My heart sank. Coleman was James' last name. How had people already found out that I was sleeping with my brother? It didn't seem possible. “Excuse me?” I asked.
She must have sensed my concern. “Um, you know. Coleman Corp. Mr. Coleman likes to do business meetings here and I thought you might be here for one of them since you looked like you were from out of town.” Her eyes went to my weather inappropriate clothing.
I sighed in relief. “Yeah, that's it. Sorry, it's been a long day.”
She seemed to be relieved as well. “That's no problem.” She counted out my change and handed it back to me.
I watched as she made the coffee drink. “Does he own this place?”
She looked back over her shoulder. “Part owner. He's mostly hands-off but he occasionally brings in a piece of art that we absolutely have to display on the walls, or sends us a band that we must absolutely let have a gig.”
I nodded, drinking it all in. Suddenly, my eyes fixated on something on one of the walls. “Let me guess. That's one of the pieces that he insisted on.”
She followed my gaze to the wall. “Oh yeah, that license plate. He said it belonged to the only girl he ever loved.”
I laughed. “It was on his old Mustang, one that he wrapped around a tree in his freshman year of college.”
She laughed too. “Well, I always figured that it was something tragic. I'm glad it wasn't a person, but I'd probably be sad about it too.” She looked back at me. “Hey, you must know him pretty well if you know all that.”
I smiled. I knew him all too well. “Yeah, we went to high school together. My name's Allie.” It was only a small lie, and I thought that maybe I'd be gone soon enough that it wouldn't get me into any trouble.
She held out her hand and I shook it. Her smile was practically infectious. “Anne. So nice to meet a girl from James' past that didn't despise him. So many of his ex-girlfriends obviously hate him.”
I laughed. “That sounds like James alright. Luckily, I'm not an ex-girlfriend, so I don't exactly hate him.” Not anymore, anyway.
That seemed to surprise Anne. “I'm shocked. You're exactly his type.”
I'm exactly his type, I thought to myself. Considering he had just fucked me senseless a couple of hours ago, I could have guessed at that. I shrugged. “We never hit it off.” Also not technically a lie.
She turned around and put a spritz of whipped cream on my coffee. “Didn't hit it off with Mr. Coleman, huh? Well, maybe you're more my type, then.” She handed me the cup of coffee. “If you're in town for a little longer, you should come see my band play,” she offered.
“When are you playing?” I asked.
She gestured to the stand next to the register. “The schedules are all right there, but I play this Thursday night.”
I grabbed the paper and gave it a quick look. “Maybe I will,” I said.
She smiled. “I'll see you there,” she said, giving me a wink.
I walked away with the steaming mug of coffee. There was a small open table by the window and I sat down. I began idly looking over the schedule, noticing that there was a poetry reading later tonight.
I'm exactly his type, I thought again. Did that mean he had been picking up on girls that looked like me? Or acted like me? I kind of wanted to talk about it with Anne, but I didn't want to give up the fact that I was interested or that I was his stepsister.
I thought of James, laying down with a blonde girl that looked close to me. I imagined him fucking her like he had fucked me earlier, feeling the need to spurt his seed inside of her, maybe even imagining that the girl was me.
Fair is fair, I thought. I had done the same thing with every guy I had ever been with.
I looked up and saw Anne glancing at me. She was the polar opposite of me in appearance. Skinnier than me, much darker hair, the wild streak of color in her hair, the intense green eyes. I wondered if James had ever turned her down. I wondered if that's what she meant by “you're my type” when I said James and I had never hit it off. Suddenly, it dawned on me.
She meant that I'd have to be a lesbian to not hit it off with James.
I caught her looking over at me again, and this time I saw the crack of a smile as she looked away. I was no stranger to the LGBT community, but it was still weird for me to be hit on by a girl. A girlfriend of mine in high school had tried to talk me into having a threesome with her boyfriend once. I was curious, and I had seriously considered it, but in the end I had declined because I thought her boyfriend was gross.
