by Jenny Rose
“Honestly, Ray. I hadn’t given it much thought. I guess that since I knew you weren’t going to be my sister anymore, I made the move that I’d been fighting for years and the sex with you is incredible so don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You know that intensity and I know that I’m not imagining it but I also know that I’m leaving for California in a week and I’m not sure when I’ll be back since Hannah gets the beach house and we won’t be keeping the place in Dallas. Dad and Gwen got a place in Manhattan so I suppose I’ll just head home and we can see how things go from there.” I stared at him with tears in my eyes as I shook my head and kicked at the wave that tickled my calves and said,
“You know exactly how it’s going to go, Lance. Let’s at least be grown up enough to call it what it is: Goodbye sex.” I saw that this hurt his feelings to hear it almost as much as it hurt mine to say it but I had to be realistic about the situation and our lives were literally on opposite ends of the country and without the bond of our parent’s marriage, it was doubtful that he and I would have reason to cross paths, at least for quite some time. What was at first such good news to have me elated beyond words had quickly turned against me and morphed into what would become a painful memory of the day I realized that all good things must come to an end. He reached out and took my chin in his hand and tilted my face to look at him and he said,
“We still have a whole week to ourselves and I can’t think of any other way to spend it than completely enjoying every inch of your body.” There were my butter knees, I was wondering where I left those. I trembled as I fell into his arms, needing his strong embrace and the feel of his skin against mine and at that particular moment in time, I didn’t care if Hannah and Jason walked up on us both naked and in a full-blown sexual act because there was nothing more important to me than Lance and the time we had left together.
Chapter Nineteen
After letting Scott have a total piece of my mind over the phone, I went into the living room where Hannah sat on the couch, drowsily fighting the effects of her latest valium and I stood in front of her and the television. Finally deciding that I didn’t care about her feelings as Lance’s mother any more than she cared about my feelings as Scott’s quasi-girlfriend and I placed my hands on my hips as I said,
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore since you and Jason are getting divorced because you’ve been screwing my boyfriend but I’ve been screwing the hell out of Lance any time we get more than five minutes in the same room together.” The look on her face was probably as unique as the one on my face when she informed me of her and Scott. What did it matter now anyway? There would be no more family get-togethers or times where we had to be brother and sister for the photographer so I didn’t see any reason for us to have to hide the fact that if my vagina was a vehicle, he’s the five star mechanic who knows how each and every part works and how to make it run like a scalded dog. Nobody had ever fucked me as good or with as much intensity and passion as Lance and I was certain that I would never find anybody else that could hold a candle to his prowess.
I grabbed my things and threw them into the Jaguar then followed Lance into Houston where he checked us into the Four Seasons, where the two of us remained in bed for the better part of three days. Lance and I managed to have more sex in those three days than I thought was humanly possible, taking break only for eating a small snack, one of which actually turned into foreplay thanks to the fresh fruit provided. He was like an animal that couldn’t get enough and I felt as if the only way I could be satisfied is to touch him more and no matter how many times he brought me to my highest of heights, it seemed as if each time I came just a little bit harder which made me want to do it again to see if I could beat the time before it. Lance seemed to love the power he had over me and I was putty in his hands, even letting him do some things that I swore I’d never do pertaining to my back side and even though he was carrying a prize package, he still managed to deliver a painless and intensely satisfying experience unlike any I’d ever known. On the third day of our stay, he got a call from Hannah and when she asked if he’d seen me, I motioned for him to say that I’d already gone back to Florida. She thought he was handling business in Houston and had assumed that I was with him but when she learned that I was headed home, she said,
“Well, it’s probably for the best since your father and I have decided to work things out, after all. Come to find out, his little tramp was lying about the pregnancy and he found her tampons last week and she confessed to everything. I told him about Scott so we are just going to start over fresh and work on being a family again. Oh, Lance. Things couldn’t be more perfect than they are right now.” He looked down to me lying in his arms under the fine linens, naked and smiling and he said,
“I couldn’t agree more, Hannah. That’s wonderful news but can I call you back later? My meeting is about to start and I’m sort of supposed to lead the damn thing.” They said their farewells and he looked to me and began to laugh.
“Did you hear any of that or do I need to repeat the important parts?” I looked up to him as I kissed a short trail up his chest and said,
“Enlighten me.” He stifled laughter as he said,
“Well, you get to stay my sister.” I sat up in bed and shouted,
“What?” I jumped out of the bed and wiped the hair from my face with both hands as I turned in a circle, unsure of where to go or what to do but I knew that there was definitely going to be some backlash from the way I left things with Hannah. I didn’t want to think about it but as I tried to climb back into bed, Jason called and Lance took it as he laid in the bed, laughing at me with those magnificent eyes the entire time. When he got off the phone, he couldn’t contain his laughter and said that Jason and Hannah wanted us both to come to Thanksgiving and he hopes that your school year is a success.
