23. Ethan
CHAPTER 23
Ethan
Alyx
Bro
You ever coming home?
I thought you were staying for six weeks.
Change of plans
Why? Missing me already?
Fuck you and your pickle. I get enough of that shit at the restaurant
I’m going to come by later and grab some clothes.
Moving in?
If she’d agree to it, yes
Just squatting for now
At least we’re not roommates anymore
Happy for you, bro
I’m gonna think of it as my own personal fuck pad. At least rent is cheap
Don’t you mean free?
I’d feel bad about stiffing you with rent, but you don’t pay it.
It’s the only decent thing my deadbeat sperm donor did
Fuck, really? You never told me that
Shit, don’t tell my moms. Or Nyomi. They don’t know.
They wouldn’t be cool with it?
Fuck no, they’d think it was a handout or him buying me off.
So I take it they don’t know that he paid for your year in Italy?
Nope, and we’re gonna keep it that way.
Feel free to stop by whenever. I’m working a double today. The moms and Nyomi wanted a spa day
Shit, if I had known that I’d have come in to help with lunch too
It’s a Wednesday, it’ll be slow. Finishing prep now. I’m glad you’re doing more dinner services again.
The dynamic duo is back, baby!
Hell yeah!
See you tonight
The thought of picking up more dinner services should sound appealing. Cooking is all I’ve ever wanted to do, but lately, there’s only one person I’m interested in feeding.
With Bridget’s regular nine-to-five hours and my usual late-night shifts, seeing each other has become increasingly difficult. While I’m grateful that Mina and Dre were so accommodating during her recovery, it’s been two months, and I don’t want to make life difficult and fuck up everyone’s schedule more than I have.
It makes me wonder if Bridget knew we’d see so little of each other after things went back to normal, and that’s why she’s been so agreeable to me staying with her. I’m lucky to see her on my way out the door to the restaurant. Though she’s come in to eat a few times when I’ve led service, we don’t get to eat together.
The restaurant is busiest on the weekends, so we don’t get a whole day off together; we usually only get Monday and Tuesday nights to ourselves.
Most nights, she’s asleep when I get home, shower, and crawl into bed with her. Occasionally, it wakes her and we fuck, and more than once, I’ve woken up to her mouth or pussy on my cock. It’s starting to feel like my dick is just another way for her to work out her frustrations, though my dick is the only one she’s doing that with, so I’ll take it. And sometimes, after a middle-of-the-night fuck, she lets me hold her until she falls back asleep. While I may have gotten out of the friend zone for now, the emotional intimacy we built over the past two months is hard to maintain when we don’t spend as much time together.
Glancing at the time on my phone, I text Bridget to see what her lunch plans are.
Lunch? My place?
I’ll cook your favorite
Bridget
How close is it to my office?
I only get an hour
Why your place?
It’s about a 10 min drive
I need to grab a few things
Don’t worry, I’m not moving in
Three dots appear and disappear. I was going for playful, but now I’m worried I triggered her anxiety into thinking that I’m trying to move in with her permanently.
I plan to make you come at least twice before we eat lunch
Text me the address
When I get to my apartment, I’m pleasantly surprised that it isn’t a disaster. After I tidy up the living room and clean all of Alyx’s dishes, I head to my room to fill my bag with more clothes. I throw in a few sweaters, hoping I’ll still be at her place once the weather starts cooling down.
Things are great between us now. We’ve come a long way from me begging for a second date. Bridget has opened up to me in ways I never expected. But it often feels like one step forward and two back with her.
I choose to focus on the positive, on the things I can control. I cannot control her decisions, emotions, or how she reacts to me, but I can be there for her and support her through it. I can control the way I react to it.
Bridget shows up exactly ten minutes after she left work. Lunch is warming in the oven when I hear her soft knock on the door.
“Hey, gorg?—”
Her mouth is on me before I can finish my thought. She loops her arms around my neck and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist as I back into the apartment, kicking the door closed. Her firm grip on me tightens as she grinds her pussy against me while her tongue pushes into my mouth, dancing with mine in a way that feels wicked yet divine. The intensity matches one of our middle-of-the-night fucks, quick and hard.
