by Terry Towers
She followed me in.
Damned girl was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something! This was partially her father’s fault—she grew up not knowing what the word ‘no’ meant!
Even though I knew it wouldn’t work, I tried to ignore her, grasping the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up and over my head. Balling the t-shirt up in my fist, I threw it towards the laundry hamper. I missed. It came up a foot short and landed onto the floor.
“I think we really need to have a serious talk about the bar.”
I sighed in defeat, turning back to face her. “Andrea, I’m drunk and tired. This isn’t a conversation I want to have right now.”
“I didn’t like how things got left off earlier. And considering you rarely drink enough to get drunk, it’s obvious you’re upset.” She took a couple steps closer to me, close enough that I could smell her shampoo. It was an apple scent. Every time I got a whiff of apples, it made me think of her. She’d been using the same shampoo for as long as I knew her.
“It doesn’t matter. Just drop it.” I undid my belt and pulled it out of my jean loops. I didn’t even try to toss it onto the dresser, figuring I’d miss, instead opting to drop it to the floor. Next came the jeans. Undoing the buttons, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and nodded towards the door, signalling for her to leave. “Do you mind?”
“I’ve seen you in your underwear before, Eric.” She planted her hands on her hips and shrugged.
I was about to say 'screw it' and pull them down when the throb between my legs reminded me of one very embarrassing thing. My dick was now solid.
Damn, and double damn.
“Get out, Andrea.”
“No.”
Normally I’m a happy drunk, but her refusal to give me space was beginning to annoy me.
“I’m not playing. If you don’t leave…”
“You’ll what?” She stood a little straighter, challenging me with her eyes. “Tell on me?”
“No. I’ll fucking make you leave.” This wasn’t the first time I had to forcefully make her do something. Unfortunately, I suspected it wouldn’t be the last.
“You can try.”
A snarl escaped my lips as I stepped forward and grabbed onto her hips. In one swift movement, I had her up and over my shoulder.
Immediately, she started to squirm on my shoulder, kicking her feet and pushing against my back with her hands. “Let me go! Let me go this instant! You big brute!”
I started walking towards the door with her protests becoming louder with each step, but I only made it several steps before my undone pants fell down my legs and puddled around my ankles.
Well, shit!
I tried to make it another couple of feet, even with my ankles virtually bound, but didn’t get far. Between the restricting of my legs, the alcohol, and the squirming chick on my shoulder, it was a recipe for disaster. I felt myself stumble and managed to shuffle a couple feet to the left, towards the bed, moments before we began to topple.
Andrea squealed as we fell towards the bed. It felt like it all was happening in slow motion. The slow fall, the attempt to push her off of me and onto the bed with her clinging to be as she felt me lose balance. Then it all fast-forwarded, and my next realization was that she was spread-eagle on my bed, my jeans around my ankles and my face smack dab between her breasts.
“Ugh, damn.” I groaned as I tried to get up, slipped, and my lips grazed her barely covered nipple. Though in truth, it might as well have been naked, considering how sheer the material was. I don’t know what in the hell came over me, or why I did it, but all my thoughts were jumbled. My lips parted, and I gently bit at her pebbled nipple over the material.
Her scent and soft body under me was like a drug. I was losing my senses, I’d never in my wildest dreams do this, otherwise. Her soft gasp as I touched her nipple a second time only urged me on. Bracing a hand on either side on her head, I ground my erection against her pelvis, releasing her breast and nipping at her collarbone.
She groaned. Or at least, I think she groaned… maybe it was me. My passion was rapidly rising, threatening to consume me. Her fingernails gripped into the muscle of my bare shoulders. She liked it a little rough—sweet Jesus, she was so fucking hot. My lips worked their way along her jaw and to her lips.
Without hesitation, I claimed her lips with mine. They were so damned soft, like satin. Her lips parted, allowing me in, and I eagerly accepted her invitation. When our tongues touched, it sparked a desire so feral in me that I could barely control myself, and the fact that she was my stepsister didn’t even occur to me anymore, I was past the point of caring. I was about to lower one of my hands to her breast when I felt her pushing against my chest.
Lifting my lips from hers, I looked down at her, and my entire body went still. There was no denying there was lust in her eyes, but there was something else—something much more disturbing. Confusing and frightening.
“Andrea?”
My mouth dropped open.
“Holy shit! Andrea!” I got up from her so quickly that those damned jeans tripped me, and I fell backwards, landing flat on my ass in the center of the bedroom floor looking up at her as she got up from the bed. Her cheeks had grown crimson red, and she was frantically fixing her hair.
Reality came crashing down on me. I’d kissed my stepsister. I’d rubbed my erect cock between her legs. I had her nipple in my mouth. FUCK!
Just when I thought this day couldn’t have gotten any worse.
