by K. Webster
She cries out when I grab her hips and pull her with me as I settle onto my back. Her tiny body straddles my face but with her back to me. Gripping her flesh, I encourage her to ride my face. At first, she jerks awkwardly, but then she gets into it. I push my tongue deep into her cunt and smile against her when she starts fucking it as though it’s my cock. She leans forward, opening herself up further to me, and then I grunt when her lips close around my dick.
With a growl, I start sucking and licking at her tender flesh. She rocks her hips as she sucks on my cock. Fuck, I’ll never grow tired of the way her mouth feels wrapped around me. Her small hand fondles my balls and jolts of pleasure zip through me.
I retract my tongue from inside her and replace it with my thumb. Then, I pull my thumb back out. She whimpers when I probe the tight hole of her ass. I’d love nothing more than to stretch this hole with my fat cock, but she’d fucking cry. She’s not ready. It’s up to me to get her ready. She trusts me to do so.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur against her juicy cunt. “I’m going to work on your ass for a bit. I want to take you here soon.”
She moans around my dick, making me grunt. Her body relaxes and I gently urge my thumb into her. It’s so fucking tight. In and out, I work her hole. I slip it back out and then push two fingers into her cunt, wetting them. When I pull them out and try for her ass, she clenches her cheeks.
“Let me stretch you,” I growl. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathes and then lowers herself back down on my cock.
I work my middle finger into her nice and slowly. Once I’m sure she’s good with that, I pull out slightly and then start working another finger along with it into her. She whimpers and tears drip onto my thighs.
“Relax and it won’t hurt,” I say, encouraging her.
Her grip on my fingers lessens. “I-I can do this.”
I kiss just under her ass cheek as I fuck her tight hole. “Of course you can. You can do anything, baby.”
She moans and rocks against my fingers. I want to stretch her with a third, but I won’t take it too far without lube. Not tonight. With my fingers in her ass and my tongue inside her cunt, I lose myself to her. She bobs on my length as if it’s the only thing in this world she wants to do. I come with a groan. The surprise burst of cum has her gagging.
I slide my tongue from inside her and lap at her clit. It doesn’t take her long before she’s coming with a shriek. Once she stops shaking, I slip my fingers from her and pop her on the ass.
“Let’s get a shower and then I’m taking you out. Nap time is over.”
As soon as Rylie emerges from the bathroom after getting ready, I nearly choke on my gum. She’s shy as she looks at me from beneath her lashes. There’s no reason to be shy, though. She’s a goddamned knockout.
The short dress she wears shows off her long legs and I find myself wanting to skip going to the bar like we’d talked about so no one sees her. Her brown hair has been straightened and hangs down her back, begging to be touched. She’s put on makeup and it accentuates her features, especially her plump lips.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I accuse with a grin as I prowl over to her.
“You look pretty hot yourself.” Her smile grows wider.
I grip her hips and pull her against me, my erection hard between us. “I promised you a night out but fuck, heathen, if I don’t want to break that promise right now.”
She giggles. “I want to go dancing. You can come back and fuck me all night long. But first, dancing.”
I kiss her smiling mouth and grab her ass with both hands. “Fine, but I don’t know how long I’ll last seeing you look so damn hot.”
We manage to leave the hotel room without fucking, which was a feat. Once we’re outside in the warm spring night, we hold hands, uncaring if these strangers see us together. I walk her along the sidewalk until we come to a restaurant nearby. Music plays and the place is jam-packed.
“Let’s eat outside,” I tell her as we head inside.
The hostess guides us to a table outdoors and seats us. We get carded when I order us margaritas but thankfully Rylie has her fake ID with her. Minutes later, we’re munching on chips and salsa and drinking margaritas.
“You look beautiful.” Her eyes light up at my words. I lean forward and tug her necklace out from under her dress so I can admire our rings hanging from her neck. “Better.” I wink at her.