“Fuck me against the door,” she orders as her hand reaches down to free my cock from my pants. While I was not expecting her to jump me this quick, I’m not complaining.
I back her up against the door as she licks a trail from my collarbone to my ear before pulling the lobe into her mouth and nibbling. One-handed, I pull a condom out of my wallet and reach between us to maneuver it on. Thank fuck she’s wearing a skirt. I pull her thong to the side and guide my cock to her entrance when she thrusts onto me and sinks down on my length.
“Oh fuck, that’s good. You’re such a good boy for me. I love it when you do what you’re told.”
Fuck, I love bossy work Bridget. I don’t know what pissed her off in the office, but she can happily take it out on me if it means I get to enjoy this perfect cunt.
“You want me to pound this pretty pussy?” I thrust harder, banging her body against the door with each push of my hips.
“Holy shit, yes. Oh fuck, don’t stop, I’m so close,” she begs as I continue rutting into her. I don’t even care what my neighbors will think if they hear us. Hell, they’re probably used to the noises coming out of here because of Alyx.
Her grip on my shoulders tightens as her cunt flutters around my cock, squeezing out her release, holding me in place. The noises she makes have my balls tightening, threatening my orgasm.
I slow down my thrusts, wrap my arms around her, and walk to the couch. As I set her down on the cushion, I nip at her lips, teasing and playing until she’s wriggling against me.
“Not like this.” Her voice is raspy as she stands, walking around the couch as I follow her. She flips her black skirt up over her ass, pulls her thong aside, and leans over the back of the couch. Her ass is perfectly displayed for me, and I can’t help kneeling in front of her as I lick up the seam, swirling my tongue over her puckered hole.
“Oh fuck… fuck… yes,” she chants as I lick around her opening before pulling back and spitting. There’s no way I can claim this ass without lube and then send her back to work. I’m not an asshole.
My saliva drips down her cheeks as I plunge my thumb into her cunt, coating it in her arousal. Once I’m satisfied with the makeshift lubrication, I push my thumb into her tight hole as I thrust into her pussy with my cock.
She lets out a loud moan and a string of curses.
“If you can’t handle my thumb in here,” I start, pushing the digit in and out, “then how are you going to handle my cock when I claim this hole?”
Never one to back down from a challenge, my hellcat pushes back against me as she looks over her shoulder. “Is that all you got?”
I answer her with a series of brutal thrusts as I circle my thumb in her ass, opening her up further. Pushing the top half of her body down into the cushions, I grip her hip with my other hand as I continue pounding into her. The cushions muffle her screams as she topples over the precipice, her pussy squeezing me like a vise grip.
I thrust in hard as my release barrels through me, right as the apartment door flies open. My body goes into protector mode as I fling myself over Bridget’s naked body, trying to cover her up as my head twists, expecting to see Alyx.
“Frick!” my sister Emma screams as she slaps her hands over her face. “I’m sorry. Cheese and rice. Your whole butt is out. Oh my gosh, I think I saw your jewels dangling too. Shoot, sorry, can you pull your pants up?” she rattles on. Emma tends to ramble when she’s flustered, and she was clearly not expecting to see the sight of her bare-assed brother balls-deep in someone. But what is she doing here?
“Why the fuck are you just walking into my apartment, Emma?” I grit out as I pull up my pants and cover Bridget’s ass with her skirt. “You could use the goddamn doorbell or knock, for fuck’s sake.” My tone is firm, laced with anger, and for a moment, I regret how much of an asshole I sound like.
“Alyx and I hang out sometimes, but I knew he’d be at work today. I didn’t know you’d be here. He said you haven’t been around much,” she says while I head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash my hands.
I reemerge ready to demand answers. “Do you have someone out in the hall? Were you using my place as a fuck pad? Is that some kind of arrangement you two have?”
