It was both too much and not enough and I knew then I needed more. I needed to watch her come from a vibrator that I’d be controlling. I pull it from the bag and hold it up. I’d gotten a few different ones but the one I planned to start with is the infamous rabbit. “I’ve never used one of those,” she whispers with a shy smile.

  Another thing I can be a first for. “Well, then I won’t blindfold you this time,” I tell her. “I want to take in your expression as you feel it for the first time.”

  I get on the bed and sit between her legs, running my hands up her legs and squeezing the part of her thighs closest to her cunt. I can tell she’s already wet but I can’t resist the urge to drag my tongue through her wetness, needing her flavor in my mouth already.

  “Oh God,” she whimpers. “I’m already close.”

  “Trust me you’re going to be coming a lot tonight. Come when you’re ready unless I tell you otherwise.” I grab a piece of ice from the cup and circle one of her nipples with it before the other and drag it down her torso. She hisses at the coldness but her eyes stay transfixed on my hand and the ice. I put the piece of ice in my mouth and hold it on my tongue before I lower my head to her sex again. I roll the ice and my tongue over her clit and she pulls at her restraints and tries to move her legs.

  “James, I’m not going to be good at this because I already want to touch you,” she whines.

  “Not yet, angel.” My lips tick upwards at her inability to keep her hands off of me. Part of me wants to untie her restraints because I’m always willing to give Gabrielle whatever she wants. “Soon you can touch me.” I lap at her sex and I know the coldness of the ice and my mouth mixed with her hot pussy is nothing she’s felt before. “How does it feel?”

  “Intense,” she says as her eyes flutter closed. My hands reach behind her and grip her calves and I push my thumbs into the skin massaging the skin and moving up her legs as I continue to roll the ice and my tongue over her sex. “Wow.”

  At this point, the ice is almost completely melted, leaving a wet mess between her legs. There’s water on the bed under her and all over her pussy. I drag my tongue over everywhere there’s water, licking up what’s left. She tries to move her legs together and raises her pelvis to get her pussy closer to my mouth. “So eager.” I pick up the vibrator. “I’m about to be so fucking jealous of this thing.” I laugh as I hold up the long phallic shaped object and hold it to her mouth. “Wet it.”

  Her tongue wraps around it first before I push it into her mouth. I pull it out and slide it back in again and again before pulling it out because the visual of her sucking on a fake dick makes me want to push mine through her lips.

  As a matter of fact,…

  I crawl up her body and straddle her neck and begin pulling at my dick. “Do you want it?”

  She nods enthusiastically. “Of course I do.”

  I stroke myself from root to tip before guiding it towards her mouth. Cum leaks from the tip and I watch as a drop falls and lands on her bottom lip. That sinful tongue of hers darts out and licks me off of her lips. Fuck, I mouth because that may have been one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. I lean forward, dragging my dick over her bottom lip, and then she lifts her head wrapping her mouth around it. I begin moving my dick in and out of her mouth, fucking her like I’d fuck her pussy. “Is this okay?” I ask her, knowing that unlike normal, I’m controlling this ride and she can’t exactly stop it. She blinks her eyes once. “Does that mean yes?” She looks up towards her restrained hands and I can see she’s giving me a thumbs up. My hand finds the pillow next to her head and I begin to pick up the pace, grabbing the hair at the top of her head as my orgasm looms just above me. “Fuck, Gabrielle.” I pull out of her mouth, knowing I want to torture us both until we can’t take it.

  “You didn’t want to come in my mouth?” she asks as I grab the rabbit, and spit on it, not wanting to go through the whole thing of watching her fuck it with her mouth again.

  “I want to come in this.” I tell her grabbing her between her legs. “At least the first time.”

  I slide the rabbit into her and turn the vibrations on the mildest speed. She arches her back. “Oh my Gooood.” I look down at her and see the serene smile on her lips before she turns her head to the side. She bites down on her forearm. “James.”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “It feels…incredible.”

