by Kaylee, Katy
This time, my gut tightened with anxiety, not excitement, and I rolled my lips between my teeth. For a long moment, Ryan stared at me, and freezing cold air attacked me when he sat up on his knees. My heart squeezed from the conflict when he stuck his soiled fingers in his mouth, and he hummed softly. Once again, his gaze didn’t waver in the slightest, and I held my breath until he spoke up softly.
“Okay. I’ll leave, Gwen.” Surprise filled my lungs as I sucked in a sharp breath, and he climbed backwards to roll his broad shoulders. His expression never changed- he was satisfied, as if bringing me pleasure brought him some sort of triumph. “If you ever want to talk, I’ll leave my number downstairs, okay?”
“W- wait-“ Sitting up quickly, I frowned under tightly knit brows as Ryan sent me a quizzical expression. He didn’t flaunt what he’d done, and I opened my mouth only to falter for a hard, few heart beats. “You don’t-… you don’t want me to-“
“To suck my cock?” Finishing my question when I trailed off dumbly, Ryan reached to rub the back of his neck as I nodded. Embarrassment clung to my ribs, but I refused to look away as his eyes darkened thoughtfully. “I mean- of course, I do. That’s not the point, though, Gwen. This isn’t an exchange. I don’t expect anything. But- anyway, I’ll lock the door on my way out.”
“By the way-“ Stopping at the door to twist to face me, Ryan’s dimples appeared as he flashed me a wry smile. “If I did expect anything, it’d just be to do it again. Next time, I want to find out if your lips taste as delicious as your cum.”
My hand flew to my mouth, and his smile widened before he disappeared down the hall and towards the stairs. His steps echoed overly loud in my empty house, and I flung myself onto my side to curl up tightly.
“Oh, my God…” Groaning into my knees, I scrunched up my face as realization slammed against the backs of my eyes. Ryan was my little brother’s best friend, and Thomas was incredibly territorial about his friends.
But Ryan obviously didn’t care about social boundaries; that I was six years older, that I wasn’t model quality, was of no consequence to him. Next time…
Gwen
Licking my lips heavily, I set my perfectly cooked piece of salmon on the plate ever so gently, and accomplishment budded in my chest. Even when my entire life was falling apart, my cooking was beautiful and refined- and delicious, of course. Straightening to stare at the pretty plates, I nodded to myself as I clapped my palms together, and a pleased smile stretched my lips.
“Those look amazing.” Jumping at the unexpected compliment, I whirled around with a gasp, but my lungs didn’t stay empty for long. Sucking in a sharp breath, my mouth thinned as Thomas smirked wryly, and he stepped into the kitchen with a dismissive wave. “Sorry- it’s true, though. Ah- I brought Ryan. I hope you don’t mind, Gwenny.”
I hate that nickname. Cringing automatically, I stiffened with a frown and shot a weak glare at my brother. Memories flashed in my inner eye, but Ryan, in the present, was all I could see when he emerged from behind the foyer to the living room. My frown deepened as my heart did a little flip, and I crossed my arms over my chest before frantically finding something to say.
“You know, no offense- but this was for you and me, not you, me, and your friend, Thomas. I only made enough for the both of us.” The lie rolled off my tongue sharply, but Thomas only rolled his eyes as he sauntered towards me. Pulling me into a hug, his smile warmed, and I huffed softly. “Fine- I guess it’s a good thing it came in a three-pack.”
“Atta’ girl, Gwenny- I know you always buy more than you need. It’ll be great! I gotta use your restroom, though. I’ll be right back.” Disappearing as soon as he’d appeared, my little brother left me to simmer as I picked my pan out of the dish drain. He always took liberties like this, even when he was little- it frustrated me to no end… especially that time when he was 12 and brought all of his little friends to my 18th birthday party.
Oh-h-h I was so mad. At least my dad took care of it, but the initial damage had been great. Even now, 17 years later, I held it against Thomas, and I’d never let it die.
“Just so you know…” The deep voice rolled down my spine, and I twisted to catch Ryan lean casually on the door frame with a slightly sour expression. “Tom didn’t tell me I wasn’t welcome when he invited me. I wouldn’t have agreed.”
