BROTHER’S LITTLE BIRTHDAY GIRL

AR TABOO
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1

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 Brother’s Little Birthday Girl

Getting into trouble never felt so good.

 Chapter One

LAYLA

Y awning, I roll over in bed, but then I run into something hard. My eyes
fly open, knowing it's not one of the many stuffed animals I share my bed
with. For a moment, I still think I might be asleep when I look into the same
green eyes I see in the mirror every day.
“Knox?” I whisper. If I’m still dreaming, I don’t want to wake up. It’s
been years since the last time I saw my brother.
“Happy birthday, sis.” A slow smile spreads across his face, and he
leans forward, his mouth brushing against mine.
“You’re really here?”
“Of course, I’m here.” He rubs his nose against mine, and it’s exactly
the way he’s always done it. “Told you I’d be back.” He’s right. When I saw
the note he left on my vanity, I rushed to his room in confusion.
We shared a bathroom that connected our rooms, and I used to sneak
into his bedroom at night because I was scared of the dark. I had to stop
when Mom told me that I couldn’t do that anymore. Lucky for me, Knox
never followed the rules, and he was the one sneaking into my room. He
didn't give a damn about getting grounded since he always stayed home
with me anyway. The only thing he ever did outside of school was play
football, and we went to all his games.
The morning I found the note, I searched Knox's room, but he wasn't
there. All of his things in the bathroom had disappeared, along with most of
his clothes.
Knox pulls back the fuzzy blanket covering me. “You look good in my
shirt, sis.” He strokes his fingers across the front of the shirt, over the
lettering from his old high school. In the process, Knox's thumb brushes
across my nipple, and my breath hitches. “Maybe I should take it back.” He
gently tugs on the material, but he gets my nipple at the same time.
“I’m only wearing panties,” I tell him.
“Really?” He lifts the shirt to get a look for himself because he doesn’t
believe me. He pulls it up too high and reveals my stomach and the
underside of my breasts.
“Knox!” I wiggle as heat rushes to my face. I don’t know why I’m
being shy. He’s seen me getting changed in the bathroom plenty of times. I
always kept the door open. Heck, when we were younger, we bathed
together, but I guess my body has changed since then.
“What?” His brows are pulled together. “It’s just me. You never cared if
I looked before.”
“It’s different now,” I whisper.
“Because you’ve got tits now?” Knox slips his hand under my shirt,
cupping my breasts. “I think they’re still growing.” I open my mouth to
protest and then snap it shut. My body is having a reaction that I can’t
explain. “I’ve changed too, little mouse,” he tells me as his callused thumb
drags back and forth over my nipple.
“Where have you been?” I can barely get the question out as my body
heats.
“At first I went to Aunt Bee’s. Then college.” Knox leans forward and
buries his face in my neck. “But don’t worry. I’ll never leave you again.”
He kisses the tender skin there, and I let out a small gasp. Then I feel his
tongue tasting me. “Or maybe you should worry.”
With that, he rolls away from me and off the bed. I’m left there panting
as I watch him stand. He reaches into the front of his sweatpants to adjust
himself, and I see the outline of his hard cock. Once again, my body
responds to this in an unusual way, and everything south of my bellybutton
clenches.
“Better go before the parents find me.” He winks, then disappears back
