by Katie Ford
“That’s awesome!” I chime in, bewildered. “But we knew that already, so what else is there? Am I missing something?”
Trent opens his mouth to speak again, but this time it’s Elaine who interrupts.
“Oh honey,” she says. “Well, we knew that Trent had a scholarship, and that his parents left money to him in trust. But you see, that money isn’t available to Trent until his twenty-first birthday. So in order to access it, he needed legal guardians, and me and Daddy are it!” she beams. “As of yesterday, we’re Trent’s legal guardians!”
I stand stock still for a moment, heart beating like a drum as I try to process the information.
“Wait, so Trent has money to go to school from his parents,” are my slow words. “I totally get it. But he can’t access the money for three years?”
“That’s right,” chirps my mom, casting my lover with an adoring look. “So Daddy and I were asked to step in. After all, Trent’s been living with us for almost half a year now, and we’re practically parents to him already,” she says, swinging merry blue eyes my way. “We’re now Trent’s legal guardians, and we can access and use the money to pay Trent’s tuition for college.”
But still, this isn’t completely computing in my head. The synapses are firing, but not everything’s in place quite yet.
“Hold on a sec,” I say, looking between the three parties. My parents are practically bursting with vivacity while Trent throws me another pleading look. “So if you’re Trent’s legal guardians now, that means that he’s my … adoptive brother?”
“Janie,” comes that low voice, his blue eyes begging me to understand. “It’s not like that.”
“Well, yes, it is,” interrupts my mom merrily again, suspecting nothing. “After all, the two of you have been living under the same roof for the last couple months. It was so sad with your parents’ passing,” she says, turning to Trent with a sympathetic look, “and we’re just happy that we could be there for you. Especially Janie,” she says, shooting me a pointed look. “Janie’s been bugging me for a sibling since she was five, and maybe I couldn’t deliver then, but never count me and Daddy out!” Elaine giggles, taking my dad’s arm and squeezing. “We’ve found a brother for you finally!”
I feel like slapping my mom. She has no idea what she’s saying, but as if in a nightmare, the land mines just keep coming.
“That’s right,” adds my dad. “Trent, I’d be so proud if you called me “Dad” from here on out and Elaine “Mom.” We talked about this last night,” he says, exchanging a meaningful look with my mother, “and it feels right on every level. We’re one happy family, and now we have both a daughter and a son,” he says, almost overflowing with cheer. “What could be better?”
I’m standing there shocked, my mouth literally open and my eyes wide. Holy shit. Because this train has not only jumped the tracks, but it’s barreled over the bridge and is about two seconds away from colliding with a mountain. No, scratch that. It’s already collided with a mountain, and all that’s left is a steaming wreckage, the passengers strewn about bloody and dazed.
Trent sees my expression and grabs my arm.
“Janie,” he says hoarsely. “We’re not really siblings.”
“Of course you are,” rumbles my dad, big belly shaking left and right. “Trent, you mean as much to us as the daughter we birthed, and we will treat the two of you equally going forwards,” he announces. “So legally, as well as emotionally, you are our child now as well as Janie’s brother. Although we’d never try and take your parents’ places,” he adds quickly. “Of course that’s sacred.”
And I can’t take it anymore. Casting Trent another horrified look, my face probably looking like the central character from Edward Munch’s The Scream, I turn and run. I don’t care what my parents’ motivations are. I don’t care how much good will or well-meaning intentions there are behind this development. All I know is that I’m in love with my adopted brother, and that he’s in love with me. Not just that, but we’ve been sampling each other’s bodies for months now, my adoptive brother’s semen dripping from my pussy night after night.
So I bolt away, uncaring if other students and families turn to stare at me. What the hell? How can I be caught in this fucking Twilight Zone episode? Today was supposed to be a celebration. I’d finally leave this hellhole of a high school and start a new life sixty miles away. I’d finally leave the chubby, shy Janie Martin persona, and become a sassy, curvy brunette who’s confident and sure of herself. And all of this because I’d finally found true love in the arms of Trent Lewis.