“It’s not a big deal… I’m surprised he even showed up, honestly. I was half expecting him to bail on me. He’s so uncomfortable being around me.” Turning back to my pan, I flicked on the burner as I spoke, but a hard chest against my back froze my body. Ryan placed the most chaste kiss on my cheek even as his hips squished me against the oven door, and a gasp erupted from my throat. Gripping the handle digging into my flab, I clenched my jaw against the residual tingling that tightened my core.
“It’s because you’re successful and beautiful, and he’s a jobless loser living on my couch with an athlete’s foot problem.” Long, callused fingers wrapped around mine, and I hissed a breath when Ryan’s hot breath swept down the front of my shirt. “I’m going to savor every single bit of you I can get between my teeth.”
“You’re laying it on really thick-“ Grinding the words out, my cheeks flushed at the high-pitched quality in my tone, and Ryan chuckled lowly. His stiffening member dug into my butt, and I shivered when he did this sort of duck and tilt to grind lower.
“Are you saying you don’t want it, Gwen? Even if it’s just for fun? Being under all this stress and subjected to all this change… it must be really hard…” Biting back a moan as Ryan released my hand to cup my breast outside my shirt, I closed my eyes to savor this moment. This sexy, playful banter engrained deep in my mind, and his lips brushed the crest of my ear. “Not to hit a soft point, but if you’re going to be a divorcee living alone, isn’t it best to fuck a younger guy to verify your own self-worth, anyway?”
“That’s not fair-“ Gasping when he squeezed my breast, I clenched my ass cheeks against the pulsing need in my abdomen, and he smirked wickedly. “I won’t be a bad romcom… screwing my little brother’s best friend…”
“Ouch… romcom-” Ryan sucked in a whistle of a breath and gave a faint tsk, and I only heaved a breath when he released my chest. Stepping away, he left me cold and panting softly, and I flung my head back to fight the shiver lodged between my shoulder blades. “I’m offended that you’d compare it to a romcom, Gwen. I think it’d be more like… a chick flick.”
“What?” Alarm bells rang in my head when I realized the stove was still on, but the pan had nothing in it. Shuffling to the full refrigerator, I flexed and curled my fingers wildly as I grabbed the butter, and Ryan laughed heartily as he leaned on the counter.
“Yeah- one with lots and lots of passionate sex while the main character slowly but surely learns who she is again, and then, she dumps the male protagonist when she realizes she’s a powerful independent woman that doesn’t need a man.” Barking a laugh of my own, I forcefully suppressed the throbbing between my legs, and I turned down the burner before plopping a massive amount of butter into the pan. “I’m serious- it’s a good idea, no? Who doesn’t cry during a chick flick, huh?”
“Ew- why are you talking about that? Did you get a script offer or something, Ryan?” My interest peaked at Thomas’ question, and I glanced over at Ryan on my way back to the refrigerator. “Oh- that’s right. You don’t know about that, do you, Gwenny? Ryan’s an actor, now.”
Our moment slid by effortlessly even as Ryan reached to rub the back of his neck, and his gray eyes sparkled when they flickered to mine. Smiling a little at how hard he tried to hide his bashfulness, I grabbed the last salmon fillet out of the refrigerator before he cleared his throat.
“Ah- yeah. It happened after you left for San Francisco. This guy came out to our high-school to check out our drama department after we won an award, and he picked me out. I was 16, at the time, but my parents were totally on board. They took a permanent vacation to Florida two years ago.”
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You were in the drama department? What about you, Thomas?” Just in that moment, Thomas’ cell phone gave a shrill chirp, and I pursed my lips thinly. The notion that he went to the bathroom forever to find someone to text him about a supposed emergency crossed my mind. Watching him check the text, I held my breath as he frowned down at his phone before sliding it back into his jean pocket.
“Uh- I gotta go. My friend is having a crisis-“ Called it. Tommy strode over and gave me an awkward kiss on the cheek that only told me he was lying. “We’ll reschedule.”
“Yeah- okay. I hope your friend is okay.” Rushing out into the living room and beyond the front door, Thomas didn’t even look back, and I sighed heavily. Twisting the burner knob, I moved the pan to the back of the stove, and a bitterness spread across my chest. “… so much for lunch.”
