by Alexa Riley
I look up at him and suddenly blurt out, “I don’t want you dancing with Court.”
“I was never going to. I’m only dancing with one girl.” He leans down and touches his lips against mine. “My girl,” he says before he kisses me right in front of the school. I lean into him as the kiss deepens and my tongue slides into his mouth to steal a taste.
“No PDA on school grounds,” I hear barked from behind us and I jerk away from Drake.
“Coach, I swear when the season is over, I’m going to punch—”
Coach Chris stands there smiling at us. “Get inside,” he says, pointing to the doors and fighting a laugh.
Drake keeps me close as we enter together and a few people glance our way. If it wasn't for Court bringing it to everyone's attention, I think people would have forgotten Drake and I are stepsister and brother. She made sure to spread that around and I get a small glimpse of that when I finally take a look at my phone. Along with a million texts from Drake telling me he missed me and that he couldn't wait to see me, there are some telling me to respond to his text.
No one says anything as we make our way in, and in fact, anytime we pass one of the guys from the football team they high-five with Drake and Liam.
“Dance with me,” Drake demands as he pulls me onto the dance floor.
I forget about everyone else and let him lead me and it all seems normal. A few people glance our way, but I think they would no matter who Drake was with. He isn't known to be seen with someone.
“Bathroom break,” Lindsey shouts over the music a few songs later.
Drake gives me a kiss before he lets me go. “I’ll get you a drink,” he tells me and I nod.
I’m thankful I agreed to come because I’m having one of the best nights of my life. People can look all they want because I don't care. High school will be over soon and we will be out in the real world. What they think of us doesn't matter.
“I’m out of shape,” Lindsey jokes when we enter the bathroom.
I touch up my lipstick as I wait for her to finish, and I smile, thinking that Drake is giving my lip stain a run for its money.
“He’s not doing our dance!” I turn at the sound of Court’s screech.
She’s standing in the entrance to the bathroom looking beyond pissed. Lindsey steps out of her stall to glance over at Court. She rolls her eyes dismissively and goes to wash her hands.
“He has to do the dance,” Court says again when she realizes I’m not going to engage with her.
“He doesn't have to do anything.” I step toward her so we can leave the bathroom, but she’s in my way. “Would you let your man dance with a girl that’s been trying to get her claws into him?”
“So he’s not doing it because you told him he can’t.” She narrows her eyes like she’s won a small victory. She’s so wrong. If I didn't exist he still wouldn't dance with her.
“Oh, I told him not to dance with you,” I admit, unashamed about it. When it comes to Drake I’m not hiding how I feel anymore. “But trust me, he wasn't going to dance with you anyway, so let it go.” There are so many more hurtful things I could say but it would only take me down to her level and she isn't going to make me be that person.
“You're disgusting,” she spits out. Maybe she’s after a fight but I’m not going to give it to her. “He’s your brother.” She hisses like a snake.
“Stepbrother,” I correct. “And I’m sure my brother and I are going to do all kinds of disgusting things tonight.” I sidestep Court with that small jab.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.”
I turn at the sound of Lindsey’s voice and see she’s got Court by the wrist in midair. She was going to hit me.
Lindsey shoves her and lets go. Court trips in her heels and falls to the floor. Dakota and Kira just stand there, wide-eyed and confused.
“Thanks,” I tell Lindsey because I wouldn't have seen that coming.
A few other girls that are in the bathroom giggle, clearly enjoying the sight of Court on the bathroom floor.
Lindsey steps over her and then rolls her eyes at the Blonde Brigade. “Jesus, help your friend up, dummies.”
They move into action as we leave the bathroom and walk out on a stunned Court.
“I can’t believe she was going to hit you,” Lindsay marvels when we clear the bathroom.
“I’m not surprised. She showed that picture of Drake and me kissing to everyone. She had to have followed us from the game to Joe’s. She was looking for something to get over Drake. I don’t know why she thought that would send her into his arms. I just hope she got the message loud and clear.” Drake and I are together and nothing she can do or say will ever change that. She can try and shame us or throw a fit, but that won’t change anything in the end.
