Authors: Alycia Taylor
CHAPTER
TEN
LEXI
I got dressed to go out for this drink tonight
like
I was getting ready for a date. I had to keep stopping
myself and asking what the hell I was doing. The problem was I just kept on
doing it. I was trying so hard to keep the fact that he was my stepbrother in
the forefront of my mind, but every time I looked at him, my brain wanted to
override that fact.
The bar he took me to was really cute. It was just
an old country bar, but it had charm and the people all seemed really friendly.
At first I thought it was strange that he had introduced me only as a friend
and hadn’t said anything about the fact that I was his stepsister, but after a
little thought I decided he probably just thought people would find it weird
that he was taking me out to a bar.
I was on my second beer when Mark saw me watching
the people playing darts in the corner. “You play darts?” he asked.
I took a long swig off the beer and answered, “I’ve
been known to throw a dart or two.”
He smiled.
“How about a friendly
game?”
“Sure.”
I sat and watched as he went over and talked to the
people who were playing. It was three guys and they looked like ranch hands to
me. Of course, that was what I’d thought Mark was, too. Maybe they were bull
riders…I don’t know. I could tell Mark knew them by the friendly banter they
were throwing back and forth. I didn’t hear what Mark said, but I heard one of
the guys say, “He takes second and all of a sudden he’s a stud and we’re
supposed to let him and his lady take our dart game over.”
It was obviously said in jest and with affection,
but what I noticed the most about it was that Mark didn’t correct him when he
called me his “lady.” This was getting weirder, I told myself as I walked over
near them. I was prepared to correct him myself. Mark interrupted when I
stepped up and said, “Hi.”
“Guys, this is Lexi. Lexi this is Sam, John, and
Bubba. These are three of the guys you saw eating dirt today.”
I smiled. “It’s nice to meet you all,” I said.
“He’s all big talk today, but I’ve been watching him
eat dirt since he was a kid.”
“I think you all did a fine job,” I told them. Mark
rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.
The guy named Sam looked me over then and said, “You
are way too good for this broken down cowboy. If you ever want a real man…”
Mark’s posture suddenly straightened and his eyes narrowed.
“Sam, you’re one of my best friends. Since you’re
drunk, I’m going to give you a hell of a chance here and beg you not to finish
that sentence.”
Sam was still looking at me. Finally he turned to
look at Mark and said, “I was just messing around.”
“Go mess around somewhere else,” Mark told him. The
time had passed for me to tell the men that I wasn’t Mark’s date, I was his
stepsister. I let them walk away without saying anything, but I had to wonder
why Mark sticking up for me had felt so good. Maybe it was because I’d never
had a brother. Maybe it was because I was a creepy, incestuous pervert…who knew?
Mark went over to the board and retrieved the darts.
He walked back over and held out the three with red flags on them towards me.
Our fingers touched as I took the darts out of his hand and my damned mind went
back to that dark place again. I shook it off again as he palmed the blue ones
and said, “Ladies first.” I stood behind the line and concentrated. I am very
competitive and even in a friendly game of darts – I didn’t want to lose. “Need
some help there?” he asked.
“Nope.”
“You look focused, are you focused?”
“I was, before you interrupted me.”
“Sorry, just trying to help.”
“I don’t need your help. Now hush!” I could tell he
was trying not to smile as I closed one eye and lined the tip of the dart up
with the board.
“Visualizing it are you?”
I laughed. “Hush!”
I was about to throw the dart when he whispered,
“You see where you want to put it?”
“Shut up!”
He laughed. “Are you sure you never had a brother
before? You sure are mean like a sister. I’m just trying to help.”
“You’re just scared you’re
gonna
lose to a girl.”
“I throw darts as good as I ride bulls,” he said.
“Oh good.
Then I’ll win for sure.” I giggled at the look on his face as the dart left my
hand. It landed and stuck just outside the bull’s eye. I whooped and clapped my
hands. “Did you see that?” I asked him.
“It was hard to see through the tears you brought on
by being so mean,” he said with a grin.
“Would you like me to do it again and show you how
it’s done?”