Ryan watched me through narrowed eyes, and I pondered his words from just a minute ago. He was right; as infuriating as it was, I was divorced, now. No matter how much I tried to downplay it, my ex-husband treated me like dirt for the better part of a decade until I couldn’t take it anymore. He fought me for three years, and the only reason I hadn’t moved back earlier is because my restaurant kept me afloat.
Grabbing one of the plates off the counter by the stove, I held it out for Ryan, but he didn’t take it immediately. He reached for the ceramic disk slowly, eyeballing me wearily, and I held his gaze steadily. When he finally took the meal, a strange sense swept through me, and he tore his eyes off me to pick up the fork. For a long moment, I stood, lost, as I contemplated my situation.
I had a hot, younger man in my kitchen, eating something I made, and he obviously wanted me. My self-esteem jacked up just watching Ryan take a bite of the salmon, and he hummed in greedy surprise as his brows rose. He’s not wrong. My personal self-worth is at rock bottom. I’m great, professionally, but…
Reaching to unfasten the button of Ryan’s jeans, I dropped to my knees to tug down the zipper, and that desire that’d only just became embers flared hotly. Goosebumps washed my skin, and I glanced up as I hooked my fingers in his belt loops from under my lashes. His eyes already on me, he took another, slow, sexual, strangely erotic bite of the lunch I’d made, and I tugged down his pants gingerly.
Saliva pooled under my tongue, and my taste buds tingled wildly as I palmed his half-hard cock. Shuffling slightly, Ryan tilted his hips forward, and I pumped his thick length from head to base. My heart pounded against my ribs, my nose bristling with the manly, clean smell of him, and blood drummed in my ears as my lips parted.
Licking the beat of precum that glistened, I gasped as prickles skittered across my face and down my throat. Ryan’s breath hitched high above me, and I glanced up as I wrapped my lips around his spongy head. His eyes roiled like storm clouds even as he chewed dedicatedly, and he swallowed roughly before I took him down my throat.
Slathering his cock, I didn’t back down as his head bumped the back of my throat, and Ryan’s neat thatch of curls tickled the tip of my nose. His girth stretched my lips, and I pulled back to bob my head. Holding his tense thighs, I ducked and slurped as the taste of him fogged my mind, and his groan rang above the blood pounding in my ears.
“Fu-u-uck yeah…” Ryan thrust his hips but didn’t put down the plate or fork, and I caressed his entire length with my lips. Gagging slightly around his tip, I tightened my grip on his legs as I moved faster. Flickering up, my eyes narrowed into fine points as he held his fork, suspended and useless, and I pulled back fully to heave a breath.
“Keep eating.” Licking and swirling my tongue along Ryan’s cock, I only sucked him down when he pushed his loaded fork between his teeth. Thrusting his hips with harsh pants, the muscles in his neck strained, and I reached down to cup his sac and squeeze gently. His breath hitched, body trembling, and his cock throbbed against my tongue as I rocked on the balls of my feet.
“Sh- shit- agh-h-h-“ Against my palm, Ryan’s thigh tightened, and his balls tensed in my grip as he sputtered. “I’m gunna cum- Gwen-“
Sucking on the bulbous head of his cock, I pumped his length as his hot cum spurted onto my tongue. His groans and gasps rained down on my crown, and his cock rippled in my palm as I squeezed the base and slurped up all he had to offer. Gulping down the salty substance, my throat tightened, and I rested my forehead on his thigh as my breaths came in short pants.
“I’m… not trying to brag- I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs, right- but that was easily top 4. Easy.” When I tilted my head, Ryan had a forkful of asparagus halfway to his mouth, and he paused to smile down with a wink. “I’m pretty popular.”
Ryan
“It’s fucking cold- holy shit!” Rubbing my palms together, I blew onto my fingers as Tommy stomped his feet, and I was so distracted by the cold that I forgot to explode on him.
Not that I was complaining, really, because I got my own out of it, after all. But still- what kind of pussy shit is he not to want to spend time with his sister?
