“Too bad about his parents. But sometimes it’s for the best. And as for the sparks sometimes they come later.” She started to explain. “Do you like him?”
That’s a good question. Bryon is really nice, and I’ve known him for a couple of years now. He hasn’t been a friend that I’ve hung out with on any regular occasion. But he’s always been nice if we’ve been around each other and I guess he just recently started hanging out with Brooklyn and me in our little circle. I heard deep footsteps come up behind me. I turned and found Nix staring straight at me with a weird expression on his face. It was one that I’ve recognized before as frustration.
“Hi there Nixy, were you able to get the cupcakes?” Mama Drayden asked not realizing the silent conversation that was happening between us.
“Yeah.” He swallowed and licked his lips. “I set them in the kitchen.”
“Oh, fantastic. What would you like to do for dinner Chloe?” She asked as she stood and started to walk toward Nix. She gave him a kiss on his cheek as she passed him and he kissed her back.
“It doesn’t really matter to me. Anything will be better than the food at the hospital.” I said looking away from Nix.
“I’m sure it would but think about it, and we can order anything you want.” She had walked completely out of the family room while Nix stood there for a moment longer.
“I wanted to talk to you.” He said coming and sitting close beside me.
“About what?” I said nervously.
“Us.” He said blatantly.
“Us?” I swallowed hard.
“Yes. I want there to be an us. Obviously, there are a few obstacles. But I don’t mind going slow. Much slower than yesterday.”
“Um… okay.”
“Okay?”
“Well, what do you want me to say?” I asked nervously.
“I want you to say that you won’t go out with anyone until we can date legally. I want you to spend some time with me. And I want you to feel comfortable around me. That’s what I want from you. What do you want from me?”
He sat there looking venerable and wanting me to talk to him. His blue eyes sparkled as he watched me, showing off some of the violet colors that Mama Drayden and my best friend have. “I don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay. I want you to really think about it. Tell me when you’re ready, and we can take it from there.”
Just then Mama Drayden came back into the family room with a bunch of takeout menus. “I’ve got the places we like around here. I don’t know if we should do Chinese. Knox had tummy troubles last time.” She said handing me a few menus to look over. She was concentrating hard on the menu, and Nix was focused on me. I widened my eyes at him hoping he would take the hint. But he didn’t. I finally flung a menu at him.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“Stop staring,” I whispered.
“Sorry.” He said again.
“How about barbecue?” I said showing the menu for Frank’s Barbecue. “Didn’t you like their fried okra?” I looked at Nix giving him the opportunity to for him to focus on something else.
He cleared his throat, “Yeah. Frank’s sounds good.” He stood and tucked his hands in his pockets. “I need to borrow Chloe for a second.” He waited for me to say something, but I just nodded. He walked out of the room.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
“Okay. I’ll get the order placed.” Mama Drayden said pulling a pen from the side table and then started to circle and make notes.
I followed behind Nix as he made his way to his room. He opened the door and nodded for me to go in. I cautiously walked into his room and stood in the middle away from his bed. The same bed where I lost my virginity. I folded my arms over my stomach and felt so awkward being in there. He turned around after closing and locking the door.
“I get that you may not know what you want from me, but I was completely serious about no dating other people. I want to give this a chance.” He waved his hand between us.
“I didn’t say I was going to see anyone. I hadn’t planned on it.”
“What about what’s his name?”
“Who?”
“The guy with the Mustang.” His tone turned murderous.
“Bryon? He’s a friend. And I’ve only gone out with him a couple of times. I’m sure he won’t care if I tell him I don’t want to date right now.” I tried to explain.
“Okay. And what about that guy at the hospital?”
“Ryan? He’s a goof, and besides, I think he might also be into guys.”
“He’s gay?”
“Not necessarily. But I’m not sure.”
“So, he’s not gay?”
“Nix,” I said in a frustrated sigh, “I just don’t know. I don’t go around asking everyone what their preference is.”
“I just want to make sure you’re going to be able to give this a real chance.” He said taking a step toward me. His fingertips grazed my arm. “I want you all for me.”
“I thought you were worried about my age?” I said watching his fingers continuing to slide over my skin. He was making goose bumps pop up my arms. “What are you doing?”
“I have wanted to touch you for the last day. Since you ran out on me.”
“I didn’t run out.”
“You did.” He argued back. “Literally. After Mom threw Beth out for being a bitch I wanted to talk to you about everything… we did.”
“I’m here now.”
“You are, but all I can think about is putting my lips on yours.” His fingers went to my neck, and I felt a full body shiver go through me. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “I never thought of you like this before. You were always my sister’s best friend. But I haven’t gotten you off my mind since last summer. Yesterday wasn’t exactly what I wanted for you. It wasn’t right for your first time. I want to take it slow with you and enjoy every bit of your body. Sex can be amazing, and I know it will be with you.”
