by Cindy Wilder
I looked at him and could see the sadness in his eyes as he spoke.
“She told him that we had sex and that I had taken her virginity. No matter how many times I have told him that I never had sex with her, he has refused to believe me. She went as far as to tell him she was pregnant by me and lost the baby. He's made my life miserable every chance he could. It's been two years, and he is still holding a grudge. My dad tells him that I'm lying about it. I never touched that girl. I didn't even like her. He's convinced that I did it to hurt him and has promised to get even with me. You saw what a jerk he is. He is definitely our father's son.”
I felt sick to my stomach hearing his words. That was what Brayden meant about Brad taking his woman. He was using me to get back at him for something that happened two years before. I had done nothing to deserve it. He knew I thought he was Brad when he came into my room. That's not nearly the same thing. I guess it would seem the same if Brayden convinced Brad differently. If I wasn't the one to tell Brad, then he would have every reason to believe his brother. I had to figure out how and when to tell him, but it had to wait until after the wedding. Something that huge would definitely put a strain on our parents. I was absolutely positive that my dad would lose his shit if he found out about it.
Why did Brayden tell me I had to do everything he said, I wondered? If he wanted to hurt Brad, wouldn't he just tell him what happened? Was he going to try to get me to do something sexual again? Maybe that was his game, I thought. Maybe he wanted me to do something with him knowing it was really him. That would be way more hurtful to Brad. There was no way I was doing anything with him again. I just had to figure out how to avoid him until after the wedding. That was going to be the hard part.
“What are you thinking about?” Brad asked, as he pulled me from my thoughts.
“How I want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up with you in the morning,” I answered. “I want to have one more amazing weekend with you before our parents change our lives.”
“It's not going to change anything between us when they get married,” he said. “We met and were together before we even knew about them.”
“You're going to be my stepbrother, Brad. That's too strange.”
“No,” he snapped. “We are grown adults. It's not like we grew up together and I took advantage of you. If I recall, you're the one that took advantage of me,” he said with a smile.
“Whatever,” I said with a laugh. “Are you going to tell everyone that?”
“Of course,” he answered. “You are not turning your back on us just because of our parents. I won't let that happen.”
“We'll talk about it after they say I do and are officially hitched. I won't let anyone ruin my dad's happiness. Your mom and him deserve love.”
“So do we,” he said. “Are you saying you don't want them to know about us?”
“I just want to wait until after their wedding day.”
“You're embarrassed of me, aren't you?” he asked. “You don't want your dad to know I'm the guy from school.”
“That is not it at all, Brad,” I said, as I turned around and straddled his legs. “I would never feel that way. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be you. I care about you so much. My dad is having a very hard time thinking about me and a guy being together. They are getting married in one week. I don't want to add any more pressure to him or your mom before then. He was genuinely freaking out when he thought I wanted to move in with a guy. I swear I didn't say anything about that. I was talking about living with girls. It was really bad. If he gets to know you better as his woman's son, maybe it won't be so bad when I tell him about us. I am only asking for one week, babe. If you still want to tell them after that, we will. I care about you. Please, don't ever doubt how I feel about you.”
He took my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. The comfortable, familiar feeling of his soft lips brought tears to my eyes. He was going to get every single bit of me until he had to work the following Monday morning. I wasn't going to let a moment go by that I wasn't showing him how much he meant to me. If it was going to be the last time I was ever with him, I wasn't going to have a single regret. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. When our lips opened and our tongues connected, it was a fight for power. I poured every emotion I had into that kiss. He pulled back and smiled.
“What's gotten into you?” he asked.
“I thought I wasn't going to be able to see you, and now I have you for the rest of the weekend. I want to spend every second in your arms, Brad. You're my everything. I hope you know I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Before he could answer, I pulled his shirt up and over his head. Then I began covering his chest with tiny kisses on my way down to his stomach.
“You look so damn good,” I said. “I love the way your muscles tighten when I kiss them.”
I undid the button and zipper on his pants and pulled on them. He moved his hips so I could get them off along with his boxers. I pulled them down his legs and winked as I threw them to the side. My tongue went out across my lips, and I looked directly into his eyes. I wrapped my hand around his already hard shaft and began to stroke him for the base to his tip. When I reached the top, I swirled my finger across it and spread the glistening drop around it. I lifted my finger to my lips and sucked it. His eyes widened, as I released my finger with a pop sound.
I continued trailing small kisses down his belly as I stroked him a little faster. His head went back, and I heard him moan. When I licked down at his base, his eyes opened. He watched as I licked slowly up his shaft and circled his tip with my tongue. My mouth opened, and I wrapped my lips around him. As I moved to take him into my mouth, a growl came from deep in his chest. The deeper I took him, the tighter his muscles became. When I reached the back of my throat, I stopped. His eyes were locked on mine. I opened my throat to take him even deeper. His hand went to the back of my head, as he wrapped my hair around it and guided me up and down his shaft. I grabbed the backs of his legs and sucked hard as I took him as deep as I could. He moaned again, and I kept going.
“Up here, baby,” he whispered.
