by Katy Kaylee
Tommy never had anyone to really motivate him because they were all so focused on MasterChef Gwen- and I understood that, truly. But, I couldn’t sit by while Tommy wasted his entire life and potential; it wasn’t like he had absolutely no encouragement at all. He was a computer whizz, and he’d gotten a paid internship at Google with their programmers before he even went to college.
But that meant he would have to go to California, and he didn’t want to be in the same state that Gwen lived in, so he declined.
“… I’m not trying to be a dick or make you think that I don’t consider you my brother, Tom, but this has to stop. If you don’t try to pick yourself up, and either try with Gwen or tell her straight up you don’t give a fuck, I can’t be your best friend anymore. I can’t watch you do this to yourself when I know you’re better than this.” Leaving him with that, I got up and turned the tv off before making my way to the kitchen.
Emotions clashed in my chest, restricting my heart, and I yanked open the refrigerator door to pull out a chicken-basil pesto thing that Gwen had made for me. Even cold, it looked delicious, and I grabbed a fork to lean over the counter between the fridge and oven. Staring absently at the swirling patterns, I wondered how things had gotten this way; I spent a lot of effort trying not to enable Thomas, but I’d never threatened to kick him out or end our friendship before.
Still, I was entirely sure that my best friend was just lazy, and Gwen was good scapegoat for it. The truth was there on the wall- figuratively speaking, of course- because Gwen had been a shit sister, and everyone knew it. She never wanted to spend time with Tommy, partly because of the age gap, and partly because she worked so hard to get ahead in life. No one got between her and what future she saw for herself- not Tommy, and not her other siblings, either. Not that they use it against her.
Her first job was at McDonalds, and anyone would’ve guessed she’d won the lottery; it wasn’t a great job, but it was one that fit into her life plan.
Tommy, however, had no life plan even now. He blamed everyone else, reaching far, far back, and never looked to the future. Hell, even I had an inkling of what I wanted to become when I was in high-school.
“What the fuck…” Rubbing my face roughly, I heaved a sigh as my thoughts exhausted my already tired body. “This is getting really messy.”
Gwen
Rifling through the papers splayed out on my desk, I propped my elbows on the sleek glass to rub my temples. Drooping my head, a heavy sigh escaped me, and I tapped my feet absently as the sheets started to blend together into one, huge piece of paper.
“I brought coffee.” The gentle interruption drew my gaze, and a small, grateful smile stretched my lips. Ryan handed me a huge travel mug that reeked of coffee, but I wasn’t perturbed even as he shuffled to sit on the small sofa nearby. “How you doin’? You look stressed. You want to talk about it?”
“There’s not really anything to talk about-“ Pausing to take a big gulp of the scalding brew, the hairs all over my body stood on end as intense caffeine sloshed down my throat. “This is really good- where’d you get this? Um- yeah. No, I mean, at least Tommy said something this time. It’s not like it was out of the blue. I just… he’s a little old to be all… not that I can really judge him, though…”
“Did you know he got a job the other day? I was really worried that I’d actually have to act on my words if he just fucked all, you know? I wouldn’t have ended our friendship or kicked him out or anything, but he’d never have taken me seriously again. So, I guess it’s good for me that he doesn’t want to chance our friendship.” My gaze met Ryan’s over the rim of the mug, and he nodded with a silly, wide grin puffing out his cheeks. “Yeah- he applied to this internet security place the night that we had that talk last week, and they called him and said they appreciated his application, but they weren’t going to hire him. He hacked their websites and even got into their external databases. They called him back and told him he was hired yesterday morning.”
“Good for him. It’s different, living up to someone else’s expectations than just making your own. Getting a job is a lot more different than creating a job.” Warmth suffused my chest, and I took another gulp of my brew before closing the latch. “I don’t blame him for how he feels about me. It is my fault, after all- one of the disadvantages of being the oldest and the youngest.”
“That’s why I’ll be forever grateful that my little sister is two years younger than me.” Smiling broadly, I giggled as Ryan’s dimples grew sharper, and he draped his arms over the back of the couch to cross his legs unhurriedly. “So… I have to go to my shoot in two days. My flight leaves Wednesday at 3am.”
