Chapter 3

Crystal

I look out the car window as we travel down the highway. Dylan's past out next to me. His chest is slowly rising and falling. I look over at his beautiful face. George is softly singing along to some oldie rock station, and mother is sleeping with her headphones. It is a few hours drive to my grandmothers.

A few hours of being physically close to Dylan.

My stomach flips when I think about last night, and seeing him in the doorway, his dark eyes focused on me, his mouth slightly open, and his dick out and looking toward the ceiling. I couldn't believe he was touching himself, but the fact that it was to me. My pussy tingles slightly. I bite my lip - and then in the kitchen. My breasts ache for his hand again. I wish he would have just bent me over and taken me. There's no way I will ever initiate anything with him. I could hardly sleep last night; I was so turned on, just thinking about him being inside of me. I can't believe this is happening. I should end it though. It's not right. I spread the white blanket I brought for the car ride onto my lap. My stepdad likes to blast the AC when he drives, making it almost unbearable for anyone who doesn't want to pretend that they are in Antarctica.

Dylan's eyes slowly creep open, wakened by my movement. He slowly pulls some of the blankets over his lap; I don't mind. I want to be close to him. I can feel his body heat stirring with mine. I'm not sure what is happening between us, but I know I want it; I'm just not sure if it is what we should do. We have already talked. I don't even know that much about.

He senses me looking at him. The hand he has under the blanket moves slowly and cautiously. It falls on my upper, inner thigh. My body tightens. He is so close to my pussy. I bite my lip. Is he sleeping? He still has his eyes closed. I feel his finger tap lightly on my skin. My legs open and his fingers creep under the skirt of my black dress like a small spider making its way to its prey. He finds my clit and gently begins to touch, moving slowly in a circle. It only takes seconds until I am wet. His fingers move down into me, sliding slowly, so you cannot see the motion under the blanket. I chew on my cheek and close my eyes. I want to scream out loud. I cannot believe he is fingering me in the car with both of our parents present there. But he doesn't seem to care. He sits up a little more, his eyes open and he stares at me with a wicked grin. He wants to watch me suffer under his touch. He continues moving in and out, and I stifle my moans in my throat. The fact he is only teasing me makes me even hornier. I feel completely alive, and my clit is surging. He slides three fingers inside of me. I almost buckle forward in the seat, but I stay stiff as a board, internalizing every touch. I imagine it's his hard cock thrusting deeper inside of me. My hand grips his tightly, moving it faster and faster. I twist and lean onto him, feeling his body against mine, his fingers inside of me. I cum quickly, pleasure cascades from his fingers and oozes throughout me. I bury my face in his shoulder, holding in every cry in case our parent's notice. My clit throbs, but he doesn't stop. I lean back and make myself more comfortable. I take a few deep breaths, but he keeps his hand on my pussy. Now, he just strokes the slit, never letting me have a moment to calm down until the car approaches my grandparent's driveway.

George pulls the car in.

"We're here, finally," he says. Dylan's hand slowly retracts itself from inside of me. He smiles at and pretends to wake up out of some daze.

"Well, that went quick," he says, giving me a wink. I feel completely light headed. My body wants his more than anything. I don't want Thanksgiving; I want my step brother. My mom sits up in her seat, shaking off her sleep.

"I was out like a light," she laughs, adjusting her navy blue dress and pea coat. She looks back at Dylan and me with a smile. Dylan opens the car door and heads into the house without me, as if he hadn't just spent the last two hours with his fingers inside of me. I get out of the car, stretching my legs, but they feel wobbly and weak not from the ride but from Dylan. My mom wraps her arm around me as we walk into Dylan's grandparents.

George opens the front door, and we are bombarded with extended family members. My stepbrother is already conversing with people on the other side of the room. I can't keep my eyes off him though.

I try my best to mingle with his cousins and family, but I am so turned on, nothing is working. It's almost painful to sit without wanting to touch myself. He seems completely unfazed though. His grandmother stands at the head of the room and announces that its time to eat.

We make our way to the dining room table. Everything is spread out as it came straight from a holiday catalog. All sorts of food are laid out, but the food is not what I am hungry for. I sit across from Dylan, but he hardly looks at me. Everyone in the family is so excited to see him; they don't stop asking him questions like he is their long lost child. I can't help but feel a tinge of jealousy, which I know is super ridiculous, but I wish he would just give me all of his attention. His blue eyes sparkle as he talks to everyone. I see he has a few tattoos, peeking out underneath the collar of the sweater he has on.

"How's Jessica?" I hear his grandmother ask. My stomach drops. Jessica? He looks at me for a split second and then shakes his head.

"She's fine, grandma."

"Why didn't she come with you?"

I feel like my throat is turning dry. I feel my horny self, transform into a slightly angry self. Is he just toying with me? I can't expect myself for him to treat me like his girlfriend. I mean he hardly knows me. I feel stupid. Of course, he has a girlfriend; he probably has hundreds for all I know.

My mother turns and looks at me.

