I’m Gabrielle Calloway, but yeah…sometimes it sucked that it meant I was sister to James Calloway, thereby making him very off limits.

  I blink my eyes a few more times, still not exactly sure how he means, but I go with my assumption, trying my best not to assume the worst or hope for the best. “Sure, I guess. Maybe we’d be friends.”

  He chuckles. “Gab, we’d be more than friends and you know it.” He pours us two more shots and the liquor combined with his words causes a flutter between my legs. I chuckle awkwardly and try my best to come up with a witty reply but come up short. “You don’t think so?” he responds.

  “I…I guess I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Never mind.” He shakes his head and stares out the window where I see the snow has started to pick up slightly before sweeping his gaze back to mine. “Want to take these?”

  We do so and I’ve officially crossed into intoxication despite my efforts to remain in control. He gets up to stoke the fire in front of us and instantly my fantasy from yesterday comes to mind. A giggle leaves my lips and when he turns back to me, he frowns. “What?”

  “I have this fantasy of losing my virginity in front of a fireplace.” Instantly my hand flies over my mouth and I wish I could take back that projectile word vomit. “I mean…just in general. Not here obviously. One too many romance novels,” I ramble and I start to fidget with my hands which is something I do when I’m nervous. James’ eyes flit to them and a smile pulls at his lips.

  “You’re nervous?” Panic washes over me. Why does he know me so fucking well?

  “No…I just…that was a weird comment. Sorry, did I make it awkward?”

  “Of course not, beautiful.” He moves back towards me and rubs his thumb down my cheek. “I’ve always wanted to do anything and everything to make you happy. Give you everything you want, Gab. But…” he furrows his brow, “that’s one thing I don’t think I can give you.”

  That one word blares in my head like a flashing neon light. “Think?” I utter it aloud, my heart pounding so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it.

  “Can’t,” he corrects. “I can’t give it to you. Even though…” He stops and my eyes widen at the qualifier. Holy shit. He…wants that…with me? I try my best to steady my breathing. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe he means…I run through a brief list of scenarios he could possibly mean, but all of them lead back to him wanting to take my virginity. My sex pulses. The word vomit pools in the back of my throat dying to escape.

  No. No. No.

  Make him say it first.

  My mind is moving a mile a minute at the thought that James and I could possibly cross a line tonight and I’m drunk on that thought along with the whiskey coursing through my veins.

  “James…” I whisper and bite down on my lower lip.

  “The things I could do to you, Gab.” He drops his head back. “I hate that I’ve thought about it.”

  “Thought about…what?”

  His eyes sweep to mine before he traces his gaze over me running those piercing blue eyes all over me lasciviously.

  “Gabby…” He rarely calls me that and I think he realizes it because he pulls back slightly and shakes his head. “I need to get some sleep.”

  “Wait…what?” No no no, don’t let him.

  His smoldering gaze still holds mine as he moves closer to me and presses a kiss so gentle on my forehead that I want to jump out of my skin.

  “You can stay up if you want, but I’m fried,” he tells me as he stands and begins to clean up the mess of glasses and pizza on the floor.

  I follow behind him into the kitchen, carrying what’s left. I set it on the counter before realizing it’s now or never. “James, look at me.”

  His back is to me and I can see the tension in his back and neck as he drops his head. “No.”

  I move behind him and put my arms around him so his back is against my chest, though with our height difference, it doesn’t quite line up that way. “You said we could tell each other everything.”

  “Not this.” His voice is low and shakes slightly.

  “What is this you’re referring to?”

  “Gabrielle.” He turns around and I can see the anguish in his features. Does he…feel the same things I feel? “In another life…” he leans down, “I’d make you so happy, and it just kills me sometimes that it can’t be this life.”

  I grip his forearms and move closer to him. I’m not completely pressed against him but I’m close. “You do make me happy in this life, J.” I run my hands up his chest, toeing the line between sexual and playful and to his shoulders before gripping them. “James…” His name comes out like a breathy plea and it must serve as a question because his hands find my hips in response. He grips them tightly and before I can think he’s moved me backwards and lifted me up onto the counter like I weigh less than a feather. He steps between my legs and runs his nose up and down my neck.

  “I’ve always loved the way you smell. Your scent is fucking addictive.” Goosebumps cover every inch of me and my sex gets slicker as his cock lines up perfectly against my center. He doesn’t press it against me.

  I press myself against him.

  I scoot further so I’m pressing right against him and I hope he can feel the heat from my pussy because it feels like it’s on fire.

  “You’re killing me, Gab.” He groans as he drops his head to my shoulder. “You’re drunk and—”

  “This has nothing to do with me being drunk,” I whisper. The last thing I want him to think is that alcohol caused these feelings. “If it is, I’ve been drunk since I was thirteen.” I speak the words of finality. The words I can’t take back. The words that make it very clear what I feel and how deep the feelings go. “I want you.” I run my hands down his back and then up until I find his hair and pull on it gently. “I want you so badly, it’s made being around you miserable at times.” He pulls away quickly and gives me a sad look that almost mirrors mine. His hand finds my cheek.

