Best Friend’s Li’l Sis

by Kaylee, Katy

  It’s because Mayci is the only woman I’ve ever loved.

  But after six years, will love be enough?

  Prologue

  “I can’t believe we actually did it,” I said, taking a deep breath as the door to our apartment closed behind us. Dallas didn’t give me time to think before he turned, grabbing my hands and pinning me up against the door.

  “Yeah, I can’t believe it either,” he said, his breath minty and soft against my cheeks. I smiled and closed my eyes as he pressed his body against mine. A giggle escaped my lips when he started kissing my neck, brushing my carefully curled hair out of the way.

  I was wearing a yellow summer dress with flowers. I wanted to look my best for my last final, and I knew that Dallas liked it when I wore dresses. I laughed against his lips as he kissed me, happiness glowing in my chest. There wouldn’t be a moment more perfect than this.

  The secret I had been keeping for two weeks bubbled to the surface of my thoughts, causing a burst of anxiety. The image of the positive pregnancy test was clear in my mind. I’d been sick in the months leading up to finals and I’d decided it was my birth control. I’d stop taking it, I’d told myself, only until finals were over and I had my diploma in my hand.

  But a couple of months is all it took, and I knew that I would have to tell Dallas. Of course, I was going to tell him, but I had been waiting until after our finals. I told myself that I didn’t want to stress him out, but I think the truth is that I was afraid to tell him, even though I was almost certain he would be happy about it.

  But I wasn’t going to tell him now. Right now, he had his hands on me and I didn’t want him to take them off, so I pushed the thoughts from my head and focused on what he was doing.

  “Are you sure you’re up to this?” I asked, jokingly, “I know that final took a lot out of you.”

  “Of course I’m up to this,” he said against my lips. “I saved all my energy for this- this is really my last final.”

  “Oh, really?” I asked as he slipped his hands over my shoulders, pushing my straps down and revealing more of my cleavage. He took a step back and looked me over. I had always been a curvier girl, and this dress accentuated my features, showing off my cleavage tastefully and outlining my curves. I knew the moment I put it on in the store that he wouldn’t be able to resist me if I wore it. “Does that make me the instructor?”

  “Well, what do you think?”

  “I think you’d better stop talking and take my clothes off,” I breathed, as he found the zipper on the back of my dress and tugged it down, loosening the top so my breasts flooded out. It had been a bit tight, so I took advantage of the moment and sucked in a sharp breath. Dallas did so as well, but it came out more like a groan.

  I buried my hands in his hair as he buried his face in my cleavage, kissing and biting the tops of my breasts. I didn’t want to be standing in our living room anymore, and I didn’t think it was fair that I was well on my way to being naked and he still had his clothes on.

  I started tugging at his jeans and he did the rest of the work for me, letting them drop to the floor and coming right back to me, his hands running up and down my arms, tangling in my hair and gripping my hips tightly. Somehow, even after three years of dating and a year and a half of living together, he still wanted to be with me. I was astounded.

  I didn’t understand how, after a year and a half of rubbing my feet and listening to me complain about classes and my part-time job at the coffee shop, he could still want to touch me and take care of me. But I knew how lucky I was, and I wasn’t complaining.

  We stumbled together, past the sofa we had picked out - our first ever furniture purchase together - and the side table I insisted on dragging in off the curb when our neighbor was getting rid of it. I said I could see the beauty in the thing even though Dallas was convinced it would bring termites into our home.

  He kissed me, his tongue dipping into my mouth, as I reached for the doorknob and opened the door to our bedroom at the end of the hall. His hands slipped around my back, tugging my dress down, so I was in nothing but my lacy black panties. It was possible I knew exactly what we were going to do when we got home.

  “How long do I have for this exam?” He asked, before he lowered his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth.