I continued sucking him hard as he fucked my mouth.
“Tara,” he demanded. “If you don't take your mouth from around my dick, I'm going to fill it full.”
I looked up at him and smiled around his cock. Then I sucked him even harder.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. “You want me to fill that sweet mouth with cum?”
I nodded and he shook his head.
“Fuck,” he moaned, as he tightened his hold on my hair and fucked my mouth deep and fast.
I was the one that was shocked. He didn't hold back one bit, and I was thrilled. I wanted everything he had to give me.
“Tara,” he moaned. “So good, baby. Suck it harder. You look so damn good with my cock deep in your throat.”
I sucked him hard and took him deep. He growled out a roar as he pumped his juices into my mouth over and over. I swallowed every single drop before licking his cock clean. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.
“Your turn,” he said with a smile. “That was the most amazing blow job ever.”
I laughed as he came forward at me and pushed me onto my back.
“You want me the rest of the weekend?” he asked, and I nodded. “You got it, Tara. I'm going to make you come more times tonight and tomorrow than I have since we met. By the time I leave for work Monday morning, you're going to be so sore that you won't be able to move without feeling me between your legs. We aren't wearing one piece of clothing the entire time. Are you ready?”
I laughed and nodded up at him.
“Time to get you naked,” he said, as he pulled my shirt over my head.
He didn't waste a single second removing all of my clothes. Before I knew it, he had my legs spread and his face buried between them.
“You're so wet, Tara,” he said, as he looked up at me.
He licke
d and sucked my clit. I was moaning in seconds. It wasn't going to take much. I was already worked up from sucking him off. He entered me with one finger, as he took my clit between his teeth. My hips were meeting his thrusts into me. When he added a second finger, I was done. My hand went to the back of his head, as I held him against me. My hips were off the ground, as he fucked me with his fingers. I couldn't help the moans that came from me over and over. He hooked his fingers and I cried out, as I came hard around them. He continued his assault on my clit as I rode out my intense orgasm. My body relaxed, and I was exhausted. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that Brad was rock hard.
“Damn,” I whispered. “We can't waste that.”
I got up and crawled to him. He was already on his back, so I moved up and straddled him. His hard cock was ready and waiting for me. I slid up and down it, until it was wet from my juices and he was moaning my name. He had his hands behind his head, as he watched me. I leaned over, grabbed the packet from his jeans, tore it open, and rolled it down his hard shaft. When I looked down at him, I knew I wanted more with him. I claimed his lips and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, as I moved on his cock to take him inside of me. He grabbed my hips and rocked in and out of my pussy. I sat up and looked down at him. Then I leaned back with my hands on his thighs, as I lifted up and then moved back down taking him deep inside of me. He let out a growl, as I continued to ride his cock. My head was back and my eyes were closed. I was lost in the moment. Brad reached up and pulled me to him. He kissed me hard and grabbed my hips before thrusting into me hard and deep. I gasped when he rolled us over and hovered above me. With one hand on each side of my head, he rocked into me and moved me up the blanket. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held tight to his back. My legs went around his waist as I moved to meet each thrust. I was crying out his name over and over. There was nobody to hear us, and I let it all out. He pumped into me hard, as I tightened my grip and bucked my hips up to meet his.
“Brad,” I cried out. “Fuck, babe.”
He looked down into my eyes, and I thought I was going to lose it. Tears slid from the side of my eyes.
“Harder, Brad,” I moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
He did as I requested and I exploded around him. His release immediately followed mine. I loved the feeling of his dick twitching inside of me. He leaned down and kissed me. When he sat up, he didn't pull out of me right away. He was looking down at me, as his eyes scanned my body.
“Tara,” he said.
I waited for him to continue, but he just sat there. He got up and walked away but was back in moments. When he got down on the blanket behind me, he covered us up and pulled me to him. My back was against his chest, and I could feel his warmth comforting me. Being with him was amazing. There was no comparison. The connection we had was perfect. It felt right when he touched me. I felt like I belonged with him. It wasn't the awkward feeling I had with Brayden. I knew something was wrong that night. Why didn't I push him away? I thought he was Brad and didn't want to upset him. My mind wouldn't stop. The guilt was so unbelievable. My heart was breaking.
I tried to fall asleep but couldn't. His breathing was low, and I knew he was asleep. When I turned in his arms, I looked at his face. He was so calm and relaxed. Brad was the sweetest most caring man I would ever meet. I couldn't lose him. He had to forgive me. There had to be a way. I wrapped my arms around his chest, and tried to stay awake. There was no way I wanted to miss one moment with him. He was it for me. Brad was the man of my dreams. What was I going to do, I wondered? I rubbed his cheek and leaned in to kiss it before closing my eyes.
“You have no idea what you mean to me. I just hope you can forgive me,” I whispered.
What upset me the most, was that his brother could do something so mean to his own family. I didn't know him, but Brad was his own brother. They were twins. It was just as bad that he was doing it to me. I had never done anything wrong to him. Why ruin my happiness? I guess he just saw it as revenge. How could one of them be so sweet and caring and the other be such an asshole?
