Chapter 5

Crystal

 

My fingers crawl across the cold sheet, searching for Dylan, but he must have left my bed last night before anyone got up. I open my eyes and stare at the empty spot in the bed. He was here with me, last night, and oh my god. I giggle out loud. Last night was absolutely incredible. No one has ever made me feel like that before. My pussy is slightly sore. I have never been with a guy that well-endowed before. It is going to take a few times before I can get used to it. I don't mind though.

I sit up in the bed. I have to go back to school though. It's not like we will be able to have a relationship or anything like that. There is no way I can ever come out and openly say that I am dating my stepbrother. God, this is so damn fucked. But he is so hot and sweet, my emotional brain shouts over the logical side. I get butterflies just thinking about his face and how his square jaw clenches with each thrust, the sweat running down his chiseled chest, the veins in his arm popping as he fingers me. He is perfect.

I know I need to get up and start my day. I don't want to get back to school too late. But I wish that Dylan would come back in here and eat me out all day. That's not happening though. I sigh. I really don't want to get out of bed. Any other time, I was waking my mom up anxious to return to studying, but now I have something else I want to spend all my time on. I begrudgingly stand up and get dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I don't even bother putting on makeup. I feel like mourning since I know I may not see Dylan for years to come. Him being home is such a rare thing, I doubt he will want to change his life just for me. No matter what he says, guys like Dylan aren't really interested in me. I'm just a natural lay, that's all.

My mom sits at the breakfast counter. She made us eggs and bacon and has a plate sitting next to her for me. Oh, my god. Did she hear us last night? I panic internally. I tried my best to be quiet, but Dylan's cock felt unreal.

"Good morning," she says overly cheerful. Whew, everything seems normal. Of course, I'm not sure how exactly she would handle the situation. I hope I never have to find out because I doubt it will ever be good. I take a seat next to her and begin to eat. My mom studies me for a minute.

"What time do you think you'll be ready to leave?" I ask, taking a bite out of the bacon. She smiles.

"Actually, it turns out Dylan was planning on visiting some of his buddies up at HU and has offered to drive you."

The news makes me want to hug my mom. He isn't completely done with me.

"Oh, really?" I try to play it cool though, focusing more on my breakfast than the idea of Dylan.

"Yeah. It's very nice of him. I was pleasantly surprised. You two seem to be getting along well."

"Is that okay?" I ask her, trying to feel out the potential of our relationship turning into something with our parents knowing.

"I mean. Yes! Of course, it is. Dylan has always come across as standoffish to me, but I am glad that he likes you."

"He's cool," I say casually. I really want to tell her that he is so amazing and beautiful and that I think I could be in love with my stepbrother.

"Good. I'm glad you two like each other."

"Me too," I say.

"I mean. If you don't want to ride up with him, you know that I will drive you. I know it’s a long drive."

"No, mom. It'll be fun. You spend the day with George. You need the day off to start getting ready for Christmas."

"Okay, hon," she leans over and kisses my forehead.

I know that I should feel guilty for my relationship with Dylan, but I don't. I almost feel like I am in high school again, sneaking around with boys trying not to get caught screwing around.

 

Outside, Dylan leans against the hood of his car. A cigarette hangs between his lips. His duffle bag is slung across his chest. He must have just come back from the gym because he is still wearing his sweatpants and hoodie, which I think looks amazingly hot.

"Hey, Crystal," he says with a wink, flicking the cigarette out of his mouth onto the driveway. I hadn't seen him since last night. I want to tackle him, but I don't. "Ready, to go back to school?" he asks. He is so perfect.

"Yeah," I say. He walks up and picks up my suitcase, putting it in the car for me. George and Martha come out, and each gives me a long hug.

"Thanks for coming out, kiddo," George says.

"Love you, guys," I smile and hurry into the car.

Dylan waves.

"Bye, Martha. See you soon, pops."

"You take care of your little sister," his father says.

"You know I will."

The way he says it makes my pussy stir awake. He slides into the driver seat and shuts the car door. I can see his bulge through the sweatpants. His eyes meet mine.

"How's my baby girl doing?"

"She's good," I say, biting my lip.

"That's what I like to hear."

