Her eyes are bright, searching, pleading to come much closer to mine. Know it? Fuck yeah, I do.
Unlike her, I'm way past ignoring it. I stop her right there, close the small space between us, and rip my t-shirt shirt off.
“Know what, babe? I know you're bullshitting me, pretending you don't want to see this shit in action.” I flex my muscles, bowing up like a fucking peacock.
God help her, she smiles, lights up in the middle of all the confusion and anguish pulling at her face.
“Come the fuck on, Sis. We're family. We'll never be picture perfect, but we don't need to kid ourselves. Be straight – just for once in your life. Forget prim and proper.” Fire shoots through my veins, and I push her to the wall, running one hand through her hair. “Be honest.”
“I – I can't...”
My free hand goes straight to my dick. I wait 'til she looks down, and then I give all ten angry inches in my boxers a squeeze, letting her see it jerk in my fist, drool the pre-come I wanna gush inside her.
“You want me, babe. Admit it. After all the blowouts we've had, after all the times we've locked horns, you'd still be all over this unruly bastard in my pants if I wasn't your step-brother. This bullshit marriage is the only thing that's stopping us from breaking the bed.”
“Ty! No, no.” She shakes her head ferociously, trying to get away. “See, this is what I'm afraid of...”
“Don't be scared. Embrace it. We gotta talk about this shit out in the open if we ever wanna move past it. I'm no psychologist, but I know sticking our heads in the sand like goddamned ostriches won't fix shit. It's okay to want this body, Sis. It's okay to think about me fucking you. I've had the same thoughts – and I want more than fantasies.”
Her face darts up and her mouth drops open. I smile, feeling like the millions in my trust fund just for getting that shit off my chest, out into the open. Doesn't do a damned thing to stop the blood roaring in my cock.
I try to focus on picking Claire's jaw off the floor so I don't get my hands on her skirt, giving into all the depraved shit I've been thinking about nonstop since she came into this house.
“Stop worrying, Claire. We're not gonna fuck. Not really.”
Yeah, right. I can't believe the words coming outta my mouth. I fully intend to mount her and find out if that sweet cunt's just as tight and hot as the rest of her. But I've gotta throw her a white lie, just a little one, before she runs off screaming, overheats, and blows herself to kingdom come.
“I don't understand where you're going with this, Ty. This...this is officially too fucking much.”
Shit. Every f-bomb firing off her tongue ties my dick in knots. Her dirty mouth soils the prissy good girl, shows me there's more inside her than the flagpole up her ass.
I step up, place a brotherly hand on her shoulder, tightening my fingers in her soft flesh. Mostly so I don't head for the perky tits just inches south, or slide up underneath that skirt I want gone like nothing else.
She's gotta be soaked. Even with her face twisted and on the verge of tears, she's looking at me like every girl has before I carry her to bed for the night.#p#分页标题#e#
“No, it's not too much, Claire. This is what we both need. I need to see you watching me pop this bruiser's jaw outta alignment. You can run your eyes all over me. Go ahead. You don't gotta feel guilty about it. You need to take a good, long look, just like the sun, and let your eyes burn so you can't see me this way again.”
She's trembling. I angle myself so my raging dick isn't right against her belly and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in. Jesus, she smells so sweet. Soft. Feminine.
“Is that really what it's going to take? How do you know it won't make things worse?” She looks like she's going to die just acknowledging I've uncloaked her feelings.
“It's all we've got. Who knows how fucking long this sham marriage will last – months? Maybe years? Hell, maybe the rest of our mom and pop's natural lives.” I can't imagine it, but stranger things have happened. “Do you really wanna do this dance forever? Make these awkward faces across the dinner table and scream at each other on the beach because we can't fuck? What the hell do you think your hubby's gonna say some day when he sees you can't keep your eyes off your rowdy step-brother?”
She cracks. Claire's sniffling when she pushes her face into my chest. I feel her tears against my bare skin. Something about that gives me a tiny shred of guilt.
Shit. I'm a manipulative sonofabitch. But I'd never hurt her.
No fucking way.
I'd lift up the whole fucking world and body slam it cold if anybody ever hit her with a barbed tongue or a malicious fist. No, I don't know what'll happen after I end up snatching her panties like I think I will.