“Sorry if I was being a little over protective at the bar,” Brandon said as he walked towards her. “I just wanted to let Jake know that there was no way in hell I was going to let him take you home.”
Kylie let out a nervous laugh and graciously took the cup of wine. Yes, she was already pretty buzzed. But she didn’t care. She liked the way she was feeling, and didn’t want it to stop.
“No it’s okay. It shocked me a little when you put your hand on my thigh, but I didn’t mind it. Actually, it was kind of nice,” she admitted. “The only time I felt awkward was when Jake put his arm around me. I didn’t really like that.”
Brandon grunted and swallowed half of the wine in his cup. “Yeah. I didn’t quite like the way that made me feel either.”
Kylie, surprised, laughed and scooted further up the bed until she was sitting cross-legged against the headboard. Her tiny shorts barely covered the essentials, and with her legs folded the way they were, it made it impossible for Brandon not to notice. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.
“How did it make you feel, brother?” Kylie asked, intrigued.
Brandon rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes. “Please don’t call me that. It’s not like we’re related. You’re not my sister,” he pushed.
Kylie shrugged, enjoying teasing him. “Maybe not by blood, but you’ve always looked out for me like a brother.”
She watched as several emotions passed over Brandon’s face at once. Finally, he sighed and reached out to stroke her cheek.
“For a long time I looked at you like a sister,” he admitted, his voice low and full of sin. “But this last week, and probably from here on out; I won’t look at you like a sister again.”
Kylie’s heart went into overdrive as she felt a surge of wetness splash over her panties. “You won’t?” She rasped.
Brandon shook his head, leaning closer. “I can’t,” he whispered. In one swift motion he raised his hand and captured the back of Kylie’s head, pulling her close to him so that his lips could mold perfectly over hers. She moaned in pleasure as soon as they made contact, and Brandon quickly pulled her into his arms, not caring one bit that the wine in her cup splashed over his. Throwing his empty cup to the side, Brandon used both hands to pull her up until she was straddling his lap.
Her kiss had been tentative at first, but as soon as Kylie was in his lap she changed gears. Her lips and tongue were playing sensually over his, licking and nibbling and suckling as her fingernails scratched over the fabric of his t-shirt. She wanted him, as much as he wanted her, of that Brandon was absolutely sure. Still, he needed to hear her say it. Painfully he wrenched his lips away from hers, leaving them both panting.
“Tell me you want this,” he groaned, his green eyes begging for truth. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you,” Kylie whispered back immediately. “I don’t want to stop.”
That was more than enough of an answer for Brandon, and with a heady moan he brought his lips back to hers as his hands tugged down the white flowing tube top. Her breasts, small but pert, bounced as they were let out of their confines. Brandon nearly lost his mind when he felt the small mounds fit perfectly into his hands, and he prayed that he could keep his cool.
Breaking the kiss, his mouth travelled down over her chin and to her neck, where he kissed and lapped until he found her weak spot. Gently he bit down, and he felt her entire body shiver and spasm as her erogenous zone was triggered. He loved the way she trembled in his arms and he yearned for more.
“More,” he whispered, kissing over her collarbone and down her to the swell of her breasts. “Give me more.”
His mouth clamped down over right nipple as his fingers gently pinched her left. Immediately he felt her body shiver again and all too perfect moan of pleasure escaped through her lips and into his ear. At his pelvis, he could feel her hips rocking back and forth, riding the ridge of his erect cock through their jean shorts. She moved like a woman in need of a release, and Brandon had never felt anything more arousing.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. In between them, she let her hands wonder down to the waistband of Brandon’s pants, and she dipped her hand into the fabric. Her fingertips brushed sensually against the sensitive tip of Brandon’s cock, and he hissed and moaned as she felt around for a firmer grasp.
“You’re so big,” she moaned, loving the way he throbbed in her hand.
“Every night,” he told her, pulling her off of his lap and laying her back onto the bed. “Every night since I’ve come home I’ve felt this.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing the large muscular chest and abdomen that he had accrued over years of hard military service and training.
Kylie gulped as she took his Adonis-like body in, ready to see what was hiding beneath his jeans. “Please,” she begged, pulling her tube top and strapless bra up and away from her. “Please show me.”
Brandon gave her a wicked smile, and shook his head. “Not yet,” he breathed. “Not until I fulfill at least one of my fantasies.”
Before Kylie could ask what he meant, Brandon’s lips were at her breasts again, suckling and nuzzling while his hands made quick work of her daisy duke shorts and black lace thong. He tossed the clothes to the side as if they were the most annoying thing in the world, and proceeded to quickly burrow his head between Kylie’s lean thighs.
“Oh!” Kylie gasped as his tongue found the golden spot, dipped in honey and ready for him to eat. As soon as he tasted her juices he became like a man possessed; wanting more and more of her as fast as she could flow. Like a wicked game, he played his tongue expertly over her engorged, sensitive clitoris and dipped it in between her wet, parted lips.
With intense pleasure coursing through her, Kylie arched her back and gave herself up to Brandon’s wicked tongue. If his skillful technique wasn’t enough to turn her on, his sounds of pleasure definitely were. His moans of need and arousal were the sexiest sounds Kylie’s ears had ever heard, and she knew as she listened to them that there would be nothing in the world that would ever sound so sweet to her.
