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  “Then aren’t you glad I’m doing it with you? That I’ll be safe, instead of doing it with someone I don’t know?” I came closer, stepping between his spread thighs, close enough that if he just leaned a little forward he could tongue my breasts—if he wanted. I sure as hell did.

  “I brought groceries. We don’t have to go out at all. We could have a naked week. Haven’t you ever wanted to be completely free?” I laid my hand against the side of his face. “Maybe we’ll get bored of looking at each other. Maybe it won’t even matter.”

  “You could have me any way you want. It’d be fun.” I slid my hand behind his head and leaned closer. My puckered nipple was right in front of his mouth, poking at my T-shirt.

  “Fun?” Again, he shook his head, but he was looking at my breast.

  Determined, I moved closer still and pressed it against his mouth. “I’ll be yours for a week. And you can show me all the dirty things boys like to do with girls. You’ll be doing me a favor. Preparing me for when I leave for college in the fall.”

  His mouth was open. His breath warmed the tip through the fabric, making me tingle all over, but he wasn’t taking the bite. He held his body so rigid I began to fear I’d pushed too hard, that he was repulsed by how forward I was. Did he think I was a slut? Should I tell him I’d never really considered having a fling with some random guy? That I wanted him, just him, my brother Finn?

  But then he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip. A quiver traveled up my spine, liquid trickling down one thigh. He tapped it, wetting it through the material.

  “Someone needs to teach you not to be such a...”

  “What? A slut?” I gripped his ears and held him against my breast. “I’m not, Finn. But the things you wrote... They made me so hot. And they made me wonder. You talked about Cindy giving you that blow job, and then you counting the different colored lipstick rings she left on your dick. You imagined me playing that game. And when I read that, I could see myself doing it.”

  He groaned and latched his lips fully around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His hand stole between my legs and traced the track of the cream dripping down my thigh, all the way up to my pussy where he thrust two fingers inside me and swirled in my slick heat.

  But I wanted more. Wanted nothing between us. So I pulled up my tee, forcing him to let go until I was completely nude. This time, his teeth clamped directly on the beaded tip and tugged.

  “Yes.” I rocked forward and back, cupping my hips, mimicking the movements I’d make when we fucked.

  And we would fuck.

  There was no way he didn’t want me every bit as much as I wanted him. His cock was straining so hard it had to be painful, so I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around the fat crown. He was mine. All he had to do was admit defeat.

  I pushed against his shoulders, forcing him to release me. I dropped to my knees in front of him.

  “I’m not wearing lipstick, but I know you want to watch. Show me what you like, Finn. Teach me how to give you head.”

  His lips twisted. “How to give me head?” His shoulders shook with a sudden laugh. “I should wash out your mouth with soap. Wait. You don’t know how?”

  “I’ve never...” I shrugged. “I’ve fucked, but it was in the dark—and quick.”

  “Goddamn it,” he bit out. “Baby, you’re better than that.”

  “Am I?” I lifted my chin, daring him to deny me, then reached for the waistband of his shorts.

  His belly tightened against my fingers. When he pushed up from the chair a few inches, I blew out a breath, relieved he wasn’t going to stop me. I worked the material over his erection and down his thighs. Once I’d dragged it all the way off, I sat back on my haunches and stared. His dick was thick and straight, the shaft reddened and mapped with blue veins. The tip was nearly purple and shaped like a soft arrow.

  “I’ve never seen one like this.” Feeling like a goof, I gave him a little smile. “I mean, I’ve seen a dick. A guy waved it at the girls on the bus, but it wasn’t like this. Wasn’t so freaking big.”

  “You didn’t see the one you fucked?” he asked, his voice gruff.

  “Like I said, it was dark.” I licked my lips and raised my gaze. “Big brother, will you teach me? I’ll be good. Do it exactly like you want. It’ll be like the time you taught me to skateboard.”

  “You were ten.” He grunted. “And you thought dicks were gross.”

