“Stop it, Dwayne, unless you wanna get your head beat in!” I’m enraged, completely overtaken by my anger towards this asshole kid.
He doesn’t even bother to turn to look at me, he just continues towering over the girl. “Oh look who’s here, your boyfriend. Do you know what people say about you two? It’s so gross! But it makes sense. It’s not like any guy would like you besides your own stepbrother!”
My face is turning beet red, my skin beginning to craw., I’m flexing my hands into little, tight fists as I boil over. “I’m not gonna warn you again. Get out of here before I kill you.”
He spits on the ground besides where she's crouching. Her hands are over her ears, her eyes closed tight. She doesn’t even see him step away. She’s just wishing for it to all be over with. He looks down at her one last time, letting out a long chuckle, “I wouldn’t touch that freak either way.”
That’s it. I’m done. I take three large steps towards him and his group, grabbing onto the collar of his vinyl jacket. I swing him hard against the brick wall of the school, pressing his body into the stones. I raise my fist high in the air dramatically before I hear him relent. He lets out a loud, pleading whimper as the rest of his gang of idiot thug teenagers disappear. He stammers, lost in his own fear, “Listen man, I didn’t mean to do anything bad. I wasn’t gonna hurt her. We were just having some fun.” His voice was rapid, as if he wanted to apologize for being alive if it meant me not hitting him with such a forced I’d undeniably knock his teeth out.
I put my arm down and place my hands next to his throat. His eyes dart towards them, hoping and praying I won’t push down harder and begin to choke. My voice is impossibly low for someone who is only sixteen, and I used it to my advantage. “If I ever see you near my stepsister again, I'll personally rip your throat out and feed it to your family. Do you hear me?”
He nods up and down, over and over again until I drop him to the ground. He takes a second to dust himself off before running towards his group. They’re all waiting for him at the top of the hill by the middle school playground. No doubt, they were watching and listening, as well. I take note of each of them, making a mental list of who saw my warning.
Kylie is still squatting down against the wall. She hasn’t heard or seen a thing. She’s just waiting for the pain she’s all too familiar with. Before my dad married her mom, she was this nerdy, outcast kid with no friends. And even two years later, it’s still the same. I’ve tried to tell her she can change this. She can get over her nerdy side if she just cut her hair like everyone else and stopped wearing such stupid, geeky clothing. I’ve seen her outside of school. I’ve even seen her undress. I knew she had potential, especially as she was getting older.
But that wasn’t for Kylie. She was unique, her own person. She wasn’t going to be just another prom queen wannabe. She was going to be special, despite what those preteen jerks said or did to her. I admired that.
I lowered myself down to her spot and slowly removed her hands from her ears and quietly spoke, “Hey, kid. It’s me. They boys are gone.”
One eye opened first, peeking at the scene to make sure it wasn’t some trap. Then the other eye followed as they lit up. She was safe. “Wills!” she said astonished, “Thank you for helping me. I thought they would never go away.”
I sat next to her, grabbing her shoulders with my arm. “What are brothers for?”
---
The words echoed in my mind, jolting me awake. What are brothers for? Not this. Not for being a porn costar or, worse, waking up in her dorm room next to her after screwing her.
I looked at the light beams painting themselves on her gray tile floor. By how bright it was outside, I guessed it was the early morning. I managed to do the one thing I avoided for so many years: I actually fell asleep next to another woman.
When I slept with other girls, I was usually out the door as soon as the deed was done. I’d come up with excuses – work in the morning, someone waiting for me back at home, a breakfast with an old friend – anything to avoid having to face her in the morning. But Kylie was different. I didn’t race to find my pants or make my way to the car after sex with her.
Instead, I let sleep come; I welcomed it. She curled up to me, her back up against my front, her hair tickling my nose. I watched as her eyes grew heavy and her speech slowed. At one point during her fade into the early morning hours, she wished me a goodnight as if knowing I would be there tomorrow.
I knew that was my cue to go, but her scent dragged me in further. I wanted to continue feeling the warmth between our two bodies. I wanted to use this perfectly quiet, silent moment as an opportunity to touch and study her perfect skin up close for myself. With the porn shoots, I only had so much time to take her in, to study her movements and positions. Now, she was mine for the taking. I could watch her eyelids flicker, see her mouth curl open along with her dreams, and press my fingers into the skin where her hip bone jutted out slightly.
I suddenly didn’t mind that I was there past my normal welcome. Despite my dream playing with my consciousness, I wanted this moment, right or wrong.
An alarm went off near Kylie’s head. Little beeps growing louder and louder until she finally stirred awake. Her head twisted, resisting the need to wake up. She was comfortable. I had made her comfortable. A smile crept on my face as she turned her shoulder towards me, her eyes fluttering open one at a time, just like my memory.
“You’re still here?” she asked dreamily, a small curve of her lip shooting upwards.
“I’m still here.”
“I thought you would be gone by now. You’re not exactly the type of guy I would imagine staying, especially after what we did last night.” She grinned sheepishly. I knew having anal sex would be transformative for her. Sex was great, but getting to the next level with ass play was something else completely.
“Well, we can do a repeat, if you would like…” My hands stroked at the warm spots on her backside where my hips had pressed into her. I leaned down towards her, kissing her softly while prompting her to turn, facing me. She was sweet and impossibly fresh, as if the morning hadn’t touched her.
She pulled away softly, kissing me on the cheek before looking back up towards the clock. “I want to. I really, really want to. But I’m going to have to take a rain check on that. I’ve got class in about an hour and I really should shower.”
“I thought I was the one who was supposed to give excuses. It sounds to me like you’re trying to get away.”
