by Mia Carson
I dressed in a simple outfit- a pair of jeans and plain sweater- appropriate for wherever Jason wanted to go. I was thinking of going to the movies, but I would leave it up to him in case he wanted to strongly go somewhere else. When he arrived, the way he looked at me spoke more than his words ever could.
“You look nice,” he said as he escorted me to his car.
“Thanks.”
“Where’s Tyler?”
“Out with some girl,” I said. Even though the words rolled out of my mouth, the realization that Tyler was probably somewhere fucking some other girl was just too much to bear.
“Oh, yeah, Tyler’s the ladies man.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this revelation, so I sipped the water I had been carrying and did what came naturally, which was an awkward mix of laughter and crying.
“You okay?” Jason asked.
I nodded and added, “I just drank way too much water too fast.”
“Oh, okay,” he said as he opened the passenger side door of a car that looked like it cost a fortune, something Tyler never did. I guess Tyler had was used to thinking of me as his stepsister so he didn’t really know what to do with me being his fuck mate. The only thing that really changed in our relationship is what we did for each other in secret and at night, not how he felt about me.
I didn’t realize Jason was talking until he touched my arm, cutting off my thoughts of Tyler. “You sure you’re fine?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I was just wondering if I had locked the door after we left,” I said.
“Want to go back and check?”
“No, I think I did. I just worry a lot sometimes.”
“That’s okay, so do I. So where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere,” I said.
“Have you ever been to Broadway?”
“No. I spend way too much time in California. I never get to do much when I’m in town.”
“Well, let’s change that,” he said as he speed dialed a number and a man I quickly learned was his father’s assistant came on the line. He instructed him to book a late lunch and an early Broadway show and we headed to the city. We talked about nothing serious as we drove. We exchanged stories of our childhood. I learned his family owned half the city, which hadn’t been apparent from his common last name, Scott.
“Must be nice!” I said as he talked about some of his more exotic adventures.
“Yes, it is. I’d like to take you to some of those places one day. Maybe when you come back to town?” he said as he placed a hand on my thigh. At first, I didn’t realize what he was doing until he squeezed my leg.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a smile.
“Sorry, that was inappropriate. It’s just that I like you,” he said. He smiled and removed his hand.
I smiled and tried to wipe away what had happened as a lapse in his judgment.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he asked as the silence grew heavier and more uncomfortable.
“Not really,” I said. I wanted Tyler to be my boyfriend, but that was never going to happen.
“You’re such a nice girl. I’d do anything to make you my girlfriend.”
I was speechless for a few moments; his words had been unexpected. He must have realized I was uncomfortable with what he had said because he stammered and tried to cover up with more words.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that you are so damn hot, like I told Tyler, and I’d….”
“Wait, you told Tyler I was hot?” I asked, my ears picking that part up.
“You are!”
“It’s weird to talk about me with my brother,” I said. It was probably not weird. I’m sure boys talked about their sisters between each other, but it just seemed weird that he was talking about wanting to be my boyfriend with a boy I was fucking almost round the clock.
“Not really.”
“So what did he say?”
“He said you weren’t interested in men?” The statement was really a question.
I started laughing. Tyler was probably so afraid other men would come on to me that he thought he had to chase them off with lies.
“Is that true?” he asked.
“Of course not,” I said, smiling.
Tyler was crazy, I thought, grinning, and in that instant, I missed him. I wanted my first experience at a Broadway show to be with him. We had been talking about doing it for years, and he’d be disappointed if he wasn’t the first one to accompany me to my first Broadway show. Suddenly, I wanted to be with him at that precise moment. Even if he was with Stacey, I knew he’d not hesitate to dump her for me. If I wanted him, I guess I had to show it.
“Can we take a turn here?” I pointed to a street in front of me. “I want some ice cream,” I said to Jason as we passed a familiar street.
“Sure,” Jason said, eager to please me. I felt bad for him. He had no clue I wanted to go to that ice cream shop because I was hoping Tyler would be there.
TYLER
She saw me before I saw her, and the position she saw me in was too compromising for me to even start explaining. Stacey had some particle in her eye, and she had leaned over and asked me to check. I was just about to do that when Jenn walked in. To an untrained eye, it looked like I was kissing and cuddling with Stacey, and no explanation would appease Jenn.
When she saw me, she turned around to speak to someone. I noticed that Jason was behind her. Had she come here with Jason? I didn’t need to ask when I saw her link her hand with Jason’s and place an order for her ice cream. Jason looked around and saw me. He touched her shoulder and pointed toward me. She had seen me prior to Jason noticing I was there, but the look on her face was angrier that I would have expected. She looked like she was foaming at the mouth, and if I didn’t have to entertain Stacey, I would have simply taken off just to avoid seeing her. But we were in a gridlock because Stacey also saw her, and before I could say a word, she waved at them, inviting them over to our table.
Everyone said hello and I turned to Jenn. “So how did you know where to find me?”
“Who said I wanted to find you?” she said with so much anger in her voice I had to do a double take.