“I’m happy, Huds.” She beams at me. “Really happy.”
“Because you like Mexican food?” I tease.
Her grin grows wider. “Because I can finally have you. It feels right. As long as I have you, I’ll always be happy.”
I take her hand in mine and squeeze. “Mom and Dad may not have approved of us getting together, but I can’t help but think they can feel our happiness wherever they are. I think, deep down, all they ever wanted was our happiness. We’ve done it, baby. We’re both happy.”
Her smile falls. “Why does it feel like it could all disappear in an instant?”
Thoughts of sitting inside a cold, empty jail cell flit through my mind. Alone. Without her. That would be fucking hell. “Nobody can ever know.”
She nods. “I know.”
The rest of dinner goes on fine, but I can’t help but look at everyone suspiciously. We even dance a little, but neither of us is into it. Do they know? Once I’ve paid, I drag her out of the restaurant, eager to get her away from nosy fuckers.
“Where are we going? The hotel is that way,” she says, pointing in the opposite direction.
“I want to take you somewhere.”
The walk is kind of long but nice. Crickets chirp and I can hear cars on the highway nearby. We approach a small park that’s mostly secluded by trees. She’s quiet as I open the gate and sneak us inside.
“Let’s swing,” I tell her.
We settle on the swings but don’t do more than sit. Our bodies are twisted so we can face each other.
“Can I see your necklace?”
She nods and unfastens it before handing it to me. I pull the rings from the chain and hand it back to her. Her brows are furrowed with curiosity as she puts the necklace back on.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to marry you in a church like you deserve,” I murmur.
“Hudson…”
I place the bigger ring into the palm of her hand. “But in every sense of the meaning behind the ceremony, I want you in that way. Maybe they won’t let us, but our hearts will.” I slide the simple band on her ring finger. “If we were allowed, would you want to marry me?”
Tears well in her eyes and she nods. “In a heartbeat.”
“Me too, baby. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you deserve.”
She shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, as she slides my ring on my finger. “You give me everything I want and need. I don’t want what everyone else has. I want us.”
Leaning forward, I capture her lips with mine. After a long kiss, I pull slightly away and swipe away some wetness on her cheek with my thumb. “I love you more than anything. They’d have to drag me away in cuffs because I’d never willingly leave your side.”
Her fingers latch into my hair. “I wouldn’t be able to survive without you, nor would I want to.”
Our mouths meet again, desperate and hungry. The words we spoke may not be what ones would say in a traditional wedding ceremony, but to us, they’re just as binding.
“I love you,” she breathes against my mouth. “Only you. Only ever you.”
Rylie
A week later…
“Your parents would be so proud,” Aunt Becky says, beaming at me from across the table at the steakhouse where we’re celebrating my graduation.
“I’m proud of you,” Hudson agrees, winking at me.
My skin grows hot and I have to force myself to look away. Last weekend, after our weekend alone, I had to drive back to finish out my last week of school. Hudson stayed back and completed his finals
. Now that I’ve graduated and his semester is over, a huge weight has been lifted. We haven’t been granted alone time yet since he got in this morning, but as soon as Aunt Becky and Uncle Randy go to bed, I’m going to attack my brother.
“Your uncle Randy and I’ve been looking into cruises. Since your parents aren’t here, we thought about taking a family vacation just the four of us before the baby comes. Next summer, we won’t be able to,” Aunt Becky says.
I deflate at her words. I don’t want to vacation with them. I want to go away like Hudson promised me. To our cabin. Alone. Just the two of us.
“The cruise line is one of the best,” she continues. “Very expensive but worth every penny. None of those small windowless cabins on this ship.”
As she drones on, I can’t help but feel sad. When a hand clutches my thigh beneath the table, I dart my gaze to Hudson.
He mouths the word, “No.”
I crack a smile. Hudson doesn’t break his promises. He told me we’d get the cabin, so we’re going to get our old cabin.
“How’s Travis?”
