Summary: Despite having misgivings about her first time with Aiden, the bane of her high school existence and her stepbrother of three estranged years, Amy can't control her newfound lust.
A/N: Thanks for your support! Welcome to part 2 of the story. Please enjoy!
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"Do you know why I hated you so much? Because I couldn't have you, not after you became my goddamn sister! It was just so wrong, and I couldn't forgive your mom, for meeting my dad. That's why I never wanted to be around you. That's why I avoided coming home for the past two summers. Because I couldn't stand to see the sight of you, prancing right in front of me, and being unable to do anything about it! I tried, okay?! You don't know how hard I tried to move on! I tried to fill the void with other girls. I fucked nearly every girl on the dance team! But it felt so wrong because it wasn't you. I didn't want anyone else but you. And when I went to college, I thought that somehow things would just work themselves out. I'd get over you. Move on. And it all seemed to work. I was doing fine. I dated a nice girl for several months. And-and when you just invited me in last night, I couldn't resist... even if it was just one time. One mistake. Because nothing else was enough for me. You were always in the back of my mind. And even if just once... I could be a mistake, I didn't care. I just wanted something to remember. Then maybe I could get you out of my mind." he trailed off, his voice quiet.
"And what do you think of me now, Amy?" His voice soft as a stroke of a paintbrush across a canvas.
Still unable to process what had happened, she just stared back at him, his heaving torso the only part of him that gave away his emotional upheaval. She continued to keep her passive facade even though her insides were working like frazzled clock gears.
When she didn't respond, he continued, "You think I'm some fucked up selfish bastard?" He paused to look back at her, trying to keep calm. Amy stayed silent, too stunned to speak.
Painfully, he said, "I'll keep it to myself. You'll never hear of it again."
But inside, he knew it was far from over. He had a taste of heaven, his deepest desire buried in the darkest chasm of his heart come to life. It only ignited his burning desire. It wasn't an end; it only magnified what he felt for her.
It had been perfect.
He had been her first.
And she wouldn't forget that.
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It was because of the truth of what she felt that she didn't say anything. Last night had been... perfect. It had been everything she envisioned her first time to be, passionate, the balance of gentle and rough, despite not climaxing simultaneously with him. Her body had been like a piano, fine tuned by his hands, sounds she had never made before, she had all but cried out his name aloud for goodness sake! And now she was at a loss. She had felt elated, so fulfilled by the dream, but now her brain was splintering into a thousand shards because it was real.
And it wasn't him.
Did that really matter though? If she could feel such ecstasy with him, did that mean something?
Maybe it just meant she was a sick, twisted freak.
He was now pacing in front of the window.
"Do you really feel something for me, or is it just some taboo thing you wanted?" She stated softly.
"I had these feelings before our parents even knew each other!" He seethed, his frustration rolling in waves toward her.
Feeling like something was squeezing her brain so tightly she couldn't think, she went to her unopened suitcase and began to unpack her clothes. At least it was something to do to help her gain control of her hammering heart. She shot him and her rumpled bed a weary glance every now and then. He looked back at her back, unreadable.
Reaching for a crate on the topmost shelf, she was hoisted up into strong arms and brought to the bed where he sat against the headboard, pulling her with him so that she couldn't help but lean intimately against his chest. The persistent pounding of his chest behind her only served to perpetuate this not-meant-to-be-thing between them.
It had just been a night spark. She had completely lost herself in it. But now she was snapped back to cold reality.
She struggled to move away, but his arms were tight across her waist, holding her close. His mouth moved to the sensitive spot on her neck he had remembered from last night, and kissed the skin fervently, like he somehow wanted to make her agree with him, stay because of her feeling, bring her need out. He knew it was there, dormant. Because last night, he had felt it, bucking against him. She needed it just as much as him, despite what she was trying to tell herself.
When he stopped, she could feel the trace of his lips curve into a smirk.
She felt her face heat, but knew he could not see. As she nudged him off her, she noticed her dresser and mirror right in front of her. He was looking at her. Oh great.
"Blushing I see."
"Am not," she retorted bitterly. Her arms crossed over her chest like a petulant child's, a pouty expression forming on her face as well.
"So you felt something too." He whispered darkly, his satisfied smirk remaining.
His hands moved beneath her shirt to the underside of her breasts, and caressed them. He pushed the soft globes together before taking one nipple between his fingers and pinching it hard.
"Ow!" She said harshly, frowning at his aggressive unfamiliar touch. Fidgeting, but unable to get out of his grasp, she reached for her blanket to cover her self, to hide her humiliation, but he quickly pushed it away. "I want to see you." He grumbled into her hair.
As one hand continued to assail her tingling breasts, another dropped to the hemline of her underwear. He dragged a finger across the waistband teasingly before cupping her arousal. She hoped he couldn't feel her wetness, her shame. What she had so desperately craved last night returned full force. She tightened her grip on the bed sheet, as he pushed her panty to one side to expose her aching pussy. He teased the area with gentle touches as his lips traced the outline of her jaw. She became less stiff and let her head fall back against his shoulder.
Just for a moment. She told herself.
She was supposed to be pushing him away, but she couldn't. She told herself it was to test whether her body would react in the same way it had in the dark yesterday.
It did.
Yet again, she felt like she was in a miasmic lust-induced spell even though she knew fully well who was doing this to her, giving her the exquisite pain, making her moan with need, writhing to his touch.
Before his hand moved away from her pulsing ache, before she was about to take his hand and forcefully put it where she needed it the most, he moved his hand away. Like that, Amy was left with confusion. She let her head fall to the side so that he couldn't see her expression in the mirror. Feeling mortified, she didn't want him to see her. How badly she needed this.
He said hoarsely in her ear, "Tell me."
She wanted it, it felt good, but she didn't want to encourage him. She didn't want to initiate something she was going to regret. Why couldn't he just take this at face value? Just take what he wanted, get it over with? Get it out of his system? Use her and dump her? Why did there need to be words, why logic? Why couldn't it be just a frantic meeting of two bodies, like last night?
In this moment's hesitation and uncertainty, she rose from the bed and headed for the door, but he reacted quickly, catching her, tightening his grip on her arm.
"You're not going anywhere. I'm tired of you not admitting what you want, but I'm not letting you go. Not until you tell me what is happening between us." She struggled against him, still averting her eyes from his piercing gaze.
"Why are you acting like you didn't want this?" He said heavily, his voice sounding vulnerable.
She shook her head, as if to shake off the facts and her lion's pelt. Because inside, she was quaking like a scared sheep. She couldn't keep this up. She was either going to give in, or run. The latter of which she could not do with the present physical restraints.
His hand slide down to rest on her hipbone before moving down to cup her arousal. Trying to keep herself steady and unaffected, Amy kept her arms stiffly by her side. He was teasing her again. He wasn't going to finish. He was going to leave her wanting more.
