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  Me: I don’t like him. Be safe.

  The dots move on the screen as I stretch back out on the bed.

  Rylie: He’s nice. I gave him a hundred bucks to get me a fake ID.

  Me: What the hell do you need a fake ID for?

  Rylie: So I can go to bars with you once I move out of this dumb hell hole.

  I relax at her response. The idea of her going out with Travis pisses me off. But the idea of Ry and me bar hopping together isn’t a bad one.

  Me: As long as you promise to only go with me, heathen.

  Rylie: I wouldn’t dream of going with anyone else.

  And this is where shit gets hard. Literally. I’m imagining a night of drinking and dancing at the night clubs. Rubbing against her as we dance. Dragging her to a dark corner, lifting her dress, and fucking my sweet sister against a dirty bar wall.

  I slide my hand into my sweats and grip my aching cock. With my free hand, I text her back.

  Me: I fucking miss you. Three weeks is too long.

  Rylie: If Aunt Becky would kindly remove her claws from me, I’d drive down there when you get back from traveling and see you.

  Imagining Rylie in my dorm room gets me hot, but then I’m instantly pissed thinking of Nick hitting on her. I know him. He’d try to fuck her and then I’d have to fuck him up.

  Me: Call me when you get home. I’ve had a bad day.

  My phone rings and I chuckle. “Yeah?”

  “What’s wrong?” Her voice is breathy and concerned. It makes my cock twitch in my grip.

  “I played like shit. Coach is mad as hell.”

  “Oh, Hudson,” she murmurs. Someone says something to her and she explains she has to take an important call. The music becomes muted and I hear a door shut. “That’s better. This party is lame anyway. I’d rather talk to you. Tell me what happened.”

  I tell her every shitty play and she listens quietly.

  “And then I was researching some stuff…” I trail off. “It just put me in a bad mood.”

  “So you wanted to hear my voice to cheer you up?” she teases.

  “You’re the only voice who cheers me up.”

  “How are you and Amy?”

  My cock softens in my hand and I groan. “We talk here and there. She went out on a date with a guy named Blake.”

  Rylie snorts. “Ew. She told you about her date?”

  “I think she was trying to make me jealous,” I admit.

  “Were you?”

  “I should be. I should be trying to repair what I broke.”

  “But…” she probes.

  Normally, I change the subject and guide us to simpler topics. Ever since the night I had to tell her we couldn’t be together like we both obviously wanted, I’ve been going crazy. Exactly what I’m not supposed to think about is all I think about. It had me so distracted during my game that I fucked that up and pissed off my coach.

  “Do you think about that night a lot?”

  She lets out a ragged breath. “All the time.”

  “Me too.”

  Silence fills the air for a long pause.

  “I wanted it, Huds. I wanted to have sex with you.”

  “I did too,” I whisper.

  “I still want it.”

  “We can’t,” I tell her, hoping I sound firm, but my voice quakes.

  “I wish we could. I could probably get Travis to take my virginity, but I don’t love him. He’d probably—”

  I explode with fury. “You’re not fucking Travis,” I snap. “Never, Rylie. Got it?”

  “Okay,” she agrees softly. “That night you and I had felt so good. How can something that feels good be considered bad? Why do people care who we love? We’re not hurting anyone.”

  “It’s not that simple,” I groan, letting my eyes fall shut. I stroke my cock, trying to mimic the way she did it. “Everything is so fucking complicated.”

  “I’m touching myself, Huds,” she murmurs. “Just talking to you…I get so…” A soft moan escapes her and it makes my cock jerk in my fist.

  “Fuck, baby,” I hiss. “Don’t do this to me.”

  “Nobody has to know.”

  Nobody has to know.

  “Are your panties wet?” My words are barely audible.

  “Yes.”

  “Just a little bit or soaked all the way through?”

  She moans again. “Now that I’m teasing myself through my panties, I can feel the wetness through the fabric. I wish it were you touching me.”

  “Jesus, I wish that too.”

  “Are you touching yourself as well?”