The sports car engine roars. He pushes his sweatshirt sleeves up, showing his toned forearms covered in tattoos. We pull out of the driveway.

"Are you really visiting friends?" I ask him, raising my eyebrow.

"Yeah, I am." He smiles, glancing over at me.

"Okay," I lean my head against the window and close my eyes. "I'm tired."

"Someone kept you up last night?" he asks, reaching a hand and grabbing my upper thigh.

"Someone did keep me up at night."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I liked it a lot," I say.

"I know, that is why I'm sorry. I'm sorry that it felt so good, you couldn't get enough," he grins. He's fucking with me.

"You were the one that wanted it," I say firmly.

"Oh, come on. You've been practically begging me for it." His eyes flash at mine in the rearview mirror. There's an evil glint to them. "You couldn't get enough in the car ride to my grandma's."

"You were the one jerking off in the bathroom doorway," I snap back. He is almost laughing.

"It turned you on. Admit that you love your step brother's cock."

"That was torture."

"What was?"

"The car ride to Thanksgiving. And you knew it was too."

"I like watching you suffer," he says biting his lip.

"You're sick," I say again.

"So are you." It's true. I am just as bad as he is. We both are fucking family members. I stare at him. I can see the bulge in his pants has grown a lot, since the start of the car ride. I feel my mouth begin to water. I grin down to myself and unbuckle my seat belt.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

I lean over the middle console and pull his pants down quick, just enough so his boxers appear. The sweats slid off easily. I unbutton his underwear and pull his cock out with my hand gently tugging it up and down.

"Jesus," he breathes deeply.

I lean up, pushing my breast against his arm. My mouth kisses his ear, and my teeth pull on his lobe. He clenches his jaw. His hand crawls between my legs and begins to rub over my jeans. But as soon as my mouth, grips around his long shaft, his hand stops moving and grip the steering wheel.

"Oh, fuck me," he grunts. My tongue swirls around his cock eagerly. My saliva runs down, slicking his huge piece. I know people driving by can see my ass in the air as I suck on my stepbrother, but I don't care. Let them watch. They don't know who we are. The idea of people seeing as exhilarates me more. My head bobs up and down faster, taking every inch down my throat, sliding along my wet tongue. His hand lands on my head, forcing me down on him, holding me there. I am about to gag, he is so big, but I don't. I accept him.

"Oh, god, Crystal," he continues. The car swerves slightly. I love being in control of him and us. He tilts his head back. I can feel the pulsing in his cock and his vein along my tongue. My hand moves the tip of his dick along my lips like its lipstick. My pussy is yearning for his touch, but yet, being ignored only makes it wetter, like I am Dylan's toy there just to please him.

"I'm going to cum," he gasps. So, I slow my mouth down, steadily just rocking back and forth. Taking my time as my lips travel from the base up to the head. I want him to torture him the way he did to me. His hand tries to control me, and make me go faster, but I fight it, keeping my slow pace. He starts rocking his hips up, trying to force his cock deep down my throat, but I pull up, so he doesn't get it in and farther. He is getting frustrated now.

His hand lands hard on my neck, and his hips begin to thrust fast. He holds me down, so I can’t fight it any longer.

"Take it like a good little sister" he moans out load. His cock is jumping up and down in my mouth. I almost choke, when his load spills inside of my mouth right down my throat. I feel it pulse between my lips. Dylan groans in ecstasy. His voice is deep and breathy. My mouth sucks on him gently now. He whimpers, keeping his hand on my head until I have cleaned up every last drop. I lift my head up and take a deep breath.

"Holy fuck," he says, pulling his pants back up.

"What?" I say casually, wiping my mouth with my hand. He smiles and looks at me. We hold each other's gaze.

"Did you almost get in an accident?" I ask.

"Not even close."

"Then I guess I wasn't trying hard enough."

I lean back and close my eyes. His hand inches across to my leg to my soaking wet pussy. I look at him; he is smiling.

"I'm going to have to take care of this later."

 

***

 

I open the door to my dorm room. Dylan walks around inside the small area, looking at the loft bed.

"So this is where you stay?" he asks.