“I missed you,” Drake says when we get back to the guys.
We don’t tell them about the bathroom. Instead we drink and eat cake and dance until my feet hurt. I don’t see any of the Blonde Brigade after that. In fact, a few girls walk by and give Lindsey and me happy nudges. I’m guessing the other girls in the bathroom are telling the story and it looks as though they’re enjoying them being brought down a peg or two.
“You ready, Ali girl?” Drake asks me.
“For longer than you know.” I look up at him and it feels so good to be back in his arms. I don’t know how I went without this for so long.
“Then let's get out of here. I’m done waiting, and if Eric doesn't stop looking at your tits I’m not going to be as nice as you were to Court.”
“You heard?”
“I know everything when it comes to you.”
“There are a few things you don’t know,” I say with a smile. My cheeks heat when I think about those things.
“I’m about to know it all.” I laugh when he lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the dance. Coach Chris just shakes his head as we pass him.
“You always were a know-it-all,” I say and slap his chest playfully.
“That’s you.” He winks at me as we get to the car. “You will be by the time I’m done with you tonight.” He deposits me into my seat and I grab his tie.
“You’ll never be done with me.”
“Never,” he agrees before his mouth comes down onto mine.
I’ll never be done with him either. This was meant to be.
Chapter Sixteen
Drake
It’s late by the time we get home and all the lights in the house are off. There’s a night light in the hall at the top of the stairs and it lights the way to our bedrooms. Mom and Dad are on the first floor and I saw their bedroom light go off when we came in. They knew we’d be out late but I’m sure they wanted to make sure we got home before they went to sleep.
I take Ali’s hand in mine as we walk up the stairs and I go into her bedroom. I lock the door and wrap my arm around her.
“Think you can keep quiet?” I ask, and she nods, biting her lip.
“I could have taken you someplace nice, but when I jack off, I picture you in this bed.” My fingers find the zipper to her dress in the back and I slide it down slowly. “When I come I picture you with your hand in your panties rubbing that sweet little pussy.”
“Drake,” she says softly as I peel her dress off her body and lay it across the chair nearby.
“I know what it tastes like, Ali girl, and so do you.” I lick my lips remembering it from earlier. “Don’t tell me it’s not sweet.” I nod to her bed and she moves toward it. “Go get under the covers.”
I strip off my tux and throw it in a pile by the bed. I leave my boxer briefs on as I get under the covers with her and then roll on my side next to her. Without a word I pull on her panties until they’re down to her knees, then I push my two fingers into wetness.
“I thought about doing this so many times,” she moans, and I put my hand over her mouth. “But big brothers aren’t supposed to do this.”
I rub that sweet, tight spot inside her pussy and she raises
her hips. She can’t spread her legs any wider because of her panties and I like that they keep her in place.
“Fuck, are you always this wet when you go to bed?” I hiss and she nods. “God, I bet you were in here rubbing your pussy just as fast as I was jacking my cock. Both of us desperate for something we thought we couldn’t have.”
I speed up and rub her clit at the same time and I feel her pussy drip with juices.
“You going to let me put my cock in next?” I ask as heat and need wash over me. She nods and then whines under my hand.
I climb on her and take my hand away. With my fingers still inside of her I pull down the front of my boxer briefs and take my cock out. I rub it across her pussy and then take my fingers out. She’s hot and wet and open for me as I push my cock where my hand was. Her panties are keeping her legs locked so I can’t go in too far. This will keep me from getting too excited and fucking her too fast. I want this nice and slow and I want her to enjoy every moment of it.
“Just a little like this, then I’ll get all the way in,” I say, kissing her softly.
