By the time they had finally left, they were both starving and exhausted. Thanks to his military survival skills, he’d whipped them up something quick in the old school microwave, and now Kylie was wrapped happily in a blanket on the large, sprawling sofa in front of the fireplace. It was quite possibly the most perfect moment Brandon had ever experienced.
Turning away from the fire, he looked up at Kylie and had to smile. Her hair was still a little damp from swimming, and she looked incredibly small wrapped in the huge quilt. She looked perfect.
“What are you smiling at?” Kylie whispered, a small grin on her face.
Brandon walked up to the couch and scooped her up, placing her in his lap. His lips naturally found hers, and he drew her into an intoxicating kiss. He loved the way her lips immediately parted for his tongue; letting him draw her taste out as fully as possible.
“About how lucky I am to be here with you,” Brandon asked, exposing his feelings in a way he had never done before. He pulled away from her mouth, just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. “I’m so happy we’re here. Truly. For the next four days, I’m not thinking about the military or combat or other people’s opinions. I’m focusing completely on you.”
Kylie moaned as her lips sealed over his again. Parting the blanket, his hands found the cool, naked flesh of Kylie’s breasts, and was happy to discover that beneath the large quilt, she was already naked. Kylie giggled as she kissed him when she heard him groan, and knew that he enjoyed the surprise.
On the couch, Brandon shifted her off of his lap until she was lying on her back on the cushions. He broke their kiss only to turn her around so that her face was in the pillows. Immediately she gripped the soft cushion and closed her eyes as Brandon’s teeth scraped teasingly over her shoulder blade.
“I want you inside me,” Kylie whispered, raising her backside up so that it would brush up against his zipper.
Chuckling, Brandon shook his head. “No yet, baby. “I finally have the time to explore you, and I plan on taking my time.” For emphasis he slapped her ass, making her moan and gyrate into the couch. He liked that she liked things a little rough- so did he.
With excruciating slowness, Brandon’s teeth, tongue, and lips grazed and nibbled from one shoulder to the other, and then down the beautiful dip of her spine. He paid attention to each time she gyrated a little extra, every time she moaned or gasped. He kept a log in his head, storing it away for future use. Studying her body had become his knew favorite subject, and he suddenly felt excited to study.
By the time he reached her pert buttocks, Kylie was writhing and moaning into the pillow, her teeth biting down on the rough fabric so she could focus herself. He loved the way the flesh of her cheek bounced when he kissed or bit it. It was hypnotizing to see, and soon he found himself biting her there more for his pleasure than hers.
“What’s this?” Brandon asked, his voice low and thick with arousal. He was looking at her legs, which had slowly been parting further and further as his lips had explored her back. Leaning down, he dipped his tongue between her legs, running it from the bottom of her lips, all the way to the top of her clitoris. Kylie gasped and moaned loudly as she felt his tongue, and begged him for more. It was a plea Brandon couldn’t refuse. He loved the way her juices felt, on his lips and tasted on his tongue.
At his leisure Brandon ran his tongue over her most sacred place, licking her back and forth to procure more and more moans. When he felt her juices begin to spill over onto the couch, he dipped her fingers inside of her, coating them in her honey thoroughly before pulling out. Gently he began to massage the outskirts of her anus, slipping the tip of his finger inside a little bit at a time.
Above, Kylie was gripping the pillow for dear life, and telling her body to relax as much as she could. She had never been explored in such a way before, but she found that she was enjoying it very much. Still, despite the pleasure, there was a bit of pain. Brandon was being as gentle as he could, which only turned her on even further. She wanted to do this for him, to give him this little first. Slowly the pain began to fade, and as Brandon continued to lick and tease her, he slid inside her anus even further until he was inside of her up to his knuckle.
“Ohhh,” Kylie moaned deeply, unused to such a sensation. As she did so, Brandon slipped a finger between her lips, and simultaneously began moving his fingers as he licked her clitoris.
“Brandon,” she pleaded, not even sure what she wanted. She felt deliciously full. An orgasm, stronger than ever before, was building inside of her, and the only thing she could do was hang on to her pillow and stay as relaxed as possible.
“Yes, baby, yes,” Brandon groaned, moving a little faster. “I can feel you getting ready to come. Come for me, baby.”
As if she could control such a thing, Kylie’s body exploded in an earth shattering orgasm. Kylie’s eyes rolled up into her head and her body rose off of the couch as she felt shock after shock of pleasure. It seemed like forever before she finally was able to catch her breath, and by the time she was finally able to Brandon had her in his arms, cradled to his chest as he rained kisses over her face and hair.
“More,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around his already stiff cock. “Please, give me more.”
Not wanting to argue, Brandon stood up with her in his arms and brought her to the high arm of the couch. As they kissed they finished removing his clothes, and without the thought of protection, Brandon surged inside of her as he held her up on the arm of the couch. Brandon growled as he felt her hot wetness close tightly around him, and he began to thrust wildly into her. Her breasts bounced happily as he did so, and he couldn’t help but clamp his mouth over one nipple, then the other as they made love.