  “I’m fucking my fist wishing it were yours,” I grind out, my voice low and gravelly.

  “I wish I could taste you. I wish I could have you. Just once, Hudson. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so sick. Maybe you could heal me.”

  I pump my cock and tense as my orgasm builds. “If we ever crossed the line, there’d be no coming back, baby. We wouldn’t heal. The sickness would fucking spread. I can barely think of anything beside you right now. If I actually had you, I’d become obsessed.”

  A frustrated sound rips from her. “This is torture, dammit! It’s not fucking fair!”

  “Shhh,” I say in a soothing tone. “Someone will overhear you. It’s just us right now.”

  “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

  But we are. It’s so wrong. What we want to do is even worse.

  “Take your panties off,” I demand, desperate to have this moment with her. Tomorrow we can go back to staying away, but tonight, I want this. “If I can’t touch you, I want you to do it for me. I want you to tell me every goddamn sensation, Rylie, because I’m going insane not knowing. I want you to push your fingers into your tight, slippery cunt and I want you to taste how sweet you are. I need to know just how good that forbidden fruit tastes. Please.”

  She gasps and then a slight moan slips from her. My cock is aching in my grip. I close my eyes and think about her perfect pouty lips. I imagine what it would feel like to rub the tip of my dick against her bottom lip. Would she flick her tongue out and lick me? Would she suck me into her throat?

  “Fuck,” I curse. “Fuck.”

  “I’m so wet,” she whispers. “When I touch myself normally, it doesn’t get like this.”

  “Because it turns you on that I’m over here fisting my cock wishing you were here to do it instead?” My words are clipped and gravelly.

  “Y-Yes, I’m very turned on.”

  “How many fingers are inside your pussy, Ry?”

  “One.”

  “I’ll never get to push my thick cock into you, baby, but I want to know what it would feel like. Put another finger in and tell me how it feels,” I demand, my balls heavy with the need to come.

  “Tight,” she breathes. “I have to use the…um…the juices to get it slippery so it’ll slide in better.”

  Fuck me.

  “Is it in now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do the same for that third finger. My cock is much bigger than your little fingers, heathen. But you can pretend it’s me, right?”

  “I don’t want to pretend.” The pout in her voice makes me chuckle.

  “I don’t want to either. Now tell me how it feels.”

  She breathes heavily. “Like it’s too much but not enough. I want…I need…” Her breathing catches and I can tell she’s close.

  “If I were there, I’d lick your sweet cunt until you screamed. Those juices that are dripping down your fingers wouldn’t be a problem. I’d lick you all clean.”

  “Hudson,” she moans. “I want you.”

  “I want you too, but it can’t happen. Stay with me. Play this game with me, please.”

  “Okay.”

  “Put me on speaker so I can hear you.”

  She shuffles and then tells me she’s done it.

  “Now,” I instruct. “Use your other hand to touch your clit. I want you to rub it and pretend it’s my tongue, okay?”

  “That fee
ls good,” she breathes.

  “I would do it so much better, baby. So much better. But this is all we have. I want you to keep rubbing and then tell me when you come. I’m barely holding on here by a thread, but the moment you let go, I’m going to come all over my stomach. If you were here, I’d want you to lick my cock clean and—”

  “I’m coming!” she cries out.

  The sounds from her are so fucking erotic that it tips me over the edge. I close my eyes, imagining her three fingers inside her little pussy as she makes a big mess with her release. It’s enough to have me groaning as cum jets from my dick and shoots up my chest, soaking my bare chest. I keep my eyes closed for a moment as I imagine her sweet red tongue running along my happy trail that’s splattered with semen. My cock jolts from that image.

  When she bursts into tears, I blink open my eyes and shake away my daze.

  “What’s wrong?” I demand, panic welling inside me. “Did I…Do you regret…”

  “W-What? No,” she sobs. “I…I just want you back home. May fifteenth is too far away.”

  My last final is on the fifteenth, so we have about three weeks until the end of the semester. It may as well be three years because it sure as fuck feels that way.

