Chapter Four
LOGAN
It's a bit of a shock waking up naked in your best friend's apartment. More so when your naked brother is snoring a few feet away from you.
I looked at a mirror that was hanging over a dresser, seeing if Jeremy had done anything dickish like...well, drawing dicks on me.
Nope.
It wasn't that I was blacked out or hungover. I remembered the night before vividly and almost all too well. Fuck, that was a night I wasn't ever going to forget.
Yeah, I'd been around the block a few times. No girl did the things to me that Tate did. Shit, I never lost control of myself like that. I was disciplined. I was an expert of holding my load and depositing it somewhere where it could cause no trouble.
Tate, though? There was a drive there. It made me do things. Instinctual things. I knew this girl. She was beautiful. Like, everything in my body told me one thing.
I wanted her to bear my children.
Fuck, that was crazy talk. I needed a shrink if I was legitimately thinking that.
I gathered up my clothes and kicked Joel in the ribs.
This was our traditional way of waking one another.
"What the fuck's your problem?"
"It's the morning, and your naked ass is visible, and this is Jeremy's pad, not ours."
He grumbled, turning over. "I fell asleep with something soft in my arms and it's not there."
"Tate took off in the middle of the night."
"Ah yeah." He pulled himself up and copied me in dressing himself in a way you're usually supposed to be when visiting a friend's apartment.
He plopped himself on the sofa right to the side of me, both of us still dreary from our long rest.
"Jesus, what on earth did we do last night?" I said, hoping my brother would have thought of answers where I didn't.
"We fucked Tate."
"Yeah, we did, but why did we do that?"
"Because we're hormonal horndogs who can't keep it in our pants?"
"You know that's not what I mean. I'm the one who made you admit you thought she was hot as fuck."
"Then what do you mean?"
Was he not aware? Was my brother dense and stupid?
Nah. He was just groggy. "Well, let's put it this way, we keep doing that, we're going to need books of baby names."
He squinted at me, but slowly yet surely, all the pieces came together for him. "Fuck, I didn't pull out?"
"I didn't either. The heat of the moment, man. She's something special."
He heaved a breath, falling back onto the sofa. "Yeah, she is."
"We're also reckless as fuck. What was stopping Jeremy from walking in on us fucking his sister?"
Joel puffed his cheeks, his own anxiety rising from all this. "Fuck, you're right. He flipped out when he walked in on us taking some rando girl. Gave us this big ol' speech about respect for women and all that. Now imagine that night but with Tate."
I grunted. "We can't let him know, dude. He's a good friend and all, but..."
"Are you suggesting we don't repeat last night?"
"Well, no. That's not an option."
Joel took a deep breath. "We have to be careful. This is crossing a line. We can't control our lust for her. I don't think we can get Jeremy on board. I doubt Tate wants us fighting one another. So being careful is priority one."
"Yeah, yeah, I get you." I shook my head. It didn't feel right. Jeremy never did us wrong. In some ways, he was a brother to Joel and me.
Which, in a way, made Tate our sister.
Yet that wouldn't stop me. It wouldn't stop Joel.
Joel stood up, stretching himself out. "Man, I think I gotta do adult stuff today. The not-fun kind. Bills and whatever."
"What, you don't trust me to do them?"
"Hell no."
We shared a laugh.
Joel finished putting on his shoes and straightened up the place. "Talk to you later, bro."
"Ditto." We nodded our acknowledgments at one another, and he headed out the door.
Me? I had no real pressing drive to do anything. I got to the bare minimum dressed and sort of lurked around.
I heard a shower. Was Jeremy back?
No, that wasn't his shower.
It was Tate's.
A smile came to my face, imagining her naked and surrounded by steam, running her hands all over her body.
I probably needed to get clean, too, but hygiene wasn't what I was thinking of.
Looming at her door, I thought for a moment if it'd be rude to just bust in.
Given what we had done the night before, though? Well, walking in on her in the shower was pretty much a lot lower on the list of my sins.
Entering, I could hear her humming as she showered. I never expected her to have such a beautiful voice on top of it all, but I didn't need her voice to get my dick hard.
Playing the scene out before in my head, I stripped back down before walking into the bathroom proper. The shower was one of those opaque glass things, all fogged up. She might have not even noticed me entering.
The surprise on her face made it a definite.
"Logan?" she whispered my way.
"Heard you in here. I couldn't resist."
"This isn't the..."
I silenced her with a finger on her lips, then I kissed her, and she immediately melted into it.
I ran my hands down her back, feeling that sumptuous skin of hers. The hot water raining down on us might as well not have been there, because all that mattered at that moment was us.
Pressing her against the wall, I wasted no time. My cock was already rock hard for her, throbbing with need. Girls didn't do that to me. It wasn't that I was impotent or something dumb like that, but I needed more than seeing a girl naked to really be raring to go.
Tate, though? Seeing her bare body was enough. It robbed me of reason and fueled me only with desire and primal instincts.
Kissing her lips, her neck, her chests, her breasts, I wanted to devour her. Savor her. Take it all.
Right now, though, I wasn't in the mood for making love. I was in the mood for fucking.
I lifted her up. Spread her legs. Pinned her against the wall. She was trembling in my arms, and I knew that was need from her.
That was a truly unique connection we could have. Just seeing each other, the hint of intimacy, that was all it took to get the fires of passion boiling over.
