I hated it and more than anything else I hated how his admission had opened up a bunch of doors that I would have preferred to stay closed.
In my previous relationships, I have never had one of my boyfriend’s get so jealous over me. Most just seemed content to let me blow them, but never had they acted the way Zayn had when they saw me with other guys.
Granted, they probably never thought I was sucking the other guy’s dicks too, but whenever I saw them with other girls, it took everything in me not to act like a jealous girlfriend.
But that only got me thinking about Zayn more and if I had to admit it to myself, I also stopped looking at Zayn as my brother as well.
I mean, what would it really feel like to date a guy like him. One that seemed to care about me beyond what I could do for him.
What would it really be like if Zayn were my boyfriend? And what would happen if our parents found out? The thought terrified me. But I needed to talk to Zayn. I needed to clear the air between us.
Chapter Four
The next night I was in the hallway between our rooms when I finally bumped into Zayn. The house was quiet and I knew for certain that our parents were already in bed.
Because of that, I guess you could say that I was emboldened to finally talk to him.
As he walked towards me, his head down, I noticed the beer bottle in his hand. He had been out drinking again. He didn’t notice me standing there and as he got closer, I cleared my throat, “Zayn?”
He looked up at me, coming to a stop in the hallway. “Yeah?”
“We need to talk.”
His voice hitched like he was about to say something but changed his mind. He just stared at me for a second before snatching his eyes away from my face. After of period of uncomfortable silence, I just spit it out. “We need to talk about what you told me the other day and you behavior afterward.”
Zayn crinkled his brow and started to walk past me, “That’s not something I want to talk about.”
I grabbed him by his arm, “But I want to talk about it.”
Zayn looked down at my hand on his arm before he jerked away from me and entered his room, slamming his door, almost in my face. I stood there dumb founded. This isn’t the way I expected things to go.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I walked to Zayn’s door and I let myself in.
Zayn was in the middle of taking off his shirt and I stood there and looked at his physic. I knew that Zayn had an amazing body but the last time I could remember seeing him with his shirt off was when I was in my mid-teens. His chest rippled with muscles and his arms bunched and stretched as he pulled his shirt the rest of the way over his head.
Then Zayn turned and faced me, rolling his eyes. “I said I didn’t want to talk Joy.”
I didn’t say anything. I just walked the rest of the way into his room and sat down of his bed, “I need to talk about it. Why can’t you understand that?”
“I understand.” He said raising his voice a little. “But not even I like being rejected over and over again.”
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“Sorry about what?” Zayn paced the room. “The fact that you were telling the truth about what I was feeling for you? You were just right Joy, the things I feel for you shouldn’t be there. I shouldn’t want you, my sister, the way that I do.”
I didn’t know what to say. But there it was again, the confession.
Zayn was staring at me intensely and I couldn’t hold his stare any longer. I looked everywhere around the room except at him.
“Joy,” he said. “Look at me.”
I still couldn’t look at him. The passion for me in his eyes was more than I could handle. When I still didn’t look at him, I watched as Zayn feet came closer to me, bending down on his knees in front of me and taking my hands into his.
“I know that you have a problem with the things that I am feeling and that all of this is very taboo, but all I ask is that you give me a chance. Give our relationship a chance.”
Zayn stopped talking and I focused on my hands in his, they was warm and firm and I knew that I could do much worse than Zayn. If he wasn’t my brother, I would have jumped at a chance to date him years ago. But he was my brother and I feared what a future between us would bring. But I knew that if I didn’t at least give it a try, that maybe I would regret this for the rest of my life.
Finally gathering the strength, I looked at Zayn.
“We can try.” I said. Finally the words had left my mouth and I knew that there was no taking them back.
Zayn looked shocked and then a second later, a smile split his face and he took my face in his hands and kissed me.
Our first kiss.
He consumed my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine, his fingers traveling up and tangling themselves in my hair. I had never been kissed like that before. It turned me on more than I have ever been turned on before with any other guy.
I tilted my head to the side and I started kissing Zayn back.
This kiss was making everything official. Zayn and I were really going to do this, the thought terrified me and I knew that our relationship was going to have to be top secret which was super exciting.
The more Zayn kissed me the more my pussy started to throb and this uncontrollable urge to have him between my thighs consumed me. I needed his dick to press up against me, rubbing me, giving me a taste of all the things that I knew I had been missing. I opened my thighs and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, bringing Zayn right where I wanted him. I kissed him back harder and moaned as his hard cock pressed up against me.
“Zayn, I want you.” I panted as I stood up and got on my knees on his bed, my jean clad ass facing him.
I turned my head and watched as he watched me, his hand slowly moving down my globes.
“We don’t have to do this, Joy, not if you’re not ready.” He said, making eye contact.