But she’d kissed me back. Hadn’t she? She moaned when my teeth enclosed her nipple. Surely that hadn’t been my imagination?
“Andrea?”
“I gotta go.” She mumbled and rushed from my room as if the devil himself were at her heels.
With a groan of frustration, I flopped back onto the carpeted floor.
“Stupid ass. I’m such a stupid ass.”
Chapter 9
16 Years Ago
Andrea
This was so awesome! I was in the process of marrying the two coolest boys in our neighbourhood. My best friend Tina was being the minister. I wasn’t sure about her being the minister, cause I thought ministers were supposed to be old guys, like grandpa, but I guess this doesn’t count, so it was okay.
“Do you guys take her?” Tina asked the brothers.
“Yeah,” they said in unison, grinning.
I looked around us. There were four more of our friends here, watching. I’d put on my very best dress for this. I was supposed to wear white, but I didn’t have a white dress, so I had to wear pink. Close enough, Tina had said. I trusted her opinion—she was a year older than me, and that made her wiser than me. Tina knows a lot of stuff. I hoped I’d be as smart as her when I turned seven.
Tina turned to me, “And do you take Sam and Eric?”
I looked at the brothers and grinned. “Yep.”
“’Kay, then you guys are married. Kiss.”
The tiny audience began to giggle while they chanted, “Kiss, kiss, kiss.”
Suddenly, I was nervous. Really nervous. I didn’t think this far ahead. I’d forgotten the part where I had to kiss them. This was my very first kiss from a boy. Boys.
Sam hesitated and then stepped forward. He quickly kissed me on the lips and pulled back just as quickly. A chorus of “ewww" and "ohhhh” accompanied the kiss I got from Eric.
“Look, she’s blushing,” Todd, one of the twins' friends stated and laughed. I didn’t like Todd, he was kind of a bully. I don’t know why Eric and Sam were friends with him. Now that we were married, I’d have to talk to them about being friends with Todd.
“Shut up, Todd,” Tina yelled at him. “Don’t be a jerk. You weren’t even invited to the wedding.”
“Was too!” he replied. “Sam invited me. So you shut up, Tina.”
Sam and Eric were grinning. They were super cute. Cutest boys in our school, and both really nice, too. I know this wasn’t a real marriage, but that didn’t matter. In my mind, the three of us
would be best friends forever.
~*~ TT ~*~
Present
Andrea
What in the hell was going on? I felt the rock-hard bulge pressing against my pelvis, and I became immediately turned on, despite myself. For a moment, as his lips brushed across mine, I forgot that I was with Eric, but I was with Sam again. My insides quivered, and I melted for a split second. But then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Eric. Sam. Either way, it didn’t matter. This wasn’t right.
Pushing against his chest, I forced him to break the kiss. He looked down at me with hunger and confusion in his eyes. Was it the alcohol that was making him act this way? Heat of the moment? Sam was so spontaneous that I wasn’t overly shocked over what had happened at the bar. But Eric hardly took chances. Everything he did was thought through.
Had he really thought about me? Like this?
I panicked and gave him a harder shove. Eric went toppling backwards, his jeans around his ankles and his erection still pressing against the thin spandex cotton of his boxer briefs. I looked. I couldn’t help it. Oh damn, and was he ever gifted in the dick department! My pussy clenched in anticipation.
Anticipation of what? Sex? With Eric? My mind flashed back to Sam and how he’d made me come so quickly. Would Eric be as good, maybe even better?
Shit! I need out of here! Now! "I gotta go." Leaping from the bed, I raced out the door and into my room, closing and locking the door behind me.
Please don’t come after me. Please don’t. The words were like a chant in my head as I sat crossed-legged on the bed, my hands on each side of my forehead, my head bowed. Why couldn’t things be back to normal, when our parents were alive and the bar was making money and my stepbrothers were my brothers and not…Whatever they were now. Not too many years ago, all I had to worry about was not messing up on a cheerleading routine or what I was going to wear on a date. These new problems were well out of my comfort zone and beyond my knowledge base.
My mind was racing. Considering what had just happened, there was no way I was going to get to sleep anytime soon, even though I was physically exhausted. Grabbing my laptop from my dresser, I brought it over to the bed and sat it on my lap. Starting it up, I began to look up strip clubs, studying whatever interior pictures I could turn up. Taking note of food and drink prices, if they were available, and getting a general knowledge of the industry. There was a large range, from classy to seriously trashy. After a couple hours, I was done, or done as I planned on being. Even though my mind had stopped spinning, pure exhaustion was taking over. Closing my laptop, I placed it on my night table and curled up on the bed, not even bothering to get under the blankets. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
~*~ TT ~*~
My stomach's grumbling woke me. Putting my hands over my head, I did a full body stretch before opening my eyes. Giving myself a moment to fully wake, I rolled out of bed and headed for the kitchen after a minute's stop at the bathroom. Luckily, the guys were not up yet. I could grab breakfast and hide away from them today, at least until we opened the bar just before suppertime.