  “Same, beautiful.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “This past year…hell, two years if I’m being honest, which makes me feel like a fucking pervert because you had just turned seventeen and all of a sudden you were just this beautiful woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.” He swallows. “I think about you all the time.”

  My mouth drops open in awe over his confession. “You do?” I squeak. “What-what do you think about?”

  “Fuck, Gab. A part of me thought you knew?”

  I shake my head. “Fuck no. I would have made this move way before. I would have given you my virginity six months ago when I turned eighteen.”

  “You’re my baby sister…” He lets out a breath and backs away but he leaves his legs on my thighs. “And yet, I obsess over you.”

  “So do I,” I whimper. “I made myself come last night thinking about you.”

  “I know,” he tells me and I frown. “I didn’t know it was necessarily about me but I knew you were touching yourself. You’re not exactly quiet, beautiful. I felt so…depraved. Sitting there listening to you touch yourself through the door, wishing like hell I could be the one touching you, or shit, even watch.”

  “I wish I would have known,” I tell him. “I literally thought about texting you and telling you how much I wanted you.”

  “Gab, I don’t know how to navigate this.”

  “Neither do I.”

  He stares at me straight on. “You cannot tell Monica.”

  I cock my head to the side. “No, you think?”

  “You tell Monica everything.”

  “She doesn’t know I’ve been fantasizing about our brother’s cock for five years. I think I can keep this from her.”

  Fire blazes in his eyes in response to my words. “Have you touched one before, beautiful?” I furrow my brow wondering what he means. “A dick.” Oh. OH. The idea of touching his dick makes my heart begin to pound even faster mimicking the aggressive thump between my legs. I shake my head. “No.”

  “Have you seen one?”

  “In porn.”

  “I mean in real life.”

  “No.” I shake my head. I swallow, letting the liquid courage take over. “Can I see yours?”

  His nostrils flare and he pulls away and leans back against the island in his kitchen, his hands on his hips. He runs his tongue over his teeth and I can see him fumbling slightly with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “No going back after this, Gabrielle.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t want to go back.”

  “I don’t know that it can go forward after tonight.”

  I hop off the counter and move towards him, the liquor making me braver than usual as I press myself against him. “We live here in one of the biggest cities in the world, away from our parents and hours from our sister and you’re telling me if you have a taste tonight, you’ll never want a repeat?” His hands find my hips and push me back slightly and when I look down, I see his cock hard and very proudly pointing at me. My gaze draws up. “Let me see it, please,” I beg.

  His hands drop from my hips and grab my hands pulling them to his drawstring. He nods and I understand the implication. I untie them and slowly send his pants down his legs leaving him in black Calvin Klein briefs that outline how glorious his cock looks. I boldly run my fingers up his shaft and he groans. “Fuck. I can’t believe this is happening.”

  I find the top of his briefs and slowly pull them down. I see a crop of thick but trimmed and groomed pubic hair first. I bite my lip, wanting to run my tongue through it before lowering it more and more and more until his whole dick is exposed to me. Cum drips from the tip and I watch in fascination as it slides down his shaft and touches his balls. I blink several times as I take in the realization that I’m staring at my brother’s dick.

  Holy fucking shit.

  I stare down at the sight in front of me. My baby sister, who also happens to be my favorite person in the world is staring up at me. Her big brown eyes are so innocent as she lets her tongue drag up my shaft. I grip the countertop behind me to steady myself because the look and feeling of that velvety pink tongue running over me is enough to make me lose my balance.

  “Is that okay?” Her voice is breathy but confident as she blinks her eyes several times.

  I grip her chin and rub my finger over her bottom lip. “It’s perfect, Gab, and as much as I want you to suck my cock between those beautiful full lips of yours, I want to do so many more things to you first.”

  I pull her to her feet in front of me and reluctantly slide my briefs back up over my cock despite the fact that it’s screaming at me to get inside of her somehow. I kick off my sweats, opting not to put them back on, and cup her cheeks gently. “Like kiss you for one.”

  She lets out a sigh that makes my cock ache even more. Her eyes flutter closed and her tongue darts out to wet her pink lips. I push my hands back further into her dark brown hair. I know she hates when anyone touches it, but I’ve always been the one exception. She moans at the touch. “I love when you play with my hair.”

  “Because I’m the only person allowed to?” She nods. “Gabby,” I whisper and she still doesn’t open her eyes. “Look at me, baby.” Her eyes fly open wide, probably in response to what I called her. But if I’m being honest, I hadn’t meant to. It flew out of me naturally like I’d been calling her that for years. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I tell her as I take in her full lips. I trace them with my thumb and her lips part slightly. She had braces as a child. Braces she hated because she thought she looked dorky. Though I know she appreciates them now because her teeth are straight and blindingly white especially against the red lipstick she often wears. Her warm brown skin is smooth and always has a glow, making me wonder if she glows everywhere. I rub my nose against hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

  “Please,” she begs just before I press my lips to hers for the first time. She doesn’t waste a second before she opens her mouth inviting my tongue into hers. I take the invitation eagerly, exploring her mouth before settling against her tongue and rubbing mine against it. I run my hands through her hair, tugging it playfully causing her to whimper into my mouth. My hands follow the trail down her body, settling on her curvy ass that I’ve spent more than enough time the past six months thinking about.