When I opened my eyes, I looked over to see Brad watching me. He was so perfect. My heart hurt so badly. I didn't do anything to hurt him on purpose but wasn't sure he would ever see it that way. Was I going to lose him? What was it going to do to my dad and Jen? There was no way I would ever be able to live in their house again. When the wedding was over, I was leaving. I just had to get my dad to keep the apartment through the summer. Was there a way for me to stay away and keep our parents from finding out about what happened with Brayden? If my dad found out, I wasn't sure how he was going to feel about me. It was bad enough I was with Brad. He was going to have a hard enough time with that. If he found out about Brayden, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I didn't want him to think badly of me. He was always so proud, and I wanted to keep it that way.
“What are you thinking about?” Brad asked.
“So many things,” I whispered, as I rubbed my hands down his bare chest. “I'm going to look for a job. I want to save up some money. I'm going to ask my dad to keep the apartment for the rest of the summer. He said he would when I first got home, but I told him not to. I'm hoping the offer is still open. I want to stay here until I go back to school.”
“Why would you want that?” he asked. “I thought you were happy to see me. We would see each other every day. You don't want that now? My mom said you liked your room. You seemed to get along with her.”
He ran his hands through my hair. I leaned into him and hugged him.
“They are getting married next weekend. It's really strange to me. Your mom is amazing. She's already been so helpful and accepting of me. I can tell that she cares about my dad. I'm very happy for the two of them. I've been an only child for nineteen years. Being in the house with all of you is a little overwhelming. It's not you. I would love for you to stay here with me. You have no idea how much I care about you, Brad. I don't want to live in a house as your sister. I don't want brothers. I know that's not right. I should be accepting of the whole thing. I'm going to stay there until the wedding. I want them to have their day. I won't let anyone ruin that for them. Once it's over, I'm going to make some changes. I hope you'll stand by me. The thought of you walking away from me breaks my heart.”
“Nothing you could do could change the way I feel about you,” he said. “You're the most amazing person I know. The moment I saw you and you looked away from me, I knew you were going to be mine. Getting to know you in class was amazing. I got to see all different sides of you. You have made me feel every emotion there is. When I walked into your dorm that day, I knew I needed to take care of you. When we made love for the first time, I knew you would have my heart for as long as you wanted it. I know this stuff between our parents is awkward, but I will never let that stop me from being with you. We belong together, Tara. You belong with me. There's nothing that could change that. If you don't want to live there because of them, I'll understand. I just need to know that it's not because of me. You don't want to tell them about us. I don't know if you're afraid of what your dad will say, if you think they'll think it's wrong, or if you don't think I'm good enough.”
“It had nothing to do with you, Brad,” I said. “I don't know why you're here with me. You deserve so much better than me. You are so smart and so damn sexy. I can't help the way I feel. I care more about you than you will ever know. I worship the ground you walk on. I'm still not good enough for you. You deserve the best. I am not the best.”
“What if I think you are?” he asked. “I want to live with you next year at school. I don't want to live with a bunch of guys and see you on the weekends. I want to see you every day. It doesn't matter to me if we eat microwave meals for dinner every single night or if we live in a tiny apartment that only has one room in it. I want to be there with you. The thought of not living in the same house as you for the rest of the summer sucks. It will be hard to see you after work. My mom will notice if I never come home. Your dad's done so
much around the house. I feel kind of sad that my mom doesn't need me, but I also feel relieved that I can have a life and don't have to take care of everything. Why is it so bad that I want to see you? If you don't want to see me.”
“It's not that I don't want to see you. Please don't get upset. I want to see you every moment of every day. It's not at all what you think. My dad would kill me if I brought up living with a guy next year. I would love to live with you. I'm a mess right now. I just want to spend every moment with you before we have to go back there. Everything was perfect before I had to go home. I wish I could have just stayed at school. I need to get through this wedding. I'm not sure anyone will be talking to me when it's over. I just need to get through next weekend without losing everything I have ever known.”
“What's going on, Tara?” he asked.
“This is just harder than I thought it was going to be,” I said, as I nuzzled into his chest and closed my eyes.
We spent the rest of the day and night in each other's arms. I knew it might very well be my last moments with him. It was like life was playing some kind of a joke on me. My life was perfect. I had given myself to the one man I knew I would want forever. That all changed in one night. It was my fault, but I didn't know. It made no sense to me when I thought about it. How could I expect Brad to understand and forgive me?
I soaked up and appreciated every single second I had with him. We never even put clothes on. There was enough food in the apartment to get us through the time we were there. I showed him my room. He laughed at the posters I had on my wall and the girly things I had on my shelves. I showed him more pictures of me with my parents and some of just me at different events.
We made love four times that day, and I made sure to show him as much pleasure as I possibly could. The time flew by. Before I knew it, he was leaving for work Monday morning. I had stayed up most of the night watching him sleep and crying over what I was about to lose. It was all because of some stupid lie some slut in high school made up. I should have known. How could I not have known? It was the one question that was tearing me up inside.
