by K. Webster
“Fuck,” he hisses harshly as he digs his phone out of his pocket. “Yes?” His voice is husky and guilty sounding. One palm is still under my dress on my hip. “W-What? Uh, no. We took a walk to the park.” He pauses. “Aunt Becky will be fine. She trusts me to take care of my sister.” Another pause. “Okay, see you in a minute.”
He hangs up and his eyes widen. “What the fuck did we just do?”
Guiltily, I slide away from him and right my dress. My panties are soaked and I’m physically throbbing and aching for him. “I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry,” he blurts out as he stands and runs his fingers that were just on my bare skin through his hair. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
I’m not.
I stand too and shake my head. “Hudson…”
“Please forgive me,” he begs, pain twisting his features.
There’s nothing to forgive.
“Hudson!” Amy calls out from somewhere nearby.
His thumb brushes along my chin before he climbs down the playset and runs away from me as though I truly am carrying the sickness.
But he’s already caught it.
He’s already fucking caught it.
Hudson
Amy frowns at me as I stride past the swing set toward her.
“Hey,” I grunt out, hoping I’m still not sporting an erection.
“Hey.” Her gaze flits past me. “Why are you guys out here?”
“Just hanging out,” I say, a twinge of annoyance in my voice. “I thought you were staying for the band.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and scrutinizes me. “I didn’t feel like it without you there. So I was going to my car and saw your truck.” Her eyes flit back over to where Rylie is now climbing down from the tower. “Just feels like you were avoiding me.”
Rylie walks past us with her gaze down. Guilt is bubbling up inside of me. I’d like to talk to her about what happened just now…what could have happened if we weren’t interrupted. Just then, in the heat of the moment, it felt right.
Now it feels all kinds of wrong.
She’s my sister.
When she’s out of earshot, Amy looks up at me and whispers, “Are we okay?”
I clench my jaw. “I don’t think so.”
Her big blue eyes quickly fill with tears and spill down her cheeks. At one time, I hated to see her cry. Now, I find it hard to be moved in any way by her tears. If anything, they’re bothering me. “Why? What did I do wrong?”
“It’s not you,” I assure her. I rub the back of my neck and stare down at our feet. “I did something I’m ashamed of.”
“With Rylie?” she breathes, her voice choking up.
I snap my glare to hers, overly protective of Rylie’s reputation, and hiss out my words. “No, not my fucking sister,” I lie.
“I’m sorry.” A sob chokes her. “I never assumed…I just…”
“I cheated on you, Amy.”
She blinks at me and her mouth parts. Her bottom lip trembles. “W-What?”
“At school. There was this girl and—”
“No, Hudson,” she says as she hugs herself. “No.”
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I fucked up.”
“Is this why you’ve been so distant? Are we breaking up?”
Most girls would flip the hell out and break up with their boyfriend about now. Not Amy. God, why does she have to be so forgiving? She doesn’t deserve someone who not only cheated on her but did it again with his own sister.
“Amy…” I don’t know what we’re doing.
“We can fix this,” she assures me through her tears, her shaky hands reaching for my belt. “I can do the things you like. I’m sorry, Hudson. I’ll give you blow jobs again like you want. Please.” A loud, ugly sob escapes her.
Gently, I push her hands away from me. For so many reasons. Reasons I can’t even unpack from my mind right now. “No, Amy. A blow job won’t fix everything. It’s not that easy.”
“I love you, Hudson. Whatever it is you’re dealing with, we can get through it together.”
Not this.
I don’t know how to deal with this.
Confusing thoughts about my sister.
What Rylie and I just did…
That kiss.
The way she rubbed on me.
My cock twitches at the reminder and I groan, running my fingers through my hair.
Amy throws her arms around my neck and hugs me, bawling her eyes out. “I can’t lose you. We’ve been through so much together. Please, Hudson.”
I hug her because she deserves the comfort, but I’d rather be hugging someone else. “I’m sorry, Amy. I just need to figure some shit out.” Figure out how not to want to fuck my sister.