Aunt Becky’s sudden inquiry into my fake boyfriend has me stuttering. “Oh, uh, he’s fine.”
She purses her lips and darts her eyes back and forth between Hudson and me.
“Have you talked to Amy lately?” she asks my brother. “I saw her at her shop. She’s lost a little weight but is looking great. Asked about you and how you were doing. Wanted me to tell you to call her sometime so you two could catch back up.”
“I cheated on her with a chick from college,” Hudson bites out, ending Aunt Becky’s idealistic dreams of them getting back together. “We’re on a break.”
“Maybe the break needs to end,” she says, her tone curt.
“We’re not getting back together.” He drains his wine and leans back in his chair, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. The pale blue dress shirt he wore for my graduation molds to his perfect physique. It’s hard to keep my eyes off him. He’s too hot.
“I see,” Aunt Becky says.
“I’m beat,” Uncle Randy grunts. “Ready to go back home?”
They pay the bill and the ride home is silent. Uncle Randy, the least talkative of our bunch, holds the entire conversation. We get to hear all about one of his clients and how he nearly beat his golf score. Hudson fumes from beside me and Aunt Becky grinds her teeth loudly. Once we’re home, Hudson feigns being tired and leaves us to eat cake alone. Uncle Randy eats his cake quickly and then he escapes.
As soon as he’s gone, Aunt Becky says her piece. “Something is going on with you.”
I chew the cake and stare at her with wide eyes. “Hmm?”
Her gaze falls to my ring that sits on my necklace once again, not safe to wear on my finger around people. “You and Travis getting serious?”
“Yep,” I squeak.
She narrows her eyes. “That’s funny because I ran into him today at Amy’s store. His mom owns the one next door. When I mentioned you two dating, he laughed.”
“He’s a jokester,” I mutter. “What did he say?”
Her nostrils flare. “He said he wished you were dating.”
My cheeks burn under her scrutiny. “He was just messing with you.”
“I can tell when you’re lying,” she snaps, making me jump. “If you two are together, maybe you should get him over here for dinner tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I hiss. “I didn’t know I needed proof of who I was dating.”
“Rylie, I’m only trying to help you—”
“I don’t need your help,” I bite out at her.
Me: She’s such a bitch.
Hudson: I know.
Me: Come see me.
Hudson: Too risky. Come see me.
Me: Give me a few minutes to make sure they’re asleep.
I slip out of my bed in the dark and sneak out of my room. The air conditioner keeps the air cold and my bare legs become covered in chill bumps. Hudson will warm me up. I creep over to my aunt and uncle’s room and press my ear to the door. Uncle Randy’s snores are loud and the television is no longer playing, which means they’re both asleep.
Quietly, I make my way down the stairs to the basement door. Then, I sneak downstairs where Hudson stays. The glow from the television illuminates the space. He’s not sitting on the sofa but on the floor near some boxes we brought from our old house. His brows are furrowed together and his shoulders are hunched.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper as I rush over to him and kneel next to him.
He’s holding Mom’s baseball T-shirt that says: Hudson’s #1 Fan.
“I let her down,” he murmurs. He turns his head to regard me and his features are twisted in pain.
“She was always so proud of you.” I hug him and kiss the side of his neck. “She’d still be so proud of you. You’re more than baseball, Hudson. You’re everything to me.”
He drops the shirt to run his fingers into my hair. I’m dragged to his lips and he kisses me hard. Our tongues duel for control. He wins. He always wins. I moan against his lips but then he’s pulling away all too soon.
“I found something Mom would have wanted you to have,” he says as he pulls out a rectangular wooden box.
“Her haircutting scissors.” I pluck the box from his hand and open it. The metal glimmers in the light of the television. “Do you remember how pissed Dad was when she bought these?”
“They were nine hundred dollars,” he says with a chuckle. “I thought Dad was going to shit a brick.”
I smile. “You going to let me practice on your hair?”