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” I tell her and her eyes pop open and turn to me just as I press the stimulator to her clit. Her eyes widen and a gasp leaves her lips. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” I grab the other vibrator I ordered, a small bullet, and turn it on as well. “What—what’s that for?”

  “Your sexy little nipples,” I tell her as I turn it on a more intense vibration than what’s between her legs and hold it against her nipple, circling the nub until it pebbles before my eyes.

  “Oh my God.” She throws her head back. “You’re k—killing me,” she stammers.

  “Tell me whose pussy this.” I turn the vibration on her pussy up higher and I watch as her cunt grips the toy.

  “Yours, Daddy,” she moans. Fuck.

  “Yes, it fucking is.” I switch to her other breast, increasing the speed and the intensity of the vibrator I’m holding against her tits. “Are you Daddy’s little slut?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  I pull the rabbit out of her and smack her pussy. “Such dirty words for such a pretty mouth.” I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. “I don’t like that kind of language coming out of my sweet girl.”

  “Sorry, Daddy.”

  I push the rabbit back inside of her and hold it inside of her as I lean down and suck one of her tits into my mouth. I roll her nipple around my mouth before biting down gently.

  “OH!” she screams and I notice her pulling at her restraints. “Daddy?” I can hear the strain in her voice and I smile knowing that she must be close.

  “Yes, angel.”

  “I think I’m going to come.”

  “Good girl. That’s what I want.”

  “Tell me to…please.” I can tell she’s no more than a second away but she’s holding off to hear me command her orgasm.

  “Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.” And then she does, long and fucking hard all over the rabbit. I pull it out at the peak of her orgasm and my mouth drops open to see her squirting. “Gabby.” I’m at a loss for words watching her orgasm pour out of her. I felt her do it when I was eating her pussy but now watching her do it. Seeing it is sexy as fuck. “I just watched you squirt.” I lean above her and untie her wrists. “I need to fuck you with your hands on me.” I don’t give her a second to settle before I’m on top of her, guiding my cock inside of her and weaving my hands into her hair.

  “That was fucking insane.” She bites her bottom lip. “Sorry for swearing, again.”

  “It’s okay,” I tell her between kisses. “I love your dirty mouth that you got from me.”

  “Will you fuck me from behind?” she asks me and I love that she loves this position as much as I do. I pull back and flip her over, entering her from behind without missing a beat. I grab her hips, fucking her harder with each thrust. “Angel, I’m not going to last long. Fuck.” I growl trying my best to hold off. But I already halted my orgasm once when I was in her mouth so I don’t know that I can do it a second time. Not when I’m this deep inside of her. Not while her ass is on display for me. I lay a smack to her ass and watch as it shakes under the force of my palm.

  “Sexy as fuck.”

  “James, I’m ready,” she moans. “Come with me, please.”

  “Yes. Fuck. Take me with you,” I beg her.

  “Oh God.” She moans and then I feel her squeezing me hard. Her fingers tighten around the sheets and she drops her head to the bed as she meets me thrust for thrust. “Fuuuuuck, I’m coming, James.”

  “Fuck.” I grunt, hearing and feeling her orgasm has me going over just behind her. I hold her hard against me as my cock pulses inside her as it gives her everything my body has to offer. I drop to her back, trying my best not to put all my weight on her but for a brief second, I lose the ability to keep myself up. I fall to the side and pull her towards me instinctively, tucking her safely into my side. She slides her thigh between my legs, bumping my cock with her leg and she rests her head over my heart.

  She runs her fingertips over my chest and I grab it, holding it up for us both to look at. “This hand will look beautiful with a ring right here.” I rub her ring finger before holding it to my mouth.

  She looks up at me, resting her chin on my chest so she can look at me. “I know marriage is kind of a foregone conclusion but…you’ll still ask me, right? Like on one knee?”

