Chapter 2
Kason
Fuck me. It felt wrong to leave work for an entire month, but I hadn’t been home in years, so this morning I couldn’t have gotten out of San Francisco fast enough. Ironic, considering that when I’d graduated high school with Marcus, I couldn’t have run there fast enough. I hadn’t known what the fuck I was going to do there, but I wasn’t built for college. I had refused to waste all the money I’d worked hard for during high school on more boring-ass classes. I’d been over the teachers, mindless homework, and bullshit tests. I could’ve run circles around some of those idiot IT professors.
I’d gotten screwed over a few times, once by my first business partner. We’d started a tech company in a rundown warehouse suitable for hobos to pee in, but when we hit our first big deal, he tried to cut me out. It would have worked except no one wanted the creative dick. They wanted the guy who could actually put shit together, the guy who knew what he was doing.
Then I tried working for a tech company, making shit pay for tech I created that made the company millions. I left, cutting out the middle man, and became my own boss, and the company decided to take me to court over so-called stolen ideas. Except my products were all new concepts using AI with high-end wearable tech that the company hadn’t even begun to develop. I’d started on a leading edge, and it had gotten me to almost nine billion net worth. It had also gotten me a healthy distrust of leaving my business unattended.
Still, it was good to be home. I guessed I was a rarity because I loved my parents and the strong ties of family and friends. You had to count on those when you could literally swim in a pool of cash if you wanted to. There were too many users around who only cared about that cash.
When I finally made it to my parents’ place, it was before dawn, so I didn’t keep them up long. I’d brought them gifts I had a tough time getting them to accept, a spa package for Mom and a construction package for Dad to add a deck with a hot tub. They never let me spend much on them.
After they’d gone back to bed, I headed over to see Marcus. The early hour wasn’t a factor in his case. As his best friend, it was my job to sit on him and bounce until I either broke something or he woke up. I was ready to see him anyway. He’d come to see me so many fucking times while I was in San Francisco, so I’d come prepared to pay him back by taking him out for food and booze the entire time I was here.
I walked next door and knocked on the door. I wasn’t sure if his parents would be awake yet, so I didn’t want to barge in and scare them first thing in the morning. When the door swung open, the last person I expected to see was Hanna.
“Kason?”
Dear Jesus, she’d grown up well. I had seen her off the day she’d left for college, but she’d already changed so much. Her long, curly blond hair fell past her shoulders, and her dark green eyes held a wild storm that my dick was ready for her to unleash. Her tits spilled over the edge of the tight shirt she wore, her puckered nipples visible through the fabric. I had to stifle a groan when I saw the thickness of her thighs just below her rounded hips.
Come on, get it together. This was Marcus’s fucking sister. It was little Hanna, who once had braces and acne and was always shy and had her nose in a book, the girl I’d saved from bullies and the girl who’d never dated at all during high school. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t just eyeball her like a piece of meat! She was off-limits in so many ways. I couldn’t stick my dick in her even in my dreams.
But fuck, my cock came alive at the sight of her.
Before I knew it, she had her arms around my neck, and I prayed she didn’t feel the bulge in my pants. I held her close and inhaled the cinnamon scent of her hair. For a moment, I thought the hug might never end. We held on to each other for slightly longer than necessary. Finally, we pulled apart, and I looked at her with a smile.
“Ya look good, Hanna,” I murmured.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Oh, God. Her voice was smoky with sleep, and all I could imagine was tasting her pussy, cured to perfection, with that voice crying my name.
Damn it, Kason! Shut up! My thoughts were spiraling out of control.
“Marcus around?” I asked.
“Still sleeping I think. He got in late last night, so I haven’t even seen him yet. Wanna come in?”
She moved to the side, and I stepped over the threshold. I scanned the room, and it was exactly as I remembered it. The wooden staircase that led up to Marcus’s room didn’t look like it had been polished or redone in years. I filed that away in the back of my mind for a Christmas present idea for Marcus’s parents.
“Kason? Is that you?”
“Lisa!” I strode down the hallway and took Hanna’s mom in my arms. When I lifted her off her feet, Roger came around the corner.