“Dude- what was that bullshit about a crisis? Seriously?” Normally, I didn’t mind Thomas’ being the person he’d been his whole life, and he shot me a quizzical glance. Striding deeper into my apartment, I dropped onto the couch with a groan and rubbed my face with both hands. “That was so awkward, dude- I can’t believe you left like that.”
So, technically, I am complaining… but only because Thomas will get all butthurt that I sorta fucked his sister. It could be worse. He could figure out that I’ve been in love with Gwen since I was 12 years old…
“You can’t expect me to hold a comfortable conversation with Gwenny, Ryan… she’s so stoic-“
“Do you even know what ‘stoic’ means, Tommy?” Grumbling at me as he sat in the recliner at the end of the coffee table, Tom didn’t offer a real reply. Leaning forward to grab the remote, I flicked on the television to try to distract myself from the past hour and a half. “That’s not the point, okay? You can’t just leave me there because you don’t want to be there? We didn’t even have anything to talk about- it was the most messed up two hours of my life.”
“I’m sorry- I would’ve gotten out of it if I could, but my mom is all about being sympathetic… and I am, I just don’t want to spend time with Gwenny when there’s no one else around. It’s always awkward. And- what are we gunna talk about? I can’t even boil water without burning it, and she’s an award-winning chef.” Thomas rattled off his excuses, and, in a way, they were valid. I had to hand it to him that he didn’t have anything in common with Gwen.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try.
“If you don’t want to, then say so, dude. What am I supposed to talk about with her? It’s not like she watches my soaps or anything…” Flipping to the entertainment news channel, I propped my head on my arm and my feet on the coffee table. “Don’t be a bitch, okay? Just tell her you don’t want to hang out. Don’t say you will and then do that shit to her- she’s your sister.”
“Doesn’t feel like it after so long…” A harsh bark of laughter escaped me at that- so harsh it jerked me- and Thomas scowled darkly from the recliner. “I don’t get what the big deal is- she got a divorce, Ryan. Nothing special- it’s not like she’s grieving or anything. She did the stupid thing and married a guy right out of high-school, moved across the country with him- those are the two things you should have the common sense not to do.”
No, something happened. Something bad. I couldn’t say it, though, because it wasn’t my secret to tell. Clenching my jaw behind pursed lips, I only grunted as the conversation came to a standstill. Thomas pulled out his cell phone to fiddle around out of the corner of my eye, and I stared through the tv instead of at it.
I was the only person that knew why Gwen agreed to get married to that dick. I watched it happen. Even now, 12 years later, that conversation was seared into my memory as one of the most profound, disgusting things I’d ever witnessed. It literally changed the man that I became.
Because no man can be called so if he assaults a woman.
Closing my eyes, I flopped my head back to cover my face with my arm as those memories bubbled up to the surface of my mind. I was waiting for Tommy to get back from the corner store where we’d lived, and Gwen was in her room fighting with Craig. They’d been dating for a year, and he wanted to have sex with her. At my 13 years old, it didn’t really register how wrong it was for him to persist and coerce and physically intimidate.
I was pissed because, in my childish thinking, he was going to get what I wanted.
The scene played out behind my eyelids, and I could still picture Gwen’s rounded face clear as day, red and slightly puffy. She was crying because Craig told her that she was fat, and no one else would want her but him. He told her that her breasts were disgustingly large- which, honestly, they’re average- and she smelled because her thighs touched.
Most of that episode, I didn’t really understand even though I knew it was wrong. It wasn’t until I was 17 or so that it all clicked.
And, the truth was that Gwen wasn’t fat at all, she just couldn’t be stick thin. She’d tried, once, to get down to a size 6 pants, in the months leading up to her Prom, but she just looked wonky and angular in the wrong places. Craig didn’t need to rip into her for it; she hated herself, and she decided not to go to the dance at all.
Thomas and I were playing video games, as we usually did on Friday nights. I can’t remember, now, what game, but I remember wondering why Gwen was blasting her music louder than ever before. I only found out later that her dad gave her a whole chocolate cake, which she was crying over.
Being a teenager sucks.
My cell phone chimed to break my thoughts, and I fished my phone out of my jean pocket. Peeking out under my arm, I sat up as I scanned the text Gwen sent me.
Gwen: Come back tonight.