  “Of course, Gab. I plan to go all out when I ask you. I want to spend the rest of my life giving you the world, baby. Do you want to look at rings or do you want me to surprise you?”

  “Surprise me. Anything you give me, I’ll love. But honestly, you know me almost as well as I know myself.”

  It’s Sunday night and as much as I want to stay with James, I don’t have any of my things I need for school tomorrow and Harper is probably expecting me at some point. I did manage to do some homework today but we spent most of the day having a lazy day in bed, taking breaks to eat and watch movies between making love. He pulls up to my dorm and I look up at the building with a sad expression.

  “Talk to Harper, baby. I hate seeing the face you make when I bring you home.”

  “I just hate being away from you. I feel like we spend more time away from each other than we do together and we live six blocks from each other.” I let out a sigh. “Do you want to come in?”

  “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

  I look down at my lap and tuck a hair behind my ear nervously. “Probably not.”

  “Gabrielle.” He grabs my chin so I look at him. “Do you want me to come up?”

  “No, you’re right. I’m being ridiculous. Last night and this morning was just intense and I’m feeling clingy, I guess.” I hate this feeling but at this moment, I can’t imagine not being with him tonight.

  He cups my face and rubs his nose against mine. “Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

  “Are you asking me on a date, James Calloway?”

  “I believe I am. Will you?”

  “Of course. I have to do some homework, but maybe you can pick me up around seven?”

  “Come over after class and do your homework at our apartment.” I swoon just like I always do when he calls it ours. “I won’t be home until around five or so, so I won’t be there bothering you.”

  “Then why do you want me to come over?”

  “Because I want to know you’re at home waiting for me.” He places a kiss on my lips and before long we’re making out. In front of my dorm. Which doesn’t register until I hear my name and knocking on the passenger side window glass.

  “Gabrielle!?” The voice brings me back to reality. Fuck. We had gotten out of the club last night after being drunk and reckless as hell where all my friends were just to get caught now that I have a clear head? I curse myself at the recklessness. I pull away from James’ lips and look towards the source of the voice to see Harper staring at me, her eyes wide and unblinking.

  “Fuck,” I whisper.

  “Breathe,” he says quietly as I make my way out of the car. Harper darts her eyes in between James and me several times before she speaks. “I…I know I’m drunk because brunch turned into Sunday Funday but,” she looks away and then back at us again. She blinks her eyes several times as if she’s trying to convince herself that her alcohol influenced mind isn’t playing tricks on her. She takes a few steps towards us. “Oh my God. What the fuck?”

  “Harper…” I feel the tears prickling in my eyes as I take in her disgusted expression.

  “Harper,” James speaks up, “you probably have some questions so maybe you and Gabrielle should talk inside?”

  “Talk about what?” She looks at me. “He’s the mystery guy? You’re messing around with…your brother?” I’m grateful she isn’t hysterically screaming and isn’t drawing any attention to us yet. I swallow, not knowing what to say. “Gabrielle, this is,” she lets out a deep breath, “are you fucking insane?”

  “Watch it, Harper,” James barks at her, and as grateful as I am that he’s always in my corner, I put a hand up.

  “Harp, please, can we go inside?”

  She looks at me and nods before she turns around and starts heading inside without waiting for me.

  I rub my hand over my forehead willing the headache that is starting to form away. “Well, I might be coming over tonight after all.”

  “Do you want me to stay? Or come in with you?” His eyes look up at my dorm.

  “No. She’s my best friend here, I should be able to handle it. At least this first conversation.”

  “Call me after and let me know how it goes.” He presses a kiss to my lips and as much as I want to deepen it, I’m not sure who else of my friends might be lingering if Harper just showed up.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you more.” He tells me with a wink before he nods towards the building. Both of us know he won’t leave until I’m safely inside.

  When I get inside, Harper is sitting on the bed already dressed in her pajamas. Her blonde curly hair is pulled into a top knot and she’s already removed all of her makeup. “How did this happen? When? Have you been doing this since you moved here?” She hops up and begins firing off her questions in rapid succession.