CHAPTER 12
Kylie woke up to the sound of Brandon’s heartbeat in her ear. She’d fallen asleep again, just like the two nights before. The sun streamed happily into the window, as if it had no idea that the day brought a sadness over the cabin. It was their last day at the cabin, and within four hours they would be driving back home, where they would once again have to pretend that they were simply stepbrother and sister.
A fat tear slipped out of Kylie’s left eye, and slid down to land on Brandon’s hard chest. She loved sleeping curled up beside him with her head on his chest. To her, it was the most comfortable thing in the world, and she didn’t want to give it up. Unfortunately, though, she had to.
Careful not to wake Brandon, Kylie slipped out of the bed and tiptoed to the bedroom door. From the hook she pulled her light blue silk robe and wrapped it around herself. In the kitchen, she busied herself with making coffee in the old fashioned percolator. She had destroyed the first pot of coffee when they’d first got there, but now she was quite adept to using the machine. She poured the black goodness into a hand-sculpted mug, and then added her usual heavy amount of cream and sugar to the mix. When she was done, she creaked open the front door of the cabin, and went to sit at the hand made picnic table.
From her seat she could see the forest was full of wildlife. Birds, rabbits, squirrels, and even a few deer seemed to make the forest move and come alive. In the trees, she saw a mama bird feed her chicks, and through the thickets on the forest floor she saw a mama deer with her many spotted fawn, grazing through the floors brush to find something suitable to eat.
They all seemed to have children, except for her. They reminded her of some of the women she met in college that were there solely for the purpose of finding a husband. Quite a few of them had dropped out before their junior year to get married and start their careers as housewives. She wondered if any of them had children by now, and the possibility startled her.
She had never met a woman as young as she was with a child, though of course she knew they were out there. Though her high school was small, it was also very old school. There were no teen pregnancies that she knew of, and there weren’t any in college either. Kylie thought of how different her life would be if she had a husband and a family
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She pictured, for a moment, being married to Brandon and having his children. They would travel around the world, helping those in need while Brandon would stand watch protectively over them, making sure that no one brought harm to their cause. She had to smile as she pictured children with caramel colored skin, green eyes, and springy brown and blonde curls. The picture moved her to another tear, but this time she quickly wiped it away. It was just a thought, she told herself. Nothing more than that.
For the next few minutes Kylie let her mind go blank and just absorb the day. Not too long after Brandon came out with his own mug of coffee, wearing only his old swimming trunks. He kissed the top of her head and ran a hand over back before he sat down next to her on the picnic table. Kylie thought he looked incredibly sexy, all rumpled and still sexy.
“What are you doing out here?” He asked, following her line of sight.
“Just watching the forest,” she replied simply. “Wishing we didn’t have to leave already.”
Brandon let out a low breath, and raised his cup to his mouth. “Me too,” he whispered. “This has been the best trip I’ve ever taken with anyone.”
“Ditto,” Kylie replied, laughing. “And at least we’re actually bringing some fish home for mom and dad. It will make our story seem more legit since we ‘forgot’ our camera.”
Brandon nodded his head with a smile, but stayed silent. They both knew that it was time go, but neither wanted to say it. Neither wanted to break the news that their beautiful time together was actually over.
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“Are you okay?” Brandon asked, reaching over to squeeze Kylie’s hand. They had had an eerily quiet drive back home. Kylie had barely said a word, even when Brandon tried to talk to her. All of her focus seemed to be on the passenger side window and its passing scenery.
“I’m fine,” Kylie said softly, almost distantly. They had pulled into the driveway of their parent’s house, and were simply sitting there. Brandon looked around to make sure no one was watching, and when he deemed it safe he leaned over to give her a final kiss.
To his complete surprise, Kylie moved away from him and out of his reach.
“Vacation is over,” she said softly. “We have to watch what we’re doing now.” Before Brandon could reply, Kylie pushed open her creaky passenger side door and got out of the car. She grabbed the quickly melting bucket of iced fish out of the back seat, and without another word headed towards the house.
A sharp ache cracked through Brandon’s heart as he watched her walk away from him. He couldn’t be mad at her for pushing him away. How could he? He wanted to do the exact same thing. He should be doing the exact same thing, especially since he was leaving in two weeks. Still, no matter how hard he had tried, he hadn’t been able to do it. Having her close was just too good to resist.
CHAPTER 13
“Cassie, sweetie. Are you okay?” Gerald asked, wrapping his arm around his wife. “You look upset.”
Cassie shrugged her shoulders, then leaned into her husband’s arms. The arms that had caught her, held her, and supported her for the last fifteen years. He was a good man, an amazing man. It still bothered her when people would look at them cross-eyed in the super market as they shopped and held hands. Though the fifties had come and over half a century ago, some people still didn’t like seeing white women with black men, or vice versa.
But Gerald, no matter what color he would have been, was her husband, the love of her life. As she leaned into his arms, he wrapped them closer and kissed her temple. He could always tell when something was wrong, he was observant like that.
“I’m worried about Kylie,” she said with a sigh. Her eyes darted over to her daughter, who was lying on a pillow on the floor, watching the TV in fascination. Brandon sat in the blue lazy boy, watching Kylie in fascination.