through the ensuite before shutting the bathroom door behind him. A second
later, a knock sounds at my bedroom door. Mom pokes her head in, and I
notice Dad lingering behind her.
“I made your favorite breakfast, birthday girl. Hurry up, we’ve got a big
day,” she encourages me.
“Morning.” I smile at both of them and wait for them to mention my
brother. Neither of them do, but then again, they never talk about Knox.
They get tense anytime I say his name.
“Happy birthday,” Dad responds, and I crawl out of bed.
“Hey, sis.” Knox pushes past our patents, making the door open wider.
He comes straight for me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Happy
Birthday.” He lifts me off the floor and spins me around once before my
dad protests.
“Put her down,” he snaps.
"You need to put on shorts or something." My mom hisses at me.
Knox doesn’t acknowledge them but slowly puts me back on my feet. I
feel his hard cock press against my stomach, and he winks.
“Peter will be here tonight,” my mom chirps, and I groan inwardly.
What is their new obsession with Peter? My parents homeschooled me to
keep me away from boys and are now trying to push my dad’s friend's son
on me. It's been happening for the past few weeks.
 “Cool,” I say and force a smile. I wasn’t super excited about my
birthday party tonight, but now I’m even less excited. It’s not only because
of Peter, but I wanted to hang out with my brother and catch up.
“Come on, son,” my dad orders. “Let’s eat. You can help me with some
chores around here.”
“Later, sis.” Knox kisses me on the cheek, and I watch him go.
“Shorts,” my mom reminds me again when my brother disappears down
the hallway.
“Okay!” I roll my eyes and change. When I come down for breakfast, I
find both my dad and my brother are gone.
Mom starts talking about a million things for the party before dragging
me out of the house for the day. While we’re out, I get a new dress, and I
don’t tell her that I chose a dark blue one because it’s Knox's favorite color.
After the dress, she took me to get my hair and nails done.
By the time we get home, I have to go straight upstairs to get ready for
the party. Once I’m done, I go to peek in Knox’s bedroom, but the door is
closed. Part of me wonders if he invited any of his old friends to the party
tonight. Knox was always popular, and I get jealous thinking about what
new friends he might have wherever he’s living now.
When I hear a sound coming from his room, I freeze. Then a second
later, I realize he’s groaning. Thinking that something’s wrong, I rush over
and fling open the door. I gasp when I see him standing there naked with his
hand wrapped around his cock.
His eyes meet mine. “Sis,” he grits out then starts to cum.
“Sorry,” I mumble before closing the door and racing downstairs.
The party has already started, and there are several people here. My
mind races as I replay every detail of what I just saw. Was he holding a pair
of my panties? And did he have a tattoo? I swear it looked like my name
written on his chest, but that can’t be right. It all happened so fast.
 “Layla.” My mom calls my name. “Come say hi.” She motions for me
to come over, and my feet move on autopilot. “Are you okay? You’re
flushed.” She puts the back of her hand on my forehead, and I lean away.
“I’m fine,” I tell her.
“How about I get you a drink?” Peter cuts in. He doesn’t wait for a
response and grabs my hand to lead me away. “I brought a little something
fun to celebrate.” He lifts his shirt to show me a bottle of alcohol. I’ve never
drunk before, but maybe one won’t hurt.
After what I just saw, I’m going to need it.
 Chapter Two

