Cry Little Sister (9 page)

She felt like crying. But not because she was sad. She was overwhelmed and thrilled and pleasured and it was all too good for her to comprehend.

“Surprise, surprise, little sister.”

He kissed her lips and it was the sweetest kiss. Gareth’s tongue touched hers and pushed deeper into the wetness of her mouth. She tasted her own musky sweet scent on his lips and it made the kiss that much better.

When he started to tug at his jeans her hands joined in, clashing with his but trying to help. To speed it up.

“Let me do it. You’re trembling.”

When she didn’t listen immediately his voice grew darker and he said, “Put your hands down, Jordan.”

Jordan obeyed and he made a satisfied sound in his chest. His jeans were gone in one fast move, his boxer briefs too. Gareth stood over her, unbuttoning in his checkered shirt, pulling off his tee. Jordan’s eyes were everywhere on him. His bright gaze, his stubbled jaw, the hunk of hair that hung in his eyes that she itched to push away. She let herself take in the rough cut six pack of his abs—working outside was his gym he always joked. His lean hips and strong legs and the substantial jut of his cock.

She said it before she even registered the though. “Please.”

Gareth knelt over her, his knees on either side of her hips, the warm flesh of his cock pressing against her belly. “Please what, Jojo?”

“Let me.” She put her hands on his ass, gently trying to nudge him up her body. So that he straddled her chest instead. So she could reach him, get him in her mouth. It was an undeniable urge now that they were naked.

“Let you what, Jordan?” He gave her a half smile. She knew that he knew damn well wheat she wanted.

But he wanted her to say it.

Her face flushed with heat and she whispered, “You know. Just let me. Please Gareth.”

How many? How many dirty dream had she had of sucking him off. Of his cock jerking in her mouth as he came. Of the briny ocean taste of his semen on her tongue, sticky on her lips? So many that now it was staggering…so close. She was so close.

“Do you want to suck my dick, little sister?”

He’d moved up just a bit. His knees on either side of her elbows. When he leaned just so his cock pressed thick and silken between her breasts.

“Yes.” She forced herself to be brave. To say the word with strength.

“Then say it.”

He touched her nipple with the tip of his cock and she saw the small clear drop of pre-cum there. It would tasty salty but a little sweet. The flared head of his erection would be rose petal soft on her bottom lip. She would rub it back and forth along her mouth of a minute before taking it in. She would…

“Say it,” he said again, running himself over the swell of her breast.

“I want to suck…you.”

“My what?”

She was mortified but so turned on. Jordan felt a hot rush of fluid between her legs, the wetness already gracing the very tops of her thighs. How long had it been since she’d gotten so wet? Had she
ever
been this wet?

“I want to suck your…cock.” She looked away the moment she said it. Her face was literally burning, her stomach a knot of anxiety.

“Good girl.” That was all he said before moving up and putting him in her mouth. His hand slid beneath her head and angled her just a touch. “Suck my cock, little sister,’ he said.

It was so raunchy. So horribly horribly perfect. The tone of his voice, the raw emotion on his face, the nearly reverent tone in his voice. The words were beyond dirty but his voice was all about love.

She kissed him chastely to start. A simple kiss dropped on the helmet of his erection. His eyes slammed shut and she could feel the tremble in his body as he cradled her head in his hand.

She let herself have that moment of running the smooth head of his cock over her bottom lip. She licked him quickly, just to capture that drop of fluid, and he hissed. When his eyes met hers and seemed to urge her on, she sucked the tip of him in and licked in a lazy swirl.

“You’re killing me, you know? I don’t want to come.”

“Then don’t, “ she said, before taking him as best she could at that angle.

A chuckle burst out of him at her response.

She could get much of him and he let her head down gently, moving himself up a bit more so he could literally fuck her face. Angling his narrow hips to plunge his cock into her mouth. His force was restrained, allowing her to control how deep he went. But now that he was over her and the smell of him was in her head and his flesh was buried in her throat, she wanted as much of him as she could get.

Jordan cupped his ass in her hands and tried to drive him deeper. Her breath tore in and out of her nose, the smell of him invading every part of her. Spice and heat and leather and some innate Gareth smell that couldn’t be named.

“Easy, Jojo,” he said, his voice tense.

When she trailed a fingernail along the crack of his ass, he pulled free of her with a grunt.

“What?”

“Not that way. Not now. I want to be in you. I need a moment. You’re…evil.” He grinned.

Jordan parted her legs, letting him see. Letting him look at exactly what he did to her. “I need you, Gar.”

Her voice wavered when she said it, her throat itchy like she was about to cry.

“Fuck.” He said it like a plea to heaven.

“Yes, please.”

She touched his hand and he bent over her, moving between her thighs. Not entering her, but letting the ridge of his hard-on press her clit. His kiss was soft at first. And she melted into it.

This was really going to happen.

Chapter Thirteen

When he slid into her, one easy slow thrust, she felt that catch in her throat. Her eyes threatened to spill over but she swallowed hard to stave it off.

Gareth caught her look and kissed one eyelid and then the other as he started to thrust—slow and controlled and so, so good.

Jordan wrapped her legs around his waist, held his shoulders in her hands and felt the heat of his blood and muscle and skin.

“Don’t cry, Jojo. I love you.”

It was all mixed up together. That love you. They’d loved each other forever, but this was different. And him being him being inside of her, moving over her, kissing her…it made the reality of it huge and looming.

“Gareth,” she said and kissed him because there was too much behind that word to say. She simply didn’t have the words.