"Yeah," I sigh. I open the bathroom door that connects my room to Andrea's. "And through is my roommate's room. Not too much to see."

He leans back on the futon, stretching his legs out in front of him. He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head back.

"What are your plans?" I ask him.

He shrugs.

"I have a buddy whose here getting his Masters. I might hit him up."

I wish we could just stay snuggled up in my room together. The weather took a turn for the worse, and cold rain is beating against the roof and windows. I sit down on the futon next to him.

"I wish you would stay," I sigh.

He leans over and kisses me. His mouth feels so warm.

"Do you want me too?"

"I mean - yeah...I do have some studying to take care of though..."

His finger inches between my legs.

"What class is it for?" he asks. My eyes focus on his hand.

"Anatomy."

He smiles.

"How about we study your anatomy?"

I giggle at his move.

"Seriously," I say with a smirk.

"What?" he laughs. He kisses me again and gives in. I am still all heated up from the car ride here, so it doesn't take much. He lays me down on the futon underneath him. I can feel his hard cock pushing against my inner thigh through his sweatpants.

He doesn't take his time, and he yanks my pants down, exposing my bare body. His arms scoop under my thighs, and he gently pulls my legs apart.

His mouth hovers over my slit, and the heat of his breath lingers over me. He kisses on either side of my mound, driving me wild. I just want him to go to town. Then he starts to lick either side of me slowly, tracing his tongue along my pussy lips. Finally, Dylan gives my clit the attention that it so desires. He gently sucks the soft skin, sliding his mouth along its entirety. I feel relief. I whimper and the muscles in my core contract to the sensation. Dylan works my nerve-filled nub with his tongue, drawing deep moans out of me. I feel my blood pumping down to between my legs, spreading intense sensation throughout me.

"Oh, god," I breathe slowly, as he continues to eat my pussy like it’s dessert, lapping at my fluids fervently. His mouth moves faster. The pressure building in my clit is a roller coaster about to drop down the first hill. My hands dig into his thick hair, pushing his face down harder. I squirm underneath his power. My legs thrashing and my hips turning, but he keeps his mouth on that tender, sweet spot, working it with skill and pushing me deeper, closer to an explosion. And when I think I can't take it anymore, the pleasure releases and I am consumed by it.

"Oh! Fuck. Uh, uh," my throat chokes out as I cum.

His mouth stays there until my legs fall limp, and the pleasure dissipates like waves through my skin.

Dylan lifts his head up, His mouth and stubble glistening from me.

"Hey," he smiles.

"Hi," I say weakly. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. After a few seconds, he returns and lies behind me on the couch. His strong muscular arms wrap around the small of my waste.

"You are so hot when you cum," he says.

"I feel like I look a little crazy."

"Yeah. Like crazy hot."

I laugh and scoot closer to him.

"So, are you going to leave now?" I ask. The idea tastes sour in my mouth when I say it. I think I might try to throw a fit if he leaves me. I don't know why. He nods slowly.

"Probably should."

"You could stay," I say.

"And hide from the roommate?" Dylan asks. I turn to face him then. His eyes have a look of concern. I chew on my bottom lip. I guess I really didn't think about Andrea. Of course, she knows who Dylan is. I wouldn't shut up about him during the beginning of the semester, and she would tease me about wanting to fuck my brother. Suddenly, I feel like I have been ripped from the happy world that Dylan and I have cushioned ourselves in here in the dorm room. There is no way this can ever be anything more than a secret hook up. That's probably why he drove me here so that we could spend a few more minutes together. God, I am so stupid. How could I have let this get so out of hand? I stare at this beautiful face.

"What do we do?" I ask.

He sighs, his breath washes over my face, and his hand lands softly on my cheek.

"I'm not sure."

"It'll only get worse if we keep going," I speak slowly. I don't want to talk about reality and the relationship.

"Probably."

"So, we should cool it off?"

I want him to say no and to fuck me again and again. Even when Andrea comes, I don't want him to stop. But that is not what happens. He holds me for a moment a longer.

Probably is all he responds with again, and I almost hate him for it. He sits up and rubs his face.

"It's fucked, Crystal."

I lay there, feeling dead inside.

"It’s been a really hot and heavy couple of days."

