Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  I don’t move. Not yet. He’s still inside me, and I’m lying on top of Keagan, my breasts against his chest, my arms on the floor, and hands on his shoulders. My insides throb with the aftereffects of our sex, and I shiver. I’m getting cold.

  Keagan moves his head and tips my chin up toward him with his hand. He kisses me again. This time, the kiss is soft and sensual. His tongue slips into my mouth again, and I swirl my tongue lazily around his, basking in the bliss of a perfect orgasm and fantastic sex.

  Chapter 7

  Keagan

  When Dana finally rolls off me, we’re both fucking spent. She lies next to me, her body lax, her legs splayed open a little, her nipples soft. She traces her hand up her body in a sexy way, but it’s languid. Not trying to incite something.

  She turns me on anyway. She always fucking turns me on. She milked me dry, but she’s sexy as hell, and that won’t change, no matter how many times I come inside of her.

  Which if I have my way, will be a whole fucking lot more.

  “That was fucking fantastic,” I say with a sigh.

  Dana giggles. “Yeah. It really was.”

  She hesitates. I turn my head to her. She looks like she wants to say something.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  She shrugs. “Do you feel weird?” she asks. “I mean, about this? About having sex?”

  I shake my head. I don’t feel anything about it at all. It’s what I’ve wanted for the longest time.

  “I’m perfectly happy,” I say. “And satisfied.”

  She smiles. God, she’s fucking beautiful. Everything about her radiates with a raw and natural beauty. She’s not high maintenance like the other girls I’ve seen. It’s what I’ve liked about her from the start.

  “So, you really wanted to fuck me since we were kids?” Dana asks.

  I’m surprised at the way she puts it. She’s straightforward about it. It’s unlike her, but I like it. I nod.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about you since just after our parents got married. But I knew I would never be able to have you. Still, you’ve always been on my mind.”

  I don’t know if I should tell her that I jacked off to the thought of her all the time. Or that I still do.

  Dana frowns. “So, you touch yourself when you think of me?” she asks.

  I swallow and nod. Well, if she’s gonna ask point blank, I’m not gonna fucking lie about it. Her lips curl into a smile, and I’m relieved she doesn’t think I’m a total perv.

  “I wasn’t joking when I said you’re always on mind. I’ve wanted to do this for a long fucking time, Dana. Longer than I think you’ll feel comfortable with.”

  Dana purses her lips together, but her eyes are still smiling at me. I don’t think she minds as much as I thought she might. I’m not sure what that means, but I’ll take it.

  “How about you?” I ask. “Do you ever…”

  She shrugs. It’s not an answer, and I don’t want to push her. I got to have my way with her tonight, and that’s already pushing it enough.

  The sex was fucking amazing. I don’t want to dare hope that we can do it again, but she’s going to live with me. You never know what will happen. Besides, she seems relaxed about it, calm that it happened. She isn’t freaking out, even when we’re not caught up in lust anymore.

  That’s a fucking good sign, right?

  We lie in silence for a while, lost in our own thoughts. I still can’t believe Dana is lying next to me, naked, after I fucked her. It was just the other day that I watched her hand her business card to the slick fucker who wished he could have what I have now. And here we are, after we fucked, and she’s still here and smiling. I want to pinch myself to know that I’m not dreaming.

  But I know it’s not a dream. I can reach out my fingers and touch her. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her on my cock as if a ghost of her sex was left behind. Just to be sure, I lean toward her and plant a kiss on her lips. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back.

  The carpet is rough underneath my back now, and the cold plays on my skin. Dana’s skin is riddled with goosebumps, and I know she feels the chill in the air, too.

  “Let’s get dressed,” I say. “It’s getting late.”

  Dana nods and together we get dressed. We pull our clothes on in silence. Slowly, as I pull each piece of clothing on and fasten it, making myself respectable again, the evidence of what we did slips away until we’re just two people again, standing in the empty living room.

  “Let’s go home,” I say.

  Dana nods and looks around the place.

  “It’s strange that I won’t be able to call this place home anymore. It’s weird seeing it so empty. I don’t think I like it.”

  I know what she’s feeling, but a selfish part of me relishes in the idea that she has to stay with me now, that she has no cash to arrange an alternative. If it wasn’t for her being fired and her job search not working out, none of this would have happened.

  I’m glad it did. I don’t wish for Dana to fail, but this time, it worked out in my favor.

  She walks through her place, switching off lights in the rooms. Finally, she’s ready to leave. She locks up, and we walk to the car together. I’m carrying two boxes for her while she carries her bags.

  The drive home is quiet, save for music coming from the radio that I’ve turned down so it’s barely more than a whisper. I want her to be able to talk when she wants to. I want her to say something. I don’t know what, but this silence between us after what we’ve done is disconcerting.

  “What do you think people will think?” she asks after she hasn’t spoken for a while.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s taboo for us to be sleeping together. I know it’s modern times, but not a lot of people are going to agree with what we’re doing.”

  I shrug. “I don’t fucking care what people think.”

  “You of all people should care,” she says. “You have a reputation. You’re being scrutinized all the time. I don’t even what to know what they’re going to say about you sleeping with your stepsister.”