  “But I thought your butt-chin was cute. And I liked the way you held my hips when you steadied me.”

  “You little perv.”

  “That’s me,” I said letting a smirk tip up one side of my mouth. “And aren’t you about to be happy I am.”

  He groaned and settled back in the chair. He widened his thighs, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, tilting the head toward me.

  “Well, little sister, what are you waiting for? Suck it down.”

  I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Okay.”

  I reached for him, gently placing my fingers around him.

  “Hold me tighter. I swear it won’t break.”

  I liked the roughened texture of his voice. Loved the way his eyes closed halfway as he let go of himself, let me take over.

  “Suck it down, huh?” I rose on my knees and opened my mouth.

  “I want to fuck your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat. No teeth. Not a fucking scratch.”

  I loved the way he was talking to me now. Loved the dirty words, the hard tone. I sank over him, felt the cushy head against my tongue, and then slid down until it stroked past my teeth, moving toward the back of my throat. Eager to taste him, I rubbed my tongue on the side of his shaft as I went down on him.

  “Close your lips around me, Sissy. Suck it.”

  I did what he asked, eager to please, drawing on him like his dick was a big, fat straw. His fingers dug into my hair and pulled. Not gentle at all. The slight pain made me gasp, but I took his direction, coming up, then gliding down.

  “Harder, baby girl. Suck it hard.”

  I drew with all my might, bobbing over his cock, until my cheeks and lips began to cramp. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me down again. He was deep inside me. The tip of his cock crammed against the back of my throat, and I gagged.

  His fingers eased and he pushed me off him.

  “No,” I gasped. “Let me try again.”

  “Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he soothed, rising.

  Then he bent over me, shoving me to my back on the carpet. He came over me, his hands pushing me across the carpet, making room for us both to stretch out, and then it was if a gun went off, and he was over me, on me, his mouth gobbling up my breasts, his hands roaming my sides, slipping under my ass as he gave me his weight, his hips grinding his cock against my mound.

  He murmured things I couldn’t make out because his mouth never left my breasts. He suckled the tips, chewed them, flicked them, all the while molding my butt with his wide palms as he pushed his cock against me.

  But I didn’t want him to get off humping me. I wanted him inside me when he came. Then he’d be mine. No going back. Then I’d know what it felt like to be taken by someone who really loved me.

  I slipped a hand between us and gripped his cock. Hard. Holding him still until he raised his head and stared down at me.

  “Pita.” He must have read my intention in my eyes. “There are other ways.”

  “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

  “Yes. “His eyes closed. “But we’d be crossing a line.”

  “Haven’t we already?”

  “This is just… experimenting. It hasn’t gone too far.”

  “Big brother, how will I know what it feels like when a guy really loves me?”

  “Can’t you tell I do? That’s why I’m not fucking your pussy. You should save this for someone—”

  “Special? You think you’re not?”

  “This can’t ever be anything more, baby. You’re just curious. I get
that. Hell, so am I.”

  “So you don’t really want to fuck me? You just want to come? Because I’m just some girl you’ve got under you?”

  “Stop that.” His brows drew together. He looked as confused as I felt. “You know that’s not what this is. This is… wrong, baby. When you go home, you’ll see other guys. You’ll regret this.”

  “And if I told you… I love you?” I swallowed. “That I’ve been in love with you for the longest, will that make a difference?”

  “Don’t,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Don’t say that. Take it back.”

  “I can’t.” I gripped his cock harder and moved the tip down. I wet it with the fluid that had leaked from inside me. “Fuck me, Finn. Don’t hold back. I want everything. I want your dick, your words. You don’t have to love me back, but this is special… for me.”

  I hated that tears were beginning to fill my eyes and burn my throat. I had wanted to keep this light, so he’d have no regrets. I’d wanted to keep this fun. A fling. A nasty-hot week of discovery before I had to go back to my life where I only saw him at Christmas and in the summer. We’d drift apart, naturally. He’d find someone else. Someone not me. I knew it was bound to happen. But I could have this. If he’d stop being so fucking noble.