She sobs but nods. “I’ll be here for you.”
I stroke her hair and let out a heavy sigh. “Let me walk you back to your car.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers again.
I’m sorry too.
I stand under the spray of the shower with my head bowed. The drive home tonight, Rylie and I didn’t say a word. I wanted to say a lot of things, but my mind was a mess. The moment we got back, she bolted from the truck and disappeared.
The water eventually runs cold and I’m forced to get out. I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist. When I step out of the bathroom, Rylie sits perched on the arm of the sofa. Her long, slender legs are bare and I can’t help but glance over them.
“Rylie,” I start.
She stands up and walks over to me. I can see her small nipples through her white T-shirt. Her black cotton shorts are short and draw attention to her tanned legs. A sharp breath hisses from me when she stands too close. Not close enough that we touch, but close enough that I can smell her clean hair.
“You said you’d shave me,” she murmurs, her voice low and intoxicating. It slides over my skin like warm wax. A little painful at first, but then it feels good.
I’m not supposed to feel this way about my fucking sister.
“I did,” I agree, my tone gruff. “Let me throw on some pants.”
After a beat of silence, she nods. I stalk from the bathroom over to my drawers and yank out a pair of gray sweats. She’s gone into the bathroom, so I drop the towel and then slide the sweats on. When I walk back into the bathroom, she’s sitting perched on the edge of the sink. I close the door and lock it behind me. The room feels too small with both of us in it.
I can’t meet her eyes as I reach past her to plug the sink and turn on the warm water. Her intense stare bores into me. I can feel the heat of it burning me. Quickly, I grab my can of shaving cream and my razor.
“I think I broke up with Amy,” I blurt out as I turn off the water once the sink is filled.
“Oh?” Her voice is small. “I’m sorry.”
I give her a nod and then tap her knee with my knuckles. “Stretch your leg across the sink,” I instruct, my voice husky.
She complies and my cock takes notice of her spread open before me, her shorts the only thing between us. I cup my hand in the warm water and release it on her leg. Her breath hitches when I palm her leg, wetting it. I run my palm over her knee, along her thigh, and stop just below the hem of her shorts. It takes intense focus, but I manage to pull my hand from her leg to squirt some shaving cream into it. I rub the cream along her shin and start spreading it over her flesh.
“You’re so hairy,” I tease, hoping to break up the intense moment.
She laughs, soft and breathy. “Good thing you’re going to take care of me.”
I drag my gaze to her pretty brown eyes. “I’ll always take care of you.”
Her pink cheeks turn redder and she smiles.
With my eyes back on her leg, I rub more cream over her knee and thigh. Once I’m done, I rinse off my hand and grab the razor. Before I start, I give her a crooked grin. “Trust me?”
“Of course,” she murmurs.
Slowly, I run the razor up along her shin. Aside from our heavy breathing, all
that can be heard is the crackling as the razor cuts through her hairs and leaves smoothness in its wake. I stop at her knee and rinse it off. I’m lost to my task when I accidentally nick her knee. She lets out a hiss.
“Shit,” I grumble. “I’m sorry.”
I continue shaving the rest of her leg. The blood trickles down the inside of her knee. Not enough to drip into the sink but enough to make me feel bad. With quick movements, I rinse away the leftover shaving cream. Then, I snag a towel from the hanger and wipe away the excess water. The cut continues to bleed. I hold the towel to it and regard her with regret.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I murmur. “That was wrong.”
Her brows furl together and her voice is a whisper. “But I liked it.”
My heart seizes in my chest. “Rylie, I liked it too.”
“But?” she rasps out.
“But it’s wrong.”
She shuts down and breaks eye contact. Her sadness and loneliness seem to crash into me like a giant wave, knocking me over. The urge to make her happy again is overwhelming. I bend over and kiss her cut. Then, I lick the metallic taste from her flesh.
When I pull away and look at her, a shy smile tugs at her lips.
