“Get on my bed,” she groans. “Lie down on you back.”
I don’t need her to ask me twice, whatever she needs t
o get out of her system, I’ll help her. So, I tuck my hands under her firm round butt and I fall back onto the sheets. Leah remains on top of me and she pushes herself into a sitting position. She rests her hands on my chest and takes control of the thrusting, sending my brain spinning.
It doesn’t matter that she’s still dressed, I can see her breasts bouncing up and down and it fucking gets my gears going. Watching Leah lose herself is the sexiest thing that I’ve ever seen, but I need to touch her as well. I can’t stand having no control at all. I push myself into a sitting position so I can hold her as we have sex.
“Oh, Zane,” she moans deliciously against me, allowing her breath to tickle my ear. “Thank fuck you’re here.”
I’m glad that I can be, even if I haven’t been very useful. I buck against her, trying to ensure that I can at least give her the pleasure that she so clearly needs. She wants a release of something, and this is what she’s gone with.
“You know,” I gasp in between thrusts. “You can always come and live with me if you want to.”
Oh… I don’t know if that’s how I meant to ask that. I was supposed to say it in a much more casual way, but I’m lost in her body. She’s confusing me, switching my brain off, I can hardly think at all.
“You’re amazing,” she replies, as her walls contract around me. The bliss is claiming her and it feels fucking incredible. “I don’t know what I’d do without… oh, fuck!”
I cling to her desperately while she bucks and collapses, the bliss getting her. I kiss her hard so that she doesn’t make too much noise. This is a whole lot of fun but I’m very aware of the consequences. I don’t want either of us to end up in trouble…
“Oh God.” I need to kiss her again as the pleasure explodes from me too. That all happened so quickly, so unexpectedly that it has me a little bewildered. It feels fucking incredible though, this position with Leah is something else. I have to remember it so we can explore it again when we’re at my home and can enjoy it more.
“We need to get dressed,” Leah gushes with her cheeks flushed. “I need to get out of here.”
“Right, sure.” I push myself into a standing position and buckle up my trousers. “Are you coming to mine?”
At that moment, the door swings open and I can see a very angry Brandon on the other side of the door. Me and Leah might be dressed, but it’s pretty obvious what’s been happening. Maybe it wasn’t so quick after all.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he yells in temper. “I cannot believe this. You vanish, Zane, and I come looking for you, worried that you’ve gone home for being awkward. But no, you’re still here, with my sister.”
I glance at Leah and she looks at me. We both realize that this is it. We’ve been caught and there isn’t any way out.
Chapter Twenty Seven – Leah
Shit, shit, shit! I wasn’t thinking, I was just so mad and I wanted to have fun with Zane, now it’s all blown up in my face. Brandon is looking at me like he one hundred percent knows what’s going on, and basically, we’re fucked. Me and Zane have been rumbled and now everything is going to come out. If my family was already mad at me for having a supposed breakdown, then this is going to send me over the edge. They’ll kill me.
“Brandon,” I say in the calmest tone of voice that I can manage. “Please, let’s just talk about this.”
“Talk about what?” he screams, not even caring if Mom hears or not. “How you’ve randomly just fucked my friend because you’re going through some sort of quarter life crisis and you’re angry at Mom?”
Oh fuck. My eyes fall to the ground. This is so much more than that. How can I tell him?
“Mate, please let’s just go somewhere and talk about this calmly…” Zane tries his hardest, but it’s no good.
“I am not your fucking mate,” Brandon spits back. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been your mate. I mean, isn’t it guy code that sisters are off limits? I’m sure that exes are supposed to be as well, but that’s another rule that’s never really been adhered to. But this is my sister, this is Leah, the person I care about, the one who I warned you off not so long ago. I just can not believe this, it’s utterly fucking mental.”
“Why did you warn Zane off me?” I demand angrily. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
I fold my arms across my chest and give Brandon a defiant look. Yes, I might be in the wrong here in some ways, but it isn’t like me and Zane have just had sex. There’s something between us, something real.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, but Zane won’t commit. He doesn’t know how.”
“Woah, Brandon, I do know how to commit. You can’t say that about me, you don’t know anymore.”
“And I’m also old enough to make my own decisions. Didn’t you say that yourself down stairs?”
Brandon is seething. He looks like he’s about to punch someone which is a nightmare. I need to get them all out of my bedroom quickly before things get insane. I’m already surprised that Mom hasn’t come over yet.
“So, this isn’t just a one time thing then?” Brandon screams. “It’s been going on for a while.”