Hale

by K. Webster

  “I have a boyfriend,” I blurt out. “A guy I met at school. He’s in a class of mine.” I close my eyes. “We kissed and…” Fucked over and over again. And, oh, he’s my brother, not some kid from school. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

  “Oh?”

  I reopen my eyes and smile. “I love him.”

  “Love seems like a strong word, especially if this is a new relationship.”

  Nah, I’ve known him since birth.

  “It’s the only word to describe it,” I say with a sigh.

  “What does Hudson think about this guy?” he asks.

  I snort. “He wants to kill him. Hudson doesn’t like him, but all big brothers are protective like that.”

  He chuckles. “I hated all my younger sister’s boyfriends. I even hated her husband before she married him. It wasn’t until he and I both realized we loved fishing that we became friends. It’s natural for your family to feel protective over you. That’s how your aunt and uncle feel too. They want to protect you from hurting whether that is self-inflicted or by the influence of others.”

  “For the first time in ages, I feel truly happy,” I tell him honestly. “I’m thankful for my family for worrying over me, but I’ll be okay.”

  “Well, I don’t doubt that, Rylie. You’ve grown up since the last time we spoke. The grief of losing your parents isn’t dictating your every thought either. As long as you make good decisions and are being safe, I think you’re learning ways to cope and that’s never a bad thing. Trial and error is what you have to do. Keep doing what works and eliminate what doesn’t work. I’m proud of you.”

  He continues chatting with me, mainly asking about side effects of my medication and such, but I’m distracted by thoughts of Hudson. He’s the best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve barely been away from him and I’m already aching to see him again.

  Two more weeks, Huds.

  “How was your appointment?” he asks, his voice deeper sounding on the phone than in real life.

  “Fine. He says I’m doing better. I didn’t tell him why.”

  He chuckles. “I don’t think he would have taken that news very well.”

  “How did class go? Did you even study for your finals?” I question, knowing damn well he didn’t crack open a book while visiting me.

  “I don’t have to study,” he gloats. “Besides, they’re not until next week anyway.”

  “Smug ass.”

  “What are you wearing?” he teases.

  I giggle. “Your hoodie and shorts.”

  “Where’s Aunt Becky?”

  “Still at work. It’s Monday. She always stays late on Mondays. What are you doing?”

  “I was tired as fuck after class because someone kept me awake all weekend, so I came back to my dorm to nap before practice,” he says. “But it’s raining, so they called practice off. Now, I’m just lying here in my boxers all alone.”

  I groan as I slide under my covers. “I wish I were there. I’d keep you company.”

  “That sweet voice of yours makes me hard as fuck,” he hisses. “My dick still smells like you. It sucks I have to jack myself off when all I can think about is being deep inside of you.”

  “Hudson,” I breathe as I push my fingers under my shorts and panties to seek my clit. “Why do you have to talk so dirty? Now my clit is throbbing. That was mean.”

  His chuckles turn me on. “You miss my tongue, heathen?”

  “More than anything.”

  “I miss your tongue too. You’re a tease with it, but my cock loved it anyway.”

  We both grow quiet, both of us panting as we touch ourselves. My orgasm teases me, but it’s much harder to do it on my own. He knows exactly how to touch me to make it happen so quickly.

  “Fuck, baby, I miss you so goddamned much already. This is torture,” he hisses.

  Tears burn at my eyes. “I miss you too.” My fingers fumble at my clit, but it’s no use. It’s not the same. He grunts and then lets out a ragged sigh as he comes. The sounds coming from him lack their usual passion.

  “It’s no comparison to the real thing,” he utters.

  “What the fuck, man? Coach cancels practice and you have phone sex with your girlfriend? Hi, Amy,” his friend Nick says in the background.

  A spike of jealousy flits through me, but it’s better for him to think that way. Hudson plays along with it.

  “One day, when you find the girl of your dreams, you’ll understand,” Hudson grumbles at him.

  “I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight, but it looks like you have your hands full. Literally. I’ll leave you and Amy alone.”

