Hero
The party has died down some. Isabel is still gorgeous and she still has no fucking clue. I guess it’s good for Hunter. I know my brother and he isn’t going to let Isabel far from his sights now that she came back to him. They seem more bonded than ever. Inseparable even. Everyone thought Hunter killed Isabel. It’s ironic that half the town’s population is here, celebrating them. It’s hilarious how things work out sometimes.
I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the door, hoping Naya comes through. She looks as editable as cotton candy in a dark blue leather dress that hugs her figure too perfectly. Jesus. She takes my breath away every time I see her. How the hell can she get more beautiful over time? I love my sister. Swear to Christ I do, but I love her more as a lover than an actual little sister. They way we are with each other…is just more than a typical brother and sister relationship. We mean more to one another. Now I only have to convince her of that.
I send her a quick text.
Me: Come to my room.
Naya: No.
Me: Please. It’s been forever since I’ve seen you.
Naya: Lark loves me. This is wrong.
Me: What about me? I love you, too. Am I of no concern anymore?
Naya: You’re selfish.
Me: Only when it comes to you. Please come to my room. I need you right now.
I power my phone off because ten minutes pass and she doesn’t text back. I double over and rest my elbows on my knees, running my fingers through my hair to squeeze it by the roots, the pain spikes throughout my scalp and ripples all over my body. God, it feels incredible.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I lie back on the bed and stare at the white ceiling. How the hell did my life end up like this? I already know the answer. But still. It’s a fucking pathetic existence I’m living. I’ve been sober for all of five weeks and I’m more than ready to throw the squeaky clean lifestyle of sobriety away. Naya asked me to get sober, and I did it for her. I gave up the booze, the pills, the sex, everything for Naya.
And what do I get in return?
Fucking silence.
My eyelids squeeze shut with my mind wandering to my time in Paris. I met someone. It happened so suddenly and at a McDonald’s of all places. They might not remember me at all. But when I met that person a bond was formed. I don’t know what it means exactly…
I’m lying.
That’s the thing you don’t know about me.
I’m a liar.
I lie a lot.
I do know what it means.
It means I have to see them again.
And soon…
My room door creaks open and I crack open an eyelid. Naya dressed in her skin-tight dark blue dress comes through my door. She shuts it back and locks it. Lifting myself up, I sit up and watch her. Her deep black silky hair flows down her back and her bright green eyes has me in trance that I never want to weak up from.
I swallow thickly as she slowly walks towards me one step at a time. Naya’s green eyes are blazing once she sets her sights on me. Her eyes transform into a dark shade that almost looks as black as her hair. I wonder if she has any idea how sexy she is.
My shaky hands go to her hips when she steps in-between my legs. I lean my head on her stomach and she runs her fingers through my hair. “Love me, Naya.”
“We can’t keep doing this, Hero.” Her voice is as tired and as cheerless I feel.
She’s right.
But I’m not interested in who is correct, who’s right, and who’s wrong.
The only thing I want right now is her and her body rubbing against mine.
“I need you, Naya.”
Her small hands touch my face, running along my cheeks and the seam of my lips. “I love you. I do this because I love you. This is our last time, Hero. I can’t…” she chokes on her tears. “We can’t keep this up. I love Lark and he loves me.” I hold her closer and press my face closer into her stomach.
Naya doesn’t allow me to hide this time. She grasps my chin, forcing me to look into her glassy eyes. “This is our last time, Hero. I mean that with everything I have. This is it.”
I nod and I know I should tell her to leave, tell her what a fuck-up I am for asking this of her, and how sorry I am for doing this to us and our relationship.
But I can’t.
I can’t because I’m selfish.
So I won’t.
She removes her hands from my face and holds my eyes captive as she takes off her dress, revealing icy blue lace panties and a matching bra.
My mouth waters, my dick hardening and painfully straining against my zipper. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get past you, Naya. You have my heart.”
Naya screws her eyes shut and bows her head with a heady expression contorting her features. Taking in this brief moment, I devour her angelic sight. She’s too perfect for me. I know this. Her eyes open with a steely resolve. “Tell me what you need from me, Hero. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Tell me you love me some more,” I whisper, lifting her hand and placing it on my chest. “Touch me. Fucking love me. Do whatever you like. I’m yours. I need you to cure this loneliness. You’re the one keeping me alive.”
Naya takes off my shirt first, raining sweet kisses across my collarbone. Her attentive hands explore the plane of my chest, running along my sides. She unbuttons my jeans and pulls down my fly. Her fingers hook under the elastic waistband of my boxers and I lift my hips so she can pull down my pants and underwear. Naya wraps her firm fingers around me, slowly sinking down on my cock. A flare of intense desire surges down my spine, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
She looks deep into my eyes, sliding her nose down mine and I have to fight hard not to shudder. “I love you, Hero.”
“I love you more,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her generous mouth.
Naya pushes down on my shoulder and my back hits the pillow of the soft mattress. She interlocks her fingers with mine, moving her hips in an unhurried circler motion that has my body ablaze and my dick hard as stone.
“Fucking ride me, Naya,” I beg, lifting my hips off the bed, going deeper inside of her.
