What I saw changed me.
Moonlight revealed my brother on his knees before a woman, her head thrown back, his mouth at her thighs, both moving like they shared a secret I wasn’t meant to see.
I didn’t remember any sounds, though adult me knew there had been.
Something hot and confusing surged through me, stiffening my cock. I’d frozen at the new sensation, not understanding but enjoying the sudden tightening of my pants. My entire world tunneled into the scene before me.
My brother stood, running his tongue up her entire body before lining himself up and filling her. Her back arched in his arms, and my brother, supporting and balancing both of them, buried his face in her chest.
“Rowan?” Quinn’s voice snapped me out of the memory.
The two figures vanished, but not the setting. I still stood in that exact clearing. A brilliant harvest moon outlined its center while white rose bushes in full bloom surrounded me.
Quinn stepped toward me, her naked body framed by the harvest moon, her silhouette glowing. My cock stiffened, and my breath hitched. She was so beautiful.
“Where are we?” Quinn asked.
Heat rushed to my face. “Uh—yeah.”
“Are you embarrassed?” she asked. “Now Ihaveto know.”
I stepped closer and realized I was just as naked as she was. I suddenly couldn’t remember how I’d gotten here or why. But it didn’t matter. My Q-tip had asked me a question.
I told her about what I saw as a boy. Lust bloomed to life through her tether.
“That night I went to bed a boy and woke up different.” I scratched the back of my head, unintentionally flexing my biceps. “After that, I trained for real. I took more notice of girls. I started following my oldest brother around like he was a god. It confused the shit out of him.”
“And you never went back to try and recreate it?” Quinn asked.
“It’s a fantasy, Q-tip, a dream that life can never live up to.”
Quinn held out her hand. “I don’t think that’s true.”
I took her hand, and she pulled me into the center of the harvest moon. Light glowed on both our skin. Quinn rose onto her tiptoes, and I leaned down so she could whisper in my ear.
“I believe this all started with you on your knees?”
The words barely left her lips before I dropped. I kissed her thighs, one after the other, before sliding my hands up and forcing her to spread her legs. A single drip of her arousal sparkled between her folds, and I sucked all of it into my mouth.
She tasted of salt and sweetness, heady, rich. I couldn’t get enough of it. I released her folds to focus on everything between them, licking and curling my tongue around her clit, slowly at first and then faster. She moaned, and I pressed my thumb into her entrance, just enough to stretch but not invade.
Just like in my memory, she ran her fingers through my hair before gripping, as if I were the only thing keeping her upright. She moaned, and I paused to look up—her perfect neck thrown back, breasts bouncing as she rocked her hips, chasing more. More of me.
I wanted those perfect breasts in my mouth. I wanted all of her to be so close to me that neither of us could breathe. I sucked her clit a final time before dragging my tongue up her body, over her belly button ring, and between her breasts.
In some ways, I’d spent my whole life building these muscles for this moment. When I fully straightened, I picked her up like she weighed nothing and settled her just above my rock-hard dick. I could picture us outlined in the full moon.
She was right. This wasn’t a fantasy anymore.
“Grind on me, love. Take everything you want.”
My Q-tip did. Rubbing her clit from the base of my cock to my body and back while I worshiped her breasts and held us steady. Our foundation. Everything I wanted to be.
“I need more,” Quinn’s voice was breathy with need. “Please, Rowan.”
I gripped her firmer and lay us down, with her straddling my waist and my back on the cool, soft ground. I rubbed her clit. My hand was large enough to cover her completely, her slickness coating my fingers. I placed my other hand on her hip, dipping my fingers to brush the crack of her ass.
“You’re so ready for me, baby.” My voice came out as a low purr.