I thought about what Anne had meant. If I had to be a lesbian to not hit it off with James, that meant that he had to bring home tons of women. Part of me realized I should be worried about it, but I had never seen any evidence that he was a cheater. He had specifically said that he was single when he was home for Christmas. Maybe he was loyal, but he just drove women away. When I thought of what a jerk he had been to me when we had lived together, that explanation wouldn't have surprised me at all.
My phone chirped. I pulled it out of my purse and looked at it. It was Nicole, my roommate at college.
Are you coming home tonight?
She was probably planning on having a boy over tonight. I hated it when she brought boys over, but the boys loved the California girl with the curly blonde hair. Still, I hated that they always left the seat up and ate all my chips. But, it would be really rude of me to lie. I sent back a text.
No, I'll be gone for the night.
I waited for a response, but none came. She was probably already making out with whatever guy she had picked up for the night. I started dicking around with my phone, looking at stuff on myFace, doing whatever I could to stop from thinking of James. Stop from thinking of what our future could look like.
It was funny. Part of me thought that as soon as he fucked me or rejected me that I would get this out of my system. That one time was all I needed. Like I could have him once, and it would just wash the need right out of my system. I wished that it could be that easy, that I could get on the train back to my college and forget that tonight had ever happened. That I could forget how much I ached for him to touch me. The thrill I got off just his fingertips on my skin. He was a drug, and now I was hooked.
I knew that I couldn't go back to the way things were, at least for the moment. I thought of his eyes when dilating when he looked at me and I knew I didn't want to, but I needed something to keep me distracted until I could get my next fix of him again. I ran across a picture of Tessa. She had been the one who had convinced me to tell James how I felt about him. I doubted that she could have predicted that I would travel to Boston, demand that he fuck me, and possibly already be carrying his baby. I sighed to myself, then texted her.
Hey. What are you up to tonight?
I knew that whatever it was, it wouldn't be much. She was stuck in Bloomfield at community college while I was out exploring the great big world. I felt pretty guilty about it, but I felt even more guilty about the fact that I hadn't kept in touch with her when I went to college. My phone chirped with her response.
Hey girl! Nothing much, just cleaning up and getting ready to head home. You?
I didn't know how to respond, so I just lied.
Same.
I immediately felt like an idiot. She knew I didn't have a job so there was nothing I could really be cleaning up, except for my dorm room. Still, she probably wouldn't call me out on it. My phone chirped.
Oh, ok. Enjoying that New York City night life?
I laughed. This next text wouldn't be a lie.
Not tonight.
Her next text caught me by surprise.
Did you confess your love to James yet?
That was Tessa, always blunt and to the point. I didn't love him, I just wanted to fuck him. I knew that. I knew it. I didn't know how to answer her, though. Should I just lie to her? Should I tell her that it was none of her business. Should I tell her everything?
I fiddled with my phone while I decided, but apparently it wa
s too long for Tessa to wait. Her face popped up and my ring tone went off. I sighed, thinking that the easiest thing for me to do would be to just hang up. That would be so rude, though, and it would just make things worse. She knew I was right here, we were just texting.
Eventually I hit the green “Answer” button. “Hey Tessa!” I answered, sounding cheerful.
“Dish,” she said in a deadpan voice.
“About James?” I asked.
“Who do you think I'm asking you about?” I paused as I thought about how to answer, but she spoke back up. “I thought you said you weren't going out tonight.”
I realized she could hear the chatter of the coffee shop in the background. “I just went out for some coffee, that's all.”
“Uh huh. What about James?”
There was no avoiding this. “We talked,” I said slowly.
I heard her do a squeeee sound. “And? Is he going to come to New York to see you?”
If you only knew that I went to him, I thought to myself. “I still don't know where we stand, to tell you the truth.”
“Well? Did he sound completely disgusted?”