KNOX

B y the time I make it downstairs, Layla is talking to that jackass Peter.

My dad told me all about her “boyfriend” and how she was a good girl and
I needed to stay away.
All my life they’ve been telling me to stay away from my sister, but it’s
no use. We share a special bond that they don’t understand, and they never
will. Layla loves me, and I love her. Now that I’m back, I’m not leaving
until she comes with me.
Just when I take a step toward Layla, my mom cuts my path off. “Don’t
ruin this night for her,” she says in a sharp voice.
“You mean don’t ruin it for you,” I say, and her eyes narrow.
“You’re not welcome here anymore, Knox. We’ve made that perfectly
clear.” She straightens her shoulders, and I wonder what it must be like to
hate your own son.
“Yes you have. But don’t worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon. I’m only
here to celebrate my sister's birthday. You know, the one where you’re not
allowed to control her every move anymore?”
“This is her home.”
 “For now.” I shrug. “But if I were you, I’d play nice. Or you’ll be seeing
your daughter about as often as you see your son.”
A woman I don’t know comes over and butts into our conversation.
“Edith, you have to tell me who you used to cater this party.”
My mom decides between scolding me or pretending we’re a nice
normal family, and I guess saving face wins. She starts to tell the woman all
about it while I walk away in search of Layla.
When I find her, she’s standing close to Peter in the library. Her cheeks
are flushed, and she looks uncomfortable as he moves in closer. Not waiting
to find out what happens next, I go in and loudly clear my throat.
Their heads snap up in my direction, and while Layla looks relieved,
Peter looks annoyed. He reaches out and puts his hand on her arm to keep
her from coming to me. Big mistake.
“Get your hand off my sister,” I order, my voice cold and threatening.
“Why, so you can touch her instead?” He sneers. “We all know why you
were forced to leave, Knox. I just can’t figure out why you’re not ashamed
enough to stay away.”
“What’s he talking about?” Layla asks innocently.
“Your brother wants to fuck you,” Peter says, and although Layla’s eyes
widen, she doesn’t seem shocked.
I casually tuck my hands in my pockets and remain calm. “I’d like a
moment alone with my sister.”
“See, he’s not even denying it.” Peter looks to Layla for confirmation
that I’m a disgusting piece of shit, but she doesn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Can you give us a moment alone, Peter?” She smiles, but it’s totally
fake. He doesn’t seem to notice and eventually lets out a heavy sigh.
“Are you sure?” When Layla nods, he reluctantly lets her go and leaves
us alone.
Once we’re alone, I hold my arms out. and Layla comes running
straight into them. “You okay?” I ask as I kiss the top of her head and hold
her close.
“I’m okay. But was that true? Is that why they sent you away?” She
leans back to look up at me with those beautiful green eyes. They are so
much like mine, but hers are brighter, like she’s been untouched from the
darkness of the world.
“They said I loved you too much.” I slide my hand down her back and
then cup her ass. The dress she’s got on is so fucking hot, but all I want to
do is rip it off of her.
“That’s impossible.” She smiles, and for the first time I catch a hint of
alcohol on her breath. “You can’t love me too much.”
“He wasn’t wrong. I do want to fuck you.” I turn us around and push the
door closed before pressing her against it. “But first I want to taste you.”
“Knox?” Her hands stay on my shoulders as I go to my knees in front of
her.
“I got you a birthday present.” I say as I push her dress up her thighs
and around her waist. “Let me give it to you.”
Her breath hitches when I reach for her panties and pull them down just
a little. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her soft pussy and moan in
pleasure. She’s completely bare, and my tongue is slippery against her wet
folds.
“Oh god, Knox. This is so bad.” Her fingers grip my hair, and she pulls
hard, but I don’t move.
“You like it,” I tell her and look up. She’s staring down at me as I lick
between her pussy lips and over her clit. She’s fighting it, but I keep going.
“Stop,” she whispers as her eyelids lower. “Knox, don’t stop.” This time
when she grips my hair, she’s pushing me tighter against her pussy.
When I cover her clit with my mouth and suck, she screams in pleasure
and cums on my face. Her hips buck forward on their own, and then her
legs shake. I have to hold her up as I suck off the last of her orgasm and
then lick her clean.
 Once she’s finished, I tug her panties all the way off and hide them in
my pocket. This will make the rest of the night go much easier.
“Come on,” I tell her when I stand up. “You need to talk to your
guests.” I bend down and kiss her, letting her taste what I’ve just done.
 Chapter Three

