Like Dragonflies

“It’s not that. I’ve never had it.”

“Never had it?” He laughs then starts moving around the kitchen, grabbing things.

“I’ve heard of them and seen people with them, but Mom and Dad always have someone cook our meals for the week or we go out.” I move closer to him and watch as he puts a brick of wavy noodles into a bowl with hot water. “Are they like…dehydrated noodles?” I ask with wide, curious eyes.

Mars laughs again and I can’t get enough of the sound. I want to drink it. He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Something like that. They’re good though, I promise.” I’m amazed at how little time it takes for him to hand me a steaming bowl of noodles. My stomach rumbles at the smell.

We sit on his bed in the guest room and never get to turn on the TV because we’re talking too much. “These are really fucking good,” I moan before shoving another forkful in my mouth.

“See? Trust me on this. I’m a pro when it comes to scrounging food together.” I realize in that moment, sitting alone with Mars, laughing and talking without a care in the world, he makes me happy.

He makes me feel like I’m flying and I never want to let go of this feeling. I never want to let go of Mars. I don’t care that he’s my brother.

“Is your mom going to blow your phone up when she realizes you’re gone?” He finishes his bowl of ramen noodles and stares at me.

“Probably. I’m putting it on Do Not Disturb though. I can’t deal with her right now. Ever since she told me that…” I suck in a breath and tap my lip with my knuckle.

“That I’m your brother?” Mars finishes my sentence then snags my wrist in his hand and presses slow kisses along my forearm.

“Yeah.” I try to breathe and talk at the same time, but the way his lips feel on me makes it tough. “She’s been all over me like we’re best friends or something. I hate it and I just want her to leave me alone. I know she doesn’t really want to spend all that time with me. She just wants to make sure I’m not with you and I’m not talking to anyone about you. She only cares about appearances.”

“Did she tell anyone we’re related?” Mars looks worried, so I calm him down by slipping my fingers through his soft hair.

“My mother would never tarnish her image by letting it be known that my dad isn’t really my dad.” It still hurts to think I share DNA with Mars’s dad. Fucking bully.

“This is so fucked up, Sage,” he says with a sigh. “You’re my sister but I can’t turn off the way I feel about you. I don’t want to either.” He dots more kisses along the inside of my arm, nibbling along the way, and leaving behind light bruises as he goes.

I press my thighs together and swallow down a thick knot in my throat.

“I don’t want to turn off the way I feel about you either.” We stare at each other and all the air is sucked out of the room. My heart is thumping so hard it’s all I can hear. I know if I don’t kiss him in the next second, I’m going to explode from the pressure building inside of me.

We collide and at first, it’s not pretty. My teeth bump his and we’re uncoordinated but when Mars pushes me back on the bed, our movements synchronize.

I want to tear his shirt off, but I remember how frantic we both were earlier and decide we should move slowly. A moan escapes me as he moves his lips to my neck. It seems to fuel him because he nips at my tender skin, and I whine at the quick burst of pain.

Mars pulls back and looks at me. “Too much?” he asks. I shake my head then tug at his shirt until it’s off and on the floor beside the bed.

“Never too much,” I pant. He pushes his jeans down his legs and I tug off the only piece of clothing I’m wearing and toss it aside. He hovers over me and takes a moment to stare at me before kissing a trail down my stomach. His long fingers move over my hips until he’s spreading my legs.

I gasp when I feel his lips brush against my pussy.

“I know you’re just as sweet here as you are everywhere else.” His thumb rolls across my clit while his long finger penetrates me. My eyes snap shut. “So wet for me. I can’t wait to taste every fucking drop,” he groans, before his tongue connects with my sensitive bundle of nerves.

My back arches and noises I’ve never made before slip from my lips. I grip Mars’s dark hair in my hand and arch my back involuntarily.