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by Angel Honey

  So I let him take my hand and pull me onto the coaster.

  Sinking onto the hard metal seat, I winced. The skirt I’d put on that morning was a little short—I guess I hadn’t been thinking of how the sun treats metal after a few hours. I shifted impatiently until the heat died down and Daniel quirked a brow at me.

  “You okay, Kat?”

  “I’m fine,” I said. I should have planned my outfit better, but I wanted to look cute. I admit that seeing pictures online of the girls Daniel is dating has made me a little competitive. He and Brian were always there for me and were such great older brothers—so great, in fact, that no one in college even came close to winning my heart the first year.

  I’ve gone on dates that ended with chaste kisses at the door. But to go farther, I was going to need someone who was at least almost as good as one of my brothers.

  The roller coaster attendant pushed down the heavy bar and locked it into place, then continued down the line to do the same for other riders.

  “You okay?” I guess Daniel noticed the paleness of my skin or how my breathing had sped up. He took my hand and laced our fingers together.

  “Just scared,” I said, licking my lips.

  “It’ll be okay.”

  “I know,” I said. “You’re here.”

  He smiled and squeezed my hand before letting it drop. “Always will be.” Suddenly I felt cool, even with the sun screaming overhead. Him holding my hand was the warmest I’d been in a long time—and I didn’t like losing it.

  Pushing aside the feelings that were too confusing to catalogue, I worked up a smile as the chain of cars lurched forward and out onto the track.

  So this is how I die.

  The coaster had one loop almost right away, and I felt everything in me clench and drop as we approached it. Just as we started up—and it was so fast that I could barely process it—Daniel’s hand came down hard on my leg, just above the knee. His rough fingers stroked my bare skin softly, reassuringly, even as we soared through the upside down loop and kept going.

  I laughed with relief.

  Daniel’s hand stayed there for the rest of the ride.

  I don’t know if it was the adrenaline of the roller coaster or the way my brother’s hand made me feel when his thick fingers slid over my sensitive skin, but my knees were shaking by the time we were released from the seat.

  “I can’t believe you got her on,” Brian said, waiting with Dad at the walk-out point. “She swore she wasn’t going to get on one of those death traps,” he said, raising his voice to mock me.

  “I guess she just likes me better,” Daniel laughed, pulling me against his side. I smiled weakly, distracted by the heat of his body.

  “No way, big brother,” Brian said, reaching for me and dragging me over to him. “I’ve always been her favorite.”

  “You’re both her favorites,” my stepdad chimed in, and I grinned at him for defusing the situation. For the past two years, whenever we’ve all been together, my brothers have fought over my affection and time like two dogs over a particularly juicy bone. I guess being apart so far apart for the first time since my Mom married the man who adopted them was as hard on them as it is for me.

  “Let’s get something to drink,” I said, grinning and pointing toward a vendor that was selling icy lemonade in tall cups with straws. The idea of swallowing something cool and refreshing was like Heaven to me, with the way the sun blazed overhead. My fair skin was already getting just a little red—I hadn’t done anything outdoors since exams and I knew I was going to look a little like a lobster by the end of the day.

  We walked over to the vendor and Dad paid for four lemonades. There were slices of lemon floating in the cups and when I took a sip, the sweet and sour tastes exploded on my tongue. It was absolute perfection.

  “She must like it,” Daniel said to Brian, nudging him. I blushed, realizing that I’d been drinking with my eyes closed, my face a mask of complete ecstasy.

  “You just wish you could put this look on a girl’s face,” I bit out, then winced when Dad raised an eyebrow. Daniel laughed and Brian cleared his throat.

  “What’s next?” Daniel wiped his brow and turned his warm eyes toward the south slope of the park. We’d explored a lot of the different places around us, but not there yet.

  “We should look for something with a bit of cover,” Brian said, scanning my shoulders in the halter I wore. “It looks like Kat is getting a bit of a sunburn.”

  I was surprised he’d noticed.