“I was just flattering myself, I guess.”
“Jason and I were on our way to a Broadway show and I thought we’d stop for some frozen yogurt first.”
“Excuse us. I need to talk to my sister for a moment,” I said to Stacey and Jason, and I grabbed Jenn’s hand and walked to the side of the room.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked as I pulled her along.
“Trying to talk some sense into you. Listen, you can’t go out with Jason. He’s bad news,” I said.
“What?” She was fuming.
“Jenn, you just met Jason. You can’t just go running off with him.”
“Look who’s talking. I’ll see you at home.” And with that, she walked right past me and smiled sweetly at Stacey before pulling Jason up and waltzing out of there.
If I had never been seriously mad about anything, that day would be first. I wanted to run after them and punch Jason in the face for taking my stepsister, no, my love away, but if I wanted her I guess I had to do more than just fuck her in private. I had to claim her and make her know she’s mine.
I returned to the seat; poor Stacey had no clue what had just happened. “Your sister is rather nice,” she said.
“Sometimes.” I tried to laugh and pass it off like a joke.
“Like all sisters,” she said, drawing closer to me.
“How’s your eye?” I asked. In the commotion of Jason and Jenn, I had forgotten I was supposed to be helping get whatever out of her eye.
“While you two lovers where busy fighting over there, Jason helped me out. I’m fine.”
“You mean siblings?” I asked, my heart beating in fear that we might have slipped up and said or done something that made us look suspicious.
“I would have said
siblings, but the way you look at her and the way she flips out when she sees you with another woman makes me wonder.”
“She’s just my stepsister. She can be impossible sometimes.”
Stacey smiled at me and the rubbed my hands. “I don’t care what you do with her as long as you don’t mess up what we’re trying to do.”
I looked at her and in that moment realized she could never be as polished as Jenn or as deserving of my affection. In fact, no one could ever match up with Jenn. I smiled at Stacey, a weak smile, and tried to eat my butter pecan ice cream, but I had lost my appetite. All I wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed.
JENN
The night turned out to be more fun than I had imagined. We had a late lunch and headed to Broadway to watch a show. I felt like I was betraying Tyler, but he had betrayed me first by taking that bitch to our favorite ice cream place and making out with her in public, humiliating me. Well, he didn’t really humiliate me since we weren’t together officially, but still, he was kissing and smooshing her in public, something he could never do to me.
After the show, Jason took me home, and except for a few lapses where his hands wandered to my hands or legs, he was a perfect gentleman.
“So will I see you tomorrow?” he asked as he opened the door for me.
I replied, smiling at him, “Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I’m so sorry about that. You’re just too pretty to ignore,” he said flirtatiously.
“It’s fine. I’m only teasing you.”
“I won’t let it happen again,” he apologized. “Unless you say it’s ok.”
I smiled at him. It wasn’t his fault the only person that would ever be allowed to touch me was Tyler, but the way things were going, he wasn’t going to be touching me either. His precious Stacey would provide all he needed. The more I thought about him and Stacey, the sicker I felt, and suddenly, I really did feel nauseous.
I bid Jason a quick bye, promising to call him in the morning. I needed to get to the bathroom before I vomited on my date. He waved at me and was saying something, but I was rushing too much to hear him talk. I barely made it to the bathroom when my entire dinner left my body.
“Jenn? Are you okay?” Tyler was knocking at the bathroom door. I hadn’t known he was home.
“Yes,” I said, hoping that was enough for him to leave me alone.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I said as another bout of nausea hit me. I had to stop eating food that made me sick.
I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, hoping to feel better and hoping that Tyler would be gone by the time I walked out. When I opened the bathroom door, I was surprised to see him leaning against the edge of the door, his hands on his hips.
“You’re not okay. You’ve been sick for almost a week now.”
“I’m okay,” I told him as I tried to push him aside and head to my room. But he followed me, and before I could open the door, he had opened it. Once I walked in, he locked the door and leaned against it.
“You need to tell me what is wrong. I want to help you feel better.”
“You don’t need to worry about anything. It’s probably just a stomach virus or something. Don’t worry about it,” I said, dismissing him. For a few moments, neither of us talked, then he broke the silence.
“Why did you go out with Jason today?”
“I didn’t know that was a crime.”
“Well, he’s a ladies man, someone I don’t want my sister dating.”
“Correction: stepsister. You’re in no position to tell me who to see. I don’t tell you who you see, Tyler. Besides….”
But he didn’t let me complete my next sentence. He took a few wide strides and was standing tall in front of me. He pulled me against him and planted his kiss on me. At first, I planned to resist, still smarting from seeing him with Stacey. But I let my body take control of my emotions, and for a few seconds, I forgot all about Stacey and Jason and kissed him back. He held me close to him, and we found ourselves against the wall of my bedroom.
“Tyler,” I murmured, but he was not in the mood to take things easy. I guess the thought of me with Jason must have made him mad.