LAYLA

A s everyone sings happy birthday to me, I can still feel the sticky
remainder of what Knox did smeared on the inside of my thighs. Then I see
him across the room, and our eyes lock. As the night has gone on, Knox has
become tense. It may have been years since I’ve seen him last, but I still
feel in tune with him in a lot of ways. It worries me because I know at times
he can have a temper and be vengeful. He’s always been protective over
me, even with our own parents.
My brother isn’t a young boy anymore. He's a man, and I don't think my
father can control him. I never know what Knox might do. He is as
unpredictable as ever.
I lean down and blow out my candles, making a wish. This year is
different because Knox is finally back, and things are going to change. For
the first time in a long time, I’m hopeful. Life isn’t going to be so
miserable; I’m just a little scared that it might be more than I can handle.
“Happy birthday.” Mom engulfs me in a hug that I know is more for
show than genuine. Most things she does are about appearances. I can tell
from the glassy look in her eyes that she already had more than a few
glasses of wine. I give a few more awkward hugs before Peter is next to me
once again.
I peek over at Knox to see if he’s going to come save me again, but he’s
talking to Peter’s mom, Marie. She places one of her perfectly manicured
hands on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“How are you, kids?” Dad inquires, drawing my attention back.
“Great.” Peter gives my dad a giant smile, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.
Peter can be a lot like my mother, I think. Everything he does is based on
saving face.
Knox isn’t that way. He says what he thinks even if it’s something that
should be looked down on. I’m still shocked over what he outright admitted
to Peter. He didn’t have any shame or embarrassment. After witnessing that,
I’m not sure anything could make Knox blush.
“Fine.” I shrug, knowing my dad is waiting for a response.
He, too, has been odd lately. It can't be only Knox that’s making him
that way. I've been noticing for the past few months that a shift is taking
place at home. All of it is putting me on edge.
“How about some drinks?” Dad hands us both a cup. “You’ve got to
have cake too.” He grabs two small plates off the table for us, and I mutter a
thanks.
I peek over again to find Knox, but I don’t see him. I don’t see Marie
either, and my stomach turns. Everyone knows about Peter's mom. At least
I’m guessing they do because my mother is a major gossip, and I hear her
talking about her all the time. I once heard her say she was glad my own
dad was sneakily banging her so now he wouldn’t want it from her as much.
That made me sad for both of them.
“Thanks, Mr. Ford.” Peter raises his drink in cheers to my father. Next,
Dad holds his out for me, and I touch my glass to his and give a mumbled
thanks.
 “Why don’t you kids head out back for some privacy? Have you ever
seen the tree house I built for Layla?” my dad asks.
He’s full of crap! Knox built that for me. The most my dad did was
maybe drive Knox to get supplies because he was only about fourteen when
he built it for me. The thing is a mini-house, and I still go out there to read
sometimes when I really miss Knox.
“No, I haven’t. You should show me, Layla.” Peter puts his cake down,
and his hand goes to my back. He’s practically pushing me out of the house.
“Okay,” I finally agree because I could use some air. The drinks I had
with Peter are starting to affect my head. I don't know if my body is still
warm and fuzzy from the orgasm Knox gave me or the alcohol.
“Here, let me,” Peter says when we enter the little house. He pulls out
his vodka and pours some into our cups. He chugs his, and I cringe. The
stuff tastes terrible. Still, I take a gulp of mine before setting it on the
bookcase next to me.
“This is pretty cool.” Peter admires it while he walks around the space.
Knox put in so many details when he made this place. He hung up
pictures and put curtains on the little windows. There’s a small table with
two chairs in one corner and a futon sofa you could lie down into a bed.
Peter notices the futon and grabs the bottom. Then he pulls it out and flops
down onto it before he gently pats the seat beside him.
“Oh no, I didn’t get my cake.” I know better than to go over there with
him.
“Come on—” Peter stops talking and then blinks slowly. “Think
somethin—” He suddenly slumps over onto the futon.
“Peter?” I rush to him and try to shake him awake. “Peter!” I shout, but
he doesn’t budge.
“He must have drunk it fast.” I spin around and see my dad has a smirk
on his face.
“Dad, something is wrong with him.”
 “I know.” He walks over, and for a second I think he is going to help.
To my shock, he grabs Peter’s arm and pushes him off the bed. Peter
hits the ground with a loud thud, still not waking up.
“Dad?”
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” He cups my cheek. “Maybe you
should lie down.”
“I’m fine.” I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes.” He grabs me by the shoulders and then shoves me down onto the
bed. “He thought he could have you.” Dad goes for his belt.
“I don’t want Peter.” I sit up as Dad takes off his belt. Panic rises inside
of me. “Not Peter.”
“He means me.” Knox growls before slamming his fist into the side of
Dad’s face. Our father stumbles backwards, tripping over the little table in
the process. Then he falls on top of it, causing it to splinter into pieces.
Knox steps over him and bends down.. “How are you feeling, Dad?”
Dad lies on the floor for a second, seemingly out of it. He tries to get up
but without much luck. I sit there in shock as Knox reaches down and
retrieves our father's belt from the floor.
“Knox?” I call to him.
"In a second, sis," he says, strolling over to our father. “How are you
feeling?” He repeats the same question our dad asked me.
“What, what did you do?” Dad blinks a few times, like he’s trying to
clear his vision.
“What did I do?” Knox laughs before grabbing him and lifting him off
the floor.
He wraps the belt around Dad's throat, dragging him toward a chair. He
shoves him down into it before pulling out zip ties. Dad tries to fight him,
but Knox punches him in the stomach, subduing him. Knox secures him in
the chair so that he can’t move.
 “You think I’d let you drug her?” He grabs him by the hair and jerks his
head back to stare down into his eyes. “I gave you a taste of your own
medicine. Not as much as you gave that little shit on the floor. I gave you
just enough so you wouldn’t miss this next part.”
 Chapter Four