I thrust into her in a shallow rhythm as I get the end of my cock wet. I can feel it slide inside of her just a bit as I rock slowly in and out. Her breath catches and she tries to take more of me, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“Shhh,” I say when the bed creaks and I remind her to slow down so it stays quiet. “I don’t want Mom and Dad to hear,” I whisper close to her ear and she clenches around me. “I’m just glad you’re on the shot because I don’t think I can pull out.”
She moans again and I push a bit deeper until I know I can’t hold back anymore. I hold myself still as my cock throbs and I feel the hot ache in my back as it shoots down and then out of my cock. I come hard and bury my face in her neck as I lose control. I grit my teeth and whisper how fucking good she feels as I see stars in my eyes. I’m not even all the way inside of her and it’s already so much better than I ever imagined. It’s warm and sticky and I’m addicted instantly.
“Roll over,” I say, pulling out of her heat and then kicking off my boxer briefs.
She wiggles out of her panties and spreads her legs wide in invitation as she sticks her ass in the air. I fall on her with my cock hard and full, sliding in from behind. It’s deeper instantly and this time she tenses when she takes more.
“Into the pillow,” I order when she begins to moan and move her hips. “If Dad catches me with my cock in you, he’ll make sure I don’t get to put it in again.” Her moans are muffled by the pillow this time but she pushes her ass against me. “You don’t want that, do you, Ali girl?”
She takes more of me and I look down in surprise to see I’m all the way in. She took me like a champ and when I pull back out it’s a sweet, slow drag. Her pussy grips me so tight it’s like it doesn't want me to leave and I plunge back in. The springs in her bed squeak so I have to go in a measured pace when all I want to do is hammer her into the mattress. It’s slow and even as my long, thick cock stretches her out and I see a tinge of blood smeared on the sheets.
I lean down close and kiss the place under her ear as I thrust back home. “I got my sister’s cherry.” I smile when I say the words. My cock gets even harder and she clenches around me.
It’s filthy and wrong to say this to her, but somehow it turns us both on.
“Don’t worry, you got mine too.”
She pushes her ass back against me and rolls her hips. Her round ass is beautiful in the light coming through the window and I can’t keep my hands off of it.
This time I’m in control and when I feel her tighten, I know to hold off. She’s right at the edge, and just when I think I can’t take any more, I feel her body release. I bury my face in her neck as I lie on top of her and hold her down, thrusting in and out to keep it going. I wring every last second of her orgasm out of her body before I finally let myself go. When I do it hits me hard and it’s a rush of pure pleasure.
The second the last drop comes out of me, I pull out and flip her on her back before I thrust back in. Her hard nipples are tight and I lean down to suck on them as I slide into our mingled release.
“Can you be quiet like this?” I ask as I kiss my way over to her other nipples. “Because I’ve waited a long time to have you, and I’m nowhere close to finished for the night.”
“I can be quiet,” she whispers, reaching for me, and I put all of my weight on her.
My cock moves faster like this as her legs wrap around me and she opens. We’re not going to get a bit of sleep, but from the way she grips my cock I know she’s okay with that. I’ve dreamed about this moment and I’m not ready for it to end. In fact, I’m never going to let it.
After tonight there’s not going to be a time when I’m not by her side, no matter what anyone says. This is our moment to turn the corner and finally begin the life we’ve always wanted.
“I love you, Ali.” I look into her eyes and she smiles at me as she cups my face.
“I love you too, Drake.”
Chapter Seventeen
Ali
I feel him wrapped around me as I come to, and I smile against his bare chest before kissing him over his heart. His hard cock digs into my stomach and my nipples tighten, wanting more of everything we did last night. Drake has a dirty dominant side to him he keeps hidden and I freaking love it.
We’re both still naked and the last thing I remember is fighting off sleep. I hadn't wanted to go to sleep because everything was perfect in that moment. Now, the sun is flooding into my bedroom and I know the rest of the world is waiting for us. I kiss Drake’s chest to reassure myself everything will be okay. I feel him tense under me for a second, alerting me that he’s awake.
