Wilson's Hard Lesson (18 page)

One Week Later

“Kylie? Kylie, what are you thinking about?” Daisy asked,
shaking her friend’s arm.

“Hmm? What?” Kylie asked, lifting her chin out of her hand.
“What was the question?”

Daisy giggled, and tossed her shoulder length black relaxed
hair over her bare shoulder. She could tell when her childhood friend was
thinking about a boy, and this was one of those moments. She needed the scoop.

“I was asking you what you were thinking about. But I think
I need to rephrase and ask you
who
you were thinking about,” she
replied.

A blush bloomed in Kylie’s pale cheeks and she lowered her
head down so that she stuck her straw in her mouth without touching the glass.
The sweet, alcoholic mix of her blueberry margarita slid up her straw and
pumped in to her mouth, filling it with its dizzying goodness. It had been a
week since Brandon had come home, and though she loved seeing her brother again.
She was also very confused by everything that she was feeling for him.

He was her step- brother, her annoying, acne faced
stepbrother who at one point had put gum in her hair. But he was no longer that
immature kid. Brandon was now a man. A calm, mature, alpha that had starred in
several of her fantasies since he had arrived home. The only problem was, he
was
her brother.
Still, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem
to get him out of her mind.

So after days of trying to push herself into a hobby, or
help her mother in the garden, or even volunteering at the local food bank, she
called up her oldest friend, Daisy, and together they went to The Whistler. It
was one of the three bars in their small town, and Kylie’s favorite. It had an
old time saloon feel to it, with peanut shells and sawdust on the floor, and
four old pool tables in the back that had seen better days.

The bartender/owner, Lou, was a sweet old man who always
ended up giving Kylie and Daisy free drinks because of their sweet nature. That
night the bar was surprisingly full. All of the pool tables had been taken up,
and because of the local band there were a small crowd gathered around the
makeshift stage. As usual though, Lou, sensing they were going to stop by, had
saved them their favorite booth and had prepared them a batch of popcorn
chicken.

“Spill,” Daisy said, nudging her friend with two of her
long, pointed fingernails. “Who are you thinking about?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Kylie murmured, reaching
out to grab a piece of chicken and dunk it into the barbeque sauce. “Can’t we
just talk about something else?”

Daisy rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. “Hello? That’s
what I’ve been trying to do! But you keep fading away from me. It’s like you
can’t focus on anything but what’s going on in your head.”

“I’m sorry,” Kylie apologized. “It’s just that I- oh crap.”

“What?” Daisy asked, following her friend’s line of sight.
Her eyes went large as she took in the sexy hunk that just walked in the door.
“Tell me that is not your brother,” she said, her own fantasies already running
wild.”

“Yep,” Kylie sighed, wishing the feeling of wanting would go
away. “That’s him all right.”

Brandon had come through the door with two of his high
school friends, Jake and Thomas. From what Kylie could remember from the small
town gossip, Jake had gone to school in Johnstown and had become an x-ray
technician at their county hospital, and Thomas, not much for book smarts, took
over his uncle’s auto repair shop that rested way back in the boonies. His
customers were usually the old farmers that needed tractor repairs or, by some
grace of God, ways to keep the hundred-year-old pickup trucks going.

“As I live and breathe,” Daisy said, letting her slight
southern drawl come out a bit heavier than usual. “Brandon Baker.”

Brandon smiled down at Kylie’s old friend and opened his
arms to receive her hug. “Hi Daisy. You’re looking good girl.”

Giggling, Daisy smoothed her hands down her pale yellow
sundress, and once again tossed her freshly relaxed hair over her shoulder.
“You’re lookin’ pretty good yourself there, soldier,” Daisy replied, batting
her eyelashes.

“You girls remember Jake and Thomas don’t you?” Brandon
asked, waving to his two friends.

“Oh I remember you,” Daisy replied, taking on a meaner tone.
She bawled up her fists and planted them on her hips. “You two boys used always
throw water balloons right at my hair!”

Jake had the decency to try and stifle his chuckle, whereas
Thomas just flat out laughed.

“Well yeah,” Thomas laughed. “Because you always screamed
the loudest.”

With an open hand Daisy swiped at his tanned, muscled
shoulder. “That’s because black girls don’t like getting their hair wet.
Especially when it just got done!”