KNOX

“K nox, what are you doing?” Layla asks when I walk to where she’s
sitting on the futon.
“I’m going to take the thing he wants most.” When I’m right in front of
her I put a knee on the futon, and her eyes widen. “He tried to keep me from
you so he could have you all to himself.”
“What?” She blinks at me and then looks over at Dad. “He⁠—”
“He sent me away, Layla. He knew how much I wanted you, and he
couldn’t stand that you wanted me back.”
“Is this true?” She asks him, but he’s silent.
“Hey,” I say to her, and her eyes find mine. “You love me, don’t you?” I
don’t know why I have to ask because I know she does. I just want to hear
her say it. I want him to hear her say it. No matter how hard he tried to keep
us apart, he couldn’t do anything to break our connection.
“Of course I do.” She lets out a small breath as she reaches up and cups
my cheek. “You know I love you more than anyone else in the whole world.
You’ve always been my best friend and the one person I could be my true
self around. You’re my big brother and protector. I love you the most.”
“You trust me?” I raise a brow, and she grins at me.
 “With my life.”
“Then why don’t you lie back and let me show you how much I love
you.” Her eyes dart over to Dad, but I move into her line of vision. “Just
you and me forever, right?”
“Right,” she quickly agrees.
“That’s my girl.” I put my hand on her thigh, and when I climb onto the
futon, she lies back on it. “Just keep those gorgeous eyes on me.”
I bend down and kiss one knee then the other. Then I put my hands
between them and spread them apart. She does as I tell her and only looks
at me while I open her up.
“Jesus,” I hear Dad say from behind me. I made sure he could see it all
but not be close enough to do anything about it.
I dip my head between her thighs and lick up the center of her bare cunt.
She’s still sticky from when I ate her out earlier, and I love how she’s only
gotten sweeter. She moans when I do it again, and I look up to see her eyes
closed while she’s lost in pleasure.
“You taste so sweet.” I say and lick her again. “The sweetest little sister
I could ever wish for.”
“Will you do that sucking thing again?” Layla looks at me with needy
eyes and flushed cheeks.
“You liked that?” I say and lick circles around her clit. She nods, and I
grin. “Why don’t you tell Daddy how much you liked it.”
“I can’t watch this,” Dad says, but when I look over, I see his cock
already straining against his pants. No matter what he says, he likes
watching.
I lick between Layla’s pussy lips and then suck on her clit. She cries
out, and her fingers go to my hair. They tighten as I do it again, and she
moans loudly.
“Tell him you like it,” I say again, and she’s quick to respond.
 “I love it, Daddy.” She whimpers when I suck on her clit and then flick
my tongue over it. “I love it when he licks me. Oh god.” She’s nearly
panting now and riding my face. “I-I’m going to cum.”
“Tell him,” I order.
“He’s going to make me cum, Daddy.”
Fuck, hearing that makes my cock drip, and I have to reach in my pants
to stroke myself. She does exactly as she promises and cums on my face as
I eat her pussy. Our father watches, and I can see him holding his breath as
she climaxes. He’s desperate to touch her, but I’d cut off his hands before I
let that happen.
“I think I’m going to get addicted to that,” I tell her when I take one last
lick and sit up.
“Me too.” Layla’s eyes are half closed as she watches me move between
her legs.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this, baby sister,” I tell her as I push
the front of my pants down and my cock juts out between us. The tip is
already wet, and I smear it against her thigh.
“Don’t,” Dad says sharply, and I look over at him. “I’ll give you
whatever you want. You want money? I’ll give you anything. Just don’t do
it.”