  Pleasure shot through me and my knees weakened. He walked me back so the backs of my knees were against the bed, then he surfaced, kissing my face and my cheeks and nibbling on my ear. His thumbs hooked around my panties and I moved my hips so he could slide them down. I was already pulsing wet, and he slipped a hand between my legs, groaning and biting my neck at the feel of me.

  He played with my clit, making my knees go even weaker, so I had to hold on to him to keep from crumbling to the floor. He continued kissing my breasts, sucking and biting and drawing little gasps from me.

  “Well?” He asked, between kisses as he worked his way back up my chest and to my neck. I swallowed, hard, as his fingers continued to work on my clit, and heat was compounding, building, my muscles tightening with the anticipation of the release.

  “What?” I asked, unable to focus on anything other than his fingers, moving away from my clit and to my opening, prodding and circling, making me want him even more.

  He laughed, and I met his eyes, startled and distracted for a moment by how blue they were. I didn’t normally notice eye color, but his eyes were truly unique, something I had only ever seen on him. He leaned closer to me, kissing my neck, making me drop my head back. He gently bit my earlobe before repeating himself breathily.

  “How long do I have?”

  “As long as you want,” I said, finally understanding what he was asking. “Take your time.”

  He pulled his hand out from between my legs and watched me as he popped one of the fingers into his mouth, tasting. I shivered at the thought of it, leaning back. He took advantage of this and pushed me back onto the bed. I watched him as he quickly disposed of his boxers. He crawled up my body, bracing his arms on either side of my head.

  “Well, in that case, I’d better do some studying first.”

  He ran his tongue between my breasts and up to my neck, the softest stubble growing on his chin scraping my skin and forcing a shudder down my back. He ran his hands up my sides and down my arms, finding my hands and pinning them above my head.

  I pressed into him, the heat building in my stomach and spreading through my body. Dallas liked to play with me, he liked to tease me, and I both hated and loved it. I pressed my hips into him, hoping I might entice him into getting right down to the good stuff.

  “I’m not going to go for it, Mayc,” he said, “you told me I could take my time. That’s what I’m doing.”

  I groaned and bit his shoulder before he slid down my body, kissing and gently biting. He ran his hands down the insides of my thighs, then squeezed the soft part. I giggled a little, and he knew that it tickled, but the giggle died in my throat when he buried his face between my thighs, pressing his tongue into my clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” I hissed, arching my back and tugging on his hair. I had not been expecting this from him. Usually, he would tease me until I was dripping and begging for him, but now the pleasure pulsing through me blinded me from my thoughts. He worked his tongue in a slow circle, the way I liked it, and suddenly I was thinking about the first time we had sex.

  It had been late, and we’d been at a bonfire after homecoming.

  My first college dorm was a rundown brick building, hot and mildewy, and we lived on the same floor. I could still remember the way my heart leapt the first time I’d seen him.

  He was softer looking then, with short dark hair, but the eyes had been the same. I, as an artist, hated when people would dwell on the color of eyes. Personally, I found other characteristics to be much more important. His eyes were almond-shaped under thick eyebrows that gave him a serious look. I remembered thinking he looked like a boy who wrote poetry and talked about politics. And I remembered thinkin
g his eyes were unreal.

  They were a shade of blue I had never seen before. They sat somewhere between cornflower and electric blue, bright enough to pop but not distracting. I remembered catching them in the hallways and not being able to look away.

  We’d gotten to know each other through a common love of a television show about crime - he was obsessed with it because rather than being a poetry major, as I’d thought, he was a criminology major.

  We had started getting breakfast together, then lunch and dinner, and soon we were spending all our time together. The story of how and why we ended up on a blanket back behind the old church was long and complicated, what happened at the bonfire was not. Dallas had been asked who he would choose to kiss of all the people sitting around the fire.

  He had, without hesitation, said my name.

  I was shocked - deliriously so. I had always been bigger, and I automatically excluded myself from the group of girls that a boy like Dallas would be interested in. Everyone around the fire had glanced at me, to see my reaction, and it had dawned on me that it was all a big joke, that Dallas was using me to get a laugh out of everyone.