“Baby girl,” he said as he took off my clothes faster than I can and dropped his sweat pants on the floor. “I’ve missed you,” he said to me as he held my bare skin to his, our skin touching and generating more warmth.
“I missed you too,” I said without thinking. I missed him a lot, actually.
His need for me was urgent, and before I knew what was happening, I was on all fours on the ground, my ass facing up and his cock rubbing my pussy, making me wetter by the minute. His other hand grabbed my breasts from underneath as one hand guided his cock into my pussy. Once he completely penetrated me, my entire body froze for a second at the sheer joy of getting his dick inside me. He noticed I had stopped, and he stopped too.
“No, no, please fuck me, Tyler.”
He didn’t need any more prompting; his cock went to work, digging, thrusting, and pounding my pussy until I was begging for mercy.
“Yes, please, some more,” I screamed as I took him deeper, my pussy tight around his cock and vibrating. He began to pump even faster, pushing so deep inside me I knew I’d come any second. I yelled as one thrust hit me so hard I swear he found the most sensitive spot in my body. We fucked like it was the last time we’d do it, pushing and pulling our bodies in unison.
“Fuck,” he yelled over and over again as he pounded me repeatedly.
“Yeah,” I yelled, and as he continued to fuck me, the warmth brewing until I felt myself explode in orgasm. He was not too far behind; he screamed my name so loudly I thought the neighbors would hear us.
“Jenn!” he screamed one more time as his cum flowed freely into me, filling my up like it usually did.
TYLER
After we came, I collapsed on her as I always did, smelling her hair, which reminded me of Jasmine. After a few minutes, we lay on the carpeted floor, trying to catch our breaths, my brain overthinking.
“So what are we going to do about us?” Jenn asked.
Her question surprised me, and even though I had been thinking so hard about what to do about us, I hadn’t made any final decisions. All I knew was that I didn’t want another man next to her, and I didn’t want to be without her. Complicated decisions.
“I don’t really know,” I said. Truly, I didn’t know. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to get it. I knew I wanted more from her, but I didn’t know how to let her know that or how it would work out.
“Well, I do,” she said, causing me to sit up to listen to her.
“Okay?”
“I like you,” she said, telling me something I already knew. “Do you like me?”
“Of course I like you too,” I said, wishing there was a way I could untangle the real feeling I had for her and tell her that I liked her more than just the like she thought. I liked her, like… like …. I loved her. The realization of how I felt for her shocked me.
“But we can’t keep fucking each other in secret,” she continued.
I nodded. I knew where this was heading. She was going to stop sleeping with me because she was with Jason, something I didn’t help by seeing Stacey. I couldn’t really blame her for wanting to move as far away from fucking her stepbrother as possible. And then, of course, she would like to have her own life, like move on with Jason or whoever she wanted. That was only reasonable. I had to agree with her even if it would kill me.
“You’re right, we can’t,” I said, waiting for her to complete her train of thought.
I wouldn’t be able to survive watching her hang out with another man while I still wanted her so badly. This should have been the moment I stopped her speech and held her in my arms and confessed to her that I truly wanted more from her and that we could try to work things to our favor. Maybe she’d even admit to liking me, or possibly, liking me a little more than just as a step-sib
ling. I could work with any amount of love she had for me.
“And the thing is that if Mom and Dad find out what we’ve been doing, we would be in trouble forever. I don’t want to lose your mom’s trust, or my dad’s either.
“No, we can’t let that happen.”
She was right about that. Since we were messing around with each other so much at home, we were bound to slip up one of these days and say or do something we shouldn’t.
“So, I think we need to think this thing through and do the right thing.”
I nodded. I knew what she was trying to say - we needed to stop fucking each other and go back to our old lifestyle. But that was impossible. I could never do that. It wasn’t what I wanted. All I wanted was to hold Jenn tight in my arms and tell her how much I wanted her to be with me, as my girlfriend. We could tell our parents we were dating. After all, we were both adults and not blood related. I didn’t see how that would hurt.
“And I’m sure you already know what the right thing is,” Jenn said, looking at me, her eyes full of excitement.
I was confused about why she would be excited about not having sex with me. I guess she was ready to move on with Jason or someone else and probably just wanted to finalize things with me before she did that. I tried unsuccessfully to sound cheerful. “I do, and if that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”
“Great, so what I want us to do is…” she started.
I braced myself, but instead of speaking, she got up and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her throwing up in the bathroom. Maybe she needed to see a doctor to take care of the bug. I ran after her, all snippets of our conversation forgotten. Maybe another time, but right now, I needed to make sure she was okay.
JENN
I was in the bathroom, the third time in three consecutive days I had been sick, wondering what was wrong with me and annoyed by the timing of my nausea. I was just about to tell Tyler that I wanted him so badly and wanted to see if he was open to us making our relationship public. I kind of thought he would be open to that since Stacey was just a distraction he didn’t really care too much about. I knew Tyler would get over Stacey as quickly as he got into her. It had taken me all night to come up with the best way to tell him what we could do to make things easier.