Her first orgasm came on quick and strong, making her entire body shudder with pleasure. Unable to help herself, Kylie’s orgasm squirted into Brandon’s willing and ready mouth, making him roll his eyes in the pleasure of it all. She never wanted him to stop, but at the same time wanted to know what it would feel like to be fully, deeply, connected to him.
“Please,” she moaned, her thighs shaking from both pleasure and fatigue. “Please come here.”
Unable to deny her request, Brandon rose up to his knees, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he wiped a dribble of Kylie away from his chin. At his jeans, he sported a small wet spot on his crotch. A witness, no doubt, to the heaviness of his arousal.
“We could still stop,” Brandon rasped, his shoulders twitching. “If you asked me to stop right now, I think I could. But if I finished getting undressed Kylie-I don’t know if I could turn back.”
She wasn’t sure how, but Kylie felt her voice of reason coming through the sexual fog. She was being given an opportunity to think about what she was about to do, and she felt as if she should take it. Brandon was her brother, yes. But only by marriage. If their parents hadn’t met and fallen in love, they would never have been brought together, and Kylie wouldn’t be feeling this strongly about the gorgeous marine standing in front of her. This, she decided, no matter what taboo attached to it was, was a blessing for her. An opportunity that she decided to not miss out on.
“Take your pants off,” she commanded.
Brandon let out a sigh of relief and quickly began to unbutton his jeans. Kylie, not able to just lie there and wait, sat up to help. Within seconds they had his jeans and briefs off, and Kylie gasped as she saw the size of Brandon’s cock. Not only was he long, but also his girth was at least that of two and a half two three inches. She wet her lips as her eyes roamed over him, excitement making her wet all over again.
“Do you um, do you have anythi
ng?” she asked, not sure how she was able to think so clearly as to ask such a question.
Brandon answered with a smirk, and reached down to pull a magnum out of his wallet. “Come here,” he whispered, moving on his knees towards her. Kylie immediately obeyed, lowering herself back onto the bed’s duvet as Brandon nestled himself between her legs. Like an expert he had rolled the condom on quickly and flawlessly, and the moment had finally come.
“Don’t stop,” Kylie whispered. For Brandon, that was the only nudge he needed, and with a low exhale he surged forward and thrust himself deeply between the warm, wet folds of Kylie. Brandon growled at her tightness, and forced himself to go slow as he adjusted to her small size. Beneath him, Kylie’s cheeks had turned a crimson red, and she had begun to writhe him as her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back.
Together they began to move, their bodies working as one as their hips came apart and surged together in a beautiful piece of machinery. Kylie had never felt anything so all-encompassing in her life. Her past lovers, though kind, were inexperienced and much, much smaller than Brandon. Still, he worked his hips in a heavenly manner, and soon he was taking them both to the precipice of the conjoined pleasure.
“Tell me you want me,” Kylie moaned, her orgasm close.
“I want you,” Brandon groaned, his own orgasm coiling tightly in his belly. “I’ve wanted you since I came home.”
His words and actions were exactly what Kylie needed, and with a scream of passion she felt her second orgasm ripple through her like an uncontrollable tidal wave. Brandon quickly followed as soon as her felt her sensitive walls begin to grip and pulsate around his cock, creating an all-consuming massage that he just had to give in to.
For several minutes, neither Kylie nor Brandon said anything, but simply caught their breath as they remained locked together in their lovemaking. They had both poured their all into the act, and with their previous state of inebriation, they were quickly falling into a beautiful, heady aftermath of euphoria.
“That was amazing,” Kylie breathed as Brandon rained slow kisses over her cheeks and forehead.
“Mmm,” Brandon moaned, slowly making his way down her face to kiss her mouth. “I want more.”
Kylie giggled, and slapped him on the ass. “I need to rest first,” she teased.
Brandon grinned, and slowly pulled himself out from Kylie. Looking down, he saw that his condom had blown broke. He opened his mouth to tell her, but then remembered walking in on her in the bathroom as she was taking her birth control. Deciding not to ruin the moment, Brandon pulled the latex off and threw it in the trash before wrapping around Kylie.
CHAPTER 6
It was the pounding in her head that woke her up. Not the kind between her legs that she so thoroughly enjoyed the night before, but one between her temples. Her hangover was being angry and loud, and was ruining a possibly sensual moment.
“Ow,” Kylie said softly, her hand going to head. From behind her, she felt Brandon stir awake, and pull her closer to him. They had fallen asleep shortly after their aggressive lovemaking, and from what it felt like, remained in the exact same spots they fell unconscious in.
Brandon yawned and slowly opened his eyes to look at Kylie. Her brilliant red hair was a sexy disarray, and she had her hand pressed up against her temple. He immediately felt bad for her, and leaned up to kiss the spot that she was massaging.
“Hangover?” He asked.
Kylie nodded her head, and accepted the bottle of water that Brandon offered her. She took a deep swig of it and immediately felt better. She hadn’t drunk so much in since her first experience with alcohol, and now she remembered why. Hangovers were a bitch.