“Knox,” Layla says softly, and I turn to look down at her. She kisses me
softly before looking into my eyes. “I want it to be you.” She reaches
between us and guides my cock to her opening. “I’ve always dreamed of
you being my first.”
“Your first and last,” I tell her as I sink inside her pretty pink pussy.
She’s so goddamn tight it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. I
thrust forward in one hard rush and grunt when I’m all the way inside. She
cries out, and I try to go slowly, but I’ve never, ever felt anything so fucking
good.
 “Holy shit,” I breathe as I thrust in and out of her wet little slit. “Fuck.
So good. Tight. Wet.” I can hardly get out words, but I want him to know
what he’s missing. “Fresh little cherry.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear our father struggling to
get out of his chair, but it’s no use. The more he fights it, the tighter the zip
ties will get.
“Knox, you feel so good.” Layla moans and wraps her legs around me.
“I needed you inside me for so long.”
My cock swells at her dirty words, and I tell her to keep going.
“I was so empty I ached. I needed you right here.” Her fingers move
between us, and I feel them on my cock as it enters her.
“Now you’ll need it all the time. Once you get a cock in you, you’ll be
begging to be filled all the time. As soon as I cum in you, you’ll be
searching for more.”
I look over at Dad and wink. That sends him into another round of rage,
and he shouts in anger.
“Daddy, he feels so good.” Layla is taunting him as she rocks her hips
to take me deeper. “He’s so big and hard.”
“Pull that dress down. I want to suck on your nipples,” I tell her, and she
does it. As soon as the pretty little buds are out, I hungrily lick and suck
them. It makes her moan louder, and I don’t know how much longer I can
last.
Layla and I have always been in tune, and like she can sense I’m close,
she goes right to the edge. Her back arches and her thighs tense as she
clenches around me hard. I thrust deep one last time as I watch her cum on
my cock. Her blush starts just above her tits and then spreads up her neck
and cheeks. Her orgasm goes on for so long, and I feel every pulse of her
pussy on my shaft.
The way she milks me is obscene, and I have no choice but to cum
inside her. My cock throbs as I fill her little pussy up, and she keeps
begging for more. I cum and cum until it’s running out between us and I
have to use my fingers to scoop it up and smear it across her belly.
She’s a mess by the time I’m finished, and when I pull out, there’s a
rush of it that comes out too. I push it back in her as well as I can, and then
I get up off the futon. My cock is still hard as fuck and jutting out in front of
me, but I ignore it as I walk over to where our dad is seated. I hold my hand
out in front of his face, and he looks up at me.
“I know you want to taste her,” I say to him, and he looks down at my
fingers that are coated in the both of us.
He opens his mouth, but before he can either get a taste or tell me to
fuck off, I open my palm and smack him across the face with it. It’s so hard
his eye is immediately bloodshot, and it takes him a second before he can
focus on me again.
I bend down so we’re face to face as I look at my father for the last
time. “That’s the only taste of her you’ll ever get.”
When I turn back around, I button up my pants and then reach for
Layla. She’s wobbly on her legs as I help her put her dress back in place
and then pick her up in my arms. Neither of us says another word to our
father as we leave. I’m sure someone will cut him free. Eventually.
“What’s going to happen now?” she asks when I carry her from the
treehouse.
“I’ve already got your bags packed. We’re leaving, and I’m taking you
home.” I kiss her forehead, and she snuggles close.
“Home.” She sighs contentedly, and I squeeze her in my arms. “I like
the sound of that.”