  I’d stood, grabbing my blanket and taking off, walking through the lawns of several sorority and fraternity houses, my embarrassment and anger blinding me with tears. I couldn’t believe that I had, at least for a moment, considered that he actually liked me.

  I had ended up by the old church somehow, and I stood, my blanket wrapped around me, staring out at the city. The old church had once been a focal point on campus, but a newer one had been built on the other side of town and praying just wasn’t as important as it used to be. The building crumbled and decayed while sitting up on a hill above the rest of the campus. I could see my dorm building from where I was, and I wondered why I hadn’t just walked there instead.

  Dallas saying my name scared me, and I’d jumped, sure I was going to be robbed or murdered. He’d been standing with his hands up, illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes shining with concern.

  “Hey,” he said, “I’m sorry.”

  I’d turned away from him, conflicting emotions raging in my chest. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious- if he actually thought I was going to accept an apology from him. I was tired of being a joke.

  “Mayci,” he said, “listen, I know you don’t like me back, and I’m okay with that. I know I shouldn’t have said it in front of everyone that was unfair. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”

  “Wait,” I’d said, turning around and seeing his eyes turning to liquid in the moonlight. “You weren’t making a joke?”

  “Of course not,” he said, shaking his head and stepping toward me. “I’m crazy about you… I thought you saw that. I thought it was obvious.”

  I had been so baffled I didn’t know what to say to that, but he finished up the moment nicely by stepping forward again, taking me in his arms, and kissing me. After that, he asked me, very quietly, if I would be his girlfriend.

  After that, we sat on the blanket, holding hands, talking, and looking out on campus. Every once in a while he would squeeze my hand like he wanted to make sure I was still there, and I would squeeze back.

  “Mayci,” he said, after a while, “are you a virgin?”

  I had been so shocked by the question he had his answer, and I’d blushed furiously. Of course, I kissed boys in high school, but I never liked any of them enough to go much further than that.

  “I don’t know,” I’d said, desperately trying to maintain my dignity. “Are you?”

  “Yes,” he said.

  The moment dragged on for too long as we looked at each other, digesting what, exactly, that meant. The moonlight shone down on us as we looked into each other’s eyes and as soon as he said that, I knew exactly what I wanted.

  I’d kissed him and eventually pushed him down onto the blanket.

  And now, he was pressing his face even further into me, grabbing my ass and holding me close, increasing the pressure and doubling the pleasure. I grabbed at his head, moaning his name and begging him not to stop. He surfaced moments later, when I had finished, grinning at me.

  “Was it as good as the first time?” He asked, laughing when I covered my face and looked away from him. He crawled next to me, wiping his mouth on the sheet even though he knew I hated when he did that. I nestled into him and breathed, letting the waves of exhaustion work through me.

  “You know nothing will ever be as good as the first time,” I joked, before propping myself up on my elbow and kissing his chin and his chest. He let his head fall back, and I ran my lips over the stubble there, feeling the hard ridges of his Adam’s apple.

  “Mayci.”

  “I’m doing you now,” I said, ignoring him as I slid down his body, kissing his chest and making my way down. “So be quiet.”

  “Mayci, wait,” he said, sitting up and catching me before I got too low. I paused, watching him, confused. He sat up, grabbing the sheet and pulling it over his lap. I stayed where I was, perched around his knees. He cleared his throat and looked away from me. “I have something I need to tell you.”

  “Okay,” I said, confused as to why he wanted to talk about important things now. “Then I have something to tell you, too.”

  Excitement and anxiety rose up in my chest at the thought of telling him. He was going to be a dad, and his reaction would determine the rest of our relationship. He tried to get me to go first, but I shook my head and told him to go ahead.

