I was in town for a few weeks in between semesters. It had been six months since Lily’s birthday. Even though we talked and texted almost every day, we had been spending every second we could together while I was in town, like every other time I was in town.
“Hey,” I greeted my mom in the morning as I walked into the kitchen.
“Hey, honey.” She looked like she had been crying.
“You okay?”
“Of course.”
“Mom, you look like you’ve been crying.”
She shook her head. “Don’t be silly. Why would I be crying? Are you hungry? Can I make you something before I head to the store?”
“Did Dad leave?”
“Yeah. He had to go to town.”
I frowned, I didn’t remember seeing his car last night.
“I can fend for myself, Mom.”
“Of course you can. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to take care of you. Your sisters should be flying in on Sunday. They can’t wait to see you. I’ll be back late tonight, and I’m not sure when your father…” she cut off, smiling. “Well, I’ll see you later, honey. Love you.” She kissed my cheek.
“Love you.”
I watched her leave as I stood there concerned for what I just walked in on when I heard a soft knock coming from the back door. I found Lily standing there in a soft yellow spring dress, her hair loosely falling down the sides of her face and her back. She was wearing very subtle makeup, and I could faintly smell the coconut and vanilla on her skin. She was a sight for sore eyes.
“Did you dress up for me?” I asked, so goddamn turned on by the sight of her.
“I dress like this all the time for school.”
“Is that right?” I arched an eyebrow.
She stepped inside. “I saw your mom leave. Are you hungry? I can make you something."
“So, tell me, Lily, do boys at school fuck with you?”
She bit her lip.
“Your silence is deafening, Kid.”
“It’s not like that.”
“It’s not like what?”
“Are you jealous?” She smiled big and wide.
“Jealous doesn't even begin to explain what I'm feeling. Jealousy is for boys, Lily, and we both know I’m not that.”
“Oh yeah, big man?” she sassed. “It doesn’t matter. I love you,” she simply stated, slipping off her lips so easily and effortlessly. She said it all the time now, and, to be honest, it felt like a knife piercing my heart every time I heard it.
“What do you want to do today?” she questioned¸ walking toward me.
“You.”
“I think I can arrange that.” She stepped up on the tips of her toes, softly kissing my lips. Ever since Lily turned seventeen, she was getting ballsy. She didn’t wait for me to make the first move anymore. She initiated several make out sessions, which would usually end with my face and fingers in between her legs. Nothing new had happened between us. I could tell she was getting frustrated that I wouldn’t let her touch me.
Our kiss quickly turned into something else entirely. I gripped her ass, carrying her up my body. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, moaning her approval in my mouth. I carried her up to my old bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me. I laid her on the bed, falling on top of her, caging her in with my arms and body.
“I want you,” she breathed out in between kissing, rubbing her pussy against my hard cock.
“Shhh…” I whispered against her lips, my hand already making its way down her gorgeous body.
“No, Jacob.” She swatted my hand away. “You. I want you.”
“It’s not happening, Kid.”
She sighed into my mouth. “Then let me touch you. Please, let me make you feel what you make me feel. I want to so badly.”
I groaned, wanting her to do just that. I placed my forehead against hers, needing to gather my thoughts, trying not to let my overly eager cock take control.
“Jacob, I want to. You’re always playing with me. Let me give you something for a change. I don’t… I mean you know I don’t…” she mumbled with the cutest fucking expression on her face. “Just tell me what to do. Teach me.”
“Lily…” I whispered against her mouth.
“Please. Let me make friends with him. He probably already hates me. All I do is give him blue balls. That’s not a very nice friend, Jacob. Don’t make me beg for it.”
I laughed so hard I fell onto my back to keep from crushing her. She quickly followed suit, sitting up on her knees, waiting for me to say the next word. My cock was already so damn hard from the sight of her let alone what she wanted to do to me.
“Kid, I never want you to feel like I’m pressuring you into anything.”
“I’m offering. How is that pressuring me? You won the golden ticket, okay? Just let me suck your dick already.”
My cock twitched from the filthy yet innocent way she spoke to me. I placed my arm behind my head, angling my body so I could watch her.
“Undo my belt and unbutton my jeans.”
Her eyes dilated, shocked that I was granting her wish.
“Better hurry, Lily, before I change my mind.”
Her hands immediately went for my buckle, anxiously undoing it. She went straight for my button next, vigorously working to free my cock. She pulled down my jeans and boxers, and I waited for the gasp when my cock jolted free, smacking against my stomach.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. “Wow… your friend is beautiful, Jacob.”
I chuckled. “Beautiful isn’t quite the word he’s looking for. In fact, beautiful will make him hide.”
“Oh… right… I mean big and thick.”
“Good girl.”
“Your balls are nice, too.”
I laughed, my head rolling back.
She blushed. “Sorry.”
“Let’s not talk about my cock anymore. Put him in your mouth the way I’ve been stroking myself to the image of you doing it for the last year.”
She licked her lips and gently took me in her hand. I placed mine around hers. “Hard, baby, like that.” I squeezed my hand around hers, showing her exactly the way I liked it.
“Use those take me lips and lick and suck around my head, slowly sliding me into your hot, wet mouth, inch by inch until all I can feel is the back of your throat.”
She leaned forward, looking down.
“Don’t take your eyes off me. Do you understand?”
I held in a breath when she licked along the tip. Her warm lips took me in, gliding down my shaft in a slow, torturous rhythm, taking me deep and then back out. Her eyes never left mine as I closely observed her making love to me with her mouth.