Getting out of bed, Brandon went to use the bathroom and check his phone. It was nearly ten o’clock, which meant that if they didn’t check out in the next eight minutes, he’d be charged for an entire extra day. As he looked over Kylie’s gorgeous figure, he thought about how he wouldn’t mind an entire day to worship it. Still, her mother, and his dad would soon be calling them, asking if they were all right.
“We’ve got to get going, sweets,” he said, pulling on his briefs.
Knowing he was right, Kylie sat up in bed, and immediately wished she could lie back down. “Oh God,” she moaned, her head spinning.
“I know baby,” Brandon soothed, kissing her forehead. “Come on, I’ll buy us some breakfast, it will make you feel better. Where’s your phone? I’ll text Cassie for you.”
Kylie pointed to her jean shorts and Brandon fished it out. In less than five minutes they were out the door and handing in the keys to their room. As Brandon had predicted, both of their parents had freaked out when neither returned from the bar. He had to smile though, knowing that he was lucky enough to have to people that cared about him and Kylie enough to worry like that.
Though it was a lie, he explained to them that they had crashed at Jake’s and were getting breakfast before coming home. It seemed to appease them, and he was finally able to turn his focus back to Kylie, who was being somberly silent. He tried to tell himself that it was merely from the hangover, but after reaching the diner and then ordering their coffee and orange juice, she still hadn’t said anything. Brandon began to worry that it was something else.
“Tell me what you are thinking,” he asked, though he didn’t make it much of a question. He didn’t want to know, he needed to know.
Kylie, who was holding her head up in one hand and stirring her coffee with a spoon with the other, looked up at Brandon with cloudy eyes. It was apparent that she still had a major headache, though she’d already drank through a bottle of water and chomped down two aspirin. No. It was more than that.
“I’m confused,” she admitted, her voice soft.
Brandon felt his heart go into overdrive. “Do you regret last night?” He asked, his tone steady.
For a moment she was quiet, then slowly she shook her head no. “No. But that’s why I’m confused. I should be ashamed. Or feel dirty. But I don’t. If anything, I want to do it again and again.”
Relief flooded through Brandon. That he could work with. “So tell me what’s going on.”
~
Through breakfast they discussed their feelings and their own concerns about them. It was an unusual situation, for sure. But neither believed that it was necessarily bad either. They were each a consenting adult, each of respectable age, and they each had strong feelings for one another. Still, there was a certain stigma that was attached to what they were doing.
“What are we going to tell mom and Gerald?” Kylie asked as she nibbled at her buttered toast; the only thing she could stomach at the moment.
“Why do we have to tell them anything?” Brandon asked. “As long as they don’t catch us in the act, I don’t see any reason as to why they have to know.”
Kylie felt her heart fill with sadness. “So this is just a sex thing for you then?” She asked.
“No!” Brandon exclaimed a little too loudly. He ducked his head as he watched people stare at them. “No,” he said again in a whispered voice. “That’s not at all what I mean, Kylie. It’s just, you and are just trying to figure it out, so why put that confusion on other people until we have a better understanding of it ourselves.”
It made sense, and with the aspirin finally kicking in, Kylie started to feel better in more ways than one. She liked Brandon, that much she knew. And she also knew that whatever it was that was going on between them, she didn’t want it to stop. Not yet at least.
“So what do we do now?” She asked.
Brandon’s shoulders seemed to relax, and he smiled across the table from her. “Now? We do whatever we want.”
CHAPTER 7
“You look different,” Cassie mused, looking over her daughter.
Kylie felt her heart leap into her throat at her mother’s comment, and she turned away from peeling the potatoes for dinner. It had been over a week since she and Brandon had spent the night at the motel, and since then she an
d Brandon had been finding moments whenever they could to make physical contact, whether it was under the table footsie or brushing one another’s hands as they volunteered to do the dishes. It was torture, but one she found she enjoyed immensely.
“Different? How so?” Kylie asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“I don’t know,” Cassie mused, shrugging her shoulder. “You have a little more pep in your step. I think having this break from your school and volunteer work is doing you some good.”
“Oh, yeah definitely,” she agreed, thankful that was what her mother suggested. She felt her hands on her shoulders and her mother’s head resting there.
“You’re a good girl, Kylie,” she told her daughter. “But I think sometimes you work yourself a little too hard. You have to give yourself some time to recoup, you know? Do something outside of normal bounds.”
Kylie raised her eyebrows in surprise. Her mother had no idea just out of bounds she was taking her freedom at all. “You think so?” She asked. “You wouldn’t be disappointed?”
Cassie laughed and turned back to husking the corn. “No honey. Kids need to be wild every now and then. Just don’t do anything that will land you too much jail time. We only have so much cash to bail you out you know.”
“Mom!” Kylie exclaimed as her mother erupted into a fit of giggles.
“What’s going on out here?” Brandon asked as he and Gerald came through the sliding doors of the back patio.
“Kylie’s going to jail,” Cassie teased, wrapping an arm around her husband as he came over to grab the husked ears of corn. Brandon looked over at Kylie in surprise, his face completely serious.
“You are? Why? What you do?”
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