  “Knock next time, asshole,” Hudson says with a laugh seconds before the door slams in the background. “Sorry about that. You didn’t come.”

  I slide my hand out of my shorts. “I will when I see you next. Only you can make me come so hard I see stars. I’m not as good at it as you.”

  “Have you thought about where you want to go on vacation?” he asks.

  I roll over on my side and stare at the picture of the four of us on our last vacation. We went on our annual trip to Lake of the Ozarks. Mom and I are both wearing big sunglasses and even bigger hats. Dad and Hudson wear matching grins as they hold up their fish they’d caught. It’s one of my most favorite places. “To our usual cabin.”

  “I figured you’d say that. A couple more weeks and we’ll get to spend all the time in the world together.”

  Hudson

  Coach doesn’t look up from his computer when I enter his office. His jaw is clenched and he seems tired.

  “Sit,” he instructs as he swivels in his chair and regards me with a frown.

  My stomach hollows out. I can’t get it out of my head the time he called me in here to tell me my parents were gone. It replays over and over again in my head.

  “What’s up?” I ask as I drop heavily into the chair across from him.

  “We both know you’ve played like shit,” he says bluntly but not cruelly.

  “Yeah,” I agree. Especially this week at practice. It’s been four days since I left Rylie to come back to school and each day becomes more torturous than the last.

  “I’m going to be frank here, Hale,” he says with a huff. “Paulson has been picking up the slack and a good fit for third base. He’s focused and doesn’t make stupid mistakes.”

  I can’t even argue. I’ve missed balls I’d usually catch and can’t hit the ball to save my life. Worst part is, I don’t even care. It’s as though I’m going through the motions just to pass time.

  “Are you kicking me off the team?” I ask, my voice tight.

  He pushes an envelope across the desk. “Inside, there’s a letter of recommendation and a check from my wife. She appreciates all you’ve done for her firm, but she needs someone more reliable working there. Just like I need someone on the team I can count on.”

  I blink at him in shock. “You’re kicking me off the team and firing me?”

  His throat bobs as he swallows. “You’re not playing anymore this season. I’ve written you up and you’re on watch since your scholarship rides on you playing ball for me. I’m not kicking you off because I know you need this scholarship to go to school. But come the end of summer, you have to try out again. If you’re not back to being the Hudson I know, you’ll force my hand. I’m sorry. I’d hoped you’d take your finals next week and then go home for the summer. Maybe see someone professionally so you can work through your blinding grief. Then, come back in the fall so we can get your head back in the game. You’re one of this school’s best players and I hate to see you decline so quickly like this.”

  I keep waiting for the horror to wash over me. Nothing comes. The fact I feel nothing, surprises me. “I’m sorry I disappointed you,” I say, my voice husky as I rise from my seat. “I’m going to find myself this summer.” It’s a long time coming. With Rylie, I’ve barely begun to scratch the surface.

  He lets out a heavy bre
ath. “Find it quickly. You can’t afford to screw up your future over a few hard months.”

  I shake my head at him. “I don’t think I’ll suddenly get over the death of my parents and how it affects me by August. Just warning you.”

  “You know what I mean,” he grumbles. “If you don’t get your head out of your ass, you’ll be gone. You need to understand that, Hale.”

  “I get it, Coach.” With that, I slip out of his office and walk over to the bench where Nick is changing.

  “What did Coach want?” he asks.

  “He gave me an ultimatum.”

  “What the fuck, man?”

  “I’m done for the rest of the season.”

  “What do you mean done?” he asks, his brows furling together.

  “Like done. I won’t be practicing or playing. I can try out for the team before next semester starts.”

  He gapes at me in horror. “No. That’s fucked up. Baseball is your life.”

  No, it was my life.

  Now, everything revolves around her.

  I simply shrug. “Not anymore.”

  As I walk out of the locker room, a weight lifts from my shoulders. I may not feel the same later, but at this point, I only feel relief. I quickly text Rylie the news.