His eyebrow arches up playfully, the sad moment long gone. “Are you going to do a good job?” He pulls the box away and sets it onto the carpet beside him. “Or are you going to give me a bowl cut like Mom did when I was in kindergarten? Thank fuck she went to beauty school and learned later what not to do. That was awful.”
I swat at him. “Yes, jerk. I’m going to do a good job.”
He grips my wrist and tackles me. A giggle escapes me before his hand covers my mouth to keep me quiet. His body is heavy pressed against mine. I can feel every part of him. My thin T-shirt and panties allow me to enjoy every muscle on him. His cock is hard between us and I try to wriggle to get him to rub it against my clit.
“You’re a dirty girl, hmmm?” he asks as he slowly grinds against me.
I blink at him and nod. His palm slides from my mouth, dragging my bottom lip down as he makes his way to my jaw. He uses his fingers to open my mouth and then his hand continues down to my throat.
“Hudson,” I whisper.
He grips my neck in a possessive way before his lips press to mine. I moan against his kiss, which has him groaning in response. His hand slides down to my breast and he squeezes it over my shirt.
“A week was too long, heathen,” he murmurs. “I fucking missed you so much.”
“I missed you too. I need you.”
His palm slips under my shirt and he runs it along my bare flesh. I gasp when he pinches my nipple. My panties are wet with need to have him. He drags his palm back down my stomach and digs his fingers beneath my panties.
“These have got to go,” he growls.
He starts tugging them when light suddenly floods the basement.
“Fuck,” he snaps as he rolls away from me.
I sit up and right my shirt just as Aunt Becky stomps down the stairs and comes into view. Her glare is rage-filled as she takes in the scene.
“I knew it!” she yells, her face turning bright red. “I fucking knew it!”
Hudson rises to his feet, his erection obvious as ever in his sweatpants. Oh God. This is bad. “Knew what?” he challenges, a vein throbbing visibly on the side of his neck.
I scurry to my feet. “We were looking through Mom and Dad’s old things and—”
“No!” she bellows. “Stop lying. Just stop the goddamned lying. I know you two are sleeping together. Oh, God.” She gags. “What have you done?”
My heart ham
mers in my chest. “What?! What are you talking about?”
“Stop lying!” she screams.
“Calm the fuck down,” Hudson snaps at her, his body naturally moving in front of mine in a protective manner.
“Get away from her!” Aunt Becky yells at him. She picks up a lamp and launches it at him. It’s still plugged in, so it doesn’t go far.
“What the hell is going on down here?” Uncle Randy demands as he stumbles down the stairs in nothing but his boxers and rubbing at his eyes.
“I told you, Randy!” She points accusingly at us. “They’re fucking! It’s incest.”
Randy stills at the bottom of the stairs. “You caught them?”
“Look!” She waves her hand at us. “I interrupted something!”
“You’re out of line,” Hudson snaps. “We were going through our parents’ things. That was all. Stop your horrible fucking accusations.”
She rushes to Hudson and slaps his face. “Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” When she goes to slap him again, he grabs her wrist.
“Get the fuck away from me,” he seethes, his shoulders tense with rage.
“Hudson,” I whimper, willing him to calm down.
“Let her go,” Uncle Randy barks, stalking over to us.
“Tell her to stop hitting me,” Hudson snaps as he releases her.
She slaps him again. “I ought to kill you! Fucking your sister? You’re a sick sonofabitch!”
“Aunt Becky!” I cry out. “Stop!”
She starts pummeling Hudson’s chest with her fists. He grabs her forearms and holds her away from him.
“Get your goddamn hands off her, boy,” Uncle Randy orders. He pulls her away from my brother and comes between them. “I think it’s time for you to pack your shit and leave. You’re causing too much trouble in my home.”
“I’m causing trouble?” Hudson laughs scornfully. “Your meddling bitch of a wife is sticking her nose in places that are not her busin—”