  Touching it.

  Eating it.

  Fucking it.

  I know Gabrielle Calloway inside and out in almost every way except this way, and I’m dying to know her this way too.

  I pull her harder and she grinds against me, rubbing and mewling. I lift her in my arms like I’ve done a thousand times but this time she wraps her legs around my waist and I smile against her because like always she’s completely in tune with me. I press her against a wall and kiss her harder than before. I bite down on her bottom lip before sliding my tongue over it to temper the sting of my teeth.

  She plays with my hair going back and forth between pulling it and stroking my neck. I pull away from her lips and trail kisses down her neck. I flick the skin behind her ear with my tongue, tasting her which does nothing for the stiffness in my dick. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long. I can’t believe it’s happening,” she murmurs softly and I begin the slow walk out of the kitchen towards my bedroom. Her lips are attached to my neck as she rubs her petite body against me. My cock bobs with every step we get closer to my bedroom as if it knows what’s going to happen tonight if her tongue on it was any indication.

  I stand in the entrance to my bedroom and I shoot her a look before I move any further. “Are you okay with being here? With…going in here with me?”

  “Yes. I want you to fuck me in your bed and remember it every time you go to sleep.” Her eyes are big and expressive just like they always are when she’s excited about something. It’s one of the things I love about her. She wears her feelings on her face at all times. Or maybe I can just read her. I move into the bedroom and set her gently on her feet. I take a step back and take it all in.

  Her.

  This.

  Us.

  Fuck.

  I palm my dick and sit down on the love seat in the corner of my room. I prop my feet up on the table in front of it and nod at her. “Strip.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “You don’t want to undress me?”

  “Make no mistake, I’m going to explore every inch of you, but right now I want to watch you peel those clothes off. I want to watch you peel your panties away from your wet cunt.” Her mouth falls open before she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I lean forward slightly. “Is your pussy wet, Gab?” She nods and my cock hardens. “Fuck, I can’t wait to know what you taste like.” I rub a hand over my mouth, almost in shock that I’m nonchalantly talking about my sister’s pussy. “Baby, I want to look at you.”

  She saunters closer to me, pulling her t-shirt off and tossing it to the ground. “I love that you call me baby.”

  I swallow. “That’s what you are.” She pulls her leggings down, leaving her in only lacy pale pink panties and a matching bra that I want to pull off with my teeth. She’s in my lap instantly, straddling me and sliding all the way down, so that she’s sitting right on top of my dick. I’m still only in my briefs so I feel the wetness soaking through my underwear.

  “James.” She moans before her lips find my neck. My hands find her ass again and I’m pleased when I realized she’s wearing a thong and I’m touching her bare ass as she rocks against me. The scent of her pussy reaches my nostrils and I have to fight back the groan forming at the back of my throat as she continues to dry hump me.

  This is going to be over before it starts if I don’t stop her.

  “Stand up,” I tell her as I reluctantly let go of her glorious ass. She does as she’s told and I spin my finger in a circle. “Turn around.”

  She obeys again and I see the pale string settled between her ass cheeks. I reach out and smack one cheek gently and watch as it jiggles. I lean forward and drag my tongue up the other cheek to her hip before following suit on the other side. I sink my teeth into the round part of her behind and nibble gently before reaching around her to run a digit over her covered pussy. I drag it up her slit and she shivers. I pull her panties slowly down her legs and I can smell how wet they are. As soon as she steps out of them, I bring them to my nose and I resist the urge to suck the wetness from them. She turns around to face me and her nostrils flare when she sees what I’m doing.

  “James,” she whispers. “I…” She stops when she sees the look that I’m giving her. Well, her pussy. I drop the panties and look up at her and then down at her pussy again and then back at her.

  “You’re bare?” It’s meant to be a statement but it comes out more of a question. All the times I’d pictured her pussy, I assumed there’d be hair. I never once imagined my virgin sister would be getting her sweet cunt waxed.

  She nods. “It’s uncomfortable when there’s hair.”

  I lick my lips and look up at her. “Can I touch you?”

  “Yes please.”

  “You’ve had an orgasm before, right?” She nods again. “Has anyone ever given you one?” She shakes her head no and my dick hardens even more.

  “Fuck, I’m going to give you your first orgasm that you didn’t give yourself?”

  She nods. “Well, if you do it right,” she sasses and I almost want to take her over my knee for that comment, but she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra letting it fall to the ground so my mind temporarily goes blank.

  Gabrielle Calloway is standing in front of me completely naked. Her nipples are hard and the space between her legs is glistening with her arousal. “I almost don’t know what to do with you.” I tell her honestly before drawing a fist to my mouth. I bite down. Fuck, she is beautiful.

  “Well, maybe you could ummm…” She looks nervously around the room. “Go down on me?” she says weakly and I smile immediately at the thought of tasting her, but it’s replaced with a frown as I wonder where this nervousness is coming from.

  “Are you nervous?” I ask her as I stand up and begin to circle her. I look over every inch of her gorgeous body, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of putting my mouth between her thighs.