  Me: I’m off the team for the rest of the summer and I no longer have a job.

  But at least I have you.

  I don’t text her that part in case Aunt Becky is tracking our messages.

  Rylie: Oh, Hudson. I’m sorry.

  Her simple text is enough. It’s more than enough. I don’t care about all the things I once cared about.

  All I care about is her.

  I wake when someone pulls my textbook off my face. After not only getting kicked off the team but also getting fired, I came back to my dorm room to at least study for my finals. I may be slacking off in other areas, but I’ll be damned if I fail my exams. But apparently I’m not too worried about studying because I passed the fuck out.

  “Shouldn’t you be on the field kissing Coach’s ass?” I grumble to Nick, squinting against the light.

  “I’d rather be kissing you.”

  Rylie.

  She’s standing in my room looking fucking perfect.

  “Come here, heathen,” I demand as I sit up.

  She launches herself into my arms and her lips fuse to mine. I grab her ass, pulling her to straddle me. When she’s right where I want her, I break our kiss to look at her. Her plump lips are wet and swollen from our needy kiss. Wide brown eyes dart back and forth as she assesses me. Her brows are scrunched together in concern.

  “You came to see me,” I murmur, my chest thumping with happiness.

  She smiles and runs her fingers through my hair. “You had a bad day. How could I not come see you?”

  We kiss again. I’ve missed her hot tongue in my mouth and the way her body melds perfectly to mine.

  “I missed you so much,” I tell her, my voice cracking.

  She swallows and her eyes grow teary. “I missed you too.”

  “How did you get here?”

  “Aunt Becky let me borrow her car.”

  I frown in confusion. “To come see me? I’m surprised she’d allow that. We both know she’s onto us, baby.”

  Her grin is wicked. “I told her I wanted to go floating down the river with Travis and some friends.”

  A spike of jealousy at hearing his name is quickly doused because that means she’s mine all weekend. “Thank you.”

  Our lips press together and my palms roam all over her, desperate to touch everything I’ve been craving since Monday morning.

  “Nobody but Nick and the team knows you’re my sister. As long as we go somewhere away from campus, we don’t have to hide,” I tell her, grinning.

  “I like hiding with you.” Her eyes twinkle with happiness.

  I glance over at the clock. Nick won’t be back for at least two more hours. Plenty of time. Gripping the bottom of her dress, I slide it up her thighs and past her hips. She raises her arms over her head to assist me. Once her dress is gone and I have a perfect view of her perky tits in her black bra, I’m in heaven. Fuck, how I’ve missed her.

  Leaning forward, I nip at her tit through her lacy bra. She whimpers but then frantically starts yanking at my shirt.

  “Take your bra off and show me your pretty tits, Rylie,” I instruct.

  She reaches behind her, her hooded eyes boring into me, and undoes her bra. It hits the floor. Her nipples are hard and peaked, eager to be sucked on. I grab a handful of her breast and run the tip of my tongue in circles around her nipple. Then, I suck the small bud into my mouth. I pop off of her and then look up at her.

  “I can’t take being away from you,” she whispers. “Tell me you feel the same. Tell me I’m not crazy.”

  I lean closer and gently bite her now red nipple. “I go fucking crazy without you too.”

  She lets out a relieved sigh. “Another week and then we can spend every moment together.”

  I slip my fingers between us and rub her clit over her panties. “Every moment,” I vow, my voice low and desperate. “I’m going to find us a place together. Everything is going to work. It has to.”

  “It will,” she agrees. “As long as we’re together, it’ll work.”

  She lets out a moan when I pick up my pace rubbing her. Her hips rock back and forth, eager for my touch. I love how wet her panties are. She’s just as needy for me as I am her.

  “Hudson,” she breathes, her body jerking as pleasure starts taking over. “Oh, God.”

  “That’s it,” I growl. “I want you to come and soak these panties. I’ve missed you, dirty girl. Show me just how dirty you are.”