“I promise you the last thing I wanna do right now is get out of this bed and head towards Modern Literature with Professor Mouth Breather. But I’ve never, ever missed a class, and I don’t plan on starting now.”
I watched her lift her arms up, stretching towards the walls. I could feel her feet curling upwards and her hips lifting off the bed slightly. She gave me one last, deep kiss on the mouth, her tongue searching for mine before straddling over me and planting herself on the ground.
She grabbed her robe off of the floor and sat down at her desk, opening her old laptop. I caught her attention, “You really should get a new one. That computer looks like something our parents used.”
I cringed. Our parents. Ugh. I knew I just ruined a moment. I brought reality back into this room. I waited for the shoe to drop, for her to notice my slip, but she either ignored it or didn’t mind.
Instead, she laughed as the machine hummed noisily to start. “I know, I know. It’s the next thing on my list to buy after I pay for the four hundred other things I need to upgrade. I still have about two year’s worth of tuition to pay off, so you better be coming up with ideas for new scenes.”
“I have a couple of ideas that may bring in some huge paydays. And, I could always sell last night’s video. I’m pretty sure it would break records.”
She smiled and nodded, her lips pursing together as if she were about to burst. “Let’s keep that one between the two of us – your private collection, remember?”
“I’ll enjoy it tonight, I can promise you that.” I wasn’t lying. I had never done something so amateur as to make a sex tape between me and someone not on a set. The idea of it was getting me hard. I'd watch it over and over again, I imagined.
Kylie went back to looking at her computer, her mouse and keyboard clicking away as she searched for something. She didn’t look away as she asked me, “Do we have anything going on tomorrow?”
“No. Why?” I was suspicious almost immediately.
She seemed timid, unsure how to approach the question. “Well, this guy contacted me. His name is Rebel? I don’t know; it can’t be his real name.”
A red-hot singe of anger burst within me. “Rebel O’Conner. That’s his real name. What does that asshole wannabe want with you?”
She didn’t dare to look at me. Instead she read off an email, “Hey Kylie. My name’s Rebel. I got your email from your former agent, Daniel. I saw some of the work you have done with Wilder, and I’m a huge fan.”
I interrupted her, “Yeah, he would be. He practically stalks me, copying my every move.” I knew I sounded bitter, but Rebel and I had a history going back years since I got started. He was the sound tech in one of my first films, and we bonded over the dream of making it big. He got his name piggybacking off of my hard work.
“Anyway,” she continued reading, not sure how to react to my burst of frustration, “I wanted to know if you were interested in working with me on a project or two. Daniel has some ideas, but I’m also willing to work with you at your own production company. I don’t have a contract so I'm able to travel studios and do some freelancing. I really think the two of us would make a hot match. Give me a call if you’re interested in meeting today or tomorrow to discuss. Hope to talk to you soon, R.O.C”
“R.O.C.? You have to be kidding me.”
“What’s your problem? I thought it would be a good idea. I mean, our scenes are hot, so very hot. And we're obviously making a ton of people happy considering the money and website hits. But there needs to be some variety. We added Julie in. Why not add another guy into the fold?” She stroked her hair nervously. This was an uncomfortable moment not just for me, but also for her. I could tell she hesitated to even just bring it up. I wouldn’t blame her. After last night, this was more like cheating.
“I just don’t understand, Kylie. There are other guys who can work with Julie. She can do the other men.” Julie was actually not that excited to work with boys. They just weren’t her type. But I still needed something to get Kylie out of this.
Kylie reached over the desk and put on a pair of glasses. She had that nerdy, pure look again as she teased me, “My, my Will. Are you perhaps jealous of me working with another guy? Could I be that good that you wanna keep me all for yourself?”
I stood off of the bed, letting the comforter drop over my naked waist, revealing me to her. I walked towards her, picking her off of the chair and bringing her back to the bed. “You are that good. Any guy would be jealous of having to share you.”
She traced her hands around my naked chest, pressing her tiny hands into my smooth skin. She lowered her voice, removing the humor. “I know we're casual. I know we aren’t a couple or anything. And, I mean, that’s totally fine by me. I don’t see why this would be any kind of big deal. He’s just another fucking porn star.”
I tugged at her robe, bringing her closer to me. She had a point. We weren’t exclusive. Even our business contract allowed us to work with other people if we had the opportunity. But I was jealous. The thought of her fucking another guy on camera made me see red. That was my job. This was my co-star. She’s my sister. I wanted to rip her computer up and hunt down Rebel for even mentioning it.
I sighed heavily as I tried to push my anger down. I placed my hand in the opening slit of the robe and pushed the fabric off her shoulder, kissing her skin right above her breast. She looked so innocent, so unsure. The glasses only made it hotter for me. “I’m not gonna stop you, Kylie.”
She hesitated as I began circling my hand around her breast, her breath clipping as I started teasing her nipple. “Then I guess I’ll do it.”
I pressed my lips against her pink tips, lapping it with my tongue. In between strokes, I made a proposition, “But I have two conditions.”
She was breathless, unable to control herself from her own desires, “What? What is your condition for me?”
“You be late to class so I can take you once more.” My hand slipped in between her legs, parting her thighs for a path up to her slit. “But you also have to let me shoot the scene and direct it.”
“Mmmm…” She agreed to my first requirement. I could tell that.
“Do you agree, Kylie? Should we tell Rebel to meet us at the studio tomorrow?” My fingers were pressing up against her clit, rocking slowly up and down and entering very slowly.
She let out a tiny scream, “Yes! Oh God! Yes.”
That was enough for me as I threw her back onto her bed, ripping the rest of her robe free from her naked body.