  So, this is why she’s so quiet. I get where she’s coming from. I don’t like that the bliss fell away so quickly, but she makes a very good point.

  “What do you want to do, then?” I asked. I have a feeling she’s going to tell me that we can’t do it again, and I’m dreading it. Now, just that I’ve finally gotten what I’ve always wanted, I stand to lose it again.

  I glance at her. She’s watching cars pass from the passenger window.

  “I don’t think we should tell anyone what we’re doing. Just keep it private?”

  She looks at me. I glance at her, unsure.

  “You want to keep doing it?” I ask.

  Dana nods. “I want to fuck you, Keagan. I just don’t want the world to know.”

  I can’t fucking help it. Hearing the words from her lips turns me on so fucking much. In no time at all, I’m hard as a rock again, even though I’ve just had one of the biggest orgasms of my life. I shift in my seat. Dana isn’t paying attention to what’s going on in my crotch area. Her eyes are glued to the landscape again, and I’m relieved.

  A few minutes later, I pull into the resident parking and park in the bay allocated to my apartment. We get out, and I help her carry her luggage and boxes inside. We ride the elevator to my floor, and I let her walk first. When we reach my door, I unlock it for her, and she steps into the apartment.

  “This is nice, Keags,” she says.

  I moved recently, and she hasn’t seen my place yet. It’s a step up from what I had before. The money I’m making with my social media platform let me get a place this nice.

  It’s a two-bedroom apartment, but it’s lush, with granite counter tops in the kitchen, double volume ceilings that give the place a dramatic feel, and wood-style flooring in the living areas.

  “Let me show you to your room,” I say.

  No one has used the spare bedroom before. It has plush ca
rpets and a double bed. She has her own bathroom with a shower and a large closet. When she walks in, she turns around.

  “This is more than I could ever hope for,” she says.

  She looks emotional, and I realize that this is harder on her than she lets on. I put down her boxes in a corner and walk to her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me. She blows out her breath in a shudder, and I can feel how tense she is. This has been rough on her.

  “Stay as long as you need, all right?” I say. “There’s no pressure. Take the time to get settled.”

  She nods and smiles wanly at me.

  “Do you mind if I go to bed?” she asks.

  I shake my head. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired as well. I leave her to it, closing her door behind her, and walk down the short passage to my own room. A moment later, I hear the shower turning on. I lay down on my bed. I’ll shower when she’s done.

  I close my eyes and picture her naked again. God, she was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Her tits, her pussy, her ass. I’m getting hard all over again just thinking about her. But she’s also here because things have been difficult for her. I’ll try not to push her too hard.

  The shower turns off, and a moment later, I step into my shower. I soap myself up and run my hands over my body and onto my cock, which is throbbing again. I slide my hand up and down my shaft, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as it used to be. Now that I’ve had the real deal, beating the meat comes in far second.

  I finish in the shower, dry myself off, and get into bed, naked.

  In the morning, I wake up from a dream where I’m fucking Dana. I smell coffee brewing. I don’t usually wake up to anything being already done in my house, unless I’ve done it myself. It takes me a moment to figure out what’s going on. When I turn under the sheets, the feeling of sex clings to me, and it all comes rushing back to me. Dana, her naked body writhing beneath mine, on top of mine.

  And she’s staying in my apartment now.

  She must be making coffee.

  I get out of bed and realize I have a full hard-on. Morning glory at its finest. I need to wait until it goes down before I can walk out of my room. I pull on boxer shorts and a t-shirt. After a few minutes, I’m good to go.

  Dana is in my kitchen, opening all the cabinets. She’s wearing an oversized shirt and what looks like nothing else. Then she reaches up, and I realize she’s wearing shorts underneath the shirt. Her breasts look soft and beautiful through the shirt, and I try to guess if she’s wearing a bra or not.

  “Morning,” I say.

  She looks over her shoulder and closes the cabinet door.

  “I didn’t hear you come in,” she says, and she looks embarrassed. “I was trying to familiarize myself with your kitchen. I meant to cook breakfast.”

  I shake my head and sit down at the breakfast counter on one of the barstools.

  “Don’t be sorry. The coffee smells great.”

  When we’re done with our coffee, we get dressed and head to her apartment to sort out the last of her stuff. The team is there to cart away the boxes just before lunch, and then Dana meets with her landlord to hand over the keys. When it’s all done, she breathes out with a shudder.

  “I don’t want to go through something like this again,” she says.

  I nod. I wish she asked for help sooner. If she had, things might not have gotten this bad.

  “Let’s go get lunch,” I suggest. “My treat.”

  We end up back at my place with club sandwiches and soda. Dana sits next to me, chewing.

  “So, fifth grade, huh?” she asks after she swallows.

  I nod. “That’s where it all started,” I say. “And you can’t help who you fall for.”

  She smiles. “We were kids.”

  I shrug. It doesn’t make a difference how old I was when I fell for her. I know her better than anyone else in my life, and I know that she’s got a lot more to like than just what’s on the surface. Even though she’s easy on the eyes, that wasn’t the only thing that drew me to her.