But that’s been turned on its head because my one true love is my adopted brother. What the hell? Feeling nauseous, I rush into the darkened gym, grateful for the silence and solitude. My eyes struggle to adjust after the bright sunlight, and I’m blinking like a blind mole rat for a moment. And letting out an agonized scream, the pain descends once more, and I cower beneath the bleachers. Forget the simile of a blind mole rat. I am that blind mole rat, keening to myself in the solitude while gripping my stomach because it hurts so bad.
Suddenly, a low voice startles me.
“Janie,” comes that raspy growl. I’d recognize it everywhere because it’s whispered into my ear night after night now, making me shiver and moan. “Please listen to me,” he rasps.
I lift disbelieving eyes to him.
“You knew,” is my accusation. “You knew all along that this was happening!”
The blue gaze remains steady.
“Yes, I knew,” Trent says slowly. “I knew that your parents were preparing an application to be my legal guardians, and that I had no access to my family’s estate until I was twenty-one. So yes, I knew. But I didn’t know if it was ever going to happen. You know how probate court is. That shit takes forever, and honestly, we didn’t know if it was going to happen in time, if ever at all.”
But the words skim over my consciousness because I’m still reeling from hurt and horror.
“You knew,” is all I can say again in a broken whisper. “We were sleeping together all this time, and you knew that you might become my brother.”
That makes Trent inhale sharply, his blue eyes flashing for a moment.
“Don’t say that,” is his fierce growl. “It’s not like we’re really siblings. We’re not blood-related, and shit, if my parents hadn’t died, we wouldn’t be related at all. It’s just because of this stupid provision in their will.”
I shake my head, closing my lids for a moment before they snap back open, still accusing.
“But it’s wrong,” is my raw whisper, “and you knew the entire time.”
Trent runs a weary hand over his face, and for the first time, I realize how much he’s aged in the past six months. Sure, he’s still that cocky, handsome football player that I fell in love with. But suddenly, he’s also an alpha to be reckoned with, someone who’s felt the weight of the world on his shoulders what with his parents’ death and now this cruel turn of events.
“It’s not that bad,” he rumbles fiercely once more. “You’re being dramatic.”
That sets me off and I clutch at his shirt then.
“I’m being dramatic?” is my ear-splitting shriek. “Are you kidding me? We’ve been fucking non-stop for at least three months now while my parents sleep upstairs! Every time I get up to go to school in the morning, it’s your spunk dripping from my pussy! I fell in love with you!” is my breathless shriek, the volume going up with every word. “You made me fall in love with you, and now … now … now this!”
But that’s all Trent needs to hear because the moment I utter the word “love,” his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is so devastating and consuming that immediately I’m swept into a whirlpool of turmoil mixed with desire.
“Unnh!” is my muffled groan as he kisses the daylights out of me. “Ohhh!”
But Trent won’t relent. He pulls back for a moment, those blue eyes fierce.
“We love each other,” he rasps. “You and
me, Janie. We fell in love despite of everything, and we’ll make it work.”
And somehow, I know that Trent’s speaking the truth. Because the alpha is determined with fire burning in his eyes. So I give into the maelstorm then and succumb to his kiss, melting into those strong arms. I need this man despite the fact that our world is in turmoil right now … and despite the fact that through a strange and sudden turn of events, he’s become my adopted brother.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Trent
Six months later …
If I were Vincent Martin, I would kill me. That’s not even a joke. I would get out a shot gun, and maybe do a couple rounds through my heart. Or no, that’s too fast and painless. Maybe roping me to his bumper would be better, before dragging me through the streets until I died from trauma and internal injuries. Because I deserve it. Not just the pain, but also the public humiliation.