What Zayn didn’t know was that I was more than ready and he was the perfect person for me to have sex with. I twisted around until I was lying down, my back on the bed. Reaching down, I undid the button to my jeans and slowly started to shimmy them down my legs. I kicked them off and a second later my hands were on my black lace panties, pulling them down as well.
“Hold up,” Zayn said and my hands froze where they were. “I want to do it.”
I let out the breath I was holding, for some odd reason thinking Zayn was about to tell me he no longer wanted to really have sex. His hands slowly traveled up my legs until they were wedged between my knees. He slowly pulled them apart until I was spread eagle in front of him.
“I have always imagined doing this.” Zayn then came between my thighs, kissing up them until he was by my pussy. I felt him breathe on me and that sent a spike of heat up my spine. And when he kissed my swollen clit through my panties, my legs jerked and my thighs started to tremble. I lifted up off the bed and tried to press my pussy once again against his mouth. Zayn let me and I moaned uncontrollably as he started to suck my pussy through my panties.
“Zayn,” I moaned needing more.
He understood and as I thrashed on the bed, Zayn pulled my panties down the rest of the way. His tongue licked up, grinding against my exposed pussy and I was in heaven. I couldn’t control my moaning and squirming.
“Yes, umm.” I said grabbing his hair, pressing his face so close to my pussy that for a moment I wondered if he could breathe.
Zayn continued to eat me before concentrating all of his efforts on my clit. Heat spiked through me and a second later all of it seemed to rush down to my clit, building there until it erupted again, rushing through me as I had my first orgasm.
The heat stayed with me and sweat beaded between my breasts. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, luxuriating as the cool air in Zayn’s room washed over me. Zayn kissed my pussy one last time before standing up at the edge of the bed. I leaned up, resting my elbows behind me on the mattress as I watched him undress. My stepbrother had the best ph
ysic. His muscles were lean and everywhere.
When he finally got to his jeans and started to slide them down, along with his boxers, I watched as his dick sprang forward, excited to finally be let free. And my god what a dick it was. He was so fucking big, my pussy clenched in anticipation. But there was just one thing I needed to confess to Zayn before we began.
“Zayn?” I said as he started to crawl up my body, kissing me as he went, making my confession slowly slip out of my thoughts.
“Yeah,” he said. Settling between my thighs.
“I’m… I’m… still a virgin.”
Zayn leaned back away from me and chuckled. I could feel my face heat and it was suddenly hard to look at him directly, “What’s funny?”
“Are you sure? Because in you diary you were describing some very heated things?”
He didn’t believe me! “Yes! I did oral with my ex-boyfriends but I never let any of them fuck me.”
I suddenly wanted to get up. Pushing Zayn away from me, I started to reach for my shirt but his hands clamped down on my wrist and pinned them to the bed.
Zayn started to kiss up my neck as I laid there looking at the top of his head. “I’m sorry Joy, I didn’t mean to laugh at you. I believe you.”
His lips made it to my chin and he slowly pulled my bottom lips between his teeth before kissing me, my anger floating away. Zayn snuggled in between my legs and I reached down between us and pulled his cock closer to me, pressing him against my wet opening.
“Fuck me, Zayn.” I said, slowly easing his cock into me.
Zayn pressed the rest of the way into me and I moaned, half in pleasure and half in pain. I burned but when he started to move in me, the pain slowly faded away and the only thing left was pleasure. My nails scraped up his back and spine as he plunged into me, over and over again, taking my breath away. Spikes of ecstasy rippled through my body and I held on tight when Zayn really started to fuck my pussy. The sound of his coming in and out of me filled the room with the sound of our harsh breathing.
My body started to wound up again, but this time it was different. My pussy clenched powerfully around his cock and I was finding it harder to breathe every time his cock entered me. Then I broke, my whole body flushed and I couldn’t control my bucking against him as I broke into tiny small pieces and my pussy held on to him in a death grip. Zayn yelled out and a moment later, his seed spilled into me hot and molten. My pussy soaked up every last drop, satisfied and happy.
My legs dropped down from around his waist and I moaned my dissatisfaction as he slowly moved away from me. Breathing hard, I turned to my side and faced him. He was a beautiful man and he knew how to fuck. How did I get so lucky?
“So what are we going to do now?” I asked running my fingers through his hair.
“Your mine.” He said lifting up and kissing me.
I’m his. I smiled and slowly got out of his bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Back to my room. You know I can’t sleep here right.”
Zayn nodded and I rushed around his room in my nakedness picking up my things. When I made it back to the door I looked back at him lying there in all of his naked glory.
“Zayn?” I said, opening his door and stepping out into the hallway.
“Yes baby,” he whispered, his eyes already heavy with sleep.
“You know I’m not on birth control, right.”
Still sleepy, I watched his face as my words finally registered with his brain. Zayn’s eyes rounded like saucers as he bolted up in his bed, looking at me with disbelief. I smiled at him as I closed his door, walked down the hall to my own room and went to sleep.
The End
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