"Yeah," I say again, chewing on my bottom lip. At least, he sounds as defeated as me.

"I wish more than anything you weren't my step sister."

"I know."

He hand rests on my leg. He plays with the strings hanging off of my pants.

"Are you mad at me?" he asks. Suddenly, he doesn't seem so tough. He is letting his guard down. He must really trust me.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Just the situation."

He stands up now. The place where he was sitting next to me, already feels cold and empty. I wish I could hit rewind to bring him back.

"So are we like over?" I ask. He stares at me.

"I don't know, Crystal. I don't want it to be, but I don't see how this will be able to go anywhere." Dylan leans down and kisses my forehead. His lips stay there for a long moment.

"I think I might cry," I say, my voice already breaking.

"Don't. I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes, you are." I'm fighting the tears now.

"Come on, Crystal. It will be alright."

I hold my breath.

"I'll see you soon," he says, as he slides his shoes back and begins to open the door. I feel like I am going crazy or numb. I'm not sure, but none of this is what I ever wanted.

"Bye, Dylan."

He shuts the door, and it locks with a click. I lay on the futon staring at the ceiling. My hands cover my face, as warm salty tears seep out of the corners of my eyes. I don't cry hard. I'm just upset and defeated. I hear Andrea's dorm door open. I freeze and quickly brush my eyes. She swings the door open.

"Yo!" she shouts. "Who the fuck was that hottie? I totally saw him leave the room!"

"Just a friend," is all I can muster out. Her mouth drops.

"A friend?" Her eyes narrow. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah!" I lie.

"Your eyes are red as fuck."

“Just uh -," I look in the mirror. "Allergies from being at my step dad's. He has a cat." Another lie I tell her.

"Do you want some meds?"

I shake my head no.

"It'll clear up in a little bit. I literally just got back."

"Alright, well, when they clear up, please fill me on that ‘just friend.’" She smiles, shutting the door that joins our room and bathroom. I stay sitting on the futon. So she didn't recognize Dylan? I guess that's good, or else we would be having a much more awkward conversation. I am going to try and avoid talking about him. It’s the last thing that I want to do.

I sit in my dorm. The rain finally starts to let up. Biology texts books are scattered around me on the floor open. My laptop light is the only one glowing. The days are so short now that winter is right around the corner. I can't study. Every time I try and read a text book my brain switches to Dylan. I start to think about his tan skin, his perfect white teeth, every inch of me misses him. I lay my head down on the ground and take a deep breath. How did all of this happen? I don't think there is anyone else in the world I would rather be with than him. We just have some weird connection.

A knock comes on my door.

"Heyyy," Andrea's voice draws out. She doesn't wait for my response before opening the door.

"What are you doing in the dark like some vampire."

"Nothing," I say quickly. She nods.

"Okay...anyway, I'm going out with some guys tonight. Do you want to come?"

I don't want to, but there's a piece of me nagging to get out of this room. I could use a drink; that's for sure.

"Yeah!"

"Yeah?" her face lights up, and she claps her hands together. "Okay, bitch, hurry up then and get ready we are leaving in forty minutes."

She starts to rampage my closet and throwing clothes at me. They hit me in the face and fall on top of my books.

"This is going to be so much fun," she says buried in my closet. She spins around fast holding an old black dress. "Wear this with those boots."

"Okay," I say standing up and taking the dress. I know not to argue with Andrea's fashion sense. She was a design major before switching to med. I slip on the dress and do my make-up.

Andrea bursts into the room holding a fifth of vodka.

"Time for shots!" she squeals shaking the Smirnoff. She fills the shot glasses so that they overflow.

"Oh, boy," I laugh taking the shot with her. My face puckers at the burning on my tongue.

"You look amazing," she says, spinning me around. I did feel better now that I was all dressed up, even if Dylan isn't here to see me. The two guys come up the stairs and into our rooms. They are cute, not hot like Dylan, but the one named Tony has blue eyes that remind me of my step brother. He seems nice enough, but he doesn't have tan skin or the same tattoos snaking up his arms. Tony isn't nearly in as great of shape, not that it's all that matters. But the biggest difference between Tony and Dylan is that Tony is not my step bother, which means he is not off limits. Tony is a year older than me, but he has two more years left since he switched his major from marketing to accounting.