After all, what I’ve done to that man and his wife is unbelievable. They took me in when I had no one. They fed me and clothed me, and permitted me to continue high school while living in their home. And what did I do? I seduced their innocent, teenage daughter. I snuck down to her bedroom almost every frickin’ night and made love to the girl, coming again and again in her steaming depths.
So yeah, I deserve to be hog-tied and lynched. I deserve to die a bloody, gruesome death, only to be condemned to hell afterwards. Because it’s not like Janie and I stopped fucking after the revelation at graduation. Sure, we were now siblings, but that didn’t even put a dent in our plans. If anything, the pace of our loving grew even more intense, our souls merging as our hearts melded.
Because the gorgeous girl is everything to me. After that fateful day, we knew we had one summer together before going our separate ways. So we began fucking like rabbits, my cream pouring into her holes backwards, forwards, and just about 24/7.
“Yes, right there,” she’d pant while her mother was cooking dinner downstairs. “Put it there, Trent, ohhhhh!” was her delighted moan.
Or there was the time in the pool as her parents innocently read the newspaper indoors. We were partially hidden behind a curve of the concrete, but still. I was dicking their daughter as the waves lapped, jizzing my sperm into her secret spot as those large breasts bobbled in the water.
But the thing is that I have no regrets because I adore the woman. Janie’s funny and beautiful, and keeps me on my toes in the most unexpected ways. She’s a mix of nerdy good-girl along with seductive temptress, and I’m completely under her spell. Whatever she wants is whatever she gets, and I’m just going along for the ride more or less now.
“Trent,” Janie said one day over the summer as we lazed by the pool. My girl was a sight to see, those creamy curves covered by only the tiniest bikini. The beautiful brunette is so much more comfortable with her plus-size body now, and I love it when she’s sassy.
“Hmm, sweetheart?” I growled quietly, shading my eyes. Calling the girl endearments is something that comes naturally, but we have to be careful when her parents might be around.
“Well, I was just wondering what happened with that frog dissection,” she said, quirking her head at me. “You never did the project, did you? You were excused from it because of Bob and Karen’s passing, right?”
I nod, blue eyes sharp.
“Yeah, they let me just do some other stuff to make up for it,” are my words. “Why? Do you miss the frogs? I know you want to be a vet.”
“No, that’s not it,” she says playfully, shooting me a coy smile. “Well, sort of. Maybe a little. It’s just that I thought it was such a great project,” she says lightly. “You know, getting to know anatomy inside out and all that. Frogs aren’t so different from humans you know.”
Honestly, this was gross but I went with it because I know the girl had something up her sleeve.
“Why, what are you saying?” is my casual reply, shading my eyes to stare at that curvy form more closely. Of course, her nipples are already beginning to pebble beneath the nylon fabric, those big boobs oozing out from either side. God, how I want to taste her.
“Well, you missed the dissection,” she says with a mock frown again. “But what I learned is that frogs actually harden a bit when they’re aroused. Did you know that? The female has a gland that enlarges when she hears the males’ mating call. It triggers some kind of hormone surge,” she says, like she’s giving a lecture.
Oh shit, it’s coming and I know it. My dick’s already stiff as a flagpole and I can’t wait for what’s around the corner.
“Why, are you aroused?” are my smooth words. “Show me, pretty baby. What are those hormones doing to you?”
And Janie doesn’t even hesitate. She casts a quick glance to the living room window to make sure her parents aren’t lurking somewhere close by and then reaches down to the crotch of her swim bottoms and coyly pulls them to the side with her index finger.
“See?” she mewls, spreading her folds to show me those glistening pink insides. “See how much I need it? I even have a bunch of hormones leaking from me right now,” she says playfully, indicating the drip of white that’s seeping from her small hole.
Of course, her clit’s hard as a rock, standing to salute and begging for a kiss. But the pearl of goo at her entrance isn’t just pussy cum. That’s the remainder of my spunk from this morning, from when I shot two loads as she squealed and moaned helplessly beneath my big body. And sure enough, the girl double downs then. Janie draws her knees up so that her bottom rolls upwards, baring that beautiful, steamy brownie.