That’s it—I’m officially dead. He didn’t enjoy it. I wasn’t good at it. I don’t know why he would want to keep trying with me. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want to look him in the eyes. I turned my face away from him. I could feel the tears build up in my eyes. But he wouldn’t let me hide from him. He moved my chin with his finger to face him. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t good at it.” The weakest voice I had ever used barely came out of my mouth.
His eyes widened. “No. No. No. Absolutely not.” His words hit me even harder. My tears started to fall. “Chloe…” He said placing his hands on both sides of my face. “I enjoyed every minute of it. You didn’t look like you were. I wanted to finish so I wouldn’t hurt you anymore. You were crying, and I thought I was hurting you. Then afterward I didn’t even get to lay with you or talk to you about what we did or where I wanted it to go. That was all my fault.”
“It wasn’t bad?”
“No. Definitely not.” He said with a small laugh. “I’ve been thinking about your tight pussy and your body under mine since summer. It just got worse once I was inside of you. I want your lips around me, and I want to be able to grab onto you and make you ride me hard.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt his impressive cock poke into me.
“Oh.” I kind of wanted all of those things too. “Do you want me to put my lips—”
“Don’t finish that. I already feel like I could burst.”
“You could burst in my mo—”
He covered my mouth with the palm of his hand, and I had to be that person—I licked his hand. He narrowed his eyes on me. “That’s not fair. You know I could be arrested for this, right?”
I nodded. “I do know, but I’m not going to tell anyone until we are both ready.”
“Fuck.” He hissed then slammed his lips down on mine. “You’re killing me.” He said in between kisses. “I was so worried about you when they called Mom. The fact that it was my fault you were even in the hospital in the first place ma
de me feel helpless.” He kissed me again. “Promise me you won’t do that again.”
“The Doctor told me that there are latex-free condoms,” I said hopefully.
“We’re not having sex.” He said with finality.
“Fine,” I said and then dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans. I pulled his erect cock out of his boxer briefs and jeans. I studied him taking in every inch of his length. He had two veins that squiggled back and forth down his full length. He had a slight curve upward with a full, engorged head, and he had shaved all the hair off from every part of him. He was very clean.
“What are you doing?” He said breathlessly as I stroked him. “Chloe.” He said in warning.
“Just let me,” I said and took him into my mouth. I moved my head back and forth as I loved on his length. I felt his cock’s head expand and I swirled my tongue around the rim. I pumped him with my hand while I sucked on the head. It was enjoyable to hear his love what I was doing. He moaned and gently held me by my cheek. Which made me look up at him.
“Fuck. Chloe. I’m not going to last much longer.” He put both of his hands on my head and rocked me back and forth on him. “I’m going to cum in your mouth. I promise I’m clean.” I hummed in agreement which must have taken him over the edge. He pulled my head toward him. Almost the entire length of him was forced into my throat. There was spit coming out of my mouth as I chocked on him. With a final grunt, a warmth coated the back of my throat, and he held me there until every drop had expelled from him. He pulled me back away from his cock as a trail of spit hung from my mouth to his cock. He pulled me up off my knees and pressed our lips together in an intimate embrace. “You’re amazing. You’re so willing to accept me. All of me.”
“Was I not supposed to?” I said wiping off some of the spit and cum from my face onto my shirt.
“Was that your first time for this too?” I nodded shyly to answer him. “You’re mine, seriously? All mine?”
“I don’t belong to you, but you were my first for a few things,” I said blushing.
“No, you’re mine. Until you no longer want to be. But you’re all mine.” He pulled me into him again with a long embrace. “You should probably go get cleaned up. I’ll go take a shower in the guest bathroom.”
“Okay,” I said not really focusing on what he had said. I stumbled to the hall bathroom that the three of us shared and started the shower on autopilot. It wasn’t until I got in the icy water that I realized I hadn’t turned on any hot water when I started the shower. It blasted my skin and my muscles tensed up in shock.
Chapter 10
She’s Pucking Amazing
Nix
Sensitive. Holy fuck.
I pulled up my boxer briefs which grazed over the sensitive skin of my cock. I looked up to watch Chloe pull on her clothes and walk casually out of my room. I had her. She was mine. Screw on the cloud, I was floating above cloud nine. She could be everything I have ever wanted. She’s smart, ambitious, funny, sarcastic, beautiful, and God only knows that she can be mean when she wants to be. I remember Brooklyn and Chloe following behind me when I first started dating. They laughed at me the entire time. Telling my date all the things that you would kill to bury. So yeah, I’m not going to list them, but you can probably guess what a little sister could say to embarrass her older brother. I didn’t date again for at least six months. Little shits.
I heard the bathroom door click shut down the hall. I made my way in the opposite direction to the guest room that was reserved for family when they came in. Mainly my Aunt Lucy. She needed a mental break from adulting every time she got dumped by another guy. To be fair, they were all losers. She could find the one loser in the room within seconds, and all they saw was an easy target. Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is that there is a private bathroom in the guest room. It rarely gets used. But I wasn’t about to intrude on her time in the shower and have someone knock on the door. Shower sex was definitely on my list of things to do with Chloe, but it would have to wait. There’s also a few other things and places I want to add to that list.