This time Jake couldn’t fight back the laughter, and even
Brandon had a hard time not joining in. It was a long time ago, but all three
men could still remember how angry Daisy had been every time she got his with
one of their water balloons. She’d stomp her little feet, curse the devil, and
go running to Kylie.

“Well,” Jake said through his laughter. “To make up for such
dirty deeds that we cast upon you ladies so long ago, what do you say you let
us buy your drinks for the night?”

“Pssh, please,” Daisy said, folding her arms and rolling her
eyes. “We all know ya’ll make diddly squat.”

“Actually, no. Not anymore. Jake here got promoted to chief
technician, and I just landed an account at the grainery,” Thomas explained. As
proof, he pulled out a wad of cash and flashed it in her face. “So please. Let
us make it up to you?”

~

Kylie laughed with her entire body as she heard Jake and
Brandon retelling the story about how Thomas had burned his eyebrows clear off
of his face. She had felt a sense of dread when she first saw Brandon and the
boys walk into the bar. But to her surprise, they were all actually having a
really good time. They had ordered a few more appetizers, and just like Thomas
and Jake had promised, they had gotten everyone a fresh round of drinks. Now,
everyone was clearly buzzed, and having a great time recalling the shenanigans
of their youth.

“Hey, can you scoot out?” Kylie asked Daisy. “I have to
pee.” After the guys had arrived, the two girls had taken one side of the
booth, and had given the boys the other.

“Oh, I’ll go too,” Daisy said, taking her hand. “Come on
girl.”

Together the two young women made their way back to the one
stall unisex bathroom, where they took turns holding the door shut for one
another.

“You know, I kind of expected Thomas to have a big old beer
gut like his daddy and uncle did,” Daisy mused as she hovered above the toilet
seat. “But he’s actually in really good shape.”

“That surprised me too,” Kylie admitted, prancing back and
forth against the door, waiting her turn. “So you really haven’t seen him?”

Daisy had decided to get her associate’s degree, but stopped
there. With the connections her mother had, and her degree, she’d been able to
land a job at the bank as an assistant manager. Unlike Kylie, Daisy was a
homebody, and had no desire to go out and see the world.

From inside the stall Daisy flushed the toilet, straightened
her dress, and came out. As they switched places, she answered Kylie’s
question. “I haven’t worked at the teller stations in a while, but honestly, I
don’t think he comes in at all. He runs a cash business and the old cabin he
stays in was bought and paid for before he was even born,” she explained.

Once done, the girls washed their hands and headed back out
to their booth, where they were surprised to see that the seating arrangements
had been changed.

“What’s this?” Daisy asked, raising an eyebrow. “Us girls
got to stick together you know.”

Jake got up out of the booth and leaned down to whisper into
Daisy’s ear. “Actually Thomas was hoping to sit next to you, and I was hoping
to sit next to Kylie. You know, to get to know each other again.”

Daisy smiled coyly, and gave a subtle nod. “All right,” she
whispered. “But if there’s any unwanted handsy stuff from you or him, I’m
kickin’ both your asses,” she warned.

“On my honor ma’am,” Jake replied, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Honey I’m going to sit on this side with Thomas, okay? Why
don’t you sit over there with Brandon and Jake?”

“Yeah man,” Jake said, motioning for Brandon to come out of
the booth. Why don’t you let Kylie slide in there and you can sit on my other
side?”

“I’m fine here,” Brandon said simply. Before Jake could
argue, Kylie slid into the booth right up to her brother and patted the outside
seat beside her.

“You sitting down or not?” She asked.

Jake held back a sigh of frustration, and slide in beside
her. At least it was better than nothing, he thought. Once again the table fell
easily into conversation, and another round was ordered. By that time, everyone
was getting overly affectionate with one another; even Thomas and Daisy had
their arms wrapped around one another as if they had been dating for years.

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this,” Kylie
admonished as she took in the lighthearted scene. “But this actually turned
into a really nice night. It looks like boys can turn into men after all!”

Brandon’s hand landed softly on her bare, smooth thigh, and
he smiled over at her fondly. “I’ll drink to that,” he said, raising his glass
of beer.

“Here, here!” Thomas yelled, encouraging the toast. Together
all five of them raised their glassed to the center of the table and toasted
the night. Kylie, needing something to distract her from the warm hand that was
rest on her cool, naked thigh, downed the rest of her drink. She both loved and
hated that she had decided to wear such short shorts. Brandon’s touch was
sending warm, intoxicating little shivers up her spine, even though he was
barely moving his hand. On her other side, Jake looked a little too drunk, and
ready to try some touching of his own.