THE END!
 Summer Heat

My boys and I are headed to the lake, and my little sister is coming with us.
 Chapter 1
JILLY

I can’t believe it’s the first day of summer and I’m all alone. School was
over last week, and I have two whole months before I leave for college.
Someone might think that my summer would be filled with parties and
saying farewell to friends, but they would be oh so wrong.
Graduating from high school was my first step toward a life of
independence. The next step is going to college and getting the hell out of
this town. It’s nothing but rich snobs that think everyone is beneath them.
Lucky me, my parents are among the worst of them.
The people I went to high school with thought I had a dream life where
I got everything I wanted. That was so far from the truth. My parents have
gone out of their way to make sure I’m not happy and given me the bare
minimum to get by. They made it clear from the time my brother and I were
old enough to understand what money was and that they were the ones with
money, not us.
It’s why I don’t have friends. I was busy working and studying the
whole time so I could save up enough money for college and hopefully get
scholarships. Thankfully, my hard work paid off, and I got a full ride in the
fall. But now that high school is over, all I can do is think about how much I
missed out on.
This year was harder than the ones before because my brother Easton
was in his first year of college. We were always close, but he was like me:
ready to get out of here as fast as he could. I don’t blame him for leaving
me behind. I knew it would happen eventually. It’s just sad that I’m going
to be stuck here in the house alone all summer now that I don’t have a job.
The restaurant where I had been waiting tables for the past couple of
years knew I was leaving for college. They had someone come in looking
for a job, and since I wasn’t going to be around much longer, they let me
go. I had enough money saved up that I didn’t need to get another job, and I
hated to go through the process of getting retrained somewhere else only to
leave.
So here I am, twiddling my thumbs while my parents summer in Greece
and my brother is off doing whatever it is he does. Okay, so maybe I’m
jealous he’s finally out of here and doing what he wants, but I’d never admit
that. I love Easton, and for so long, all we had was each other. I could never
begrudge him his freedom, so I keep my misery to myself.
As if he’s reading my mind, my phone lights up with a text from him.
East: How’s my baby sis?
Me: Bored.
East: I thought as much.
East: Wanna hang out?
The question surprises me because his college is hours away. My
parents were talking before they left, and I overhead them say that he was
staying at the college over the summer and working. I remember my mother
specifically saying he wasn’t going to be able to come home at all. She
sounded relieved.
If he’s asking me to hang out, then maybe he’s on his way here?
Me: Um, YES!
 East: Grab your bathing suit. I’ll swing by in ten.
Me: Are you serious?
East: Tick tock Jilly Bean.
I can feel myself smiling as I squeal with delight and rush to my room.
Thank god I took a long bath last night and shaved everything.
When I get to my closet, I grab an old gym bag and then search for a
bathing suit. As I look through the bottom of my drawer, I realize the only
thing I have to wear is a white two-piece that I’m pretty sure I got
secondhand in middle school.
“Shit,” I say when I pull it out and hold it up to the light. “Is this even
going to fit?”
I double-check the drawer, and sure enough, that’s the only bathing suit
I have. Deciding that I don’t have a lot of options, I strip down and put it
on. When I look at myself in the mirror, I confirm that it’s indeed too small,
but the most important bits are covered. Okay, maybe you can see a hint of
my areolas, but my pussy lips don’t come out unless I squat.
Grabbing one of Easton’s old shirts, I pull it on along with a worn pair
