Chapter 14
Sam
Jesus Christ. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. It has been a few months since the wedding, and nothing went back to what I thought it would. I look over at the man in my bed. I'm finally sobering up and realizing sleeping with my coworker was not a smart idea. I stare at him. He's alright looking and a nice guy, but nothing like James, and nowhere near as good in bed. I haven't had someone make me cum since James. Ugh - why am I still stuck on my step brother. I wait for a second to see if my coworker wakes up. He doesn't. I slide my hand over and shake his shoulder. He tosses and turns, but just rolls over. Fuck. I lay there in my bed, listening to the visitor's chest rise and fall next to me as he sleeps peacefully. I would do anything for it to be James, so I could roll on top of him and fuck him. He would make me cum. I start to get wet thinking about my step brother. I look at the person next to me. Maybe I could wake him up and try to do round two. No...I stare at him some more; it wouldn't be any good. No one is as good as James. I glance over at my phone. I could text him. No, I have gotten this far. My coworker stirs in his sleep. This is going to be a long night.
The morning comes, and James’ replacement sits up. I am already dressed, holding a cup of coffee.
"Good morning," I say, sipping from the coffee cup.
"Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. I hate that he just called me that. I try not to cringe. "What do you have going on today?", he asks me. I really hope he is not planning on sticking around here. I am so bad at this.
"I actually have a uh- meeting today, in like twenty minutes, so I'm super busy..." I stumble as I lie, very poorly.
"A meeting?" he scrunches up his eyebrows and stares at me.
"Yeah..."
"But its Saturday?"
"I know - it's uh...it's not work-related, so that's what I have today in a little bit. Do I need to call a taxi for you? I am not sure where you live." I think he gets the idea. You would have to be an idiot not to pick up what I am trying to put down.
He scrunches up his face and gets out of the bed, pulling his pants up around his waist. In the broad daylight, I realize I really made a poor mistake with sleeping with him.
"Okay...I understand,"
"What," I laugh nervously.
"You don't want me here. You don't have to be so obvious about it." Her throws his shorts on and then walks toward the door.
"No - I.." there is no point in pretending that I actually want him to stay. I wait standing still as he heads out of the door. Finally, I sigh as I receive relief from his presence. I land back on my bed and close my eyes. Maybe I will be able to get some sort of sleep.
But that isn't happening. I lay there, once more. Images and thoughts of James flash across my eyes. I would do anything to have him walk through the door and take me from behind, but that's not happening. Fuck. How did our relationship slip through our fingers? It was my fault, wasn't it? He wanted to try it out whether or not I was his step sister. But I was afraid; I don't know what I was fearful of, but I was. Was most of it all just made up in my head? He tried so hard every time I would push him away. I decided then I should just get up. There is no chance that I am going to fall asleep. Last night was supposed to help me forget about James, but I think it made it way worse.
I start my day. Brushing my teeth and getting dressed. I stand in front of the mirror staring at my body. I remember when James' hands cupped my breasts, and his dick pressed onto my ass. There were so many nights that we spent together on the trip where my body just went crazy from his touch. Never has anyone made me feel that way. He is the only one. I look at my pussy. I recall the way he would rub me and make my body shudder as I cum uncontrollably. I get dressed and try to start my day, but I can't. Fuck, I miss his dick and the way it felt when I rode it. There was nothing better. My phone lights up, and I grab it eagerly hoping that he has texted me. I know he won't, though. I foolishly pushed him away. He wouldn't disrespect what I wanted. He is too good a guy. But then again he fucked me over so much. He lied to me several times. When do I know when he is being honest with me? He is so great at sweet talking. I take a deep breath and think back to our time together. I never did give him a chance to really explain himself about Mallory and all of that.
Maybe I should. Perhaps it is the time that I do something. If I don't talk to him soon, I will never be able to get over it all. I should at least get some sort of closure. I am sure after a few months that he has found someone who is already head over heels in love with him.
I stare at my phone and the blank screen. I don't even know where to start. I feel like I owe him some sort of apology, but he probably does not want to hear from me anyways. Have some confidence, I scream in my head. But when it comes to actually typing the words out on my phone, I panic and just stare at the screen. Texting him could mean that he has found someone else, or that he can deny me. I hold the phone in my hand, and it feels like a weight pulling me down, and then with one swift finger movement, before I can even think about it, I hit call on his name. The phone starts to ring, and my heart leaps out of my chest. It rings again. I'm sure he will put me to voicemail, but right when the call should end, I hear his voice.
"Hello," he says slowly.
"Hey...James?" I act as though I don't recognize his voice, which is dumb, because I called him. I feel like screaming and shouting. Fuck, He is so close to me.
"Samantha?" he asks.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you calling me? What's up?
I choke. What do I say? What do I want? How do I tell him everything that has been bothering for the past few months? I know that I want him, but now I feel stupid. It seems like a mistake. He is still my step brother.
"Where are you?" I ask. That was stupid and random. He pauses, and the silence haunts me. I begin to sweat and feel nervous.
"I am still in LA," he says slowly.
"How are you enjoying it?" I ask. That was another stupid question. But I am so freaking out, I have no clue how to handle this.
"Uh, it's alright. You know it works. So I am making the best out of it."
That's great." I respond badly.
Another stupid thing for me to say.
"Yeah, I guess it is great. Do you need anything? I am kind of busy." My heart drops. Calling him was an obvious mistake. He does not sound excited to hear my voice whatsoever. I probably just pissed him off. I take a deep breath.
"So that's all you wanted to know?" he asks, patiently. I am surprised he even answered the phone.
"No," I say fast.
"Then what do you need?"
"You," I whisper into the phone. There is a long moment of silence, and I think my heart may jump out of my chest. "Are you still there?" I ask, waiting.
"You what?" he asks. God, the sound of his voice sounds amazing through the phone and into my ear. I missed it so much.
"I want you," I say again, slowly, making sure that each word can be heard. Again there is another long silence. "Can we just...can we just meet somewhere or something. I really want to talk to you." I am pressing the phone so hard on my face. Another long pause fills the space, and I almost hang up, but then he finally speaks.
"Sam," he says cautiously.
"Yes?"
"I just bought tickets to fly to you for tomorrow."
There are no words for the smile that appears on my face. I want to scream, or dance, do something. But instead I cry, tears trickling down my cheeks.
"Great..." is all I respond with.
"Okay," he repeats, I am holding the phone so tight my knuckles have gone white.
"Okay, I whisper back. "I am so excited to see you."
"I am excited to see you too. I've missed you so much."
Inside, I am smiling so much.
"Alright...well…until then, James..."
"Goodbye, Sam. I am thrilled you called me."
"Me too..."
I hang up the phone. Holy fuck I feel I am so happy. James is going to be here tomorrow. My body is already starting to turn on and I am aroused with the idea of my step brother being so close to me, holding me, fucking me.
I had no idea I really missed him that much. The excitement coursing through my body lets me see the truth. There is something more to us than just sex, even if we are step brother and sister.