My shame over what we did doesn’t matter when I can wipe away her sadness with one simple act. It’s wrong and yet it fixed her so quickly.
“Let’s shave the other leg,” I grunt out. My cock is semi-erect in my pants and I wonder if she notices.
I’m more careful this time and manage to keep from cutting her. When I’m finished and have wiped her clean, I chance a look at her. Her brown eyes blaze with emotion. The same look she gave me when she was grinding on my cock hours ago. It’s maddening to stare at her plump parted lips and not kiss them. Fuck, how I want to kiss them.
She slides off the countertop and stares up at me, a shy smile tilting her lips. I’m fucking mesmerized. “Hudson?”
“Yeah, Ry?”
“You’ll shave under my arms too?” A crimson blush paints her throat and I crave to press my lips to her flesh to see if she feels warm there as well.
“Would you like me to?” I ask, my voice low and throaty.
“Yes,” she breathes.
My gaze skims over her shirt. “You’ll have to take that off.”
Her stare is intense as she nods. “Okay, but don’t make fun of me.”
“Make fun of you?” I ask in confusion, my brows furling together.
“I’m not big like Amy.”
Her breasts.
Fuck no, I won’t be making fun of them. I can’t stop thinking about them.
“I won’t make fun of you,” I vow.
She bites on her bottom lip and grips the hem of her shirt. My cock aches in my sweats as I watch her slowly peel it up, baring her stomach to me. When the curves of the bottoms of her bare breasts come into view, I let out a groan. Then, I’m rewarded a view of her dark pink, small, erect nipples.
Fuck.
She pulls the shirt off and drops it to the floor. I can’t help but advance on her. I need to inhale her and taste her and touch her.
“Raise your arm,” I instruct, my gaze still on her perfect tiny tits.
She obeys and I step closer until my erection presses against her. I have the razor in my left hand, but my right hand is curious. I raise it and grip her nipple between my knuckles. Small. Hard. Erect. The craving to bite them is overwhelming.
“Rylie,” I murmur as I pull gently on her nipple with my knuckles. “My sweet Rylie.”
Her fingers run their way into my hair and she draws me to her. Our breath comingles as we grow infected by the sickness we’re both so clearly ailed by. Many dirty thoughts tease and taunt me. I want to do so many bad things to her. So many bad things that will make her feel good.
“We can’t do this,” I tell her, even as I twist her nipple slightly.
Her breath hitches. “Nobody has to know.”
How fucking tempting is that?
“You’re my sister.” It’s a reminder we both need to hear.
“But it feels good, Hudson. We feel good.”
I tear my gaze from hers to stare down at her breasts. The nipple in my grip is so responsive to my touch. The urge to taste her is strong. I hesitate and pull my hand from her. When I start to pull away, her body seems to deflate. Shame. Not at what we’re doing but shame for herself. She feels rejected. My mind wars between right and wrong. I know what feels right…it just happens to be wrong.
Nobody has to know.
I dip down and run my nose along the outside of her breast. Her skin is so soft. My mouth waters.
Nobody has to know.
Flicking my tongue out, I give in. I run it up her silky young skin and seek out her peaked nipple. When the tip of my tongue rubs over her areola, she lets out a harsh breath. I tease the tip of her small nipple and smile when she lets out a sweet, quiet moan. I grab her small breast and squeeze it so I can suck her into my mouth. Her breathing is loud and raspy, but she’s into it. She grips my hair and holds me to her as if I might pull away at any moment. As I suck her tit, I rub my tongue back and forth across her flesh. She lets out a garbled sound when I gently bite the hardened peak before sucking her hard again. I pop off her and admire how red and splotchy her skin is now.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. I blow a breath on her wet skin and she shivers. “You taste good.” Slowly, I press kisses from one breast to the other. I tease and suck on it until it too is red and matches its twin.