Our cab arrives outside of the dorm, and the four of us make our way down. I hardly speak to the other guy, because he and Andrea start to make out as soon as we get in, in the back seat. Tony and I look at one another sheepishly, listening to the sounds of our friends suck each other's faces off. I wonder if Dylan and I are that loud.

"They seem to like each other," Tony says, with a slightly crooked smile. I find it endearing.

"Lots of guys like Andrea," I say back. He smiles.

"I'm surprised they all aren't after you." He rests his hand on my leg. Usually, I would move it away fast, but I don't this time. I am starting to feel a good buzz, and in some way it makes me feel like I am defying Dylan. I am an idiot for caring or trying to punish him. It's not like he didn't do anything wrong. I just want to know that he really wants me. Tony reaches into his coat pocket, holding out a fifth of vodka. He raises his eyebrows. He hands it to me. I feel bad, and I like it. I take the swig with my head turned away toward the back so the driver can't see me. I giggle and hand the bottle back to him.

We make it to the bar. The bright lights flash on and off, sending neon lights across our faces. I am slightly tipsy after the second shot we took in the cab ride. Andrea grabs my wrist and yanks me to the bar. The bartender looks at us and asks for IDs. We promptly pull them out and show them.

"So," Andrea starts. "You and Tony seem to be hitting off."

"You think so?" I say slightly apprehensive.

"Oh my gosh, look at him. He's dying to fuck you. She turns toward the bartender. "Two shots of patron, please."

"You aren't serious...are you?" I ask.

"What?" She tries to play it off innocently. "When was the last time you actually went out with me? Seriously? It has been like three years."

The golden shots appear on the counter with two limes sticking out of them and bright white rim of salt.

"Fuck it," I say taking the shot and slamming it down my throat.

"That's my girl!" she shouts.

We make our way to the guys who stand sucking on some beer that they had ordered. Andrea begins grinding on her guy right away. I take some time, being slightly awkward at first, but then the tequila begins to settle. It hits me hard, way more potent then I can ever recall. I back into Tony as the music blares, surrounded by other sweaty drunk bodies. My ass glides against his cock, rocking back and forth. I can feel he is hard under his pants.

His hands start at my hips but become more comfortable. They trail up my waist and to my breasts. I roll my head back over his shoulder. I want to tell him to stop, but my tongue feels thick. The world seems to move around me. My vision begins to warp, and I think I see Dylan standing across from me, staring at me, but then the figure fades into someone else blurry and distant.

The next thing I know, I am in the back bathroom stall. How did I get in here? The scent of urine in the one toilet room fills my noise. I can tell my dress is pushed up and my ass is exposed. I force my eyes open. God, this is difficult. My thoughts seem to move slow; seconds pass before I can think the next idea. I feel hands on me. Hard, hungry hands grab my bare ass rough. They move to my breasts and pull on my dress, ripping it down. I try to say stop, but I can't. I am on my knees down, tipping forward. A hard cock pushes against my mouth. I don't open. The hands again. They squeeze my lips apart and a cock pries between them. His hips move fast, and his cock buries itself in my helpless mouth. I feel as though I have no control of my body. Do something! My mind is screaming at me, but my body can't react. Finally, I manage to pull my head out of the grip. The wet cock falls out of my mouth.

"Fucking bitch. take it!" the voice snaps.

Tony? I recognize the sound like it was from years ago. Suddenly, his hands yank me up and throw me over the sink.

"Stop," I mumble pathetically.

I feel the hot cock pressing onto my tender slit, but then there is a loud crash followed by a scream like a hurt animal. More sounds come out from behind me like the cracking of something soft and fragile. I try to turn around, but I just collapse. Soft, hands scoop me off the ground.

"Crystal. Jesus. Baby girl."

Tears roll out of my eyes as if they are someone’s. Dylan. My brain makes the connection then. I don't know how. Do I imagine this? I feebly reach an arm and touch his face. He holds me close to his chest.

