know how much you like the
attention. The other girls won't take their eyes off us when they
see who I've snagged.”
His smile withered. My heart began to race,
and I momentarily wondered if my brain had been scrambled by heat
stroke on the way into town.
“ Are you seriously asking
me to the dance?”
“ Yes,” I said, my tone
more sheepish than before. “Why not? You've been gone for so long
that we won't get any weird looks. Maybe I want to dance with a guy
who knows exactly what he's doing on the floor. Those skinny little
boys from class don't interest me.”
“ Yeah, nor should they.”
He laughed, so low and soft it sounded like a growl. “Okay, Sis.
We'll consider it a date.”
I beamed. I reached over for his hand,
trying to caress him as his sweet sister, and not the wanton slut
his touch dared me to become.
“ On one condition,” he
added, his fingers wrapping tight around mine. “I've been noticing
the way you've grown up since I was away. You're cute, Stacey.
Really fucking cute.”
I gasped and held it, all my senses alive
and whirling.
Holy shit. Is this really happening?
“ We'll dance the night
away, but then you'll do something special for me afterward. And by
something, I mean anything. It's been too long since I went out with a girl
who really appreciates me. And you, little Sis, know exactly who I
am beneath all the hard muscle. I want a tender little girl who
knows what's good for her by following my lead.”
I shivered. My teeth involuntarily plucked
at my bottom lip.
I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them
again. The air conditioning probably drove the temperature down to
sixty degrees where we sat, but sweat lined my forehead.
“ I...I can do that. I
never knew you felt so strongly, Brother.”
Christ. Do you even know what you're saying?
What he's saying?
I didn't know. I said a quick prayer that I
wasn't hallucinating.
He squeezed my hand again and the world grew
brighter. Reality restored. We locked eyes and stared at each other
in silence, almost for a full minute.
“ I don't have to spell it
out. You're a smart girl, Stacey. You already know exactly what I
want.” He wore a hard mask, a determined warrior's eyes set in
stone flesh.
“ But...where's this coming
from? Why so sudden?” I knew I should shut up and enjoy it, but
curiosity forced me to ask.
“ My time in the city
wasn't all it was cracked up to be. School was awesome, yeah, but
the women were shallow. They were good with their tongues and great
at hopping from one guy to the next. A little too experienced and uninterested, if
you know what I mean. They fucked like men, and I don't want
another man in my bed.”
His words summoned a full blush to my
cheeks. I squeezed, linking us together tighter, smiling back at
his pleasurable expression as he followed the red betrayal on my
skin.
“ It's okay, little Sis.
You really think I didn't notice the way you looked at me every
time I came home for Christmas break or for a summer stay? I saw
it, I liked it, and now I want what only you can give me. I want
a virgin in my
bed, Stacey. Not another meaningless whore.”
My lips opened and solidified in silence. I
didn't know what to say.
My darkest fantasies were finally, finally
coming...true? Or was this all a mad hallucination?
I keep asking that, I know. But there's only
one way to be sure...
With my free hand, I reached beneath the
table and pinched my thigh. I winced from the pain, but didn't wake
up.
Holy shit!
Big brother's hand tightened on mine and
pulled. I rose with him, following him out the door.
If he wanted to take me right there, without
bothering with the dance, I would've given up everything.
We settled on the motorcycle without another
word and he started it up. I eyed every flat field on the way home,
wondering if he'd bring us to a screeching halt, tear at my
clothes, and savage me on the cool earth.
As soon as we were onto the dusty home
stretch, I pushed my lust aside,
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