“See Trent?” she mewls, those caramel eyes wide and innocent although her position is fucking obscene. “I even have hormones dripping from my bottom.” Because fuck yeah, we did some hard anal as well and I sprayed my third deposit into her anus, those pleats gripping and spasming around my huge shaft.
“Oh shit baby,” is my low murmur. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
Because there’s nothing we can do at the moment. The growl of her parents’ car sounds in the driveway, along with the mechanical clanging of the garage door going up. Goddamnit! If we had more time, I’d be kissing her in her two spots while licking up my own cream pies.
Because that’s what Janie’s done to me. I was always a donkey, ready to bray at any pretty girl’s window. But now, I’m a beast and the urge is about ten times stronger. Going to different colleges hasn’t changed a thing. If anything, we make excuses all the time to visit one another, coupling hard, hot and heavy in our dorm rooms. As an athlete, I have a single so most of the time, we meet at my place since there’s more privacy. Not that we care about my neighbors, given how the constant moaning goes full blast.
So yeah, despite being adoptive brother and sister, nothing has changed. Over the past six months, I’ve only fallen harder for her, what with Janie’s dedication to academics coupled with that deliciously curvy body. Plus, it’s more than just the sex. At this point, I could have easily given her the boot what with the excuses of being long distance, and the packed schedule of school and practice. And yet I haven’t. Any other woman would have been toast. But Janie is my nirvana, and if anything, I only want more of the gorgeous girl.
So come Christmas time, I pull my car into the Martins’ drive before bringing it to a stop. Bounding out with my arms full of gifts, I leap up onto the porch and fumble in my pocket for the key. Perfect. In fact, the door’s not even locked.
“Anyone home?” I call genially into the interior. The smell of baked ham and pumpkin pie wafts towards me, making my stomach growl.
“Come in sweetheart!” trills Elaine from the kitchen. “You’re just in time. Christmas lunch will be on the table in about twenty. Can you please ask your sister to come downstairs to help set the table? It’ll be our first time spending the holidays together as a family and I can’t wait,” she burbles while popping her head out from behind the wall. Elaine’s gray hair is curled and styled in a funny old-lady way. But it’s endearing and I stride over to give the plump woman a hug before noddi
ng.
“Sure, I’ll get her,” is my low growl. “No prob, Mom.”
“You’re too wonderful, Trent,” the elderly lady beams. “Now go call your sister. We all pitch in in this household,” she adds firmly.
I start turning towards the guest room before remembering that Janie’s real room is actually on the second floor. That’s right. I took over her childhood bedroom all those months ago, only to slide in between her sheets each night for a round of hot loving. Shit. Gotta get this straight.
So bounding upstairs, I knock on her door.
“Janie?” I call. “Can I come in? Lunch is almost ready. You wanna set the table? I’ll help,” I offer. There. That should sound brotherly and innocent.
There’s silence for a moment before her voice sounds.
“Sure, be right down,” is that wavery voice. “Just give me a minute.”
But I can tell that something’s wrong, so slowly, I push open the slab to reveal the curvy brunette sitting on her bed, hands gripping each other. We’re so attuned to each other now that I can sense her moods simply through vibes. There’s something about the rigidness of her shoulders and the erect position of her spine that tell me that things are off. Even her curls look different, like they’ve been deflated somehow.
“What is it?” I ask in a low voice, moving to sit next to her on the bed while taking one hand. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
She starts for a moment, seeing nothing. But then those brown eyes swing my way, dazed and a little fearful.
“Trent,” the girl breathes. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”
Boom! Kapow! Bang! It’s like a stroke of lightning’s flashed through the clouds, lighting up the room. I squeeze her hand in my big ones, eyes filled with emotion.
“Well, we’ve never used protection,” I say in a low voice. “And you’re fertile and young, sweetheart, so I guess it was bound to happen.”
She nods slightly, still staring straight ahead.