  “What about you?” I ask. “I know it must have gone away at some point, but where did it start?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know. Just after you came to school.”

  “Why didn’t you say something?” I ask.

  “Because the new kid always gets attention. I thought I’d let you have it.”

  I blink at her. I didn’t know it came along that far.

  “Well,” I say, taking a sip of my soda. “Better late than never.”

  Chapter 8

  Dana

  On Thursday morning, Keagan heads back to work, and I have the house to myself. I don’t really feel at home yet. Being alone in a strange house is a little disconcerting. It’s also so soon after everything went wrong, and I don’t know how to sort out my feelings yet.

  I’ll make it through, somehow. I know that much. Keagan told me I could stay as long as I need to, and I will just wait to find my feet before I go job hunting again. As kind as Keagan was to let me stay here, I don’t want to become a burden. I already feel like I’m imposing.

  I sit down in the living room and switch on the monster television he has against his wall. It’s a typical male object to have. The size is like being in a cinema, and the sound surrounds me. I put on a movie and try to zone out.

  It doesn’t work very well. It doesn’t take very long before my mind drifts to Keagan and what we did. I don’t know how I feel about it. Having sex with Keagan was fantastic when we did it, the stuff of pure fantasy. But now that it happened, I don’t know where we stand.

  I don’t know how I truly feel about him. There was a time when I liked him, when I wanted to go out on a date with him to the movies or the ice cream parlor when we were kids. But he’s been living in the same house as me for so long, I pushed everything away that wasn’t completely acceptable.

  And that included whatever I might have felt for him.

  At least, I thought I did.

  Now, everything feels different. He’s a great guy, strong and caring, kind and gentle, but there’s a sense of danger to him, too. He’s the kind of guy every girl can fall for. Especially now that he’s made it so big.

  What’s stopping him from having any girl out there? Why would he want to be with me?

  But it’s not about dating, I remind myself. We’re just sleeping together. Fuck buddies. And it’s better that way.

  Still, I don’t want to tell anyone about what happened. I can imagine my friends’ reactions. They’ll be horrified. They all think Keagan is hot, obviously, but not for his stepsister to fuck.

  God, what have I gotten myself into?

  I pause the movie and close my eyes. He is everything I ever wanted in a man. When he made a move on me, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was demanding, an alpha male, but he respected me. When last, if ever, have I had sex this good?

  I shift down on the couch. I’m hot and bothered, and I am getting turned on just thinking about Keagan and his cock. He touched me like I was the only women he’s ever seen, even though I know it can’t be true. A man as attractive as him must have had many women.

  Still, he took me like I was the only thing he wanted. And God, he did it well.

  I push my hands into my pants. My fingers slide into my slit, and I find my clit. I take a deep breath and shiver.

  The doorbell rings, and I freeze. I don’t know anyone in the building, and Keagan isn’t here. What do I do?

  It rings again, and then my mom’s voice calls through the door.

  “Dana, honey, its me.”

  I fix my pants, feeling silly, and walk to the front door. It takes me a moment to figure out the locking system, and then I open the door. My mom hugs me before coming inside.

  “I just want to see how you’re doing,” she says. She’s alone.

  “Chris is watching the studio,” she adds, reading my mind before I have a chance to ask. “How are you doing? Your cheeks are flush.”

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nbsp; I shrug and cup my cheeks with my hands. “I’m doing okay,” I say. “Keagan helped me sort out my place yesterday. Do you want coffee? It’s the one thing I can make in this high-tech kitchen.”

  My mom nods and follows me to the open plan kitchen. She sits down on a bar stool and watches me move around the kitchen. I feel clumsy in a home that’s not mine.

  “So, are you doing all right?” Mom asks.

  “I think so, yeah.” I put on the coffee machine again, trying to do what I did this morning.

  “And Keagan? How is it, staying with him?”

  I swallow, thinking about the sex we had two nights ago. It wasn’t here, so I don’t think it counts.

  “It’s okay,” I say. “It will take some getting used to, being in a house with him again.”

  I hesitate. “Do you remember when I told you I had a crush on him? Before you and Chris got together?”

  My mom nods. “You were so sweet. Your first crush and all. Why do you ask? Do you still feel that way about him?”

  “God, no,” I say, almost before her sentence I finished. I get two mugs ready for coffee.

  My mom narrows her eyes at me. “You do, don’t you?”

  I shake my head, but I’m suddenly blushing furiously, and I feel like an idiot because I can’t stop it. I’m giving it all away, and I’m not even saying anything.

  “You slept together, didn’t you?” my mom asks.

  My stomach turns. “Mom! What the hell?”

  She grins. “’You’re so transparent. I knew there was something between you two.”

  I keep shaking my head. My cheeks are on fire.

  “You could never keep a secret from me. Remember when you snuck out on that bonfire night? It’s the same.”

  I was still shaking my head. This wasn’t happening. My mom didn’t just figure out that I’d slept with Keagan. She’s smiling, though. She doesn’t look upset. And that confuses me.

  “What do you mean, you knew there was something between us?” I ask.

  My mom shrugs. “I’ve always seen it. You two are just… different together.”