“O- oh…” The sharp stab of disappointment that speared my chest was surprisingly potent, and I slumped back in my chair as Ryan nodded a jerk of his head. “How long will you be gone?”
“Four months or so. It depends on how smoothly everything goes. I wanted to spend some time with you before I leave. Tomorrow is Tommy’s first day of work, so I promised to take him out to dinner to celebrate.” Gesturing me over, Ryan held out his arms for me, and I rounded my desk on stiff legs. Tugging me into his lap, he pressed a chaste kiss on my cheek, and a faulty smile tilted my lips. “When I get back, you and me are gunna have so much fun, right?”
“Right…” Kissing him deeply, I wrapped my arms around his neck to shuffle and straddle Ryan’s waist. His tongue slipped past my teeth almost instantly, and I swallowed his groan as his hands crept under the waistline of my pajama pants. Need flushed my veins, and he groped my ass shamelessly to force my hips back and forth.
“I’mma fuck your brains out- okay?” Gasping as Ryan seared a path down my chin and neck, I only moaned softly in response. Squeezing and kneading my ass cheeks, he spread them wide, and I reached between us to rub his hardon. “Turn around-“
Panting as I stood up, I climbed out of my pants and underwear as eagerness jellified my stiff muscles. Ryan unfastened his jeans, and my mouth watered when his cock sprung free. Pumping his rod, he spread his legs to silently beckon me, and my core clenched with need. Goosebumps washed my skin as I turned, and he dragged his free palm up my back before grabbed my ass cheek greedily.
Slapping his cock against my ass, Ryan groaned again, and the sound caressed my ears beyond the blood pounding against their drums. Biting down on my bottom lip as he swiped his head along my slit, I rubbed my clit while anticipation slicked my folds. Bracing myself on his knees, my hands trembled- the farthest reaches of my nerves tingling with need- and I shivered violently when the thick ridge of his head slipped inside me.
“Jiggle that gorgeous ass, Gwen.” Clammy palms spread my ass cheeks again, and I popped my back before Ryan jerked his hips up. Moaning loudly as he stretched my walls, I ducked my head against the pleasure that rocketed up my spine. “Yeah-h-h…”
Setting a sharp, deep pace, Ryan’s pants rolled up my back, and I moaned and whimpered as my toes curled into the carpet from the shocks. My thighs quivered, and he cracked his palm against my ass cheek to force a gasp from my tight throat. Gripping my hips, he held me still, lavishing me with wave after wave of euphoria as he did all the work.
Clamping down on his cock, I clenched my jaw and scrunched up my face against the pressure that built behind my eyes. As if sensing my impending orgasm, Ryan tightened his grip on one hip as his other hand disappeared, and thrill struck my chest. His wet thumb massaged my puckered hole heavily, and my nails dug into the fabric of his jeans as I undulated around his length.
“Yeah- fucking cum, baby- prove how much you want this cock-“ Squawking a moan when he inserted his thumb, I arched sharply as his pleased growl swept through the fine hairs on my back. My rapture intensified, and stars popped behind my eyes as I lost myself in it.
“Oh-h God- I want it- I want it!” Ryan thrust harder, grunting with the effort, and my moans morphed into thick, low shrieks that dried my mouth. “Yes- yes- yes! Ryan- harder! H- har- hard-der!”
The rus
tling of his jeans as they rubbed my thighs and calves drowned out the blood in my ears, and Ryan jerked his hips in a final, brutal thrust. My knees came together, feet lifting off the floor as I came, and his thumb wiggled out of my ass. Grabbing my hair to keep me from falling, his spasms and sputters added to the chorus of our sex, and it was lovely.
“Fuck-“ Forcing me to bend over, Ryan spread my folds to groan as he pulled out of my channel. “You make such pretty creampies, baby. God damn-“
Smearing his cum over my clit and down my thighs, Ryan’s guttural appreciation wrapped around my heart to squeeze. Panting harshly, I struggled to catch my breath as he worked two digits into my channel to stroke my quivering walls. Circling my clit, he tugged my head up to knock me off balance, and I rasped out a squeak as I fell back onto him.