  She cries out and her head tilts back, exposing her neck to me. I nip at her collarbone as I draw a much-needed orgasm from her. My sweet girl comes hard and loudly. The moment she comes down from her high, I twist us around and lay her back on my bed. Her gaze is heated as I pull her drenched panties down her thighs and toss them away. As soon as she’s naked, I stand and lose the rest of my clothes.

  “You’re so perfect,” I praise as I crawl over her body.

  We’re like two magnets. When we get near one another, we naturally gravitate toward the other and fit perfectly together.

  I grip my aching cock and rub the tip along her slit. She’s slick with arousal, so I’m easily able to push into her tight cunt. We both let out relieved grunts. I thrust my hips and drive the rest of the way in, earning a strangled cry from her.

  “Kiss me,” she begs.

  My lips crash to hers as she claws at me in desperation. Neither of us can get enough. I want to breathe her into my motherfucking soul and keep her there.

  “Hudson,” she moans.

  I buck my hips hard. Pleasure buzzes through my every nerve ending. Our tongues thrash together wildly. I suck on her lip. Then, she bites mine.

  “Fuck, I won’t last long,” I groan. “You feel too good. I can’t fucking control myself around you.”

  “Come,” she purrs. “Come inside me. I like the way it feels. Like you’re claiming me.”

  Her words madden me. Fuck yes, I’ve claimed her. She’s mine. No matter what any asshole on this planet has to say about it.

  Fuck the rules.

  Fuck the law.

  Fuck society.

  I’m going to fuck my sister because I love her and she loves me.

  “I’m going to make you come again first,” I tell her as I seek out her clit once more. She jolts when I connect with the sensitive nub. “Does that feel good, heathen? When I have more time with you, I want to suck on it until you cry and beg me to stop.”

  “Hudson,” she whimpers. “Too much…”

  “Not enough. Never enough.”

  Her orgasm hits her violently, causing her back to arch up off the bed and her pussy to clench around my cock. It sends me off the rails. My climax rips through me hot and furious. As my dick throbs my release into her, I collapse against
her and devour her mouth.

  We kiss until I’ve long since turned soft and my cum runs from her spent body.

  “What’s so wrong about our love?” she asks when I finally pull away from her mouth.

  I stroke some strands of hair from her face. “Nothing.”

  She sighs. “They think it’s wrong.”

  “And they don’t know shit.”

  “Seriously, though. I want to know who came up with these rules. I don’t understand.” Her nose scrunches in confusion. “Back in the medieval times, people married their relatives all the time to keep the bloodlines pure. When did it stop being acceptable?”

  I kiss her nose. “I don’t know.”

  “It’s stupid.”

  “But it’s the law. And if anyone finds out…” I swallow, unable to finish that thought. I’m proud as fuck to have her as my girl. But I’m scared as hell about what would happen if anyone found out. “They can’t find out.”

  “I’d die before I spent the rest of my life without you, Hudson.”

  Sweet, beautiful girl.

  “I sure as hell wouldn’t want this life without you either.”

  She smiles. “Like Romeo and Juliet.”

  “Why does our love story have to be a tragedy?”

  Tears well in her eyes. “Mom and Dad’s love story was a tragedy. I guess all the good ones are.”

  “Not ours, baby. Ours won’t be a tragedy.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  Rylie

  “Burgers or pizza?” Hudson asks as he hunts for his shoes.

  I pull my dress into place and pat down my messy hair. “Hmmm. Burgers sound good.”

  He stops looking for his shoes to walk over to me. His arm hooks around my waist and he pulls me to him. “I’m glad you’re eating. It makes me happy.”

  I smile shyly at him. “You make me hungry.”

  His grin is boyish but kind of wicked too. “You make me hungry too.”

  We both laugh but then his mouth is pressed to mine again. Even though my stomach has been growling, I could go for another round. Our twenty-minute break where we cuddled quietly was enough to recharge us both. His palms squeeze my ass through my dress. My breath hitches when he starts sliding the fabric up again.