“Kas.” He smiled.
“Hey, Rog.” I slapped his back before he shook my hand. Just then, I heard tumbling down the stairs.
“And that must be Marcus!” I called out.
“Fucking stairs,” he murmured.
“Language,” Lisa warned.
“Hey there.” I hugged Marcus close and slapped his back, but I could definitely tell he was exhausted.
“You okay, dude?” I asked softly.
He grunted. “We’ll talk later.”
“Why don’t you come in here and I’ll make us all some coffee?” Hanna asked.
Lisa smiled. “Sounds fabulous, sweetie.”
We all made our way into the kitchen and sat down around the same kitchen table. It felt familiar to sit with them as we slowly caught up on each others’ lives. Roger and Lisa told me all about Hanna’s studies and how proud they were of her. I wasn’t surprised at all. Hanna had always been headstrong and intelligent as fuck. The moment she’d been accepted, I knew she would take Stanford by storm.
“And Marcus is getting his own company off the ground, aren’t ya, Mark?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“Uh huh. And, uh . . . how’s that going?” I asked him.
“Eh, boring shit. We’ll talk later,” he said.
“Language,” Lisa warned again.
“Well, there’s been a new development in my studies, courtesy of a very late email from my mentor at Stanford,” Hanna said.
“Everything all right, honey?” Roger asked.
“Apparently I don’t need an internship for the semester. I need it for the whole year.”
“Ouch.” Lisa sighed.
“An internship? A particular one? Or just one in general?” I asked.
“Just one in general, but the place I was talking to can’t take me on this semester. So, I have to start from scratch and find someone who can take me on come August.”
“Well, my company isn’t far from Stanford. I could poke around, see what I can come up with. We always need help in some areas, though I’d want to try to gear that shit toward your studies.”
“Language,” Marcus said mockingly.
Hanna giggled, and the sound made my stomach flip. My pants grew tight again, and I had to bring my coffee up to my mouth to keep from breathing deeply in front of everyone, especially her brother. I loved Marcus to death, but he was protective as fuck when it came to his sister. I knew, from him, that Lisa was constantly pressuring Hanna to have kids and settle down. Marcus had called me to rant about it many times. He talked about how his sister had more potential than just being someone’s “baby mama,” but I knew Lisa meant well.
Plus, I knew Hanna well enough to know that, deep down, she really did want kids.
“What’re you studying again?” I asked Hanna.
“Psychology.”
“Well, that’s practically useless in my company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find you something to do. Let me make some calls and I’ll get back to you.”
“That’s very kind of you, Kason,” Hanna said. Oh, God, the way my name rolled off her tongue was nothing short of succulent. I had to adjust myself in my chair so my dick wouldn’t pop out of the top of my pants.
“Yep. I’ll place some calls, and I promise we’ll get together soon to talk it over.”
“Thank you, Kason.” Lisa patted my arm, somehow making my guilt weigh on me more. “It would really give us peace of mind that someone we love and trust is seeing Hanna while she’s away at school.” And there went a few more pounds of guilt.
“It’s not a problem.” Except it would be a nightmare to keep from seeing too much of Hanna. Naked in my fantasies.
We all finished a pot of coffee, and then I asked Marcus if he wanted to grab breakfast. At first he shrugged me off. Then I kicked his shin under the table and he changed his tune.
“Come on, my treat. Oh, and block off your evening, because there’s this new place in town I wanna take you to.”
“Oh! We’re having dinner with your parents tonight,” Roger said.
“It’s all right. It’ll be after dinner.”
“Well, in that case, have fun, guys!” Lisa waved.
Marcus and I had a lot to talk about. I needed to know what the fuck was up with my best friend. Even more pressing, I obviously needed to get laid before I spread Hanna’s legs and screwed my way out of all my close ties that kept me sane and grounded. I wasn’t sure my own parents would forgive me if I even came close to crossing the line with Hanna.
She laughed at something Marcus said, and it struck me in the gut that an outright orgy wouldn’t put out this fire. My best bet would be to avoid the hell out of Hanna over the next month.