  “Okay, one question at a time,” I tell her as I set my overnight bag on the floor. “It happened for the first time right before winter break. The night I slept over at his apartment and we left the next day. It never happened before then but I’ve been in love with him since I was like…thirteen?”

  Her eyes widen as her mouth drops open. “No way,” she whispers. “Seriously? But you were like raised with him, right?”

  “I know, it’s…unconventional.”

  “Unconventional?” She scrunches her nose and brings her fingers to her mouth and begins chewing on her nail. “Gab, it’s weird. He’s your brother. It’s incest.”

  My stomach turns hearing that word leave her lips. I know that’s what most people think, but it sounds so dirty. So wrong. Nothing about James and I could be wrong. “Technically not because we’re adopted siblings,” I tell her.

  “Semantics and you know it,” she puts her hand up and I can hear the contempt in her voice.

  “Yes, but at least we aren’t going to jail over it?” I try my hand at a joke but she gives me a look letting me know that she’s not amused.

  She crosses her arms. “Who else knows?”

  “Monica.”

  She raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh? How did she take it?”

  “Worse than you are,” I tell her honestly. “Oh and Isaac knows.”

  She snorts. “Is that why he came last night? As like a decoy? So you two could slink off and fuck in the corner?”

  “Well…I didn’t know Isaac knew at the time, but yes I think that may have been his reasoning.”

  “And I played into that shit? Gab, I slept with him! And he’s probably not even interested,” she says slapping a palm to her forehead. “James was probably like keep her busy by any means necessary and of course what guy isn’t going to be thrilled that his ‘job’ got him laid in the process!”

  “Okay, well no one told you to do all of that,” I tell her, not wanting to be blamed for her decisions on top of everything else. “But also, Isaac told James he thinks you’re hot, so while it may have been a plan at first, I think he is interested. And wait, what about Graham?” I ask referring to the guy she’s been seeing.

  “That’s casual, and I mean…I didn’t really go out with the intention to hook up with anyone, but Isaac is fine as hell and you guys all disappeared last night! Granted I know why you did now, but Aubrey and Luna also were off somewhere doing whatever.” She waves her hand around. “I’m not a shitty person, Gabrielle. Graham and I aren’t serious.”

  “Listen the only person casting judgment here is you.”

  “This is way different! Like weren’t you two when you were adopted?”

  “Yes. I know Harper. Okay? I know it’s a lot. This is why I haven’t told anyone yet. You think it’s a lot for you, how do you think my parents are going to take it? You know the parents that are also my boyfriend’s parents?” I begin to pace the length of the room suddenly feeling like I’m going to be sick at the thought of having to face my parents. The two people that have loved me unconditionally. Two people I’ve never ever wanted to disappoint. Would they still love me after this? There was a very tiny voice in the back of my head that whispered that James was not only their only son but theirs biologically which could mean in their eyes, I’m the problem. Despite Monica’s knee jerk reaction to blame James, my parents would blame me. The child that wasn’t always theirs that fucked everything up.

  No. They wouldn’t think that. They love you.

  “Boyfriend?” Harper’s eyebrows shoot to her hairline. “I thought you guys were just messing around…you’re serious?”

  “Yeah, Harp. I am. I told you, I’ve been in love with him for years. And now he’s finally where I’ve been for over a third of my life; I’m not going to let him go.”

  “Wow. I mean I think it’s totally weird and I won’t ever think it’s not.” She scrunches her nose. “But I guess he isn’t your biological brother.”

  “Right.”

  “You sure you know what you’re doing, Gab? I mean…relationships change. People change. What happens if one or both of you wants to end it? I mean how do you go back? Family gatherings will be so fucking awkward. I’d rather eat broken glass than sit through dinners and holidays and play nice with any of my exes.” The judgment that I’d heard in her voice has slowly shifted into something else. Something like worry.