“I hate you right now.” I stared at him blankly and he winked at me. “There’s no way I’m going to Thanksgiving this year and looking her in the eyes, knowing that she knows what we’ve been doing.” He laughed even harder as he repeated,
“What we’ve been doing? Tell me, Ray. Just what is it that we’ve been doing that you’re so ashamed of, I mean other than that leg up over like this thing we did?” He distorted his arm to twist awkwardly behind his head to mimic a particularly difficult move that he’d put me in a few days ago that required extra stretching beforehand and I decided then that I should work out more.
“I mean, you’re my brother for fuck’s sake.” He took something that I’d once said to him and used it right back on me.
“I’m not your brother, stop saying that. It’s creepy.” He tossed a pillow at me and tried to get me to calm down and I said,
“But what about Jason? He looks at me like his own daughter and it’s going to disappoint him so badly that out of all the women in the world, you had to go all predator stalk mode on your sister.” It was I who was now trying not to laugh as he feigned a look of shock.
“I’m not a predator, thank you very much. I’m like a little puppy that all the bitches flock to because I’m so adorable.” I rolled my eyes and sat back down on the bed as he raised up to kiss me.
“Relax, Ray. Nothing horrible is going to happen. Hannah knows and she didn’t fall over dead from a heart attack. I’m sure that if dad finds out, he’ll look at it like a rational adult and see that we are no longer children, we aren’t related and if we want to bang together like cymbals, we can.” He had a point but I hated feeling as if I was doing something wrong but at the same time, I loved the feeling that I was getting when I did the thing that was causing such confusion in the first place.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure dad knows that I’m fucking you.” I stared at him with my mouth agape and eyes about as wide as they’d go as I said,
“What are you talking about? What have you told him?” He just shook his head and said,
“Nothing, really but he knows that you and I were in Aruba together.” I cut him
off,
“He also knows that I had my own room and that you had other women in the room so he thinks you are a whore, not an incestuous bastard.” He smiled and reached up to place his hand on my cheek, slide it behind my neck and pull me close to him.
“It’s not incest, Ray. I’m not your fucking brother.” I looked to him and exaggeratedly stuck out my bottom lip as I said,
“But I thought you loved me.” This was probably the worst thing I could have said because he looked me in the eyes and said,
“I do.”
I knew I loved him too but I wasn’t sure to what degree because before I’d ever even thought about letting him touch me in any kind of sexual way, he was my brother and best friend and because of that, of course I loved him but now we were having the most amazing sex of our lives and mixed with that bond that is impossible to forge with anyone else, I loved him in a deeper yet extremely different way. I was in love with Lance and I didn’t want to mess up the vibe or change the situation in any way so I didn’t push the issue but I really wanted to know what kind of love he had for me. It would be very easy to let myself fall completely head over heels for him and if he gave me the slightest hint that he wanted us to try and be together, I can’t say that I would even fight the idea but I also needed to know if he was thinking about keeping me at arms’ length and returning me to sister status now that Hannah and Jason had decided to patch things up in their own marriage. It seemed like every time I turned around, there was something else interfering and trying to mess up my life.
Chapter Twenty
I returned to Florida after dropping Lance off at the airport and I’d never wanted to hold on to someone as much as I needed to hold on to him. There was no reason that I could see that I had to let him go other than he had to go live his life and school started back in a few weeks. I had a lot to do and wanted to get a few hours in the large pastry kitchen before classes recommenced so I could be brushed up on my skills. I’d let cooking slide since my affair with Lance had begun and as I sped down the interstate towards Florida, my thoughts kept going back to him and those blue eyes. I couldn’t help but fall in love with the Jaguar and I’d definitely have an interesting story to tell my friends about how I’d gotten it if I so chose but I thought it would be best if I kept out some of the major details of my relationship with my stepbrother. Part of me still felt like I should keep that part a secret from everyone that knew he was my stepbrother because I still felt as if we had done something wrong, especially now that our parents weren’t divorcing. My cellphone chimed and I reached over to check the message to see that it was from Lance. He had sent a photo of the crotch of his pants to show that his penis was enlarged in his slacks and it had the caption,
“Thinking of you, show me your boobs.” I smiled as I turned the phone off and stuck it back into the pocket of my purse, making note to take my phone with me the next time I stopped to go to the bathroom. I made it to a rest stop in about an hour after receiving his message and I went in to pay for some gas and grab some coffee. Deciding to oblige Lance, I asked where I could find the restroom and went into one of the stalls, lifted my shirt over my head and snapped a photo of my breasts. Shaking my head as I his ‘send’, I stuck the phone in my purse that hung on the hook on the back of the door, unzipped and pulled down my pants then hovered over the seat so that I could urinate without catching herpes.
I paid for a tank of gas and a coffee and as I left the store, another photo from Lance came through that told me he’d gone to the bathroom in the private jet and relieved himself from his predicament from earlier. My face grew red and I felt a throb between my legs as I thought of him masturbating to my pictures and I replied,
“Glad I could help” to which he replied,
“I miss you.” I did miss him and it was more than the way a sister misses her brother when she’s gone to school but more like the way the soul misses the body when death separates them. I felt lost and alone without him by my side and it was a torture that I wished I didn’t have to endure but would have to for the time being, which was a fate worse than death at this point, in my opinion.