Tentatively, he put his arm around Kylie, hoping that she
would be okay with the intimate touching. Kylie froze as she felt the arm go
around her, and her eyes darted between her brother and his friend. Neither was
looking at her, but instead was focused on one another. She felt a discomfort rising
above them, and suddenly felt as if the night would not end on a good note if
they didn’t call it soon.

“Hey, um, you know what? I think I’m a little bit too
buzzed,” Kylie confessed, laughing at her own incapacity to handle alcohol.
“Daisy, how do you feel?”

“Nowhere near good enough to drive,” she confessed, leaning
heavily into Thomas’s shoulder.

“Me either,” Thomas admitted.

Jake, trying to be the hero, spoke up. “Hey if you guys
want, I have an empty house all to myself with couches and a couple spare
bedrooms. It’s only a block away, so if you want to crash with me I’m cool with
it.” He looked over to Kylie, hopeful. “What do you say there, chick?”

“I’m good to drive,” Brandon said, answering the question
for her. “I’ll get us home.”

“Great!” Daisy gushed, standing shakily on her feet.
“Thomas, are you cool with crashing with me at Jake’s?”

“Hell yeah!” Thomas said, sliding out of the booth. “Let me
just go take care of the tab.” As he did so, Jake turned back to Brandon,
looking him over carefully.

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive man?” He asked.

“Fit as a fiddle,” Brandon promised. “Really. We’ll be
fine.”

Jake’s eyes passed over Brandon and Kylie, who were still
the only ones sitting in the booth. “All right. Well get home safe you two, and
call me in the morning man.”

“Will do buddy,” Brandon assured him.

Together the group stood up and walked outside. Each of them
hugged Kylie then Brandon, and started wobbling down the street towards Jake’s
house. Before Jake turned to follow them, he pulled out a slip of paper and
pushed it into Kylie’s hand.

“I know you’re only home for the summer,” he said, with a
coy smile. “But, if you were interested in having some fun before you go back
to school, I hope you’ll give me a call.”

Kylie felt a blush rise in her cheeks as she took the slip
of paper into her hand. “Wow, um- thanks Jake,” she stammered. “If I’m
interested I’ll definitely give you a call.”

Jake’s smile faltered at her answer, but he quickly regained
his composure. It was not the excited yes he’d been hoping for, but it wasn’t a
flat out turn down either.

“Great! Well, goodnight.”

Without another word Jake turned on his heel and headed down
the street in an attempt to catch up to Thomas and Daisy, who were actually
headed the wrong way.”

“Are you really okay to drive?” Kylie asked, turned to
Brandon.

He shook his head. “No. But I didn’t feel like spending the
night trying to protect you from Jake either. Come on. The motel is just a
street down. I already promised Lou I’d be back to get my car in the morning.”
He held out his hand, and waited for her to take it. For a moment she just
stared at it, letting the mixture of excitement and nerves wash over her.

Kylie’s mind raced as she looked over the bedroom Brandon
had gotten for them. To his credit, he had tried for a double room, but the motel
only had king size beds available. In the lobby, he purchased a few bottles of
water and a bottle of four-dollar red wine for them. Currently Brandon was
unscrewing the cap and pouring it into two cups for each of them.

“Sorry if I was being a little over protective at the bar,”
Brandon said as he walked towards her. “I just wanted to let Jake know that
there was no way in hell I was going to let him take you home.”

Kylie let out a nervous laugh and graciously took the cup of
wine. Yes, she was already pretty buzzed. But she didn’t care. She liked the
way she was feeling, and didn’t want it to stop.

“No it’s okay. It shocked me a little when you put your hand
on my thigh, but I didn’t mind it. Actually, it was kind of nice,” she
admitted. “The only time I felt awkward was when Jake put his arm around me. I
didn’t really like that.”

Brandon grunted and swallowed half of the wine in his cup.
“Yeah. I didn’t quite like the way that made me feel either.”

Kylie, surprised, laughed and scooted further up the bed
until she was sitting cross-legged against the headboard. Her tiny shorts
barely covered the essentials, and with her legs folded the way they were, it
made it impossible for Brandon not to notice. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep
his eyes off of her.

“How did it make you feel,
brother?”
Kylie asked,
intrigued.