I was grabbing a box of cereal when one of the brothers spoke from behind me. Damn.
“Morning. How’d you sleep?”
I froze, trying to discern which brother it was. I couldn’t. Though I wasn’t sure if one was really better than the other at this point. Gathering up my courage, I forced a smile to my lips as I spun around with the bowl in hand and acknowledged Sam, who was wearing a friendly smile and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. “Okay. I slept okay.”
“Oh. Was something the matter?” He went to the fridge, opened it, and peered in.
Just everything, I groaned inwardly, my whole damned life! But hey, at least he was attempting to be casual. That was a plus. Maybe he’d decided to just let things go and pretend the other night didn’t happen. I hoped so.
“No, just a lot going on. The bar and all, you know.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t look up from the fridge. “I think we can figure something out. Eric can be a hard ass, but he’s not entirely unreasonable, I think we can work with him to find a solution and make it all work.”
“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t so convinced. “And how’d you sleep?”
He pulled a pizza box from inside the fridge and shrugged.
“Pizza for breakfast?” I scrunched my nose up at his breakfast choice.
He grinned. “Breakfast of champions, Andy.”
“Uh-huh.” I spooned a mouthful of cereal into my mouth, relaxing slightly. It wasn’t nearly as awkward as I’d thought it would be with him. Maybe the awkwardness was all in my head. Maybe I was making a big deal out of something that didn’t need to be a source of drama.
We ate in silence. Popping the last piece of pizza into his mouth, Sam stood. I was still working on my cereal. “I’m not going to be at the club tonight.”
“Oh, your turn to scope out some clubs?” I lifted my eyes from my bowl to look directly at him.
“Yes and no.”
I tilted my head as I looked up at him. “What does that mean?”
“I’m checking out clubs, but I also have a date. She’s going with me.”
“A date?” I attempted to come off as nonchalantly as possible, but I could hear the pitch in my voice go up an octave. I winced and hoped he didn’t hear.
“Umm. Yeah.” Sam thrust a hand into his dark hair. “Rebecca.”
“Rebecca?” I parroted. “You’ve never mentioned her before.”
“Yeah. She uh, she's in one of my classes. She called last night and asked if I wanted to go out for drinks. I told her if she wanted to tag along with me tonight to the clubs, we could start with dinner and see how it goes.”
“Oh.”
“It’s nothing serious. Why, do you have an issue with it?”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. I mean, what could I say? Did I expect him to never date again because we had a moment a few days ago? In all fairness, it was more than just a moment. But then again, I chose not to talk about it and dismissed him. Of course he was going to go on with his life. But a part of me didn’t want him to. A part of me wanted him to fight for me and wear my resolve down until I saw things his way. Which was ridiculous of me, I knew that.
I gave him a smile—a fake smile. “Of course I don’t. Why would I?” I countered. I could have sworn I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, but as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, and he returned my smile.
“Good. Don’t wait up.” Giving me a wink, he turned and exited the kitchen, leaving me more confused than ever.
Damn them both, I mentally screamed as I tossed my spoon across the room in the direction of the sink. It hit the back wall, bounced off, and fell to the floor with a clang.
Groaning inwardly, I lowered my head to the table and gently bounced my forehead off of the wood a few times. Men! Who needed them!
Chapter 10
Eric
I was being a coward, I knew that and wouldn't deny it one tiny little bit. Typically, I wouldn’t avoid a woman just because something happened between us. Why would I? But I was avoiding Andrea like the plague. I had no idea what to say other than 'sorry.' Even then, I’d seen the look of horror and shock in her eyes and expression. I’ve overstepped a very sacred line and it couldn’t be uncrossed.
Perhaps it would be easiest to play the “I was drunk” card. Maybe that would get me a free pass, but I refused to do that. At that moment, I may have been a coward, but I wasn’t going to take the easy way out and use my drunkenness as an excuse when I’d been perfectly aware of what I’d been doing. I wasn’t one of ‘those guys.’
I’d take my lumps—eventually—when I figured out how best to deal with what I’d done.
If only she hadn’t looked at me like that. Like I was the last man on earth she’d ever want.
“Fuck!” I said to the empty bar. The doors opened at 4. It was noon, and I was already here. I told Sam I was going to do inventory and start prep for the n
ight. You know, had to get a boost on the night since he wouldn’t be there. But that was a lie.
“Bud, you open?” I looked up from behind the bar to see a thin man, roughly my age, standing just inside the open doorway. I’d forgotten to lock the door.
“Ummm.” I waved him in. “Yeah, sure, why not.”
I could use the company, I silently added.
Closing the door behind him, he made his way to the bar and sat down. “I’ll have a beer.”