  I pushed him into my entrance and lifted my hips, my legs, trapping him there, where his only option, his only ease, would be sinking inside me.

  “Fuck me,” he groaned. “I’m a fucking bastard. I can’t stop, little sister. You’re so fucking hot.” And then he thrust inside me, and moaned against my hair. “Tight. Goddamn tight. You’re squeezing all around me, baby. Fucking hell.”

  His growled words didn’t sound like regret to me. If anything, there was relief, the same thing I felt as he sank again and again inside me, stroking me, making my inner walls hot with wild friction as he bucked and fucked, while I practically climbed his body with my feet and hands.

  Nothing had ever felt this good. This perfect. Or so I thought until the tension building inside me began to unfurl. My back arched and I gave a shout. I squeezed his shoulders and pulled his hair. I scratched my nails down his back, dug them deep into his buttocks, anything to hold onto him, hold onto the feeling sweeping through me, making me tighten, and then fall boneless to the carpet.

  He continued to pump inside me, slamming against my pussy. He paused, stuck his arms under my knees then ground deeper inside me. “Fuck, Pita. Fuck, it’s good. So goddamn good.” Hot liquid spurted inside me a second before he gave a muffled shout, and then he collapsed against me.

  I soothed his sweaty shoulders and back with soft glides of my hands, smiling as I felt the pulsing of his cock begin to wane. I loved the way it felt, lying under him, his heart pounding against my chest, his weight making it hard to catch my breath. Our bodies were connected in the most intimate way, locked together, and he didn’t show any signs of wanting to pull away. No, he continued to rock against me, stroking my pussy with shallow pumps that soothed my heartbeats.

  At last, he went still and came up on his elbows. His hands cradled my cheeks. “I’m not sorry.”

  “Me neither. I’ve never felt… that.”

  “What? An orgasm? I’m going have to know your dick’s name because I’m going to kick his ass.”

  “He wasn’t the right guy, Finn. I didn’t want him the way I want you.”

  “No,” he shook his head. “You love me. That’s the difference.”

  “Now you believe me.” My sigh was deep. My smile wide.

  “I think I have rug burns on my knees.” His nose wrinkled.

  “Do we need to move to a bed?” I laughed. “Or is little Finn all tired?”

  His gaze narrowed. “Never call him little Finn.”

  “Little Finn. Little Finn,” I sang softly.

  His fingers dug into my sides, and he tickled me until I giggled.

  “Stop, stop. I’ll pee.”

  He tickled me again, and then rolled, leaving me on top of him. His cock slowly fell from inside me, and I made a face. “I miss him already.”

  “I’m not Superman.”

  “Could have fooled me. Sure felt like you had a dick of steel.”

  * * * *

  No doubt about it. I’m going to burn in hell. Pita and I swam in the river today. I could barely keep my eyes off her ass. She wore this tiny little scrap that barely covered her cheeks. Then she dove from the dock and the knot on her bra came loose. When she bobbed up, she didn’t realize her top was gone. But there were her tits. So pretty and flushed. Thank God, we were in the water or she would have seen my hard-on. All I could think was how much I wanted her in my mouth—her little tits, her pussy. I’d be satisfied.

  I looked up from the page I’d just read and met Finn’s gaze.

  He made a face and laughed. “That was last year. You were legal. Something I couldn’t get out of my head.”

  “Is that why you didn’t swim with me again? You made every excuse in the book not to come with me. You hurt my feelings.”

  We were lying side by side on the dock on top of a pallet of fluffy towels. It was our last day together. The last day of “naked week.” And although we’d pretty much burned through his fantasies and mine and improvised a few new ones, we weren’t bored. Not one bit. If anything, we were both dreading the next day. Or at least I was. Neither of us had spoken about it.

  Finn reached out, closed the book, and tossed it to the side. Then he rolled to his back and reached for me.

  “You know, the couple upstream might come floating by again.” I settled atop his sun warmed body and grinned. “You ready to give them another show?”

