Special thanks to all who've written. For the kind words and for gently pointing out my hasty flaws. Heh, I was anxious to be published. This one's a little more closely edited. Oh, and a HUGE thanks to The Purvv. You're my inspiration, in some ways. Thank you so much for the support. Enjoy!!
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I slipped into my older brother Ryan's room at 6AM the next morning. Oh, I was going to let him have a day or so to hash this out. You know, weigh the consequences versus the incredible sex. Yadda-fuckin'-yadda.
But, see, when I collapsed, exhausted, into my bed the night before, the rush of endorphins finally wearing off, it hit me. Ryan wouldn't be as open to this in the light of day. He'd ACT like everything was fine, but it wouldn't be. And I'd know it. And we'd drift further and further apart and we'd become estranged and I'd have no one but my parents to rely on and what about when I joined him at college next fall?! And all of this was running through my mind and I was, of course, freaking out.
No, we had to talk about it.
The hint of another sweltering, beautiful southern California day was peeking in around his drawn blinds, but it was still early enough that his room was dim. The familiar scent of old sex hung in the air like a haze and my cheeks flushed as I breathed it in.
I watched my gorgeous, blonde, Adonis older brother a moment, lying half-naked in and out of his Sears sheets.
I debated, hinged on just letting this slide and hoping he'd come to himself in due time.
Then my feet seemed to move themselves and I eased softly onto the bed beside him, laying my cheek against his shoulder.
He stirred, a half-smile coming to his lips. But when his eyes opened and he saw me lying there rather than his dream lover, or Beth, or Teddy Ruxpin, fill-in-the-blank, he jumped, sitting up.
"Hannah, the hell're you doing?! Get out of here!" he whispered harshly, not wanting to wake our sleeping parents down the hall.
I sighed, shaking my head slowly, side, side back to center. I locked my eyes in his.
"Tell me you didn't enjoy last night. Tell me it was wrong and sinful and we'll both rot in hell. Tell me, Ryan, and I'll leave and life will take its course. But if you can't tell me that..." I trailed off, flicking my gaze down the length of his body. I was dressed in one of his old tee shirts and boxers, the cotton of both leaving little to the imagination, worn and faded as they were. And I saw his own boxers, he must have pulled them on sometime last night, and the bulge beneath them as it stirred... and grew hard. I reached out, scooting closer, dragging the tips of my fingers over that lump that twitched to my light stroke.
He groaned softly, pulling in a breath, reaching out a hand to stop me.