I hesitated, and I knew that that told Tessa everything anyway. “No. But I'm still very confused about how he feels.” That, at least, was the truth.
“Well, you better make it clear before I call him up myself. I need a billionaire sugar daddy myself, and your brother might be able to get the job done. Might.”
“Stepbrother,” I quickly corrected.
“Stepbrother, right. I want you to let me know the minute he decides to come out to New York and sweep you off your feet,” Tessa said.
“I'll do that,” I lied. “I've got to get some studying done, but I'll chat you up later.”
“Sure thing, girl. And, if he does come out to New York, just make sure you're careful. He's got a reputation, and I'm not sure that you being his sister would stop James Coleman from being James Coleman.”
“Stepsister. And I will be careful.”
I thought that Tessa must have picked up the tone in my voice when I kept correcting her. “Is anything else wrong?”
I wanted to spill everything to her. I wanted to tell her about how James had fucked me, how I was so confused, how I wished we could just cuddle on the couch and have a slumber party, but I couldn't. I couldn't tell her about the mixed emotions surging through my stomach every time I thought of James. “No,” I said.
“Is it Dennis?” she asked, referring to the guy who had gotten a little handsy with me in the parking lot of The Statemen bar in Bloomfield. I thought he would stop but James had been convinced otherwise, almost beating the tar out of Dennis. Tessa said that he had a bit of a reputation for not stopping when a girl said no.
“It's not Dennis, I haven't heard from him since...” I trailed off.
“Right. Well, whatever's bothering you, you take care of yourself.”
“You take care, too,” I said, hanging up.
I stared at the stage as I set my phone on the table and tried to think of what to do next. They were setting it up to be used for the poetry reading, and I didn't really want to stay for that. I threw the rest of the coffee down my throat, tucked the band schedule in my pocket, then made for the door. Anne caught my eye on the way out. “I'll see you Thursday?” she asked.
I smiled. “I'd like that,” I said. She smiled even wider and turned to her next customer. I wasn't sure where I'd be on Thursday, but that didn't stop me from being nice.
Chapter Five
It was even colder out now, but luckily the walk was short back to James' apartment. When I got there, I kept all my clothes on. I sat on his beautiful sofa and turned on the TV, but I didn't recognize any of the local channels. Luckily¸ he had a premium movie channel, so I just turned that on and waited.
I wasn't paying attention to the movie, but it was some kind of serious drama. It definitely wasn't a softcore porn, but there was one love-making scene right in the middle of it. The girl in the scene was in her mid-20s and beautiful, but I was definitely concentrating more on the guy.
He was muscular, serious, and had just a hint of stubble. He was definitely older, but I couldn't help but look at the way he moved. Of course, the movie didn't show any penetration. I knew they were probably wearing some kind of underwear, but just the way he moved his hips told me that he was a fantastic lover. At one point, the movie flashed to a view of his ass, thrusting away in the mock motions of fucking this girl.
I could feel myself getting wet immediately, thinking of James' ass moving as he thrust inside of me. My hand seemed to move on its own as it unbuttoned my pants, then slid down into my panties. As soon as I touched my clit, my thoughts flashed to James fucking me.
The way that the actor on TV was kissing the actress, I knew that there was real chemistry between them, just the same way there was real chemistry between me and James. With every thrust, the girl seemed to be building in ecstasy, just as I did.
I imagined James, reliving the way his brows came together when he climaxed. The way his body took control of mine. I hated the way he was always in control, but I loved it, too.
My eyes went back to the screen. The two of them seemed to be climaxing simultaneously. It was so hot to watch two people brought to orgasm together, and as the man's jaw dropped, I felt my own do the same. My body already felt sexually exhausted, but I bucked and writhed as my own orgasm washed over my body. When I opened my eyes, the scene was over, back to the drama. I quickly wrapped up my masturbation, but left my pants unbuttoned, just in case another sex scene started up.