My cock was zeroing in on her slit. She wasn't a virgin anymore; I didn't need to hold back.
So I slid myself in and had my mind blown again by how tight, how good she really felt around me.
As if her pussy was perfectly designed to make me come.
She cried out as I wasted no time fucking her. Rocking back and forth, literally driving her up the wall as I did so. Her body rubbed against mine, such a minor yet needed pleasure on top of everything else.
"Fuck, yes," she called out. "Logan, harder," she mumbled. She wasn't the most articulate of speakers when getting fucked. Few girls were. But the way she said it, the way she called out my name, made me harder. Need her more.
I didn't think my desire for her could even become greater than what it was.
She crushed me, squeezed me… I couldn't even think of terms for what her pussy was doing. My eyes closed, and I just enjoyed the sensory feast of the hot water rolling down my back, the echoes of flesh colliding, the sweet smell of her body, and of course, the overwhelming delight she brought me flesh to flesh on every little point in our body.
Hearing her cry out in delight with every thrust, feeling her pussy clasp around me as she did so. Fuck, I needed to make her mine.
Briefly, my thoughts turned to Joel. Usually, a guy would be fiercely defensive of sharing his girl, but Joel and I? I couldn’t act as if we weren't a special thing. We were as close as you could get without being outright identical.
The thought of Tate fucking Joel somehow got me as hard as the thought of fucking her myself.
Right now? That's exactly what I was doing, and now I wanted to claim her in the most primal of senses.
I needed to fuck her. I needed to fill her. I didn't care about consequences. Some part of my monkey brain relished them. Fuck, seeing her little body with that rotund little belly?
God.
Harder. Faster. I pushed myself to my limit, and I wanted her right there with me. Even as I drilled her, I wedged my hand between us, rubbing her clit as we went. It was a trick I quickly learned, and Tate deserved only the very best.
I wanted her to be shaking for me. Screaming for me. I wanted to hear those sweet moans echo through the room.
She was going to give me everything I wanted and then some.
God, when she came, it was like a whole new level. Her channel clamped down on me, jerking me, needing me. It wasn't her words saying it; it was her body saying it, and that made it all the hotter.
I felt myself explode into her. All of my heat rushing into and flooding her. How it splashed back onto my cock because there was no way she was going to be able to take how much she made me come.
I wanted to relish it forever. Hold her there until the end of time.
Even as I eventually relented, letting her feet touch the floor again, I just enjoyed her aura. Her essence. Whatever it was, I just wanted to hold her. The only sound was the pattering of the water.
Then a knock on the door.
"Who–who is it?" Tate hoarsely called out.
"It's Jeremy. Who else would it be?"
I froze. Did he hear what we were just doing?
Tate glared at me but didn't say anything. She put up a single finger in my direction, turned off the water, and found a towel.
I knew what she wanted me to do. I sort of hid. Out of sight of the door at least, if nothing else.
"What's–what's going on, Jeremy?"
"I got called into work again. I just wanted to give you your key and the Wi-Fi password."
"Um...um, okay. Just leave it somewhere, thanks."
"Are you okay in there?"
"Yes, I'm fine... I'm just...getting used to the new shower is all."
"Ah, being able to aim the water is pretty nice after years of the stationary one back at Mom's." There was a pause. "Wait. Oh. Oh. Um. Sorry, Tate."
"It's fine, really." I could see her blushing at the thought of her brother thinking she was even masturbating in here.
"I'll leave it on your nightstand." He paused again. "Are you seriously wearing jeans this big? Can't Mom buy you clothes that fit?"
"Huh?" She raised an eyebrow.
I gestured toward her to just go along with it.
"Oh, yes. Um. They're comfortable."
"You should wear clothes that fit, Tate. If you don't have any, I'll take you shopping." There was a beeping sound. "If I ever have more than an hour where I don't have to be at work. I gotta go, sis."
"Take care, Jeremy," the beat-red Tate replied, shaking her head.
We lingered, waiting for the sound of the front door closing before making another sound.
In the clear, we both let out a huge, long breath.
Tate opened the door to her bedroom proper and went over to pick up my pants. "Did you really have to strip out here?"
"I didn't even know your brother was home." I shook my head. "Besides, I thought it would be more dramatic if I appeared and immediately started fucking you instead of you seeing my silhouette fumble around with stuff."
She was quiet for a time, before falling back on her bed. She was still soaking wet, but I somehow doubted she cared. "What are we going to tell him? You know. About us. About me and you. Me and Joel."
"What's there to tell him?"
"You know how he is, Logan."
I made my way to her bed, dropping down beside her. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. You're your own woman, Tate. A damn sexy one. We're all adults."
"He's my brother. He's...a lot to me, okay?"
"I get it, I really do. I don't know. How about we just kick it down the road until we figure out some way to break the news to him more easily?"
"I...I guess."
My eyes swept up and down her wet body, including the little bits of seed dripping out of her. The thoughts that she had a conversation with Jeremy while her womb was full of my sperm, well, it took the concept of a refractory period between erections and stomped on it.
In an instant, I was back on top of her, my cock throbbing and laying on top of her clit, ready to plunge myself in again.
"You already want to go again, huh?" she said with curiosity.
"Are you saying you don't?"
She just laughed. "Fuck me then. Again and again. Fuck all my problems away, Logan."
"With incredible pleasure."