Brandon rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes. “Please
don’t call me that. It’s not like we’re related. You’re not my sister,” he
pushed.

Kylie shrugged, enjoying teasing him. “Maybe not by blood,
but you’ve always looked out for me like a brother.”

She watched as several emotions passed over Brandon’s face
at once. Finally, he sighed and reached out to stroke her cheek.

“For a long time I looked at you like a sister,” he
admitted, his voice low and full of sin. “But this last week, and probably from
here on out; I won’t look at you like a sister again.”

Kylie’s heart went into overdrive as she felt a surge of
wetness splash over her panties. “You won’t?” She rasped.

Brandon shook his head, leaning closer. “I can’t,” he
whispered. In one swift motion he raised his hand and captured the back of
Kylie’s head, pulling her close to him so that his lips could mold perfectly
over hers. She moaned in pleasure as soon as they made contact, and Brandon
quickly pulled her into his arms, not caring one bit that the wine in her cup
splashed over his. Throwing his empty cup to the side, Brandon used both hands
to pull her up until she was straddling his lap.

Her kiss had been tentative at first, but as soon as Kylie
was in his lap she changed gears. Her lips and tongue were playing sensually
over his, licking and nibbling and suckling as her fingernails scratched over
the fabric of his t-shirt. She wanted him, as much as he wanted her, of that
Brandon was absolutely sure. Still, he needed to hear her say it. Painfully he
wrenched his lips away from hers, leaving them both panting.

“Tell me you want this,” he groaned, his green eyes begging
for truth. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you,” Kylie whispered back immediately. “I don’t
want to stop.”

That was more than enough of an answer for Brandon, and with
a heady moan he brought his lips back to hers as his hands tugged down the
white flowing tube top. Her breasts, small but pert, bounced as they were let
out of their confines. Brandon nearly lost his mind when he felt the small
mounds fit perfectly into his hands, and he prayed that he could keep his cool.

Breaking the kiss, his mouth travelled down over her chin
and to her neck, where he kissed and lapped until he found her weak spot.
Gently he bit down, and he felt her entire body shiver and spasm as her
erogenous zone was triggered. He loved the way she trembled in his arms and he
yearned for more.

“More,” he whispered, kissing over her collarbone and down
her to the swell of her breasts. “Give me more.”

His mouth clamped down over right nipple as his fingers
gently pinched her left. Immediately he felt her body shiver again and all too
perfect moan of pleasure escaped through her lips and into his ear. At his
pelvis, he could feel her hips rocking back and forth, riding the ridge of his
erect cock through their jean shorts. She moved like a woman in need of a
release, and Brandon had never felt anything more arousing.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. In between them, she let her hands
wonder down to the waistband of Brandon’s pants, and she dipped her hand into
the fabric. Her fingertips brushed sensually against the sensitive tip of
Brandon’s cock, and he hissed and moaned as she felt around for a firmer grasp.

“You’re so big,” she moaned, loving the way he throbbed in
her hand.

“Every night,” he told her, pulling her off of his lap and
laying her back onto the bed. “Every night since I’ve come home I’ve felt
this.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing the large muscular chest and abdomen
that he had accrued over years of hard military service and training.

Kylie gulped as she took his Adonis-like body in, ready to
see what was hiding beneath his jeans. “Please,” she begged, pulling her tube
top and strapless bra up and away from her. “Please show me.”

Brandon gave her a wicked smile, and shook his head. “Not
yet,” he breathed. “Not until I fulfill at least one of my fantasies.”

Before Kylie could ask what he meant, Brandon’s lips were at
her breasts again, suckling and nuzzling while his hands made quick work of her
daisy duke shorts and black lace thong. He tossed the clothes to the side as if
they were the most annoying thing in the world, and proceeded to quickly burrow
his head between Kylie’s lean thighs.

“Oh!” Kylie gasped as his tongue found the golden spot,
dipped in honey and ready for him to eat. As soon as he tasted her juices he
became like a man possessed; wanting more and more of her as fast as she could
flow. Like a wicked game, he played his tongue expertly over her engorged,
sensitive clitoris and dipped it in between her wet, parted lips.

With intense pleasure coursing through her, Kylie arched her
back and gave herself up to Brandon’s wicked tongue. If his skillful technique
wasn’t enough to turn her on, his sounds of pleasure definitely were. His moans
of need and arousal were the sexiest sounds Kylie’s ears had ever heard, and
she knew as she listened to them that there would be nothing in the world that
would ever sound so sweet to her.