I watched the rest of the movie, but didn't really have any idea what was going on it. My mind was still racing with thoughts about how the rest of the day had gone. About what was going on in my own body right now. As the credits started, I wondered what I would do next. My phone chirped. A message from James told me exactly how I'd be spending the rest of the evening.
I'll be home in ten minutes. I want you in bed and ready for me.
I thought about texting back something sarcastic, but I had felt robbed earlier when he had to leave and I didn't want anything to derail this.
I stripped down to my underwear and bra and found myself back in his bed, wrapped in his sheets.
I was ready for more.
Chapter Six
I heard him open the door to the apartment and walk in. His footsteps were just as deliberate as they had been when he had come home earlier.
“Allie?” he called.
“In here,” I yelled back.
“Good,” he said as he walked in the doorway. He had already thrown off his suit coat. Now he was unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.
“I was wondering if you were just going to tear off every one of those,” I said, smiling up at him.
He laughed. “Do you have any idea how much these cost? They're monogrammed.”
I pouted. “Oh, poor baby. I guess you'll just have to buy yourself some more.”
“I guess so,” he said. He left his shirt open and kicked off his shoes. He crawled into bed with his shirt and pants still on.
I licked my lips in anticipation as he crawled on to the bed until he was on all fours on top of me. I reached up and kissed him, running my tongue along his salty lower lip as my legs curled around him and my hands slid under his unbuttoned shirt and pushed it down his muscled arms. He was hot under my hands. I ran them back up over his strong shoulders, squeezing his muscles, then down his hard, toned chest. I slid them over his pants and felt the weight of his growing erection hanging down between his legs. I nipped his lip with my teeth.
“Aren’t we feeling playful?” he asked, before pressing his lips to mine and kissing his way down to my neck. It tickled and I giggled, lifting my hips up into his as I felt his cock pressing into me, feeling him begin to thicken and grow with more urgency now I had hold of him.
He reached down to unbutton himself, knowing that he was going to dive right into me as soon as our clothes were of
f. I pouted again. “I want to be on top.”
“Oh? And why should I let you?”
I ran my tongue along my upper lip. “Because I’m going to let you put this...” I gave his cock a gentle squeeze through his pants, then slipped a finger into my mouth, “...in here.”
He laughed. “I should hire you to negotiate for me,” he said, rolling over and collapsing heavily on his back in the mess of white sheets. “You’re a convincing girl.”
I immediately went for his belt, pulling down his pants in one motion. I swung up and straddled him, his hairy muscled legs prickly against my smooth thighs. I ran my hands over this chest as he put his arms up behind his head. Looking at him, it was as if he was going to take a leisurely nap, not watch his sister suck his cock.
I grinned at that dirty thought. My hands took his hard dick out of his cotton boxers, ready to suck him until he came in my mouth. The thought flamed my desire, and I could feel the heat and tension building between my thighs again.
Well, maybe I wouldn’t let him come after all. At least not in my mouth.
I pulled down his boxers far enough that his thick cock bounced free, straining toward the ceiling and standing before me like a statue. This was why men built obelisks and skyscrapers, I thought, sitting back and admiring him. I had been with enough guys to know James was blessed. Not only in size, but in appearance. His was a handsome cock, well-proportioned, thick and meaty. It was the sort of cock a girl looked forward to fondling and sucking on.
I ran my hands down his length in a gentle caress, letting one hand slide under him to lift his balls while the other gripped his shaft and squeezed. I lifted with both hands in the same rhythm, stroking him up and down.
“I told you I was going to spoil you,” he said with a cocky grin, thrusting his hips up for me.
“I like being spoiled,” I said, leaning down and kissing his chest.
I licked one nipple, then kissed over and licked the next, grinding my hips up towards my stroking hands. When I sat back up, a trickle of his milky pre-cum had spilled from the slit at the end of his engorged shaft. I slid back and leaned down, squeezing him as tightly as I dared, putting my tongue to his slit to lick the second bead of pre-cum that gathered there.
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