had a ton of change in your life lately…”
Death, returning home, sex games with my brother…
She had to suppress another burble of laughter, but this time it was the stressed out hysterical kind. “Some.”
“But when things calm down, if this test shows what I’m ninety-nine percent sure it will…I would like to be a part of your life. I didn’t know about you until now, but I’d like to be around you sometimes if I can.”
Another huge burst of emotion and she started to cry.
“I’m sorry, Jordan,” he said. “I didn’t mean to—”
“No. Good tears,” she said. “Good ones.”
He didn’t look convinced. Tom’s face was a mask of concern.
“Hey, if you’re going to have a daughter, you need to get used to emotional moments and the occasional rush of water works.”
Tom patted her hand. “I can do that.”
She ended up finishing the biscuit, content to chat with the man who might be her dad. It distracted her from thinking about the news she had to share with Gareth. And what her possible reward might be. And what she hoped it would be.
Chapter Twelve
He pulled her in from behind the front door. She hadn’t seen it coming. His big tan arm snaking out to snatch her around the waist and draw her back. Pulling her hard against him so she felt the rigid length of his erection press to her bottom.
Jordan let out a sigh that shivered just like her insides.
“What’s the story, morning glory?” he whispered in her ear. Nuzzling her hair, her neck.
Jordan felt the fine hairs all over her prickle. It was the same sensation she got right before a violent summer storm. Her nipples grew hard and peaked in sympathy. Her pussy rippled—wet and ready—hoping to be filled.
By him.
“What did Mr. Sweet say?” Gareth cupped her breasts in his warm hands. The sensation radiated over her skin. Invisible waves that made it hard for Jordan to think of anything else but him. But him finally…finally fucking her.
“He said he loved mom. And he said…”
He was spinning her, kissing her. When they were face to face she let out a shuddering breath and Gareth’s exhalation echoed hers. His fingers tangling in the fine hairs over her ears, his mouth a rough insistent reminder of every single dirty thought she’d ever had about her brother. Every filthy dream. Every forbidden daydream. Every fantasy that had gotten her off late at night when it was okay to think the things you weren’t allowed to think during daylight hours.
His pelvis pressed to hers, his cock nudging the split of her sex through her jeans.
“He said what?” He nibbled along her throat, pinching her nipples through her top.
Jordan felt the free-fall in her gut. Felt that rush and tingle like she was slipping through air.
“He said it was like looking in a mirror.”
His fingers shoved up under her shirt, sliding it high along her body, exposing her pink bra. “Was it?”
Gareth froze, his hands on the lacy cups of her undergarment. He swept his thumbs back and forth, back and forth over the hard points of her nipples, making it hard for her to think. Hard for her to breathe.
“It was.”
“Do you think he’s your dad?”
She nodded, her voice fleeing when he slowly peeled the lacy bits back and the cool air kissed her bare breasts–they felt hot and swollen and achy with need. Her pussy echoed the urgent desire that was currently flooding her system.
“What if he’s not? What if we’re wrong?” he whispered.
Gareth bent his head and sucked her nipple into the heated velvet of his mouth. He sucked so that she felt a sizzling tug in her pussy and when he moved to the other nipple and sucked even harder, she gasped.
“I don’t know.”
Gareth popped her button and pulled down her zipper. Burrowing his hand into her underwear and touching her clit with a single fingertip.
“Do you want to wait? Just in case we’re wrong?” he murmured.
He slid a thick finger into her cunt and all of her gripped up around him. The
wet greedy clench of her sex made her knees weak.
“No.”
Off came her blouse and off came her bra. Gareth pushed her to the wall after kicking the door shut. “No?”
He tugged her jeans and she wiggled her hips to help him.
“But you could be fucking your brother,” he went on, placing a hot kiss on her jutting hipbone before helping her out of her boots and getting her jeans all the way off.
“You’ll always be my brother on some level,” she whispered because it was true. Jordan pushed her fingers into his wheat colored hair and tugged just enough.
He growled. “So I’ll always be fucking my sister to some degree?”