"Is everything okay?" she asks softly in my ear. Dylan's eyes flicker into my general direction. There is no way for me to answer my mom truthfully.

"Just tired," I say weakly back. She rubs my hand in a motherly way and smiles.

"Want some coffee?" she asks.

"I can get it," I say, getting up fast and heading to the kitchen, but I don't go the kitchen. I find myself in the bathroom, staring at my reflection, trying to tell myself whatever I am feeling is completely irrational and stupid. I remind myself that guy out there is my fucking stepbrother.

Just then, the bathroom door opens slightly.

"Crystal?" a voice says gently. I stop and quickly wipe my eyes. The door opens, and Dylan stands there. His face shifts and his eyebrows furrow.

"Are you crying?" he asks, almost half smiling.

"No! It's just - my allergies." I feel absolutely ridiculous.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend," I say sharply. As if it is my business to know these things.

"I didn't know either," he says calmly shutting the door.

"What?" I ask, through a little gasp of air.

"Jessica is my ex from my freshman year of college," he laughs. "Does it actually bother you?" I chew on my cheek. Why is he laughing at me?

"Yeah...I guess...I mean - I don't know what is happening here, between us, and I feel a little crazy for acting like this." His large hands slowly caress my face. His deep blue eyes stare into me. He smells like smoke, and I breathe it all in.

"It is a bit crazy, isn't it?"

I nod slowly. He holds his mouth inches from mine.

"What are you trying to do?" I ask.

"You mean right?" he asks, tilting his head. "I want to make you feel good." In one, smooth motion, he lifts me up by the hips and drops me on the marble bathroom counter. Without giving me any time to think, his tongue dives deep into my mouth as he kisses me. His lips are soft, and his stubble gently brushes on my skin. Warmth spreads through my body. His hands trail down my back to my ass, where he grabs hard.

"I want you, Crystal," he growls in my ear. I kiss him back in response. He grabs both of my legs and rips them open, pressing his hips into mine, grinding hard. I can feel his cock under his jeans, erect and ready for me. He pushes my dress up and pulls my underwear down.

His tongue finds it's away on my dripping wet pussy, sliding up and down along my slit. My head tilts back, and I let out a moan. He moves his head faster, flicking my clit with tongue over and over. My body surges and I can feel the pressure building inside.

"Fuck," I groan, "that feels so good."

His fingers find their way inside of me, as his tongue continues to entertain my clit. My legs wrap around his face. I don't know how much more I can handle. I have been on edge ever since last night, and this is almost too much. A cry escapes my throat, but his hand lands over my mouth, cupping it hard. Dylan holds my mouth down but being controlled and dominated only turns me on more. He stands up, and his mouth finds mine. I taste myself on him. His fingers continue to nail me, as his thumb rubs my clit. My legs shake and shudder. He kisses me deep. Our mouths move together.

"Fuck me, Dylan," I beg him breathily between each kiss. "Please, I want it."

His hands fumble for his belt. My heart quickens, I can't believe that I am about to fuck him.

A knock comes to the door. I freeze. Dylan calmly zips his pants up. His hands pull my skirt down, and he pulls me down to the toilet.

"Is everything okay in there?" George asks on the other side. I almost throw up I am so nervous, but Dylan looks at me. He doesn't seem phased at all.

"Crystal isn't feeling too well," he says, giving me one last look over and then opening the door. I can't believe how he just changed the situation so fast. My stepfather stands in the doorway, peeking his head in. He sees my looking flushed and disheveled sitting next to the toilet. My hair all messed up, my lips swollen. I am sure I look very messed up, but not because I am, but because my stepbrother was sucking on my pussy. George looks at me concerned.

"You alright, Crystal."

I nod slowly, still very out of it.

"Just...my stomach," I say, slowly. My voice is a little raspy.

"Okay. I'll get your mom."

I nod and look at Dylan. He smiles at me.

"Let me get you a glass of water," he says with a smirk. I sit on the bathroom floor. Dylan slides out and heads into the kitchen. My heart finally starts to calm down. Martha and George appear in the doorway. My mom rushes in and rests her hand on my forehead.

"Are you okay, honey?" she asks.

"I'm fine, just feeling a little under the weather."

I mean, I'm not really fine. I was hooking up with my stepbrother ten seconds ago begging for him to fuck me. I'm not really sure how normal or fine that is.

"I knew something was up," she says, pursing her lips.

Dylan walks in and hands me a glass of water. His grandmother peers in.

"Are you alright, Crystal honey?"

I nod, drinking the water. My eyes land on Dylan's dark gaze and that goddamn smirk. We have a secret, a filthy and dark secret.

"I think we will probably head home," George says.

"It is getting late," my mom adds on, helping me up. "Thank you, Dylan, for checking on her."

"Of course, mom," he says softly.

He follows behind me out to the car. His hand grabs my ass as I go through the door. I whip around. That was too out in the open.

"Everything okay, Crystal?" he asks. I chew on my bottom lip.

"Yup," I say slowly, as I get into the car.