The sun peeks into the master bedroom, waking me and I realize we never shut any of the shades last night. I sit up on the edge of the bed, my back to Charlie, and try to consider what the ramifications of my actions last night will be.

When I took her in my arms I was so mad that she thought she was anything but gorgeous. She's always been beautiful, even when she was eighteen, a newly graduated high school student that I should have never thought about as anything other than a little sister.

But when I was telling her all my forbidden fantasies, something took over and I had to kiss her. If only one time. Naively, I thought it would work her out of my psyche.

Pfft. She worked me like a sex slave last night and she’s still infecting me like a virus that hasn’t run its course. What started in the spare bedroom, moved to the kitchen while I fixed her an omelet. Who knew watching her slide the eggs off her fork would turn me on? Then we decided to take a dip in the hot tub since it was fixed and all. It wasn't in the plans to prop her on the edge and taste her once more but I couldn’t resist. Turns out that white bikini is pretty much see through when it’s wet. That blow job I denied earlier, happened at three in the morning while watching Fight Club after I asked Charlie what type of guy she liked—Brad Pitt or Edward Norton? Her response was to wrap her lips around my cock.

Good answer.

After she fell asleep on the couch and I carried her up to the master bedroom. Again, I told myself I shouldn't stay, but she pulled me in for a kiss and that was the end of that.

I stand up, needing to use the john, but as I round the edge of the bed to the bathroom, Charlie shifts and her left tit pops out from under the sheet.

It makes me sound like a complete cave man, but she has the best fucking rack.

Her eyes flick open and I pretend not to notice, hightailing it into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

A second later, the doorknob jiggles and then the banging starts.

“I'm pissing here.”

“Oh stop trying to use the whole asshole approach with me.” Her voice is way too close and when I glance over my shoulder I know why.

The door is now open and she's standing there. Naked.

“Privacy!” I say and she laughs.

“The privacy train left when you tore off my bikini last night. Speaking of which, I think you should try boxer briefs.” She's doing some sort of dance as she hops from one foot to the other.

While she's busy talking about my undergarments, my big fella can't get a drop of urine out. My morning hard-on coupled with Charlie’s tits bouncing around is not conducive to certain bodily functions.

“Can we continue this conversation when I'm done?”

She smiles, her two hands holding her pussy as she continues to hop around the bathroom. “I'm about to push you out of the way.”

“There are four other bathrooms in this place. Use one of those.”

She sits on the edge of the whirlpool tub, crossing her legs and squirming. “What fun is that? Come on, hurry.”

Knowing this is Charlie and obviously a lost cause, I turn away from the toilet and walk out of the room. The door shuts behind me.

Two minutes later it opens and Charlie is drying her hands on a towel.

“So, let me get this right, you get privacy but I don't?”

I leave the bedroom in search of my clothes downstairs.

“Well, I can't have you daydreaming about me peeing.”

“But you can daydream about me peeing?”

She shrugs, her feet padding down the stairs behind me. “So, where's Syd?”

“She's at her grandparents.” I pull up my jeans and search for my T-shirt only to look up and notice it on Charlie. I hold my hands out and she dodges my advance into the kitchen.

“Let me make you breakfast as a thank you for the multiple orgasms you bestowed upon me last night.” She opens up the cabinet doors, finding a loaf of bread. My welcome package to the cabin always includes all the ingredients for a hearty breakfast. “Not sure why I thought these would be stocked. No one lives here.”

I chuckle, watching her bottom lip droop.

“Maybe because of that omelet I made you last night.”

She smiles. “That was a great omelet.”

“Just the omelet?” I ask, my arms crossing over my chest.

“Who's looking for compliments now?” She slides up onto the counter, her legs parted enough for me to see she's still sans panties.

The small patch of hair teasing me.

“Shut your legs,” I say, walking to the fridge.

I take out the bacon and then slide under her legs to grab the flatiron pan.

“Why? You don’t like the view?” She cocks a brow, knowing damn well that it’s a million dollar view.

She spreads her silky smooth legs further apart and like a Pavlov response, my cock is instantly straining the confines of my pants.

I take her knees in each of my hands and shut them. “Give me my T-shirt and go get dressed. I'll make us some BLT's since it's already eleven.”

“I like this shirt. I think it fits me nicely.”

I have to admit that some part of me enjoys seeing her wearing my shirt. As if it means she belongs to me or something. But we both know that isn’t in the cards for us. Time to set things back to rights.

As I study her she rolls up the sleeves of my way-too-big-for-her T-shirt revealing a little more of her rockin' body.

“I can't lie, last night was nice. But it needs to be a one and done.” I walk toward the fridge and she swings her legs out, locking me between them.

Now, if I really wanted to fight this, I have the strength to do so, but God her pussy is like a siren’s call…once it has you, you're over and done with.

“So that's a no?” she asks, linking her ankles behind my back.

“We can't.” My hands land on her legs.

“Fine. I don't beg a man to want me.” She grabs the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up over her head, revealing her perky tits and hard nipples. Then her ankles unhook from behind my back and she's jumping down, squeezing in between me and the counter before I can think a coherent thought.

Because I grab her wrist. Which if I was thinking, I wouldn’t do.

And I swing her back my way, into my arms, allowing her breasts to crash against my bare chest.

“Fuck, I love feeling you pressed up against me.”