I wake up back in my dorm on the futon. My eyes groggily open. A warm wet washcloth rests on my forehead. A plastic trash can sits on the side of my bed. My nightlight is set low. The television plays softly in the background. I try to sit up by my forehead thuds loudly, and my stomach stirs. I gag and lean forehead, but nothing comes out.

"Hey, hey. Lay back down," a voice says softly.

"Dylan?" I choke out in a raspy voice. He leans forward in a chair sitting next to the bed. Tears pool out of my eyes uncontrollably in deep sobs. His hand reaches out and strokes my cheek.

"It's okay, Crystal. It's okay. I am here with you. No one is going ever to touch you again."

"I don't know what happened."

He hands me a bottle of water, tipping it toward my lips. I cannot believe he is taking care of me and seeing me in this pathetic state.

"Don't worry about it right now."

He bends down and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes. His hand stands on mine, clutching it slightly and squeezing it now and then. I finally fall back asleep. At some point during the night, Dylan crawls into the bed next to me. I feel the weight on the bed shift. His arm rolls around me and pulls me into him. His head buries into the back of my hair. Even if tonight was awful and horrible, I sleep okay, because now I feel safe in my step brothers arm where no one can get to us. I roll over and bury my face in his hard chest. I wish we could stay like this forever, but now I know he never really did leave me. He does want me; he wants this. I snuggle in a little more, and we drift off together.

I wake to the smell of warm food. My eyes open. Dylan has cleaned up my room a bit, and on the desk, he has food sprawled out on top of it. It’s like he went and bought everything in the grocery store. There are bagels and fruit, eggs and sausages, and breakfast sandwiches. Veggies and different types of juices. I stare at the platter. His back his turned to me, but he is standing shirtless facing the buffet of food.

"Good morning," he says happily.

My eyes slam shut. The sun coming through the window is giving me the worst migraine ever. I roll onto my side.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, waking over and resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Terrible," I moan.

"Drink this." He hands me a glass of water with a white powdery substance floating in it.

"What is it?" I ask in my dry voice.

"Water with salt and sugar in it. To get your electrolytes back up."

I drink it eagerly. It tastes weird, but my body is dying of thirst and is eager for relief. It helps settle my stomach slightly. I take in the buffet.

"You didn't have to do all of this," I say with wide eyes.

"Of course I did." He spins around and starts making a plate of food.

"You threw up on my shirt last night, so I had to run to the laundry mat anyway."

"Wait - are you serious?" I cover my face with hands. It's not like I was already feeling like complete shit.

He smiles and nods.

"But it’s no biggie. I am not sure about what you like to eat, but I know junk food helps my hang over." He hands me a cheeseburger. "Try this."

"Thanks."

I take a bite out of the juicy burger. The grease and meat really help my stomach and soak up all the acid in it. I realize quickly; all the healthy food is for him. He must eat a lot to stay in such amazing shape. The eggs, fruits, and meat disappear in his mouth in a matter of seconds.

"Dylan," I start to say after I have eaten and got my strength back. Now I remember why I never want to go out with Andrea. He turns to look at me. I must look so gross. This is completely degrading.

"I am so sorry..."

His hand reaches for my cheek.

"Stop, Crystal." He says it so firmly it almost startles me. I bite the inside of my cheek.

"I don't know what happened. I must have had too much to drink or something. I can barely remember."

His gaze is locked onto me.

"I think you might have been drugged by that guy, but don't worry. I took care of him." His expression is so dark if I didn't know I think I would have been frightened.

"How did you find me?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath.

"I went out with my friends. I thought I saw going into the bar and I wanted to check in to see if you were okay."

My heart flutters slightly. He was worried about me.

"I'm glad you did," I say, taking his hand and holding. He leans in to kiss me on the mouth. I lift my head to meet his lips, but the bathroom door flies open with a whoosh. I jerk back my head and land on the pillow. A wave of nauseous comes over but then passes. I moved way too quickly. Andrea stands in the doorway. She looks pretty rough. Her face is white, and an ice pack is held on her forehead. She is also just in her underwear. My roommate glances at Dylan and then back at me. Her eyes are wide.

"Oh, fuck. I'm - uh." She must not have anticipated I would have a guy in my room. That has never happened in our two years of being roommates. Dylan looks down at his feet.