of cut-off jean shorts. Just in case, I toss a change of clothes into my gym
bag and some sunscreen. Just when I’m sliding my feet into flip-flops, I
hear a horn honking out font.
I’m giddy as I race down the stairs and see Easton open the front door. I
don’t hesitate to leap into his arms, and he catches me like aways. I feel him
press a kiss to my cheek and then to my neck as he nuzzles me there. He
breathes deep like he’s inhaling my scent, and I snuggle closer.
“There’s my Jilly Bean,” he says into my hair, and I close my eyes,
loving this connection. It’s been too long.
We’ve always been close—closer than our parents would like us to be.
Too bad for them that never stopped us. We slept in the same bed until they
forced us to separate and started locking me in my room at night. The worst
was when they tried to stop us from taking baths together. As soon as they
noticed Easton’s “excitement,” as they called it, they wanted to put an end
to it. But they couldn't be with us one hundred percent of the time, and we
found a way.
As he holds me now, I remember how good it felt to be in his presence,
and I miss our private time. Our secret time that we never told anyone
about.
“I missed you,” I whisper against his neck and place a kiss there. I feel
his arms tighten around me and then one of his hands goes to my butt to
hold me closer.
“So this is the famous Jilly?” I hear someone say, and I look over
Easton’s shoulder to see two guys standing there.
“This is her,” Easton says as he looks at me with something like pride.
“Jilly, these are my boys Aaron and Jayce.”
“Hey,” I say and then feel Easton kiss my temple before lowering me to
my feet.
“Are you ready to go?” Easton asks.
“Where are we going?” I feel a surge of excitement when he takes my
gym bag from me and then slides his hand in mine.
“I thought we’d go to the lake,” he says and nods to the dark-haired
friend. “Aaron’s got a boat, and he wants to take it out.”
“Oh my gosh, yes!” I’m practically bouncing on my toes as we walk out
of the house and climb into the truck.
Aaron is driving, so Jayce takes the front passenger seat while Easton
and I sit in the back. As soon as Easton climbs in beside me, he pulls me
against him and slides his hands between my thighs. He cups the bare skin
in a possessive hold and grins. I grin back and finally admit to myself how
much I’ve missed him this year.
Sure, he came home for the holidays, but it wasn’t the same. Our
parents were always watching us so closely that we couldn’t have the alone
time like we used to. This feels like something new and exciting because
they aren’t here to watch us, and I don’t have to leave to go to work. We’ve
got all day and maybe all night. Easton knows our parents are in Greece, so
we could have the whole house to ourselves.
“I can see why East never wanted to party,” Jayce says as he glances
back at me.
Aaron turns on to the road and glances back in his rearview mirror. “It
makes a lot more sense now.”
“What do you mean?” I laugh, looking over at Easton.
“Why bother looking for a hookup when you’ve got a girlfriend this hot
back home?” Jayce says in answer.
My cheeks flush with embarrassment that Jayce called me hot. But I’m
also stuck on the word girlfriend. Did Easton not tell him that I’m his
sister?
“Don’t worry, your man was a saint the whole time. Never once saw
him so much as look at another girl.”
Easton’s hand on my thigh tightens, and there’s a warm, achy feeling
growing in my belly. “I told them my girl was worth waiting for.”
I press my lips together to keep from smiling like a lunatic, but it’s no
use. I check to make sure they’re not looking back here when I turn to
Easton and raise a questioning eyebrow. He shrugs and bends down to place
a kiss on my lips.
More heat rises up my neck when he moves his lips to my ear and
whispers, “The great thing about leaving home is nobody knows our story.”

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