  “Okay,” he said, his head dropping, and I knew right away that the news was not going to be good. He had a habit of avoiding my eyes when telling me bad news like he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. I wondered if he knew he failed an exam, or worse, maybe someone passed away.

  “I’m leaving.”

  “What are you talking about?” I laughed, leaning forward to kiss him. He tilted his head away, denying the kiss, and something in my chest tightened.

  “I’m leaving,” he said, “right now, actually. Well, in about twenty minutes.”

  The words hit me so hard I actually reared back from him, suddenly feeling stupid and vulnerable without clothes on. I shook my head, still not quite understanding what was happening.

  “What does that mean, you’re leaving?” I asked, swallowing and clearing my throat and trying to loosen the panic in my heart. It gripped my chest, forcing the air out and pricking tears at the corners of my eyes.

  “I have to leave,” he said, getting out of the bed and pulling his boxers back on. My news for him sat in my chest like a bomb. I didn’t know what was happening - everything up to this moment had been normal, and now my life was blowing up in front of me.

  “Why? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? Are you coming back?”

  “I can’t tell you,” he said, still avoiding my eyes, pulling on all of his clothes. I wrapped the sheet around me and went to him, confused and frustrated, angry enough that I barely got my words out.

  “Dallas, what’s going on? You can’t just tell me you’re leaving without any reason! Just talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Are you feeling okay?”

  He straightened up and looked me in the eye, his face more serious than I had ever seen it. I took a sharp breath, and already the tears forming a ball in my throat. Nothing was making any sense, and it was clear that I wasn’t going to get anything out of him.

  “I can’t tell you, Mayci,” he said, and I followed him to the hallway where he picked up a bag I just noticed for the first time. It was already packed, and he made his way to the door.

  “Dallas,” I said, my voice now shrill, near screaming. “Dallas, you can’t just walk out! You have to talk to me! I don’t even understand what’s going on!”

  He ignored me, walking to the door, and though my dignity was telling me not to chase after him, I had loved him too long to believe he could do something like this. I had to believe that he was sick even though the look in his eyes told me he was perfectly fine.

  “I’m comin
g with you,” I said, grabbing my dress from the floor and yanking it on quickly, following after him still. As I said this, he whirled around, staring me down. I never saw him look at me like that before. Like he didn’t recognize me.

  “No,” he said, his voice steel. “You’re not. You’re going to stay here.”

  “Dallas-”

  “I don’t want you to come with me, okay? I don’t want you.”

  I gasped, stepping away from him, the drive to go after him suddenly gone. I took a deep, shuddering breath and looked away from him. I was stuck in a strange place, somewhere between loving him and complete betrayal.

  The door slammed shut and I stood there for a moment, one strap of my dress hanging off. I did not like to cry, but I was, renegade tears sneaking out and dropping to the tile below me. The first sob ripped through me, and my chest felt like a vacuum, like an empty pocket of space.

  I found my phone in the bottom of my bag and called Delilah, my best friend, who finished her last final the day before and was packing her things to move home. I couldn’t talk, I could barely breathe, and she told me that she was on her way over. I hung up the phone and slid down to the floor, trying to breathe and finding it hard.

  I knew that raising a child was hard work with two people, but with just a single person, would it even be possible? My hands were shaking as I thought about the fact that not only was my only form of employment a part-time job at a coffee shop, but I just graduated with a degree in Art and Design. It would take months to get a job, and years to be credible enough to make good money.

  I was thinking through all this, my anxiety and panic growing, when Delilah showed up, and, not seeing Dallas, seemed to connect the dots rather quickly. She helped me up off the floor and started to tell me that everything was going to be okay.

  “Delilah,” I sobbed, “I’m… pregnant.”

  She paused, the expression dropping from her face for a moment, then she went right back into mother-mode, taking my arm and leading me from my apartment.

  “You are staying with me tonight, and we are going to talk about what happened, and you are going to take another pregnancy test because those things can be wrong, honey. It’s all going to be okay, you’ll see.”