“I got this, thanks,” he said. “But just so you
know, I’m pretty sure I got taken by a shark here.”
“Technically you have to be playing for something to
get taken,” I told him. As soon as I saw the look on his face I knew what he
wanted. That tickle low in my belly got deeper and I had to turn away. I heard
him clear his throat. He pulled out his wallet and took out a twenty.
“Loser buys the next round,” he said. I took a deep
breath and looked back at him. He’d lost the lustful look that was there, but
now I knew for sure he was thinking the same things I was. We were both a
couple of
pervs
.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
MARK
I could feel the sweat beading up on my forehead.
What the hell was I doing? What was I thinking? I did not bring Lexi out with
the intentions of flirting with her and acting
like
she was my date. I honestly did not. But God help me, I couldn’t seem to stop
myself. The more beer I drink, the harder it gets, too. Maybe I should stop
drinking. With a trembling hand, I threw my dart. It landed about as far out of
the bull’s eye as it could get and still be stuck to the board. I heard her
giggle…Damn, I was beginning to love that sound. I needed another beer and
although I didn’t smoke, maybe a cigarette. I definitely needed something. I turned
to look at her and tried to pull off a casual shrug.
“Just a little to the left next time,” she said.
“Thanks for the tip.”
She picked up the twenty. “Thanks for the beer.
Oh, bartender!”
We played several rounds of darts and drank several
more beers before we moved over to the pool table that had finally been
vacated. “Have you been known to hit a pool ball or two in your time?” I asked
her.
She wrinkled her nose and said, “I played once, in
high school.” I had the feeling I was being taken again
Instead of saying that, I asked her, “So, do you
want me to show you how to hold that stick?”
“I’d love for you to show me how to hold the stick,”
she said. She was starting to slur her words a little bit and inviting me to
touch her.
As much as it pained me to put a stop to all of
this friendliness, no more beer for her.
I stepped up behind her thinking I must be crazy. No
more beer for me either…after I show her how to hold onto that stick. I let my
body lean into hers and I felt all kinds of things happening in all kinds of
wrong places. It felt so damned right though, so I didn’t stop. I put my arms
around hers and put my hands on hers. I moved one up and one down slightly. I
could feel her breathing speed up and mine seemed to be trying to mimic hers. I
helped her take aim at the cue ball and then with my lips dangerously close to
the side of her pretty face, I said, “Okay, now all you have to do is let it
slide between your fingers…” She did that, leaning back slightly as she did.
Fuck, I had crossed the place of no return. Unless she hosed me down, I didn’t
think I would be able to turn back at this point. “Then you use this arm,” I
told her, sliding my hand up her arm and helping her pull it back. I heard her
breath catch in her throat and actually felt the goosebumps rise on her arms.
“Now you just let it go.” I let my lips touch the side of her face then and in
a breathless voice because I just couldn’t seem to get enough air I said, “Let
it go, Lexi…let go.”
She spun around to face me and suddenly our lips
were tangled up. I moved my hands up to her face and kissed her. I didn’t hold
back and neither did she. This was no butterfly kiss between siblings. This was
one of those kisses where you both walk away with your lips swollen and
bruised. She parted her lips, and I moaned against her mouth as my tongue slid
into her warm, wet mouth. She tasted like beer and something sweet, and I let
my tongue probe and taste the darkest crevices of her mouth as I imagined what
I could do to the rest of her body with it. She let her tongue come up and
dance against mine. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, and I could
hardly breathe. I’d never been this affected by as kiss before. I had deep ache
in the center of my core that I suddenly knew would never be satisfied until I
had her.
I pulled back from the kiss and looked at her face.
Her cheeks were all flushed and pink and her lips were indeed swollen. She was
panting and gasping for air, and as I looked into her eyes, I could see the
kind of desire there that I was feeling in my own gut.
“There’s an old barn out back…I could show you the
true meaning of ‘roll in the hay’ if you’re interested,” I said in a raspy
voice. She nodded. I was honestly shocked. I thought she would say no. I
wondered just how drunk she was. “Are you sure, Lexi? You want this?”
