“Seriously? That’s what you’re upset about?”
“YES! And not just that. It’s all the fucking pranks, the asshole things you do. It’s just like fucking high school, and you know what? I’m done. I’m can’t take it anymore. It’s my twentieth birthday, and I’m not going to let you ruin this decade of my life.”
With every word I could feel my voice getting higher and higher pitched, and by the time I got to the last few words I was pretty sure any glasses in the room would have exploded. Tears were welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let Kiegan see me cry. It had only been a couple of months, but he had taken me past the breaking point. I couldn’t handle it anymore.
Suddenly, Kiegan moved over to me. I moved back, pressing against a row of lockers, as my brother stood only inches away from me. I could feel the heat from his body, he was that close to me. My breath caught in my throat as I forced myself to look up at him.
His eyes were smouldering with a fire I had never seen before.
Suddenly, his mouth was on mine. My eyes widened in shock as I felt his lips pressing against my own, his tongue softly forcing my mouth open. What the fuck is this? Is this another one of his stupid tricks?
My brain tried to ask a million questions at once, but my body took over and my thoughts muddled into a giant puddle of mush. I closed my eyes and leaned back, enjoying the sensation of my brother’s tongue in my mouth as he continued to kiss me, hard.
His hands rested softly on my hips, and he began to slide his fingers up my shirt, slowly, tantalizingly. His every touch sent ripples of energy coursing through me, like a live wire on my skin.
I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around Kiegan’s neck and leaned my head back against the lockers, pressing my body closer to his. His fingers moved upwards finding the edge of my bra, and slowly following the line of the underwire. When he got to the front of my shirt he began undoing the buttons, one at a time, slowly. I gasped as the cool air of the room hit my exposed skin, hardening my nipples even more than Kiegan’s touch had already been doing.
Stop it. Stop it. This is so wrong, you can’t do this, my brain shouted, sending out every single red flag it could, but my body ignored it. I had wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long, I was going to have him. Fuck the consequences.
As Kiegan got to the bottom of my shirt, he tore it off and let it fall to the floor. My bra was the only thing covering my breasts, and they heaved towards him as I pressed them against his muscular chest. His breathing was getting deep and ragged, and I knew Kiegan wanted this as much as I did.
“What if someone comes in?” I whispered, suddenly aware that we were in way too public a place for this to happen.
“Fuck it, that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied as he unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Moving his head down to my breasts, his hot mouth found my nipple and a moan escaped my lips as he began to suck, then nibble, not too hard but not too softly, just enough to send sharp pangs of pleasure coursing through my body and down to my sex.
I knew I was wet. I could feel it. I was so turned on I was practically writing under Kiegan’s touch. I took my hands and grabbed his hair as he continued to suckle my nipple. I wanted to yank him off me, tear off all his clothes and make him mine.
When he finally came up for air, Kiegan pulled off his shirt. My hands grazed his muscular chest, all that working out he did obvious, as my eyes lapped up the beauty of his body. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. That we were actually doing this.
Kiegan grabbed at the button of my jeans with an urgency that I matched, and before I knew it, we were both naked, pressed against each other, the only thing I could hear was our hurried breathing.
Moving me over to a table at the other end of the room, Kiegan hoisted me up onto it like I weighed nothing.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers finding the folds of my sex.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned at the feeling of his touch. I wanted him inside of me, and not just his fingers. “Me too. Oh God, me too.”
I grabbed the edge of the table as Kiegan took his shaft out and pressed it against my slit. I closed my eyes and gasped as he pressed against me, and before I knew it my brother had slipped inside of me, his hardness stretching my walls. It had been a while since I had anyone inside of me, and my back arched as I felt him penetrate me to my core.