She pauses, contemplating, and then nods in agreement. “Sure. Let’s go for a walk.”
We stroll down the street in silence; the tension hangs heavy in the air. She stops abruptly, her eyes flashing with intensity as she turns to face me.
“What the hell were you thinking?” she demands. “You kissed me in front of everyone! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”
I swallow hard, meeting her gaze. “I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just… I couldn’t help myself.”
She crosses her arms, looking away. “You can’t just do stuff like that, okay? This whole situation is crazy. You’re my stepbrother, and this… it’s wrong on so many levels.”She motions between us.
I step closer, nervous energy coursing through my veins. “I know. But I can’t help how I feel, Dylan. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
She looks back at me, her eyes wide with surprise. “You… you have?”
With a nod, I reach out and softly touch her arm. “Yes. And I know it’s complicated, but I can’t pretend I don’t feel this way. I need you to know that.”
With her gaze lowered, she anxiously nibbles on her lip. “I don’t know what to say. This is… it’s too much.”
I take her hand, my pulse racing. “I know. And I don’t want to make things harder for you. But I had to tell you. I had to be honest.”
She looks up at me, her expression filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know if I can handle this, Matthew. It’s too much.”
I nod, my stomach flips. “I understand. But please, just think about it. Think about us.”
She pulls her hand away, turning to walk back to the house. “I need some time.”
I watch her go, my heart heavy with a mixture of hope and despair. The future is uncertain, but I can’t ignore how I feel any longer. I just hope she can find it in herself to forgive me and give us a chance.
The next morning, I wake up early, my mind still buzzing with thoughts of Dylan. I decide to go for a run, hoping the physical exertion will clear my head. As I jog through the neighborhood, I replay yesterday’s events, trying to make sense of the fact that I have feelings for my soon-to-be stepsister.
By the time I get back, I’m no closer to a solution. I shower and head to the kitchen, finding Dad sipping his coffee.
“Morning,” he says, glancing up at me. “You look like you didn’t sleep much.”
I shrug, pouring myself a cup. “Just thinking about some stuff. Hey, do you know when Dylan is coming back?” I ask. “Or Holly?” I add, so it’s not suspicious.
He sets his mug down. “Holly will be back this afternoon. Dylan, no clue. She’s probably still with her friend.”
My heart sinks a little as I nod in agreement. I need to talk to her, but I don’t know what I’m going to say. As the day drags on, I find myself growing more and more anxious. I keep checking my phone, hoping for a text or a call, but there’s nothing.
Finally, in the late afternoon, a car pulls into the driveway. I look out the window and see Holly getting out. Disappointment flooding me as I watch her. She looks tired and pale. But that’s my dad’s problem. She’s not who I’m waiting for.
Chapter 3
Ford
Istep out of the bathroom and glance over to the bed. Jacob and Dylan are still sound asleep, but she’s rolled away from him and is now on her back. Her legs are parted slightly, giving me a delicious glimpse of her pussy.
My hand slides down to my cock, gripping the shaft and stroking it. Suddenly, I’m hungry for her. My feet move effortlessly, cutting the distance between me and her. Gently kneeling on the bed, I crawl between her legs, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. Stopping between her legs, I slide them apart further, and lie down, blowing a breath of hot air along her seam already glistening with her arousal.Fuck, she’s gorgeous.She moves underneath me and I glance up.
She’s still sound asleep.
I should wait for her to wake up, but I don’t want to. I need to taste her. I flatten my tongue, licking up the length of her folds. She starts squirming and I add a finger, her soft moans filling the room.
When I peek up, I’m happily surprised to see Jacob joining in, sucking one of her perfect nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth as he rolls the other between his fingers.
That’s my cue. I slip another finger into her tight little hole, curving the tips of them as I finger fuck her with abandon. Her hips begin to move in sync with my ministrations.
“Fuck!” she cries. “I’m going to come.”