“Are you okay, Crystal?" she asks, reaching and grabbing her robe from the hook in the bathroom and wraps it around her.

"Yeah..."

Dylan and I look at one another and smile.

"What happened with you and Tony? Hi. I'm Andrea." She reaches out a hand and takes Dylan's.

"Dylan," he says calmly. I am not sure if I should tell her that this is my step-brother because I have no idea if she saw us almost kiss, before barging in.

"Hey." She pulls her hand back and tucks her hair behind her ear. I have to admire her for still trying to flirt.

"Someone completely beat the living shit out of Tony last night. He must have gotten in some fight. He had to go to the hospital because his face got so fucked. My eyes flicker at Dylan. He seems so calm listening to it all. There isn't one scratch on him. Andrea continues the story.

"Someone found him in the bathroom laying on the ground. There was blood everywhere. I tried to find you, but couldn't. Your phone was off. I panicked and thought about going to the police, but I was so fucked up. I finally got a text from you saying you were alright." That must have been Dylan. He thought of everything.

"Damn," I say. I don't know what to tell her. But I can't just leave her hanging.

"I was uh - Tony took me in the bathroom. I don't remember much, but he kind of got aggressive." Andrea's eyes widen even more. "So I uh - I left and ran into Dylan."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't find you."

She nods and looks at Dylan.

"Wait, how do you guys know each other."

"I am her step brother," Dylan answers for me with a smile. The kind of smile no matter what he says or does, would melt any girl and cause her to lose complete focus. Andrea blushes and looks away.

"I'm glad you are okay. Let's make sure to never separate again when we go out from now on."

"Okay," I say.

She walks back into her room. Dylan looks at me.

"So, do you think she saw us almost kiss?" he asks.

"Maybe," I shrug. I'm not sure if I care that much. "I know that she thinks you are like super-hot."

"Really?" he sounds genuinely surprised.

"Uh - of course, she does. You're perfect."

"Mhmm, I don't know about that." He leans in and kisses softly on the lips. I pull back my head.

"I need to take a shower," I sigh.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks.

I give him a surprised look.

"Wait, seriously?"

"Fuck yes. I've missed this body, so much." His hands land on my legs and he squeezes them.

I nuzzle close.

"It hasn't even been a day."

"Which means it’s been too long."

His thick arms scoop me up and carry me to the bathroom. He locks the door connecting to Andrea's room and then sets me down.

"How are you feeling," he asks intently. He reaches for the door handle.

"Okay," I say slowly. He turns the shower on. Water spews from the faucet and onto the floor of the tub. He pulls back the shower curtain. Steam starts to collect on the mirror, and it becomes sweltering inside the small bathroom. His hands reach down and pull off his pants, so he stands completely naked in front of me. Then he reaches under my shirt and yanks it up. I pull my pants off myself. We stand in front of each other completely bare. His cock suddenly rises from its sleep and stretches up, hard and ready.

He reaches around my hips and picks me up. My legs wrap around his torso, so I am straddling him. He walks into the shower, so the water begins to fall on my shoulders and head washing the night away. I feel his long hard cock throbbing on my stomach, pulsing. He sets me down on the shower seat like I am his little doll. Then his firm hands find my hips again. Dylan gets down on his knees and pushes my legs open.

I am not sure how much I want to have sex, but when that damned mouth of his finds its way to my tender mound, my mind is made up. I close my eyes and tilt my head back as the water rushes down over my breasts warming my body. His tongue slowly flicks my clit. Dylan pulls his head back and looks up at me.

"How do you feel now?" he asks.

"Better," I whisper back to him. "So, much better."

His face looks down on my pink lips.

"I'm so sorry someone tried to touch you last night. No one else belongs here but me."

I laugh at him, and he looks back with a smile, before kissing me on my tender spot. It feels so good to have him touch me, to want his touch as if I am taking my body back for myself. I want this. I want him, completely. His hands reach up and hold my breasts. My blood begins to race, and pleasure has wholly replaced any bad feelings left inside of me. My thighs shake and keep his head. But he suddenly stands and shuts the water off.