The drive back to Florida seemed to take forever and when I finally arrived at my apartment, I dragged my luggage in, locked the door and went straight to bed for the next twelve hours. My dreams were haunted with images of Lance’s face and I was never able to touch him, no matter how hard I tried or how close I would get to him. Many times, my hand would reach out to his face and be only millimeters from his skin only to have him suddenly feet, yards or even miles away from me, steadily reaching for his only to be disappointed. I woke up feeling as if I hadn’t slept at all and after a bathroom break and snack, I went back to bed. The chiming of my phone told me that I had messages but I didn’t have the urge or energy to roll over so I could check them and within a few minutes, it began to ring and it was Lance’s tone so I snapped over quickly and reached for the phone.
“Hey.” I said groggily as I placed the phone to my ear.
“Hey yourself, gorgeous.” I didn’t feel so gorgeous at the moment but I didn’t tell him that I was a heaping pile of ugly at the moment.
“What’s going on, sexy?” I pictured his round ass in his boxer shorts walking down the hall of the beach house and a wide smile crossed my face as I closed my eyes and listened to his voice.
“I just wanted to hear your voice and I also wanted to tell you that you should wake up because there’s going to be a car there for you in an hour and I really suggest that you be dressed and in it.” He said goodbye and hung up the phone before I could even say a word.
Tossing the covers aside, I jumped up and ran to turn on the water in the shower and as it heated, I shimmied out of my clothes and tied up my hair before hopping in the shower and giving myself the quickest wash in human history. Unable to decide what to wear, I thought of what he could possibly be thinking and knowing how well he knows me, he knows that I’m trying to decide what to wear and as I picked up my phone to send him a message, I found that while I was in the shower, he had sent a message that simply stated: dress casual.
Lance was supposed to be in California right now and my mind raced as I thought of him being in Florida to surprise me and I couldn’t wait to be in his arms again even though it had only been a couple of days since I’d last seen him. Just as he promised, a car pulled up in promptly one hour and I went to the limousine that my gorgeous stepbrother had sent for me. Anxious that he was inside, my disappointment seemed to sink my lifted heart when I found it empty. I trusted that the driver knew what he was doing so I just sat back and anxiously waited to see what Lance had in store and as we headed to the airport, I began to grow more suspicious than anxious.
What in the world did he have up his sleeve?
The car stopped and I was ushered to a private jet on which I was the only passenger and the only flight attendant was a smiling woman named Grace, who informed me that our flight to California would be over before I knew it and that I should let her know if there was anything that I needed. Instead of Lance flying to see me, he decided that the best option would be to put me on a plane only hours after I’d driven halfway across the country? Men and their logic but I definitely wasn’t going to complain, that’s for sure. I was served with an ice cold drink and was even informed that I was due a full body massage in the plane’s private parlor and that definitely got my attention because the tension in my back was killing me. I informed her that I would take her up on that as soon as possible and she stated that any time after the captain announced that we had reached cruising altitude, she would be available. I sat back in my seat and took in a deep breath as I readied myself for an impromptu visit to California with not even a pair of underwear to accompany me, not that I planned on keeping them on much, anyway.
The flight was one of the best experiences that I’d ever had with the massage, drinks, quiet place to nap and variety of fresh fruits as well as food that didn’t appear to have been sitting under a hea
t lamp for three days then tossed into a microwave. I almost didn’t want to leave it but when I heard the captain announce that we would be landing in fifteen minutes, I began to get butterflies in my stomach and feel as giddy as a schoolgirl at the thought of seeing Lance again. Finding my shoes under my seat, I slid them on and fastened my safety belt as we descended and landed safely in LA and I was met by a driver instead of my stepbrother and I was immediately let down once again.
Deciding to call him once we got moving, he told me to calm down and that he would make it all up to me as soon as I saw him and I planned on holding him to it. I had to admit that the city was quite beautiful but we drove out of LA and headed down the coast for about another hour or so. Unaware of the exact amount of time we’d travelled because I’d fallen asleep, I woke up to see I was at a marina and there was a small boat with a man waiting for me who smiled and waved grandly as I appeared on the pier.
“You Ray?” He yelled as he shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. I could only assume that he had been sent by Lance since the only person who would send someone after me using the name Ray would be him, so I headed towards the portly man.
“That’s me.” I smiled as I walked towards his small craft, unsure if it was actually seaworthy.
“Mr. Burke is expecting you, right this way ma’am.” Trusting my life in the hands of the gray haired man in control of the small vessel, I boarded and took a deep breath as he headed us out to sea. Not far from shore bobbed a large yacht and I knew that something so extravagant had to belong to Lance. As we neared the beautiful boat, I saw the name across the aft of the vessel and it read Little Sister.
Chapter Twenty One
I was greeted with a large hug and I greeted him in return with a sensual kiss as he held my feet off the ground, holding me tightly as we kissed for what seemed to be an eternity before he pulled away and said,