I found some old body wash under the skin and was able to get cleaned up and back into my clothes, so it didn’t look like I had changed clothes. I cleaned so well that I probably took a layer of skin off at the thought of facing Sweetpea. Maybe I would be able to convince Chloe to join me. No. Ugh. My sister would be here, and I can’t just pull Chloe into the bathroom with me without making that look obvious. This is going to be harder than I thought it would be. I can’t just go downstairs and pull her into my lap to keep her close to me. I’ve got two months. Keep my dick clean for two months and spend some time getting to know Chloe for the young woman she’s growing into rather the little girl I’ve known most of my life.
I strolled casually downstairs to find Chloe already back on the couch with my sister. She turned when she heard me walk back through the kitchen. I saw Mom on the phone ordering barbecue. She rolled her eyes and smirked at me. She was having problems getting our order in—just like always. I think my mom is just picky. For instance, There will be five of us eating, but the Texas toast comes in an order of four. She won’t want eight because we don’t need eight. She would say something like, “it’s just wasteful.” Hopefully, she will get her way, and we won’t have to hear her curse in her own creative way. I’ve heard the word snickerdoodle come out of her mouth when she stubs her toe on furniture, and she’ll say H-E Double Hockey Sticks when she’s really mad.
I sat at the counter so that I could be near her but leave her to do the girl chat thing with Brooklyn. We all turned around to look at my mom when her voice raised.
“I need five. Not four. Not eight. Five. Can you not just charge me for one extra?” There was a short pause. “Fine. Go ask your manager.” She looked over at us. “Why do I get this every time? I mean how hard is it to charge for an individual slice of toast?”
“Mom,” I said it to ease her frustration, but it never works.
“Nixy, it’s just wasteful.” She said while I laughed. “You stop now. You know it’s wasteful.”
I threw my hands up, “Whoa. Mom—” I took a deep breath in, “Mom,” I said more sternly.
“What?” She asked playing dumb. She knew exactly what the problem was and I was going to have to remind her either way.
“They make our food. Please don’t piss them off. I’m not into eating someone else’s spit.” She harrumphed. “Please.”
“Fine. I’ll just get two orders.” Mom said.
“Mama?” I heard Chloe’s sweet voice come from the couch. I loved the fact that she called my mom mama. It makes it easier that my mom already loved her. It’s exhausting to date someone for a few months, to only bring them to meet the fam, and then everything goes downhill. Just like with Beth. Mom hated her. Said she was a gold digger. But I moved in with her. I’m just glad I saw her true colors, and we called it quits. Well, she called it quits. I was willing to get my mom to come around but honestly after anything with Chloe I knew Beth had nothing on her. “I don’t want toast this time. So you can just get one order.”
“Oh, sweetie, you love the toast.” Mom said.
“I’m just not that hungry. Maybe next time.”
I looked at Brooklyn. She had the same look on her face. There was something wrong with Chloe for her not to want Texas toast. I wasn’t going to bring it up to Mom, but I would give Chloe my toast. I wouldn’t say anything until it was here so that there wouldn’t be any kind of conversation that would go on way too long about Texas toast. It’s good, just not that good. I’m in it for the pulled pork and fried okra. I exchanged this entire conversation with Brooklyn nonverbally. Even though we are about six and a half years apart, we had this way of connecting with each other, and all it took was one look. And right now that look was telling Brooklyn that I would give Chloe my toast. Hopefully, that would be all I had conveyed.
Mom finally gets exactly what she wants and almost sixty dollars later we had pulled pork, Te
xas toast, fried okra, and all the other good stuff. My dad got home just before Frank’s delivered our dinner. I shuffled close to Brooklyn and Chloe trying to make sure I would get the chance to sit down next to Chloe. Typically, Brooklyn would sit next to Chloe, but it needed to be me today. I grabbed the bags from Mom and then looked over to see where Chloe would sit. Brooklyn following close behind. Now was my opportunity.
“B, why don’t you start getting drinks.” I offered just before she could sit.
“Fine,” she sighed and moved toward the kitchen.
I stood in front of the chair Brooklyn wanted while I unpacked the to-go containers from the full delivery bags. Chloe was looking at me. I could see her from the corner of my eye. I looked down at her and smirked. Her cheeks rosed to a delicious after sex pink, and I wanted to clear the table and hoist her onto it so I could fuck her right where I stood. Letting her wet pussy wrap around me without anything in between us. I wanted that so much--so much so that my pants became tighter by just the thought of her. Even though I had just cum down her throat less than an hour ago.
“Nix? Nix? Hello—earth to Nix?” The words finally broke through my lust-filled haze. I looked up to meet my sister’s chastising expression. “What the heck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” I snapped, glaring at her then returning to unpacking our food.
“Nixy, didn’t you tell me earlier that you had a series of away games coming up?” Mom had always tried to keep the conversations short between Brooklyn and me. Just another reason why I loved my mom.
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