"What-" I begin, but before I can finish, he picks me up out of the shower. It feels so cold when we move back to my bedroom. He closes the bedroom door and lays me down on the futon gently. He climbs over me. My pussy is so hungry for him to be inside. I jerk my hips up.

"Take me," I whisper. His forearms fall on either side of my head, as his chest falls on mine. His cock pushes against my sopping wet pussy. Our bodies still wet from the shower, slip against each other, but quickly dry. With one thrust, his cock enters me. I tilt my head back and bite my tongue. It feels amazing. His engorged shaft enters me slowly. He is gentle. I rock my hips to meet him as he continues his journey into my wet softness. He groans deep in his throat, as his ass rises up and down into me. My fingers crawl into his hair and move to his back where they hold. My pussy thuds as his pubic bone rubs against my clit.

"Harder," I moan out breathily. He needs no more encouragement. His cock begins to fuck my cunt. I feel his balls beating against me as he submerges himself. I want to scream as he plows through me. He has only fucked me once before. I still am not used to his size. But he doesn't slow down. His hips thrust into me. Each hump air escapes my lungs, and I softly groan in his ear. My body and hands become desperate for him. They cling to everything they touch. I am close to cumming. I clench my jaw as my pussy contracts around him. I can feel his cock hardening even more inside of me.

"Fuck," I cry out, not caring if anyone hears me. Spasms of ecstasy unleash out of me. He buries himself deeper, pulling more and more shocks of intense pleasure out of me.

"Jesus," he growls. He quickly pulls out, spilling his warm cum out and onto my belly. The white fluid leaks out. His chest rises and falls. We stare at one another.

"You okay?"

"I feel a lot better," I say softly, resting my hand on my face. He smiles.

"Good." He goes to the bathroom and cleans me off with a towel, before he pulls the blanket over our naked bodies.

"Are you real?" I ask, warm and safe together. His hand trails down my stomach and finds my pussy, where he gently begins to touch my clit. I close my eyes.

"Does this feel real?" he asks.

I nod my head and breathe out. His head leans over and kisses my neck. But a loud ringing fills the room. I almost jump and slam my head against his.

"it's my phone," he says calmly, reaching down into his pants and glancing at the screen. "I hate to do this, but I need to answer this."

"No. Go right ahead," I say. "It just scared me."

He kisses my forehead and disappears into the bathroom. I lay on the futon still as a statue, trying to listen in, but I can't make out any of the words. He stays on the phone for a while, though. My eyelids grow heavy waiting, and I doze off. I am not sure how long I am asleep for, but when he wakes me up, he is fully dressed and standing over the bed.

"Hey, Crystal," he whispers. My eyes blink as they focus on my stepbrother.

"Hey, Dylan."

He crouches down, so we are eye level. "I really wish I could stay here with you and hang out all night, but I really have to go now. Okay?"

I nod.

"I'm going to miss you," I say.

"I know. I'm going to miss you more."

"When will I see you again?" I ask. I don't want to guilt him or anything. He might have saved my life last night.

"I'm not sure." His head rests on my forehead, and he brushes my hair back. "Please, just promise that you will be safe."

"I will. I promise."

"Thank you."

He kisses me one more time, before opening the door. As soon, as I hear it shut with a click. Andrea bursts through the bathroom. Her eyes are wide. Oh my god. My heart drops. She knows. There goes our friendship and everything we have worked towards together. She knows and she is going to hate me.

"Bitch," she says, standing with arms folded. I pull the blankets up to my chin so she can't see that I am naked.

"Heyyy," I say.

"Your step bro is the hottest motherfucking bad boy type I have seen." I smile. She takes a deep breath.

“You know it, too. Don't you?" She side eyes me.

"Oh, my god are you guys? -"So, she didn't hear us fucking. She shakes her head. "Crystal, if you are hitting that, then you are an idiot."

I laugh.

"Go, away, Andrea. Stop bursting in my room!"

She shakes her head and goes back into her room. I lay there for a moment. At least, I have one friend I might tell one day. But I still don't know what will happen. Dylan and I probably won't see each other for a really long time. He travels everywhere for his work. I doubt he will need to stop at Hills University often. I roll over onto my side. My pussy is already starting to ache for his dick.