He drifts his hand across my back as I lift my head to look up at him. His eyebrows are pulled together and I know instantly he has something to tell me, and it’s not good.
“What?” I ask, and my eyes dart around. I know it has to be something that happened while we slept. The way he touched me last night, I never doubted his love and desire to be with me.
“Dad walked in here about five minutes ago.”
The words sink in and all the blood drains from my face.
“Didn’t we lock the door?” I ask.
He nods. “I don’t think we closed it, though. I remember hitting the lock but I don’t think it was pushed all the way.” His eyes close and I know he’s mad at himself. “So when he knocked on your door, it kind of just opened,” he finishes.
I drop my forehead to his chest. This is not how I wanted them to find out.
“It’s going to be fine,” we both say at the same time and a small laugh escapes me. He’s always trying to reassure me even if he’s not so sure of things himself.
“Now what?” I ask. We can’t stay hidden in my bedroom forever.
“Nothing.”
I pull back to look at Drake. “What do you mean nothing?” I ask, silently willing everything to be okay.
“You were covered up but it’s clear we were naked. He looked a little surprised but then whispered ‘sorry’ and stepped back out.”
“He said sorry?” I gasp, a little too loudly.
“Yeah. I have no fucking clue.”
“He told Mom?” I ask like he’d know. I’m guessing he did because I’d tell Drake anything.
“I’d tell you.” He says what I’m thinking and we nod.
“Why aren't they mad? Shouldn't they be busting down my door?” My eyes go to the door then back to Drake.
Drake’s eyes go to my chest and I smack him again. “Sorry.” He doesn't sound sorry as I grab the sheet and cover myself. He sits up and pulls me into him until I’m straddling his lap. “Probably because there isn't much they can do about it.” His face softens and I worry my lip between my teeth. He’s right; it’s not like they would kick us out.
“It’s going to be fine.” Before I can counter, he kisses me soft and slow as if we have all the time in the world.
I relax into him, unabl
e to resist his pull. I don’t know how long I sit in his lap lazily kissing him and needing more. He must feel what I need as he shifts and then he’s inside me in one slow thrust.
I gasp because I’m a little tender but I don’t care and my body willingly opens for him. I get lost in him as he helps me move my hips up and down on to his cock. I moan and try to be quiet because this is the last thing we should be doing right now. But I can’t stop and I’m already so close.
“Give it to me, Ali girl,” Drake says against my mouth and I do.
I come for him. My whole body clenches when I feel his release deep inside of me. I ride the wave of pleasure as every inch of me tingles until I drop my head on his shoulder with a heavy breath.
“You know how to calm me down,” I say with a laugh, kissing his neck.
His cock jerks inside of me and I lean back to look at him. He cups my face and tilts my head so I can look at him.
“Never let this go.” His face is so serious. “Everyone is going to have to come to terms with this.”
I don’t want to fight with Mom and Dad about this but I will fight for us. “Let’s go talk to them.”
His cock jerks inside of me before he lifts me up and then I moan when he slips free of me. He reluctantly gets up as I fall backwards into the soft bed.
“You want me to go talk to them first?” he asks, and I pop back up. I know he’d do that for me but I can’t let him.
“No, together. You wore me out and I need a minute to pull myself together.” He leans down and kisses me.
“I’ll wait in the hallway then. I’m going to get dressed.”
I nod and he walks out of my room. I don’t waste any time getting dressed. I don’t know if I’m in a rush to get this over with or to be alone with Drake again. When I exit my room he’s standing there and he holds his hand out to take mine. He gives me one last kiss before we prepare ourselves for what’s to come.
I make it to the bottom of the stairs and I smell Mom’s cooking. When we enter the kitchen she comes over and kisses us both on the cheeks. Dad motions for me to come over to him and I let go of Drake’s hand to step toward him. He’s leaning against the counter watching Mom cook with a cup of coffee in his hand. He gives me a side hug and I put my arm around him.