  “It’s not that far away,” I lie.

  “I’m lonely without you.” She sniffles.

  “I’m lonely without you too.”

  She’s silent for a beat. “I miss Mom and Dad. I’m just a responsibility to Aunt Becky and Uncle Randy.”

  “I miss them too. I could tell Coach that—”

  “No,” she interrupts, her tone fierce. “You’re already in trouble. Missing another game isn’t going to help me because that hurts you. I can wait three weeks.”

  “But your birthday is next weekend.”

  “You’ll still call me, right?” she asks. “Can we…Can we do this again?”

  “As long as we don’t actually do it, we’re not harming anyone or breaking any fucking laws. So if that’ll make you happy on your birthday, you bet we’re going to do this again.” I reach over and grab my towel off the floor to clean off my sticky stomach. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl, we can even video chat.”

  She sucks in a sharp breath. “Really?”

  Nothing sounds more appealing than seeing her face when she comes.

  “I want to see you. All of you,” I admit.

  “Nobody has to know,” she murmurs.

  My phone buzzes with a text.

  “Nobody has to know,” I agree.

  When I pull away to see who texted me, I realize Rylie has sent me a picture. It’s a selfie. Her light brown eyes are hooded and sultry. Plump pink lips are parted. But what has me wanting to reach through the phone and grabbing her is the fact her mouth is wrapped around three very wet fingers.

  I stare at the picture and burn it into my memory.

  “I have to delete this picture,” I mutter, really fucking hating that idea.

  “I know. But I wanted you to see.”

  “Beautiful.” My word is barely whispered, but she hears.

  “Thank you. I love you, Huds.”

  “I love you too, heathen.”

  We hang up, but I stare at the picture for hours. I get hard again and I come once more, this time all alone. And then I continue to stare at what I’ll never be allowed to have. When I hear giggling many hours later outside my door, I reluctantly delete the picture.

  But I’ll never fucking delete this memory.

  Never.

  Rylie

  “She took my phone!” Hudson yells as he beats on the other side of my door.

  My parents, used to our fights, ignore him. I let out a quiet laugh as I sit down on my bed and easily guess his passcode. I’m just tapping on an app I’ve never seen before when my door handle jiggles.

  Oh crap!

  Did he steal the key my parents keep to all the doors?

  I let out a squeal when the door opens and he steps inside my room, his chest heaving. Hudson is almost eighteen now. He doesn’t know I’m sick. I take a moment to appreciate the hard curves of his chest muscles as he closes the door behind him.

  Why is he closing the door?

  My heart stammers in my chest.

  When Mom and Dad aren’t home, he lets Amy come over and they lock his bedroom door. I can hear them having sex each time. It’s dirty and embarrassing, but I can’t not go to his door each time they do it. The sound of their skin slapping together is the most delicious sound I’ve ever heard.

  Are we going to…

  His green eyes are flaming with rage and his hair still drips from his recent shower. When his fingers turn the lock, I forget how to breathe.

  He’s beautiful.

  Sick, Rylie, you’re sick.

  “Get out of my room,” I croak, but I don’t mean it. Girls who aren’t sick say that sort of thing.

  “You had no problems going in mine.” His jaw clenches with fury. When did Hudson turn into a man? He’s every bit as big as Dad, but he’s definitely stronger and more defined.

  My finger smashes something on his phone because moans start playing from the app. He pounces on me and knocks his phone into the floor.

  “Stay out of my room,” he snaps, his strong hands easily pinning me to the bed.

  I should be arguing with him or yelling at him. Not loving the way his body feels pressed against mine. The app continues to moan, just like Amy does.

  “What’s that app for?”

  “Nothing a little kid needs to worry about.”

  I huff and struggle to push him off, the anger finally flooding through me. “I’m not a little kid.”

  Skin starts slapping and the male starts telling the female to take it. Fucking take it. I strain my head to look. I want to see what they’re doing. My lips part the moment I see the man pushing his penis inside the woman. He pulls it all the way out and then drives into her. Over and over again. Something hardens against my thigh and I’m no longer interested in the video.