In a low, sexy whisper she said, “I want you, Mark.”
My head nearly exploded. I took her hand and led her out the back. The old barn
stood now for the sole purpose of being a landmark in the county. I was
planning for us to make our mark on it tonight.
My cock was throbbing before we even made it to the
barn. When we got there, I tossed my hat onto a pile of hay and grabbed her
around the waist. I covered her mouth with mine again. I could feel the heat
coming from her body and as we kissed hard again, I wondered if I’d ever wanted
anyone this badly before. A dark thought crossed my mind then…what if I wanted Lexi
this badly partly because the idea of having her was so taboo? I quickly
snuffed it out and began undressing her. I guess I was taking too long on the
buttons because she pushed my hands back and took over.
“Take off your shirt,” she said. I wasn’t going to
argue with that. I pulled at the snaps, thanking the Lord for them, and then I
shrugged out of it. My eyes were riveted to the sight before me. Lexi was
standing there in a red lace bra and her skirt. She was using her heels to kick
off her boots. I reached around behind her and unhooked the bra. As her
beautiful breasts
came
tumbling out, I pulled her up
against me so I could feel them pressing into my bare chest. Her nipples were
hard and the touch of them against my skin sent vibrations rocketing downward.
While we kissed, I unbuttoned the back of her skirt and let it fall down around
her ankles. I pulled back again to look at her. She was wearing a red lace
thong. Her body was everything I had imagined that it would be, and then some.
I leaned down and took one of her nipples between my lips. She shuddered and
put her hands in my hair while I kissed it and ran my tongue in a circle around
the outside of it. She pulled my head hard against her chest, so I amped up the
action. I sucked her breast all the way into my mouth and while I sucked, I
licked and nipped. She was making little mewling noises – it was sexy as hell.
I traded breasts and licked and sucked the other one until she was shaking all
over. I reached down and took the waistband of her thong and peeled it down
over her smooth thighs. When it reached her ankles, she lifted her feet and
stepped out of both her panties and her skirt at the same time. I bent down to pick
up the skirt and fanned it out across the bale of hay behind her. Then I took
her hand and guided her down so she was sitting on it. She reached up and ran
her hands across my chest and down my arms, pausing to trace her fingers across
the tattoo there. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, taking the boxers
with them. I heard her gasp as my cock sprang out. It was one of those
ego-boosters that men loved, especially coming from the hottest woman alive.
I knelt down and used my arms to part her legs. She
was looking down at me with those sexy eyes of hers filled with lust as I bent
forward and licked the inside of her right thigh. She gasped again, and I
licked the other. She moaned and reached under her thighs and lifted her legs
so they were planted widely on the edges of the hay bale. I was the one to
groan now as I moved in and licked the sensitive skin along the outsides of her
pussy. She shuddered as I let my tongue run down from the top of her slit to
the bottom. I let my tongue skim across the hood of her hard clit that was
peeking out at me. God, she was as sweet as she was gorgeous. I glanced up at
her face to make sure she was still okay. She had her head back against the
stall behind her and her eyes were closed.
I licked once more along her opening, spreading her open
a little with my tongue as I did. She arched her hips and put her hands back in
my hair, pulling me in tighter. I let my tongue dive inside her then, and she
cried out as I moved it in and out between her tight muscles. Bringing a hand
up, I let one of my fingers slip into her. She was so wet, and her walls
gripped my finger tightly as I let it work in and out of her and returned my
attentions to her engorged clit. I sucked it into my mouth and held it with my
lips while I let my tongue glide back and forth across it. She was moving her
hips up and down, making louder noises. My cock jumped with each sexy sound
that escaped from her lips. I let a second finger slide into her. She wrapped
her fingers up in my hair tightly and I found myself glad that I hadn’t gotten
a haircut in a while. I worked the fingers in and out, harder and faster as she
moaned and squirmed and bucked her hips. I could feel her getting ready for an
orgasm. The muscles of her sweet pussy clamped down on my fingers and held them
there while the warm liquid oozed out of her sex.