She smiles. “I thought we weren’t doing this anymore?” She's a good seductress because she arches her back just enough to show what I'm missing.

“We're asking for disaster,” I say.

“I find it funny that you actually thought you could be one and done with me. Shame on you, Garrett Shaw.”

I chuckle, my hands sliding down her back until the flesh of her ass is in my hands.

“That was the deal.”

I haven’t missed that she's yet to touch me. God, she's stubborn and hard-headed. She'll make me chase her for sure.

“Okay, then. One and done?” she asks.

I'll never admit to the stabbing sensation in my heart from her words. “Yeah.”

She steps out of my arms, her ass falling out of my hand. “The master has spoken.”

I stand in the kitchen watching her as she rounds the first step on the stairs, but the cabin door swings open and I might actually run out the back door. There's no possible way it's him.

* * *

“Shaw?” Vance’s eyes narrow but his smile widens.

Charlie freezes on the first step and Vance, her brother, only has to take five more steps before he’ll see his naked sister standing on the stairway.

“Vance? What are you doing here?” I ask.

He looks at the number on the cabin door. “Why are you here? I thought this was Charlie's cabin for the weekend?”

Vance's wavy dark hair is styled, he's wearing some sort of shorts that look like you'd have to take them to a dry cleaner and a button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up. Man, Los Angeles might as well be a different country.

“The hot tub went out. I had to fix it,” I say, feeling like a complete douche.

“And you do that shirtless?”

I eye Charlie again as she's tiptoeing up the steps.

Vance approaches and I take a deep breath for the wrath that's about to come down on us.

Charlie moves her burglar creep to an Olympic sprint and Vance rounds the corner right as she quietly shuts the door.

“Cut the shit, Shaw.”

“How did you know she was here?”

Yes, I'm deflecting. Give me a break. Even though this guy in front of me looks like he'd pay me to not be a problem. The guy who used to solve problems with his fists has been replaced by a yuppie.

“What does it matter? Why are you in her kitchen with your shirt off?”

“Because he got it wet.” Charlie comes out of the bedroom, fully dressed in yoga pants and a sweatshirt.

Vance turns toward his sister, a look of relief on his face.

“There you are.” He laughs. Like bent over from the waist, holding his stomach, laughing. “For a minute I thought the Climax Cove gossip circle was hiding something.”

“Please.” Charlie walks down the stairs and hugs her brother while smirking over his shoulder. “You think if Garrett and I were hooking up anyone could keep that a secret?”

She eyes my T-shirt on the ground and I quickly snatch it from the floor, balling it up in my fist.

“I'll let the two of you catch up.” I don't wait for an answer, but instead head out to the deck, pretending to grab my T-shirt from the railing, like it had been hanging to dry the whole time, I put it on.

The screen door opens and out walks Vance.

“Hey, friend.” He puts out his hand in front of me. “Didn't mean to accuse you there.”

Why, I just screwed your sister six ways to sideways last night and my dick is aching for her again?

I shake his hand and the first thing I realize is his callused hands are now smooth like Sydney's skin when she was a baby.

“I think you need to go climb some trees and axe some lumber. Man-up those hands.”

He laughs.

“I'm an executive now. The most labor-intensive work I do is snap my fingers for a coffee.” His eyes that look so much like his sister’s milk chocolate ones, don't match the perma-smile plastered to his face. I can't help but think something is amiss, but who am I to say?

“What brings you back to Climax Cove?” I appraise his silver fancy watch, his clean-shaven face, his manicured nails. He hasn't returned in five years, why now?

“Thought it was time to visit the family.” He shrugs.

“Someone sick?”

Charlie walks out of the cabin with three beers lodged between her fingers, showcasing her bartending skills.

After she hands them out, she places hers on the railing and pulls her sweater a little tighter.

Vance laughs. “No. Does someone need to be dying for me to visit?”

“Did Mom faint when she saw you?” Charlie intercedes and I choke down a laugh.

Vance's gaze shoots to me and his lips turn down, his cocky smile fading.

“No, she hugged me and told me I was her favorite child,” Vance throws back. I forgot how well these two spar back and forth. They could compete in one of those stupid reality shows that are all over the fucking television these days.

“I'm fairly sure I'm the favorite.” Charlie rolls her eyes and the two of them laugh.

“Nah, Garrett's probably still her favorite.” Vance nods to me.

I forgot how much their mom loved me. Took care of me during those dark days and how did I repay her? I screwed her daughter.

“Well, I better get going. Sydney's waiting.” I take the beer with me through the screen door.

“How is Sydney?” Vance follows behind me as I empty half my beer in the sink.

“She's twelve,” Charlie informs him and Vance scoffs.

“Seriously? I have been gone a long time.”

“Yeah, you have,” Charlie says while eyeing me from behind her brother's back. “I still want to know why you picked now to come home?”

Vance runs his hand through his hair. “Just needed a break.”

“Well, it's good to see you, buddy.” I put my hand out. “We'll catch up soon.”

Vance shakes my hand and then pulls me into a hug. “Sorry I thought you were nailing my sister. I saw red for a moment.”

I nod, hating that I'm keeping a secret from him.

“I wouldn’t blame you one bit.” What the hell else can I say?

I walk out of the cabin a different man than I was when I showed up last night. A man who’s gotten his first hit of a potent drug for free, but knows that anything more will cost him.