When I look up at her, her plump lips are parted and her brown eyes are liquid chocolate as lust swims in her gaze. I’m caught off guard when her lips crash to mine. Awkward at first as her teeth bump against my lips, but then we’re both opening to seek out the other. My moan mixes with hers as I inhale her. She tastes like toothpaste and I want to suck on her tongue for hours. The razor falls to the ground with a clatter as I abandon it to grab two fistfuls of her tiny ass. I lift her and she wraps her skinny legs around my waist. She’s so light. Worry, once again, niggles at me, wondering if she’s eating enough. But the moment her bare breasts press against my naked chest, I’m distracted by her.
Nobody has to know.
I kiss her hard and press her back into the wall. Gripping her ass, I use her body to grind against my cock through my sweatpants.
“I want more,” she begs against my lips.
Fuck, I do too.
“You and I can’t do this.” I pull away far enough so I can see her. “We’re—”
She slaps at the wall beside her and then we’re shrouded in darkness. “We’re not them. We’re Hudson and Rylie. Two people who want to be together like this.” Her teeth find my lip in the dark and she tugs. “In the dark, we can be whoever we want to be. In the dark, we can make love. Nobody has to know.”
I can’t see her, but I can feel and taste and smell her. She slides her legs down until she’s standing and then her small hands are blindly searching for the waistband of my sweatpants. A loud groan escapes me when she pushes down. My cock, thick and eager, springs free. When her soft hand grips my erection, I let out a ragged, harsh breath.
“Rylie,” I plead.
She strokes me and it makes me desperate for more. She’s right. In the dark, we can be whoever the fuck we want to be. I want to devour every part of her. As she strokes me, I slide my palms into the back of her shorts. The skin of her bouncy ass feels like silk. I grip her flesh and spread her cheeks apart, loving the mewls escaping her. Then, I slip them back out before pushing her shorts down her thighs.
“Nobody has to know,” I utter, as though I need to remind myself.
“Nobody,” she agrees.
Our lips find each other again as my palm slides down her taut stomach toward her pussy. My fingertips have just brushed against her thatch of pubic hair when someone pounds on the bathroom door. I jerk away from Rylie as my heart nearly jumps from my throat.
“Hudson!” Aunt Becky shrieks. “Rylie is gone! I think she
’s run away.” The door handle jiggles and then she says, “Are you sitting in the dark?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I yank my sweats up and flick the light on. “No. The light is on.” I glance at Rylie and she scrambles to put her shirt back on.
“Rylie’s gone,” Aunt Becky exclaims.
“She’s fine,” I mutter. “I was helping her with something.”
Rylie shoves the shirt over her head and then her arms through the holes. I rake my eyes over her tits that are still red from my mouth before she pulls the shirt down over them.
Aunt Becky’s silence is momentary and then her icy voice hisses through the door. “Open this door right now, Hudson Hale, or so help me I’ll get Randy down here and—”
I unlock the door and open it. Aunt Becky glares at me, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes take in my appearance. My hair hasn’t been combed from my shower earlier. I’m probably still sporting a boner. And I’m half dressed.
Her eyes dart over to Rylie, who nervously tugs at the bottom of her shirt but won’t meet Aunt Becky’s stare.
“What were you two doing in here?” Aunt Becky demands.
“She wanted to shave her legs and I didn’t want to leave her alone with the razor.” Mostly the truth.
“This is extremely inappropriate,” she bites out. “You’re both practically naked.”
Anger swells up inside me and I glower at her. “Stop,” I snap. “Stop whatever you’re insinuating. She’s my fucking sister.”
“Watch your tone, Hudson. I may be legally responsible for her, but I took you in because I love you, not because I have to. If I think Rylie’s safety is in jeopardy, I will send you—”
“My safety in jeopardy?” Rylie asks, her voice shrill. “You’re being crazy, Aunt Becky! He’s my brother!”
“Which is why you two don’t need to be locked in a dark bathroom together missing half your clothes,” Aunt Becky screams, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. “Rylie, go to your room. Now.”
Rylie’s eyes are watery and she shoots me a questioning look. I give her a small nod. She pushes out of the bathroom and leaves us be. The basement door slams behind her.