  “How about the funhouse?” Daniel chimed in. “It’s almost always empty. I used to go there in high school with…” He trailed off and grinned, then shrugged. The motion made his shirt rise up so that I saw the flat, ridged muscles of his abdomen. My mouth ran dry and I took another, longer sip of the lemonade.

  “Whatever you kids want,” Dad said. “I’m just happy that I can get my boys and girl out to spend a day with their old man.”

  “I’ll always spend a day with you,” I said to Dad, moving to sling an arm around his waist. Even though he’s more than 20 years older than me, he’s still really good looking. I think he stays in shape so that Mom won’t get eyes for her younger coworkers, honestly.

  “Let’s play funhouse hide and seek,” Brian said. “Remember Daniel?”

  “Yeah,” our brother said. “God, we haven’t done that in years.”

  “How does that work?”

  “We split up inside and then we have to find each other. The whole place is a cavern and there are two different levels. It’s like a maze. We’ll be able to hear each other, so try to keep the heavy steps to a minimum. The last person to evade the group wins the prize.”

  “What’s the prize?” I asked, my mind conjuring up imagines of crisp twenty dollar bills. One thing about college is that they don’t exactly pay you for going to class. And since I’m studying chemistry, I spend a lot of time in labs, working closely with my professors and generally trying to get set up so that when I’m ready for grad school in a few years, I can get in easy with a scholarship or assistantship.

  “Loser makes dinner,” Dad said. “I’m not letting my kids gamble with money.”

  “Don’t be such a prude,” Brian laughed, but then cut himself off when Dad raised a stern eyebrow.

  “I could go for a home-cooked meal,” I said. “You’re on.”

  We walked slowly down toward the house of mirrors and finished our drinks before going up to the platform where the bored attendant let us in with a shrug. My brother was right. It was dead in here.

  We parted ways, agreeing that we each had five minutes to get away from the group. Once I turned a corner down a mirrored hall and was alone, I was overwhelmed by just how creepy this place was.

  Five minutes passed and I didn’t hear anything from any of the guys. I found myself in an alcove with two exits and decided to take a stand there, figuring that I would hear them coming and then beat a hasty (and silent) retreat down the opposite hall.

  Seconds stretched to another ten minutes and still I heard no one. It was getting creepier. The lights glittered off the mirrors and every move I made was magnified by the glass all around me. Some of the mirrors were funhouse mirrors that distorted things, tricking the eye. Others were just long, straight mirrors that reflected reality perfectly.

  I walked up to one, keeping my eyes open for the guys. I looked a little more wrecked than I expected from the roller coaster ride. The color in my cheeks was bright and my eyes were wide and shining. Under my halter, I could see the stiff press of my nipples and realized that this probably wasn’t the best shirt hanging out with my brothers and Dad all day.

  Even if they were still the sexiest men I’d ever laid eyes on.

  Sighing and leaning against the mirror, I looked at myself in another mirror across from me. Slowly, I let one hand slide down and settle on the soft weight of my breast. Experimentally, I ran my thumb over the tight bud of my nipple.

  It felt…good.

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nbsp; Closing my eyes for just a second, I remembered the feeling of Daniels’ fingers on my leg as the rollercoaster roared over the tracks. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but the feeling had made me more excited and nervous than the rush of air over my skin and the sound of metal on metal.

  For the hundredth time I asked myself and whoever else was listening why I was cursed with this damn attraction for men who would never look twice at me.

  My nipple tightened as I slowly stroked it and I sighed, biting my lip as I felt an answering ache from between my legs. I needed to stop. I needed…

  I heard something.

  My eyes flew open and met with Daniel, who was standing across from me at the entrance to one of the mirrored halls.

  “What are you doing, Kat?”

  “I—um.”

  “Why are you touching yourself here?” His voice was the merest whisper that I could already tell wouldn’t carry. He stepped closer and I felt the heat of him, the spicy scent of his cologne wash over me.