Green eyes looked up and saw every dirty secret she’d ever had. He knew. He knew that she had fantasized about this forever and a day. Ever since she’s seen him the first time. She’d always wanted to be the girl he’d been doing those things to. Deep down. In the secret part of herself.
“Yes.”
The one word was like a lock in a key. He pushed the heat of his mouth to her pussy and sucked. Her entire mound flooded with heat and he sucked again. The hard line of his upper teeth reminding her that he could bite should he choose to. That he could hurt or pleasure or best scenario yet, do both.
Gareth held her hips firmly in his hands, trapping her and drawing her closer. Finally, finally, when she thought she’d weep with frustration, his tongue fond her. Taking one teasing swipe at her clit at first. A slow gentle drag that had her fighting the urge to actually yank his hair and hurt him. To make him do what she needed.
But that wouldn’t work and she knew it.
His big hands pressed her hips back to the wall. She felt her ass kiss the cool plaster and her shoulders followed suit. “Spread your legs.”
Even as he said it, he spread them for her and that sent another marching band of goose bumps across her skin.
His mouth was hot and hard and perfect on her clit. His tongue a rigid invader into her wet slit before returning, gentling itself, along the swollen nub of her clitoris. When he started to suck that bit of flesh hard enough to make small spots blossom in her field of vision she surrendered.
She let herself come.
It meant that first sweet orgasm of this first forbidden encounter was done and gone but she enjoyed every flicker and spasm that wracked her body.
“Good girl,” he said.
She almost laughed but he was tugging her down slowly. Her back sliding along the green wall so that it hissed like some small living thing. She hit the ground with a muted thump and he pushed her back, her ponytail fanning out over the Welcome mat at the front door.
“Take your hair down. I like it loose. I used to fantasize about wrapping it around my hand and using it to control you while I fucked you from behind. Doggie style,” he rasped. When he kissed the flat of her belly the muscles bucked at the feathery touch.
The words alone had her internal muscles clutching. When he kissed her shoulder and plunged a thick cluster of fingers into her pussy, she came again. A small but intense release that left her shaking like she’d been crying.
She felt like crying. But not because she was sad. She was overwhelmed and thrilled and pleasured and it was all too good for her to comprehend.
“Surprise, surprise, little sister.”
He kissed her lips and it was the sweetest kiss. Gareth’s tongue touched hers and pushed deeper into the wetness of her mouth. She tasted her own musky sweet scent on his lips and it made the kiss that much better.
When he started to tug at his jeans her hands joined in, clashing with his but trying to help. To speed it up.
“Let me do it. You’re trembling.”
When she didn’t listen immediately his voice grew darker and he said, “Put your hands down, Jordan.”
Jordan obeyed and he made a satisfied sound in his chest. His jeans were gone in one fast move, his boxer briefs too. Gareth stood over her, unbuttoning in his checkered shirt, pulling off his tee. Jordan’s eyes were everywhere on him. His bright gaze, his stubbled jaw, the hunk of hair that hung in his eyes that she itched to push away. She let herself take in the rough cut six pack of his abs—working outside was his gym he always joked. His lean hips and strong legs and the substantial jut of his cock.
She said it before she even registered the though. “Please.”
Gareth knelt over her, his knees on either side of her hips, the warm flesh of his cock pressing against her belly. “Please what, Jojo?”
“Let me.” She put her hands on his ass, gently trying to nudge him up her body. So that he straddled her chest instead. So she could reach him, get him in her mouth. It was an undeniable urge now that they were naked.
“Let you what, Jordan?” He gave her a half smile. She knew that he knew damn well wheat she wanted.
But he wanted her to say it.
Her face flushed with heat and she whispered, “You know. Just let me. Please Gareth.”
How many? How many dirty dream had she had of sucking him off. Of his cock jerking in her mouth as he came. Of the briny ocean taste of his semen on her tongue, sticky on her lips? So many that now it was staggering…so close. She was so close.
“Do you want to suck my dick, little sister?”
He’d moved up just a bit. His knees on either side of her elbows. When he leaned just so his cock pressed thick and silken between her breasts.