She gives her head a slight shake and with a heavy groan I drop back to the bed. “No. Not right now. I want to feel you, Hero.” Her hands squeezes mine as she slowly grinds down on top of me, closing her eyes and tossing her head back in pure pleasure. “I want to feel every inch of you. Every inch.”
My eyes turn into slits as I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to bring it home early. She rides me slow and easy with all the leisure in universe. Naya’s dark hair cascades over her breasts all the way down to her back like a river of midnight water.
My hands caress up and down the sides of her curves, marveling at how soft her golden skin feels under my palms. Then I glide my hand into the nape of her neck, fisting a handful of long hair and tugging it harshly to keep me rooted deep within her.
My free hand pinches her dusky nipples between my clenched fingers. I watch her sensitive skin pucker and I close my mouth around her nipple that tastes sweeter than honey and sugar combined. “Fuck me, Naya.”
“Hero,” she gasps with her entire body quivering.
“Let me feel you come, Naya,” I order, feeling her internal muscles squeeze me to the point of pain.
She nods, riding me harder.
“Just like that, baby,” I say, jerking my hips up for her.
“Sweetie,” she whimpers as a rush of warm fluid trickles down between us.
She groans in protest when I withdraw myself. We switch positions and I lay her on her back and pause to kiss her tummy as I glide down her body. “I have to taste you, Naya.”
“Hero,” she says so low and softly I feel it in my dick when I wrap my hands under legs to spread her thighs that gleam with her arousal. Bending my head between her legs, I lap at her wetness there. My tongue slides through her folds. I close my eyes and moan into her. She’s too fucking sweet. Naya’s the nectar in life that I was never supposed to have tasted. She’s my sister. She’s taboo. She’s forbidden fruit. She’s wasn’t meant for me and yet I have my head shoved between her legs and my tongue deep in her pussy.
I love my sister.
I do.
But it’s a tragedy that I love fucking her almost as much.
She moans thrusting on top of my mouth. Grinning, I dip my tongue inside her, licking up all the wet goodness she has for me, not wasting a drop. Her hips surge forward, her fingers curl in my hair and she comes again in my mouth.
“Naya, you’re the only one that makes everything okay when it feels like the sky is falling down on me.” I kiss her inner thighs. “I love you, Naya.”
I lean back and straighten my pose, wrapping my hand around my cock and pushing into her again. My trembling arms brace on either sides of her as I hold myself up once I’m fully inside of her. “I love you so much, Naya. I would do anything to protect you, even if that means protecting you from me,” I say hoarsely, pulling out and thrusting into her and hitting her cervix.
She makes a pained noise in the back of her throat, squeezing her eyes shut and tossing her head into the pillows.
“I love you so much that I can let you go, Naya. I can and I will for you.” Reaching down, I fiercely rub her clit until she’s breathless and frantic under me. Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers and collect her moans.
I’m barely holding on as it is, but I don’t allow myself to come. No. Not yet. She has to enjoy this. She has to understand how much I love her, how much I will miss her, how much I wish things could stay the same between us.
I flip her on her tummy and part her legs, gingerly pushing into her. Naya begins to cry softly into the sheets as I move carefully inside of her. Her body shakes with silent sobs, her inner walls constricting around me. I swell inside of her, my dick pluses as it absorbs the trembling in her body that her tears cause. I thrust deeper into her, wanting it all for myself.
Pressing my chest into her back, I give her all my weight.
She whimpers but arches her hips back, meeting my slow strokes.
My hands move on top of hers, my fingers lacing through. “I’ll take your tears, Naya. I’ll take your pain. I’ll take your body. I’ll take your pleasure, because I want it all Naya.” I withdraw and push into her harder, making her gasp and squeeze my fingers. “I want it all, baby. I want all of you.”
She screams out when she comes again.
I don’t give her time to catch her breath when I turn her over on her back and begin licking her with abandonment. My tongue lashes at her clit. My fingers plunge into her as far as they can. And I suck and bite everywhere my mouth lands.
“Am I good enough for you now, Naya?” I ask, when her hips buckle on top of my mouth.
She pushes my head away and manages to straddle me despite her trembling limbs. Naya carefully lowers herself on me and I shut my eyes and groan out like a wounded bear in frustration. She feels better than any pill or drink that I have ever had. Warmth surges up the base of my spine and my balls tighten. I come instantly.
Naya places her hands on my chest, leaning down to kiss my lips. “I love you, Hero. You’ve always been good enough for me.” She continues to ride me. My dick is sore and aching, but I will never tell her to stop. I need her like this now. This is our last time, we might as well fuck until we are both debilitated and too wrapped into each other to tell where I begin and she ends.
Hooking a hand around the back of her neck, I grip her there and pull her face towards mine so I can taste and bite her lips.
She takes in a sharp breath, losing it immediately when I thrust up into her.
My breath comes in fast spurts when her nails drag down my chest, clawing me and marking me with harsh red stinging welts.
Naya leans forward, licking at the trickle of scarlet from a welt where she broke skin. I kiss her lips and taste my metallic blood on them, wanting to make this high last longer, because anything is worth trying to gain more of Naya.
“Fuck,” I whisper hoarsely, coming again.
Her legs tighten around me as she strokes my back, absorbing my orgasm shockwaves.
We don’t say anything more. It’s just our hearts beating against one another.
And that’s enough.
For now.