  “Daniel, I’m sorry.” My hair fell in my face when I looked down. “I just…I was thinking about some stuff and I lost track of time. Please don’t tell anyone.”

  “I won’t…” He trailed off and scanned my body, taking his time over my nipples and the juncture of my thighs. “It’s just.” He cleared his throat. I stifled a groan, knowing that whatever relationship my brother and I had was ruined by what he’d seen. He was obviously uncomfortable around me. He could barely speak.

  “What is it?” I got ready for his disdain. For him to use that sparkling ability for public speaking to lambaste me.

  Instead he looked at me with heat in his eyes.

  “I’ve never wanted to touch anyone more,” he admitted. “I stood there and watched you and said nothing, because I couldn’t look away from your hands on your own perfect tits.”

  “Daniel…”

  “I know you’ve been pissed that I haven’t been in touch, but I’ve been trying to break the fucking spell you have own me, Katty.” He pushed a hand through his hair, frustrated.

  “Daniel…” I said again, moving closer.

  “Stop.”

  “No, wait…” I wanted to reach out and comfort him. I wanted to touch him. The pulse between my legs was stronger than ever.

  “Stop it, Kat.” When I took another step forward, he snapped.

  He took my hand in his and pressed it to the front of his pants. Beneath the stiff fabric, I felt his large, thick erection.

  I looked at him, shock filling my eyes—and wetness slick between my legs. He expected me to pull away, but I didn’t. Instead I slowly moved my hand against him, testing the thickness and length of his shaft.

  “I like it,” I said shyly. “I do.” My blood started pumping harder as he looked down at me with his dark eyes. There was so much in that look that I’d never expected to see from him—pure desire, the longing to eat me alive in great, greedy bites.

  And I felt it too. After so many dates where having to kiss at the door was a chore, I finally felt something more than just blah. I felt sparkle. I felt heat. It pooled between my legs and radiated up toward my breasts, which suddenly felt too heavy and swollen. It was being near him.

  But it’s wrong.

  In everything but blood, he’s my brother. He’s one of the only men I can’t have—and one of the only men I want.

  And if I don’t have him, I’ll never feel this again.

  I looked up and him and we were lost.

  Daniel took my mouth in a rough kiss while I slid my hands up his broad back and closed my eyes, sinking into the rush of our mouths meeting.

  When he spun me around, I gasped. Looking at the two of us in the mirror was an erotic thrill that surpassed any I’d ever known before. When his broad hand skimmed over my waist, pushing aside the fabric of my shirt so he could stroke my smooth skin, I watched and felt my breath catch.

  “I tried not to think of you,” he rasped in my ear, pulling me tighter against him so that his erection was pressing into my ass. “Tried not to jerk off every night imagining fucking my little sister. Tried to forget the way your ass looked in those shorts the day you moved into college.” The hand at my waist pulled me back tighter to him while his free hand groped my ass. I gasped and arched my back.

  “Did it work?”

  “What do you fucking think?” he asked, then pressed his wet mouth to my neck, kissing the delicate skin. It was like sparks went off inside me—I moaned and relaxed into him, my half-open eyes staring at the two of us in the funhouse mirror.

  When his hand pushed into the waistband of my pants, I bit my lip. I didn’t look like me anymore. I looked wild and wanton, like someone who was just on the verge of being completely ruined.

  “Tell me you want this.”

  “What if they hear?”

  “Tell me you want this, Kat.” Daniel’s hand played with the waistband of my panties, and fuck, I wanted him to go lower more than anything. I was aching for it.

  “Daniel…”

  “Now, or I’m going to stop.” He used his other hand to pinch one of my nipples through my shirt, making it harder so that I moaned.

  “Tell me.”

  “I want this.” I’d tried to deny it for so long—but it hadn’t worked. And I did want it. I was already soaked, hot, and ready for him to slide his fingers over my too-aroused flesh.