“Yes.” She forced herself to be brave. To say the word with strength.
“Then say it.”
He touched her nipple with the tip of his cock and she saw the small clear drop of pre-cum there. It would tasty salty but a little sweet. The flared head of his erection would be rose petal soft on her bottom lip. She would rub it back and forth along her mouth of a minute before taking it in. She would…
“Say it,” he said again, running himself over the swell of her breast.
“I want to suck…you.”
“My what?”
She was mortified but so turned on. Jordan felt a hot rush of fluid between her legs, the wetness already gracing the very tops of her thighs. How long had it been since she’d gotten so wet? Had she ever been this wet?
“I want to suck your…cock.” She looked away the moment she said it. Her face was literally burning, her stomach a knot of anxiety.
“Good girl.” That was all he said before moving up and putting him in her mouth. His hand slid beneath her head and angled her just a touch. “Suck my cock, little sister,’ he said.
It was so raunchy. So horribly horribly perfect. The tone of his voice, the raw emotion on his face, the nearly reverent tone in his voice. The words were beyond dirty but his voice was all about love.
She kissed him chastely to start. A simple kiss dropped on the helmet of his erection. His eyes slammed shut and she could feel the tremble in his body as he cradled her head in his hand.
She let herself have that moment of running the smooth head of his cock over her bottom lip. She licked him quickly, just to capture that drop of fluid, and he hissed. When his eyes met hers and seemed to urge her on, she sucked the tip of him in and licked in a lazy swirl.
“You’re killing me, you know? I don’t want to come.”
“Then don’t, “ she said, before taking him as best she could at that angle.
A chuckle burst out of him at her response.
She could get much of him and he let her head down gently, moving himself up a bit more so he could literally fuck her face. Angling his narrow hips to plunge his cock into her mouth. His force was restrained, allowing her to control how deep he went. But now that he was over her and the smell of him was in her head and his flesh was buried in her throat, she wanted as much of him as she could get.
Jordan cupped his ass in her hands and tried to drive him deeper. Her breath tore in and out of her nose, the smell of him invading every part of her. Spice and heat and leather and some innate Gareth smell that couldn’t be named.
“Easy, Jojo,” he said,
his voice tense.
When she trailed a fingernail along the crack of his ass, he pulled free of her with a grunt.
“What?”
“Not that way. Not now. I want to be in you. I need a moment. You’re…evil.” He grinned.
Jordan parted her legs, letting him see. Letting him look at exactly what he did to her. “I need you, Gar.”
Her voice wavered when she said it, her throat itchy like she was about to cry.
“Fuck.” He said it like a plea to heaven.
“Yes, please.”
She touched his hand and he bent over her, moving between her thighs. Not entering her, but letting the ridge of his hard-on press her clit. His kiss was soft at first. And she melted into it.
This was really going to happen.
Chapter Thirteen
When he slid into her, one easy slow thrust, she felt that catch in her throat. Her eyes threatened to spill over but she swallowed hard to stave it off.
Gareth caught her look and kissed one eyelid and then the other as he started to thrust—slow and controlled and so, so good.
Jordan wrapped her legs around his waist, held his shoulders in her hands and felt the heat of his blood and muscle and skin.
“Don’t cry, Jojo. I love you.”
It was all mixed up together. That love you. They’d loved each other forever, but this was different. And him being him being inside of her, moving over her, kissing her…it made the reality of it huge and looming.
“Gareth,” she said and kissed him because there was too much behind that word to say. She simply didn’t have the words.
Her tongue touched his as he drove deeper, his cock nudging all the places in her that needed the pressure the most. The base of his cock banged her clit over and over so that her pulse filled her neck and her ears. Her fingers tingled and her skin—oh her skin, felt so tight and too small, like she might burst right out of herself soon.
“I’m not going to last long.” His lips were pressed right up to her ear and the warmth of his breath sent a tingling shiver down her neck and up under her hair. Her scalp prickled and she gasped.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long fucking time. Dreaming about it.”