Reaching over my trembling leg, Ryan rubbed my clit furiously, and I spasmed as he kissed my neck and shoulder with sloppy, wet abandon. Shoving his fingers knuckle-deep, he worked my body expertly as I clamped down on them. Twisting and curling, priming me, his digits gave me no relief, and I groaned as waves of pleasure swept up my sternum. His harsh pants tickled my breasts, and my hands moved without direction from my fogged mind to pull down my camisole.
“Do you have a vibrator anywhere?” The grumble caught me off guard, and my eyes popped open to catch sight of his bright, excited expression. “If not, you need to get one- a really strong one.”
“I do-” Erotic glee burned in Ryan’s eyes, and I sat up only to spend a quick second wrangling in myself enough to figure out what to do next. “Uh- ahm…”
My legs ached as I put weight on them, and I shuffled over to a box that I had just shoved in the corner of my office. All sorts of junk was inside, and I dug down to the bottom before finding the little, blue, bullet-shaped item. Fire licked my cheeks, and Ryan stood up to shirk off his pants and shirt before snatching it.
“I’ll be right back. On your hands and knees on the couch.” Striding out of my office, Ryan headed right across the hall to the bathroom, and excitement tugged up the corners of my lips. Doing as I was told, I panted as the sound of him washing off the vibrator tickled my ears, but he was back within the time it took to blink. “No- not like that-“
Big, firm hands jostled me around, and I couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled my ass over the edge of the sofa. Gripping the back, my fingertips tingled, and Ryan shot me a vicious smirk as he spread my ass cheeks. The cold tip of the bullet stroked my back entrance, and delicious shivers rippled down to my toes. He kept the thing off as he gingerly worked it in, and my feet flexed as I moaned at the pressure.
“Spread your legs wider- as wide as you can, Gwen.” The soft, fake leather burned my knees as I did what Ryan wanted, and he sat down with his back against the sofa. “Stick your ass out more so I can eat that delicious pussy-“
“W- wait- should I… wash off or something?” Stuttering weakly, I gasped when Ryan scoffed, and his warm breath plumed between my quivering folds.
“We’ve only got, like, 9 hours to have enough sex for four months. I got a job to do with you, Gwen, and I’m not gunna let a little thing like the skeeves stop me. When I’m done with you, you’re not gunna remember your own fucking name. Now- I’m turning this thing on, and I want to hear some hustle!”
Gwen
Tapping my foot anxiously, I wrung my hands in my lap as I read the poster on the wall for the tenth time. My gut tightened, and I picked at my fingernails absently as my mind ran rampant. Moving back home when I had meant that the OBGYN I had gone to when I was younger didn’t have any available openings until today, and my birth control was almost two weeks overdue to be replaced.
If there was one thing I was glad about, it was that Craig hated children- thought they were the scourge of the Earth- and didn’t try to stop me from getting the implants.
The door opened gently, with a faint creak, and I stiffened as my OBGYN emerged from behind it. She’d aged, just as I had, and she shot me a small smile as she held my file to her chest.
“So, do you have any in stock?” My apprehension rang in my voice, and I did nothing to shield it. She only furrowed her brows slightly, and my lips rolled between their teeth as she inhaled in preparation.
“You can’t get a new implant, Gwen. You’re pregnant.” Groaning loudly, I dropped my head into my hands as a headache sprung behind my eyes. Ryan had been gone for two weeks, and it was almost February; we’d been having sex since December, and my birth control was due to be changed in early January.
But, my dumb self-decided not to go to Planned Parenthood, thinking it’d still be viable…
“Shit. That must be- it’s only my first missed period… I should’ve just gone to PP…” I couldn’t have been farther along than three weeks, and I rubbed my palms down my face to throw myself back on the exam table. “Damnit!”
“… At least you’re not shocked or in denial. Honestly, most women aren’t nearly as well-prepared mentally.” Peeking out from between my fingers, I sat up to heave a huff and shake my head. “I’ll prescribe you pre-natals when we’re done, but I need to get the old implant out and do an ultrasound to make sure you’re not ectopic.”
