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Part Two Is finally here, hope you all enjoy! Happy Reading! And yes, this was edited♥
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I woke Monday morning to the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I reached over, slapping my hand around until it connected to it, and grabbed it. Still, in a state of sleep, I dropped it on my face. "Fuck!"
Rubbing my forehead with one hand, I unlock the phone and squint at the screen to show a missed call and a text from Dayna. "Hey! I know you probably don't want to hear but letting you know we just left for the trip and everyone wanted to tell you how much we are going to miss you and wished you were coming with us. I will text you soon! Love you!" All of them yelled "We Love you Lizzie!" then the message stopped. I sighed and grumbled a bit, both happy for them and upset at me. Dayna's text was the same as her voicemail, so I just replied with a heart symbol and set my phone down.
I lay in bed for a while. I had no motivation to get up or move. Knowing mom and Dave were at work and Ryan was probably sleeping or gaming beings, he didn't have to work tonight. It was quiet. So quiet it made me anxious for a strange reason. Squinting the clock on the wall, the time was 10:30 am when my bladder decided it was time to move. Swinging my legs over the bed, I slipped into my slippers and scuffed out of my room into the bathroom.
The house was still so quiet, not even a sound from Ryan's room. I looked at myself in the mirror after washing my hands and brushing my teeth and hair, deciding today was messy bun day, and pulled it up. It was humid even in the AC.
I made my way down to the kitchen where I saw a note on the fridge from mom listing a small to-do for me. Clean out the fridge, take the garbage out, do laundry and unload the dishwasher. Not so bad. Running back up to my room, pushed off my panties, and pulled off my nightshirt to change into a black tank-top, gray yoga shorts, and my flip-flops snagged my phone, and returned to the kitchen. Popping on a playlist, I opened the fridge and pulled all its contents out while humming along to Asylum by Disturbed.
Halfway into cleaning out the fridge, I completed culling out all expired items and old takeout containers, spoiled fruits, and veggies from the crisper. Grabbing the multi-purpose cleaner, I bent forward to wipe out the shelves and bottom of the fridge so I could put everything back when a painful smack to my ass jolted me farther into the fridge, making me squeal and knock off the shelf above my head. "What the fuck!" I yelled when I felt it again, and this time I groaned. It stung, being smacked in the same place twice the second, harder than the first. SMACK. Again, in the same spot, and this time I moaned out, pressing my head to the bottom of the fridge as I expected another, but felt a hand rubbing my abused ass in gentle circles. Biting my bottom lip, I turned my head to look behind me, seeing Ryan on his knees. "What are you doing?" I asked. A mischievous grin stretched on his face when he lifted his hand and smacked me even harder than the first three. I moaned louder, my body stiffened. "Fuck.." The fire inside me ignited, making my pussy hot and soaking my panties. His hand returned to caressing where he smacked and suddenly trailed down between my legs. I felt his fingers run along with my covered mound and applied pressure. "Ryan..." I whispered.
"You're already wet," he said, moving his fingers up and down my covered lips. "It makes me think you like it."
I lost my voice and could only manage a squeak. I tried to push back against him so I could get out of the fridge but he pushed me back in with his hips with a hard thrust, rubbing his fingers faster than stopped to grab my hips and pulled so I fell into his lap when I was free from the fridge. My head snapped back at him, shooting him a glare. "What the hell was....." his lips cut me off, smashing into mine. He was hungry. His hands gripped my breasts and squeezed, making me moan into his mouth when his tongue attacked mine. He tasted sweet and minty from just brushing his teeth. It was intoxicating. My body screamed for more, but my head screamed no. conflicted by the rights and wrongs of everything that was taking place. He is my brother, and here I am, letting him feel me up and kiss me as if I were his girlfriend.
As kids, we used to play house; him being the husband and me the wife; wedding and all. Our parents thought it was adorable, and I loved it. The game lasted for years until our mom found us kissing in the playhouse we used to have in the backyard. I was 9, and he was 11. She yelled at us, but mainly Ryan, for being too old to kiss his sister like that. Our father took down the playhouse when we went back to school that year. I was more upset about the playhouse, not understanding why. As the years passed and we got older, I guess that faded from our memories, until now.
Ryan pulled his lips from mine, gazing into my eyes like I was going to vanish the second he blinked. He leaned in to kiss me again when his phone rang, stopping inches from me, and growled. Reaching back, he grabbed his phone and answered.
"Hello?"
His body changed. He was agitated. Moving me out of his lap, he stood and walked out of the kitchen. Again, he leaves me soaked and unable to think. Asshole.
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Later that afternoon, I had the list complete, finishing with taking the garbage out to the front yard when Ryan pulled into the driveway. He still looked agitated from this morning. Dropping the bag into the can, I closed the lid and turned to head back inside. A strange feeling told me it was Rena who called. He never got like that otherwise.
Rena and I were close at one point. I looked at her as a big sister. Until the day Ryan called me, informing me that he was coming back home. When he told me she had cheated on him with his best friend, my heart broke for him. I knew how much he loved her.
When Ryan came inside, I had grabbed a sprite and went to the basement. It was cooler down there and the couch was softer. Turning on the TV, I flipped through the channels, finding a documentary on ocean life, Bioluminescent creatures. I enjoyed anything in the ocean. I wanted to become a marine biologist when I was in middle school and, before that, of course, a mermaid. Curling up in the couch's corner, I rested my head on the arm while I watched.
Ryan quietly came down, startling me when he sat at the other end of the couch, leaning back with his legs stretched out, almost touching my ass. He never spoke a word but had that look like he was hurting again all over his face. My eyes met his, and they locked. He held out his arms for me and I turned, crawling over his legs to where he was and he wrapped his arms around me as I laid my head on his chest, sliding my arms around his torso. His heartbeat was fast and his breathing was heavy like he has been trying to calm himself down.
"Are you okay?" I asked, looking up at him.
He sighed, keeping his eyes on mine. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
"You sure? Your breathing is off." He smiled a little, reaching his hand down to cup under my chin, tilting my chin up.
"I'm sure, I promise." He whispered before pressing his lips gently into mine. I accept it, pressing one of my hands to his chest to hold myself up. Our lips moved together slowly, but with a deep passion as he let a relaxed sigh as he pulled away. "Just stay with me a while."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Hmm, you won't like it."
"Can still tell me anyway, you tell me everything."
"Yeah, that's true. But, I don't want you to, ya know. Go all Lizzie smash."
"I don't do that!" I snorted. Ryan chuckled and shook his head.
"Then why did you kick a dent in my truck?"
"Spider?"
"Hmm nope."
"Beetle..."