  “Let’s not.” His eyes squeezed shut for a moment. “They didn’t get a shot of my good side.”

  “Big brother, you don’t have a bad one.”

  “Quit calling me that. I feel like a perv every time you say it.”

  “Then quit calling me Pita. I have a name.”

  “Maybe I’ll start calling you Pim-D.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “Pain-in-my-Dick.”

  I laughed.

  “Ah, something hurting, Finn? Can I kiss it better?”

  “We still have one last fantasy,” he said, turning his head toward the water.

  “We’ve skinny-dipped every day we’ve been here.”

  “But we’ve never done it in the water.”

  “Sounds slippery—and too soft. And you know I like it hard.”

  “You let me eat you out. Even let me fuck your ass.”

  “Don’t say that so loud,” I whispered.

  “Who’s gonna hear? The bees?”

  “And they’d be blushing just like I am.”

  “Didn’t think we had anything left to blush about. We’ve seen every inch of each other’s bodies. Touched everything. Kissed everything.”

  A pain lodged in my chest. It kind of sounded like there wasn’t anything else left to try.

  Finn cleared his throat then placed his palms on either side of face, holding me there while he locked his gaze with mine. “Dad said something before I left. I wanted to run it by you.”

  I frowned. I didn’t want to talk about our parents while we were naked. Didn’t want to think about them at all. Yes, there was a little guilt still lodged inside me over what we’d done—over the possibility we’d broken their trust.

  “What did he say?”

  “That he wanted me to look out for you when you come to school in the fall. That it would be easier, safer, if we shared a place rather than living in separate dorms. He’d help with the cost.”

  “Do you think…?” I drew a deep breath.

  “If Janice was reminding you we aren’t blood, then yeah.” He nodded. “Come on, they sleep together. They have to have talked.”

  “But how would they know? I mean really know… about us.”

  “Maybe they read something in one of my journals. I keep them locked up, but hey—she’s your mother. Guess we know where you got your spy
gene.” He grinned. “The point is… if you want… we can room together.”

  “As in separate bedrooms, with me listening through the wall while you fuck some coed? No thanks.”

  “Uh-huh. As in you and me, sharing a bed? We have different last names. No one has to know we’re brother and sister.”

  “Which we aren’t. Not really.”

  “Exactly.”

  “You sure?” I couldn’t breathe. Not deeply anyway. And my eyes were beginning to fill. “You’re not obligated. This was just supposed to be—”

  “Fun. I know. But we both know that was a lie.” His eyes on mine. Speaking truth. “What do you think? Want to keep fucking me?”

  I smacked his chest. “I don’t know. You are not going to introduce me to your friends as Pim-D or Pita.”

  “I could call you ‘my pretty pussy.’ Or… ‘my favorite fuck’.”

  I smacked him again. “I’ll tell them you’re my Clark Kent with a dick of steel.”

  “I wouldn’t mind.” He grinned.

  But I couldn’t smile. I felt my lower lip begin to tremble.

  “Really? You really want to do that? Be with me?”

  “No more fantasies…Molly. Just you and me. And anytime you want out, all you have to do is tell me.”

  “I know you think I’m too young.” I shook my head. “That I might wake up one day and find out this was just puppy love, but Finn, I’ve loved you for the longest. I’m not going to change.”

  His hands settled in the small of my back, and his chest and abdomen tensed beneath me as he lifted his head to kiss me. It was sweet. A simple press of lips. An unspoken promise. It was too soon. And we had all the time in the world to fall more deeply in love.

  When he laid his head on the deck, he smiled. “Now, what about that swim?”

  I whooped and leapt off him, then made a dash for the end of the dock, I dove in cleanly, making barely a splash. When I bobbed out of the water, strong hands closed around me from behind. I snuggled my back against his chest and sighed. I was exactly where I wanted to be. The water was warm, the sun hot. Life was good.

  He nuzzled my cheek with his bristly jaw. “How good are you at holding your breath?”

  The End