“Fuck… Lily.” I groaned, the sight and feel of her being too much. “Good girl, just like that, baby, use your hand just like this.” I showed her for a few seconds, watching as her tiny hand worked in sync with her mouth’s movements.
“Mmm,” she unintentionally hummed as she deep throated me again.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled, pumping my hips against her movements, getting lost in the way she worked me over. I was about to grip the back of her neck.
When I heard, “Jacob!”
I didn’t actually think he was going to let me do it so I didn’t think twice about it when he said to undo his pants. I had wanted this for so long, he was finally giving in. For once he could feel something only I could deliver. I wanted to prove to him that I could give him pleasure, too. To feel that I loved him the same way he loves me every time his hands or mouth are on me. I listened carefully to every instruction he gave me, wanting to do it just right. By the sounds he was making and the intense, driven looks I had never seen before, I knew I was doing what he wanted. What felt good for him.
My heart soared…
His hips started moving against my hand and mouth, pushing his erection deeper down my throat. I wanted him to manhandle me. I wanted to feel his dominance over me as I had his dick in my mouth, and I think I was about to when we both heard…
“Jacob!” Lucas knocked on his bedroom door. “You ready? The waves are getting higher.”
He tried to sit up and push my head away, but I wasn’t going to have my brother’s appearance take this away from me. I sucked harder and jerked him faster, his eyes widened in realization that I wasn’t going to stop.
“Jacob, what the fuck, you in there?” The door handle turned.
“I’m here, Give me a few,” he announced with an unsteady voice.
“What are you doing?”
He cleared his throat, breathing heavily. “Shower.”
His face twisted in both pleasure and pain when he finally gripped the back of my neck, roughly moving against my mouth.
“I’ll be in the kitchen. Why is my sister’s truck parked outside?”
His dick throbbed and I swear it got bigger. He bit his lip and his eyes shuttered, as a thick substance spurted in the back of my throat. His chest heaved up and down as I sat back, wiping my lips not knowing what to do with his come in my mouth.
“Swallow it,” he mouthed with a heated stare.
I did, not knowing I could even do that. I grinned, feeling all proud of myself as the thick, salty substance went down my throat.
He got up and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and it didn’t take long to hear Lucas’s footsteps descend down the hall. He walked back in the room, buttoned up his pants and looked at me with a fiery glare.
“Jesus Christ, Kid, was that necessary?”
“Absolutely.”
“Please enlighten me on how I’m going to explain your truck in my driveway?”
I looked around the room for an idea. “Tell him that I went to work with your mom for the day. I was doing a paper on tourism in Oak Island, and I needed to know how she buys all that tourist crap she does for their store.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He changed into his board shorts.
“My brother will believe it. He would never think I would be in here with you. Relax. It’s fine.”
“I better go before he comes back up.” He kissed my head and walked to the door.
“Wait.”
He turned to face me.
“I did good, right? I mean… it was… it was good for you?” I nervously asked.
His body loosened from his tense composure, walking back over and sitting on the balls of his feet in front of me.
“Lillian, I have never had better. It was the best fucking blowjob of my entire life.”
“You lie,” I giggled.
He looked deep into my eyes and said,
“If there’s one thing I need you to know, that I need you to remember, is that I have never lied to you nor will I ever lie to you. I can’t.”
He kissed me, left, and I believed every word he said.
We spent most of the day in the water.
Lucas believed me without a second thought, just as Lily suspected he would. We ate at Alex’s parent’s restaurant and it was weird to not have her serving us.
“How’s law school?”
“It’s law school. How’s fatherhood?”
“Everything it’s made out to be.”
“That good, huh?”
“Never thought I could love someone like that. I think I got pretty lucky, though. He’s a handful but a good kid.”
“How’s your construction business going?”
“I’m busy as shit. Stressed, overwhelmed, you know, all the bullshit that comes along with owning your own business. It’s why I needed today, to work off some steam, it’s good seeing you, bro.”
“Likewise.”
“It’s been rough with my mom and Lily, I’m glad—”
“Lily?”
“Yeah… she’s, damn, man, I don’t even know anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s hurting, Jacob, and I know it has a lot to do with my mom and shit, but there’s something else. Something she won’t tell me, or anyone for that matter. For a while I thought it was a guy, but she never leaves the house. My mom says she has guys beating down the door, but she blows them off. I don’t know, we’re all worried about her. I mean she’s going to be eighteen and she’s never had a boyfriend? That can’t be normal right? We’re just worried that she’s missing out on all the normal teenage shit because of my mom’s cancer.”
It was as if a stack of fucking bricks fell on top of me, and I tried to hide all the emotions that soared through my body at the speed of light. I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t know this was coming, but it was still like taking a swift kick in the fucking balls.
“The last thing I want is for Lily to look back on her childhood and only have shitty memories. My mom says she doesn’t even hang out with her friends anymore, but she’s constantly talking or texting on her phone so it doesn’t add up. I don’t fucking understand it.”
I gazed down at my food, completely losing my appetite, and wondering how much more of the conversation I could take without wanting to beat my head on the goddamn table.
“But I’ll tell you one thing, Jacob, if this is a guy. I’ll beat the living shit out of him for doing this to my baby sister, and I know you and Dylan will be right there behind me.”
I peered up at him and nodded, wishing like hell that I could beat the living shit out of myself, but something told me that it didn’t matter because what I had to do next would kill me anyway.