“One of my favorite memories of us,” he says, and my heart flutters.
“One of my favorite memories, period.” I giggle just as he slides the last pieces of French toast onto a plate.
“But I think the memories of dry humping while we kissed come in higher on that list,” he says as he sits at the table, and I immediately take my usual seat on his lap.
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” I laugh.
For a year, all we had done was kiss, and we hadn’t gone further than that. There were times when we were close, but we never crossed that line until I was fifteen and he was sixteen, when he was driving me home from tennis practice. We had become pretty savvy about where we could go to make out because not only did we have to hide it from Sara but also from half the town, who knew us as siblings. We were making out in his car when I wanted to be closer. I was growing increasingly frustrated with kissing over his console when I took the reins and climbed onto his lap. One thing led to another, and before I could think, I was having my first orgasm while I rubbed my body against my stepbrother’s dick. It was only a matter of moments before he did the same, coming all over the inside of his shorts.
We kissed for another hour, our kisses almost frantic, before Sara called us, wondering where in God’s name we were, with an edge to her voice that let us know she knewexactlywhat we were doing and she was not happy about it.
He pulls his shirt off, exposing his bare chest, and before I can say anything, he’s pulled it over my head.
“I can’t fucking focus with you naked in my lap, and I’d like to pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth and not how badly I want to suck on your tits.” He presses his lips to my shoulder just as I feel a vibration underneath my butt. He moves me slightly, squeezing my naked ass in the process, and Igiggle before my eyes drop to his phone, where I seeMomon the screen.
“Hey, Mom,” he says before I can ask if he’s planning to answer it. He puts it on speakerphone, but I don’t say anything in case he doesn’t want to tell her that he’s with me at eight in the morning.
“Hi, honey, how are you doing?”
“I’m good. I’m with Saint,” he says immediately.
She doesn’t say anything at first, and I wonder if she’s going to ask how long he’s been with me. “I thought you would be. How is she?”
“You can ask her yourself, you’re on speaker.”
“Hey, Sara.”
“Hi, Halle. Are you doing alright?” Even though her voice is light and airy, I’m still expecting her to ask why Wild and I are together so early in the morning with a layer of judgment hidden underneath it.
“I’m fine,” I answer politely, not wanting to give up more than that.
“Good. Are you going to come down this weekend?”
“I’m not sure,” I say just as Wild says, “She’s thinking about it.”
“Well, everyone would love to see you, and I know Sebastian loves any excuse to be around you.” I frown because that is certainly not the tune she was humming throughout my entire childhood.“Mike also can’t wait to meet you.”
“Right, I know I need to meet him.” I do feel some level of guilt that my stepmom has been dating someone for almost two years and is now getting married, and I’ve only met him through FaceTime a few times. “How are you?”
“I’m good. I stopped by the cemetery this morning, and now I’m going to have lunch with Elana.”
“Tell her I said hi,” I tell her.
“Brant is home, actually. He asked about you.” Sara chuckles, and Wild stiffens beneath me.
“Still? He hasn’t gotten the hint that she’s not interested?” Wild says, but I can hear the edge in his voice, like maybe somehow, he missed that I might actually be interested in the boy next door when I’ve spent my entire life being obsessed with the boy one bedroom over.
“That was years ago. He just asked how you were, Halle, and if you were liking New York.”
“Well, tell him I’m good.”
“Alright, well, I just wanted to check on you. You guys have a good day. Hopefully, you get out and do something fun.”
“Yep, we have a day full of plans.” Wild bites down on my shoulder, and I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from yelping. I glower at him, and he winks.
“Alright, bye, guys. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Wild says, and again, I don’t say anything. He looks at me for a moment before he gives me a sad smile. “Bye, Mom.”