“Wait- I thought it stopped working after 3 years?” Seating herself on the little, spiny stool as I posed my question, my doctor only shrugged with a slight shake of her head. My heart dropped like a stone, and she leaned back slightly to stare my dead in the face.
“They say to take it out after 3 years, but a study showed it’s effective for longer. More than likely, it failed, although I would consider age a factor but not the reason. Like all birth control, the implants fail sometimes- no contraception is 100%, and there’s always an unlucky woman. Unfortunately, that’s you, this time, Gwen.” Pursing my lips tightly, I flexed my hands against my gown as she spoke, casual but still careful of the fact that this was, in essence, a mistake. “Were you planning on doing anything rambunctious in the recent future? Are you still working yourself into the ground?”
“You remember that?” Surprise cracked my voice, and she smiled before I heaved a massive sigh. “Whatever. I was going to reopen a restaurant here- I already have the place. I’m supposed to start reconstruction in a week.”
“Okay. Well, I’m going to give you some rules to follow, Gwen- I’m like Santa. I know when you aren’t being good.” Standing up as a nervous laugh escaped me, she grabbed some gloves from the box and a scalpel from a drawer. Laying back down, I held my arm above my head- like I had three times before- and she unwrapped the sterile, sharp tool before leaning over me. “Rule number one- the most important one- is that you sleep. Sleep for at least 8 hours, and only three hours of physical activity, because I know you’re going to be stressed out about every single little thing, right, Gwen.”
“Right.” Giving in without a fight, I breathed deeply as she nodded before turning her attention to my arm, and she didn’t administer any sort of numbing agent. Wincing at the slight bite, I pushed back the pain- which was easy, because I’d gotten this done several times, and the scar tissue had built up. “I’ll try not to stress out too much, too, I guess.”
“Good. Rule number two- if you start craving McDonalds or something, just go get it. I remember you hate fast food, but if you need it, you need it. Salt is exceptionally important to your body.” Humming in acknowledgement, I closed my eyes even though I knew my brain wasn’t going to work until after I left. It’s shutdown was the only reason I wasn’t a blubbering mess, but whatever the doctor said was important. “Thirdly, tell your parents, okay, Gwen? I’m divorced, as you know, and I know it’ll be hard, but you can’t do everything by yourself. They’ll get over whatever initial reaction they have- although, I can’t say the same for the rest of your family, at the very least, your parents will be thrilled after a little time.”
“I was going to go right there and burst into tears- thanks for reaffirming that.” The seriousness in my tone made my joke fall flat, and I scrunched up my face a
t the uncomfortable feeling of a finger under my flabby bicep. “So, bad question, I know- do you believe a younger guy when he calls you beautiful?”
“Always…” Mumbling softly, the doctor sat back with my implant in her palm, and she stood up to pull off her gloves and toss them in the bio-waste bin. “Regardless of what he wants, at least he wants me. Sad, I know- but sometimes, all it takes is someone being shallow to make you realize things about yourself. Not everything has to be deep or forever, and you don’t need to be in love for someone to call you beautiful, Gwen. Personally, I think that any compliment is still a compliment, no matter what’s underneath.”
“Yeah… the guy I’ve been seeing- he acts like having sex with me is, like, nirvana. I don’t get it. I don’t get how he could think that when there’s skinnier, more beautiful, not divorced women out there.”
“Maybe that’s what he finds attractive about you, Gwen.” Arching my brows as my doctor sat at the computer, facing away from me, I licked the roof of my mouth heavily at her flippancy. “Does he know you’re pregnant?”
“No.” Answering immediately, I couldn’t help the rush of shame that welled inside me before I beat it down viciously. There was nothing to be ashamed of; I might not be in the best shape right now- in any aspect of the phrase- but I didn’t get pregnant on purpose. “Ah- he had to go across the country for work, so… I haven’t told him, yet. I don’t want to stress him out. I also… I’m not sure what he’ll do. I honestly don’t know which I’m less okay with- him wanting all of this, or him skipping out.”