Her first orgasm came on quick and strong, making her entire
body shudder with pleasure. Unable to help herself, Kylie’s orgasm squirted
into Brandon’s willing and ready mouth, making him roll his eyes in the
pleasure of it all. She never wanted him to stop, but at the same time wanted
to know what it would feel like to be fully, deeply, connected to him.

“Please,” she moaned, her thighs shaking from both pleasure
and fatigue. “Please come here.”

Unable to deny her request, Brandon rose up to his knees,
his breath coming in heavy gasps as he wiped a dribble of Kylie away from his
chin. At his jeans, he sported a small wet spot on his crotch.  A witness, no doubt,
to the heaviness of his arousal.

“We could still stop,” Brandon rasped, his shoulders
twitching. “If you asked me to stop right now, I think I could. But if I
finished getting undressed Kylie-I don’t know if I could turn back.”

She wasn’t sure how, but Kylie felt her voice of reason
coming through the sexual fog. She was being given an opportunity to think
about what she was about to do, and she felt as if she should take it. Brandon
was her brother, yes. But only by marriage. If their parents hadn’t met and
fallen in love, they would never have been brought together, and Kylie wouldn’t
be feeling this strongly about the gorgeous marine standing in front of her.
This, she decided, no matter what taboo attached to it was, was a blessing for
her. An opportunity that she decided to not miss out on.

“Take your pants off,” she commanded.

Brandon let out a sigh of relief and quickly began to
unbutton his jeans. Kylie, not able to just lie there and wait, sat up to help.
Within seconds they had his jeans and briefs off, and Kylie gasped as she saw
the size of Brandon’s cock. Not only was he long, but also his girth was at
least that of two and a half two three inches. She wet her lips as her eyes
roamed over him, excitement making her wet all over again.

“Do you um, do you have anything?” she asked, not sure how
she was able to think so clearly as to ask such a question.

Brandon answered with a smirk, and reached down to pull a
magnum out of his wallet. “Come here,” he whispered, moving on his knees
towards her. Kylie immediately obeyed, lowering herself back onto the bed’s
duvet as Brandon nestled himself between her legs. Like an expert he had rolled
the condom on quickly and flawlessly, and the moment had finally come.

“Don’t stop,” Kylie whispered. For Brandon, that was the
only nudge he needed, and with a low exhale he surged forward and thrust
himself deeply between the warm, wet folds of Kylie. Brandon growled at her
tightness, and forced himself to go slow as he adjusted to her small size.
Beneath him, Kylie’s cheeks had turned a crimson red, and she had begun to
writhe him as her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back.

Together they began to move, their bodies working as one as
their hips came apart and surged together in a beautiful piece of machinery.
Kylie had never felt anything so all-encompassing in her life. Her past lovers,
though kind, were inexperienced and much,
much
smaller than Brandon.
Still, he worked his hips in a heavenly manner, and soon he was taking them
both to the precipice of the conjoined pleasure.

“Tell me you want me,” Kylie moaned, her orgasm close.

“I want you,” Brandon groaned, his own orgasm coiling
tightly in his belly. “I’ve wanted you since I came home.”

His words and actions were exactly what Kylie needed, and with
a scream of passion she felt her second orgasm ripple through her like an
uncontrollable tidal wave. Brandon quickly followed as soon as her felt her
sensitive walls begin to grip and pulsate around his cock, creating an
all-consuming massage that he just had to give in to.

For several minutes, neither Kylie nor Brandon said
anything, but simply caught their breath as they remained locked together in
their lovemaking. They had both poured their all into the act, and with their
previous state of inebriation, they were quickly falling into a beautiful,
heady aftermath of euphoria.

“That was amazing,” Kylie breathed as Brandon rained slow
kisses over her cheeks and forehead.

“Mmm,” Brandon moaned, slowly making his way down her face
to kiss her mouth. “I want more.”

Kylie giggled, and slapped him on the ass. “I need to rest
first,” she teased.

Brandon grinned, and slowly pulled himself out from Kylie.
Looking down, he saw that his condom had blown broke. He opened his mouth to
tell her, but then remembered walking in on her in the bathroom as she was
taking her birth control. Deciding not to ruin the moment, Brandon pulled the
latex off and threw it in the trash before wrapping around Kylie.