“Ever since they got back last week they’ve been different,” Cassie whispered. “Like something bad happened.”
Gerald followed his wife’s line of sight, trying to see what she saw. He did find it odd that Brandon was watching Kylie so raptly. He wasn’t even trying to pay attention to the TV anymore, but instead staring straight at the back of Kylie’s head, as if he were silently willing her to turn around and talk to him.
“Son,” Gerald said, a little too loudly, “will you come out to the garage with me? I need to get to fixing that old table leg, and I could use a hand.”
Brandon tore his eyes away from Kylie and looked over at his father. “Sure dad,” he answered simply, getting up.
“Kylie baby,” Cassie said, standing up as well. “Why don’t you come with me to pick dinner huh? We can stop in at the consignment shop and pick out some new things while we wait for the food.”
“Okay,” Kylie said softly, as if she didn’t care one way or another.
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Brandon pushed open the door without knocking, letting himself into Kylie’s room. She looked up from her book startled. They had barely spoken since they’d returned from their camping trip, and she had been locking her door. Tonight however, she’d simply forgot.
“What are you doing?” She whispered, her eyes full of anger.
“Talk to me,” Brandon begged, sitting on her bed and reaching for her hand. “Tell me what’s going on. Dad pulled me into the garage and started talking to me about family values and whatnot. I think they know something is up.”
Kylie’s heart began to beat faster as she heard the story. Her mother had had the same conversation with her. They were definitely on to them.
“What are we going to do?” Brandon asked.
“What do you mean?” Kylie said softly. “We’re not doing anything. Anymore.”
Brandon looked over at her as if she’d struck him in the face.
“What?” He asked.
Kylie felt tears prick at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
“I mean, you’re leaving next week, right?”
“Yes I am,” Brandon replied. “And I think we should make the most of it, Kylie. I don’t want to be pushed away from you. I want to get as close to you as possible before I leave.”
“And what will that accomplish?” Kylie hissed. “Except for a broken heart, nothing!”
As she said the words, a wave of nausea rolled through her stomach, and she brought her hand up to her mouth. Brandon was there in a flash, his hands bracing her shoulders as she swayed.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching up to feel her forehead. “You have a fever. Hang on, I’ll get you a Tylenol.”
Before Kylie could tell him no, he disappeared into her bathroom, coming out a second later with a pill and a glass of water. “Here. Take this.”
Though she didn’t want to, Kylie felt a wave of warm, fuzzy emotions watch over her as she took the medicine from Brandon. Even when she was being so mean to him he was sweet as ever. Obediently she swallowed the pill and the water, and handed the glass back to Brandon.
“You probably just have a little summer flu,” Brandon said, leaning up to kiss her forehead. This time Kylie didn’t pull away, but instead cherished the intimate contact between them. She missed him so much, and suddenly regretted spending the last three weeks mad away from him.
“Try and get some sleep and we’ll talk about this in the morning, okay?” Brandon said, turning off her light.
CHAPTER 14
“Are you okay?” Daisy asked, her eyes full of concern as she watched a very pale Kylie slide back into her booth. They had once again met at the pizza parlor to catch up on their lives. Unfortunately, this time, Kylie had spent a good portion of it in the bathroom throwing up.
Before Kylie could answer, Leo walked up to their table and slapped their money onto the counter.
“What’s this?” Kylie asked meekly, already feeling like she shouldn’t have left the safety of the bathroom.
“Your refund,” Leo replied, his eyes full of remorse. “You have food poisoning.”
“I do?” Kylie asked.”
Daisy shook her head. “I don’t think so Leo. We ate the same pizza, and I feel fine.”
Leo shrugged his giant shoulders and pushed the money back to the girls. “Either way, you didn’t get to enjoy your food, so you shouldn’t have to pay for it. Please, I insist.”
Before either girl could protest, Leo walked back towards the counter where a line of customers had formed. It was a Friday night and a lot of the working moms had come in pick up pizza for their families. It was a long-standing tradition in the small town, and the main reason Leo was able to stay open despite barely having customers any other day of the week. Every Friday, nearly every household in town ordered one to three pizzas.
“Are you sick?” Daisy asked after Leo left. “I think we should get you home.”
Kylie shook her head slowly, reaching for her water.
“I’m not sick,” she whispered. “I’m pregnant.”
Daisy’s eyes went as wide as dish plates as she heard the news.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
“Positive. Or at least that’s what the three pregnancy tests have told me.”
“Oh, God,” Daisy whispered. “How did this happen? What are you going to do?”
Kylie looked around to make sure that no one in particular was paying attention to them, then leaned in closer. The truth was a little hard to admit, and she didn’t want anyone to hear it but Daisy.
“About two or three weeks after Brandon and I started hooking up I ran out of my monthly supply of birth control. I kept meaning to get it filled, but then I would forget about it.”
“What, you don’t use condoms?” Daisy asked.
“We did the first time,” Kylie replied. “But it broke. That was the only time we used one. I’ve just been so spaced out you know, about the whole falling in love with my stepbrother thing. It’s like I’ve been in a dream, and this baby is a wake up call.”
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