Her tongue touched his as he drove deeper, his cock nudging all the places in her that needed the pressure the most. The base of his cock banged her clit over and over so that her pulse filled her neck and her ears. Her fingers tingled and her skin—oh her skin, felt so tight and too small, like she might burst right out of herself soon.

“I’m not going to last long.” His lips were pressed right up to her ear and the warmth of his breath sent a tingling shiver down her neck and up under her hair. Her scalp prickled and she gasped.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long fucking time. Dreaming about it.”

“Wishing about it,” she filled in.

“Yes.” Gareth shoved his hands under her ass and tilted her just a touch. He tipped her so he could drive deeper, the wet and slippery sounds of their fucking filled the small still room.

“Hoping for it,” she babbled. Jordan moved up just a hair, making the tip of him brush those tender nerve endings clustered deep inside her pussy. Her womb felt hot and swollen, her nipples so hard and sensitive that the brush of his skin over hers was nearly unbearable. But so good she moved against his chest intentionally.

“Yes.” His fingers gripped her bottom so hard she feared bruises. Dark fingerprint bruised so match the light freckling of purple on her ass cheeks from her spanking.

As if reading her mind, her brother chose that moment to pinch her. She came. A sudden and violent release that had her clutching at him with her hands and her ankles. She held him tightly to her as the orgasm rode her. It’s grip was strong and intense and she heard herself muttering words and she had no idea what they were.

Gareth slammed into her hard, the sounds of her own peak had done him in and he was muttering under his breath as the need overrode his control. “You just undid me, Jordan,” he growled.

His big hands spanned her hipbones, pinning her flat to the floor. She couldn’t move and surrendered to his mercy and his need. She had become a willing receptacle for his urges. His teeth, white and sharp, latched onto her shoulder and he bit her just enough to make her hiss. One more thrust and he was coming, his forehead pressed to her breast, his body shaking with the force.

Silence.

Gareth pressed his lips to her skin. He licked the fine sheen of sweat there and whispered, “Salty.”

“My God,” she said.

“I know.”

He was still buried in her, his cock softening but very present. He moved a bit and a small echo of pleasure sounded in her cunt. Jordan made a soft noise and Gareth rotated his hips a little to make her do it again.

He buried his hands in her hair, crushing her under his weight,staring her down. “Are you okay with just happened?”

She nodded, chewing her bottom lip. “
I
am. Are
you
?”

“Jojo?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m just wondering when we can do it again.”

That sent a thrill through her. It started in her throat and shook her all the way down to her toes. She’d been wondering the same thing.

*****

“So, I’ve found who I think is my dad and he’s agreed to DNA testing. What about you? Your mom?”

Jordan crushed some butter crackers in her tomato soup and blew on her spoonful to cool it.

Gareth was stirring his soup, not eating. A late easy lunch and chit chat. They were dancing around what was underneath. More lust, more need, a bigger urge. The deed had been done, the gateway opened.

Jordan watched his mouth as he blew on his own spoonful. That was a mouth she’d been staring at for twenty some years. A mouth that had teased her and whistled for her at the dinner hour and kissed her cheek before Junior prom. That was now a mouth that had crushed down on her own and bullied her mouth into blissful submission. That was a mouth that had settled on her nipples and slipped along her goose bump studded skin. That mouth had now been on her pussy, sucking at her, licking her, tasting her.

She shook off the sledgehammer effect of desire when he shrugged and said lowly, “She’s not on my radar. Dad said a lot more when he was out of it. I have no interest in any of it. I’m glad that things worked out for you and Tom. I’m glad he wants to be present in your life. His was a case of not knowing. From what I can gather, my mother just wasn’t interested.”

Her stomach bottomed out. Gareth’s voice was a sickening mixture of sadness and anger and hurt. She wanted to make it better for him.

She ate another bite of soup but didn’t taste it. Taking his hand and squeezing, she whispered. “I’m sorry, Gar. What did dad…what did he say?”

Gareth’s mouth clamped down into a thin pale line and she thought for a moment he wouldn’t answer. Finally, he pushed his shoulders back and stirred his soup some more.

“He said, when your mother wanted to give you up, I couldn’t. You were my life.”

Jordan swallowed hard but kept silent. She could see by his face he needed to say what he needed to say and be done with it.

“He  said, you were such a good boy. And Kelly loved you like her own. You were such a good boy and a good person. A great big brother. And a now you’re a wonderful man.”

Jordan crumbled more crackers into her soup though the existing ones were already turning soggy and gross. Her appetite had fled.

“He said…” Gareth blew the words out on a long, long breath. A weary breath. “It’s her loss, considering herself nothing more than an incubator. It’s her loss that she left the moment you were born. It’s her loss but it’s been my gain, son.”

His voice broke on the word
son
and Jordan felt like her heart would too. She got out of her chair and climbed into his lap, wrapping him in her arms. She could feel his body shaking slightly, a keyed up electrical current feeling that made her sad for him.

“It’s okay, Gareth. It’s okay. You had a family who loved you. Always. And that’s all that matters.”

“My
other
mother left me too.” His laugh was acidic.

“She left us all,” Jordan sighed, brushing her fingers through his hair. She kissed him lightly, squeezed him tighter.

She felt the hard press of his cock beneath her bottom. No time for that. That could wait. He was hurting and Gareth hurting always hurt her. Ever since she was little.

“What does that mean?” he asked. His arms snaked around her waist, binding her to him.

Jordan could feel Gareth’s heart banging against her own. “It means we suck at holding on to mothers,” she said.

He laughed softly and she kissed his forehead. Chastely. Until he captured her face in his hands and pulled her into a very unchaste kiss.