  Hudson, who must have been looking at the video too, snaps his eyes back to mine. His cheeks turn pink. It’s not the first time I’ve seen my brother have a boner through his shorts, but it’s the first time I ever felt it.

  Big.

  Hard.

  Throbbing.

  I want to ask him if he’ll pull his basketball shorts down and let me touch it. Before I can ask those words, he jerks away from me and snatches his phone from the floor. The moans are silenced, but he can’t hide the fact he’s still hard.

  “Stay out of my room.” His words lack their usual venom and then he’s gone, closing my door behind him.

  Lying back, I close my eyes and let the sickness take over as I pretend it’s me in his room the next time and not Amy.

  “Are you listening?” Aunt Becky clips out on the other line, jerking me from the past.

  “Uh, yeah, just thinking about Mom and Dad.” Not a complete lie.

  “Oh, honey,” she says softly. Then, she barks out an address to a cab driver. “I’m sorry. If we didn’t already spend all this money on this couples retreat, you know Randy and I would be there with you.”

  Randy agrees loudly so I’ll hear.

  “And,” she continues, “I know Hudson would too if he didn’t have a game against Alabama. Once your brother is out of school, we’ll have a big barbeque for you like your parents used to. Are you still going to go out with your friends tonight?”

  The mention of my parents has my chest aching.

  “Yep,” I lie again. “They’re all waiting for me at the restaurant, but my friend Mandy is picking me up. Oh, she’s here.”

  “Good,” she says. “We love you and will see you Monday when you get home from school. Make sure you take the medicine as prescribed. I only left you enough for the days I’m gone. I’m trusting you and I’ll check in.”

  “Okay. Bye.”

  I hang up and toss my phone away. It hits the carpet with a thud. I’m not going out. I’m not eve
n dressed. After school, I kicked out of my jeans and crawled into bed. Slept. Cried. Got lost in the darkness that’s my mind. There will be no birthday parties or anything special. My highlight of this weekend will be when Hudson calls me after his game. He promised we could video chat and—

  “Is there a reason you lied?”

  I jerk my head to my doorway to find Hudson leaned against the frame, smirking at me. His baseball cap is flipped backward and he’s wearing basketball shorts and a black Gap T-shirt Aunt Becky had bought him not long after our parents had died.

  My heart rate skyrockets.

  He’s hot.

  And here.

  I scramble out of the bed and rush over to him. He laughs when I throw my arms around his neck and squeal. The moment our bodies are pressed together, I need to be closer. And apparently he does too. His large hands cover my ass cheeks over my panties and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull away slightly to look at him. God, he smells good. Masculine and soapy and simply Hudson.

  “You’re here.” I smile at him.

  “It’s your eighteenth birthday. You think I’d miss that?” His grin is crooked and handsome. I want to spend the next three days just kissing his mouth.

  “Won’t Coach be mad?” My brows furrow together in realization that he might be in trouble for coming to see me.

  He rolls his eyes. “I was benched anyway.”

  “Are you upset?”

  His green eyes twinkle. “Not anymore.”

  My heart soars. I can’t help myself. Leaning forward, I peck his lips. He doesn’t retreat, so I kiss him again, leaving my lips there longer. When I start to pull away, he turns and presses my back against the wall beside my door. His lips fuse to mine and his tongue slides into my mouth as if it belongs there. I welcome it with a moan. Between my spread legs, he grinds his now-hard cock against my aching center. Zings of pleasure flitter through me. I’ve been dreaming of a million variations of what we’re doing since last weekend.

  “Where are your pants?” he murmurs against my lips.

  “Who cares?”

  “Goddammit, Rylie. You’re too tempting for me. I’m not strong like I should be.” He kisses me hard until we’re both panting for air.

  “I want you too. It’s okay.”

  He nips at my bottom lip before resting his forehead against mine. His green eyes are intense as he stares me down. “We can’t have sex. It’s…”