  He started by stroking me softly through the crotch of my panties, pressing the soft fabric against my soaked cunt. I sighed and tried to calm my shaking. His touch was everything I’d imagined and I was fascinated with his stern look and large body behind mine, every motion reflected in the mirrors surrounding us.

  I moaned when his fingers slipped under the edge of my panties and made contact with my skin. Daniel smiled and started stroking, fingering my soaked hole and using the moisture to rub circles around my clit while I tried not to breathe too hard. In the back of my mind, I knew Dad and Brian were around somewhere. I couldn’t let them see this. Couldn’t let them know what Daniel and I were doing with each other.

  “I love the way your pussy feels, Kat,” Daniel said, biting down softly on my earlobe so that I had to bite back a sigh. “Love the way you rock your hips back on my fingers.” I couldn’t help moving. The bright Technicolor feelings he was creating were too strong to stay still. “Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to make your pretty pussy orgasm?”

  I nodded and he grinned. “Ask.”

  “Please make me come,” I whispered, looking away from the mirrors with embarrassment. I was already so close and knew that even if Dad walked around that corner right now, I wouldn’t want to stop. I’d want Daniel to deliver on the promise his fingers were making. As I got closer, my breathing came faster. My heart was pounding and my legs were shaking and then just as Daniel slid his fingers around again and pushed me over the edge—

  --Brian walked into the alcove.

  “What the fuck are you doing to our sister?”

  I came as his eyes locked with mine, slumping back against Daniel’s strong body as I quivered and tried to stay on my feet. “Oh god, oh god,” I said in the merest whisper, unable to believe that I was having the best orgasm of my life at the hands of one brother while another watched.

  “Fuck.” Daniel muttered, but his fingers twisted again, prolonging my orgasm. “It’s not what it looks like.”

  “It couldn’t be anything else,” Brian said. “You have your hand down her fucking skirt.”

  “I wanted him to,” I said, desperate to make sure Brian didn’t get the wrong impression. Daniel was still lazily stroking my wet flesh and I yanked away from him then took a few steps toward Brian who was looking at me with something like a mix of disgust and intrigue.

  In the mirror, I could see myself, all wild hair, stiff nipples and my panties peeking out of my skirt where it had ridden up.

  His eyes were fixed on my body as I reached him. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

  “S
orry I had to see my little sister fuck our brother? Why?”

  “It’s just…I’ve met so many guys at college and none have lived up to the two of you or Dad. I started to think maybe all this sex stuff wasn’t for me…and tonight, I learned differently.”

  “That was your first orgasm?”

  “It was.” I nodded and looked down, my hair falling in my face. When I finally looked up again, my brothers were exchanging looks and Brian looked less upset.

  “Lived up to us. Me and Daniel? You’re saying you want both of us?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, ashamed.

  Before I could continue, Brian’s hand was on my panties. “Wow, you really soaked these,” he said. “Letting your big brother’s hand stroke that tight little pussy must have really been a turn on for you.”

  “It was, wasn’t it, Kat?”

  “It was...” I whispered, then gasped when Brian dropped to one knee.

  “You know Daniel and I have always been competitive,” he said. He yanked down my panties and helped me step out of them, then pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, baring my pussy to his hungry gaze. “I have to see if I can do better.”

  Then he leaned forward and put his lips right on my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I shuddered on a long, low moan as his tongue worked its way up and down the length of my sex. I leaned back against the mirror behind me while my brother’s tongue worked its magic between my thighs. Pleasure overcame shame as he laved my swollen flesh. And then I felt something hot and heavy in my hand.

  “Stroke me,” Daniel said, encouraging me to run my hand up and down his engorged shaft. “Watching you like this…I need to cum.”

  “I’ve never…”

  “Then it’s a good time to learn.”

  I stroked him as Brian sucked and licked me until I thought I would explode. But every time I got close, moaning and pressing myself harder against his face, he’d back off and use his tongue more lightly, teasing me until I would have done anything to grasp the pleasure he offered.

  “Please,” I said in a broken whisper.