Her arms shoot up in defense. “Cheese and rice, no.”
There’s a look on her face that I can’t quite place. Guilt? Regret? It’s gone before I can decipher it. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
Bridget steps forward, clearing her throat. “Hi, I’m Bridget,” she offers, reaching around me to extend her hand to Emma.
“I didn’t see anything, okay. I might have seen more of him than I cared to, but you were covered. I didn’t peep any of your jibbly bits,” Emma stammers as she awkwardly laughs and her cheeks pinken.
Snaking an arm around Bridget’s shoulder, I tug her from behind me and notice the flush on her face. It could be from the fucking or her embarrassment. Looking down at her beautiful face, I gently kiss her forehead and brush back a few stray hairs plastered to her forehead. “What she means to say is, ‘Hi, I’m Emma, Ethan’s sister. It’s nice to meet you,’” I explain, shooting Emma a warning look.
“What he said.”
“Cheese and rice?” Bridget questions.
“I don’t curse. Our youngest sister is five, so I tend to get creative with my word choices,” she explains as she nervously rubs her hands, her movements resembling those of a shy church mouse. It’s ironic because she’s nothing like the meek and mild religious students who attend her school.
“Now, will you tell me what you’re doing here?” I question.
“Do you have any food?”
“Emma,” I warn.
“Fine. I was skipping class. Please don’t tell Mom and Dad.”
Emma is a straight A student. She got into Faith Union College on a full academic scholarship. It’s not like her to skip class.
“I’m not going to say shit. You’re nineteen and can make your own decisions, but what’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Emma,” I repeat.
“Fine. I have this professor that’s riding me really hard.”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, but she interjects before I can ask. “Not like that. Biscuits!”
Bridget laughs beside me. “Are all your non-curses food-related?”
Emma smiles and looks at me. “I like her.”
“So, the professor?” I prompt.
“Professor A-hole. He’s just so… so… difficult . Nothing I do is ever good enough. I was top of my class in high school, and suddenly I feel like I can’t do anything right. The semester just started, and we had to turn in our first paper, and when he handed them back, I got a C . I’ve never gotten a C in my entire fricking life! He’s so mean. I want to punch him in his stupid, handsome face,” she blurts out before slapping her hands over her mouth.
“I had a couple of professors like that in college,” Bridget says sympathetically. “It was hard for me too. I was always so strong academically. But I came up with some tools that helped me.”
“The worst part is I have him for the whole year because he’s the only one who teaches this class, and it’s a required class for me. I was coming here to kill time and study.”
Bridget pulls her phone out of her pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to Emma. “Here, put in your number. I only have about twenty minutes left on my lunch break, but I’d be happy to connect and share some of my study tips from one valedictorian to another.”
“That would be forking amazing!” Emma beams as she punches her number into Bridget’s contacts, and I turn, heading into the kitchen.
“Follow me if you want to eat,” I call out behind me.
Ten minutes later, Bridget gives me a quick peck and heads to the door.
“See you at home,” she starts, then corrects herself. “I mean, see you later?”
“See you at your place,” I reassure her, even though it kills me inside.
The door shuts behind her and Emma turns to me.
“Okay, I need details. Now,” she demands while still chewing. Scooping another helping into her mouth, she mumbles, “Good gravy, this is delicious.”
“Can you at least chew before you try to speak? But yeah, she’s really fucking great, Em.”
She giggles as she finishes her mouthful. “Sorry, this is really good.”
“It’s my signature dish at Mangia Bene. You should stop by more. I’d be happy to feed you and your friends.”
“I might take you up on that, especially if Alyx is around too.”
“There something I need to know about?”
“Nope, he’s just become a friend I can count on. He offered to let me hang out here if I needed a break from class. Nothing is going on,” she promises, but something tells me that’s not the whole story. “And I’m so taking Bridget up on the offer. This professor is nonstop. I feel like he’s constantly over my shoulder, picking my work apart. Putting me on the spot by calling on me first. It’s a lot, and I don’t know how to get off his radar.”
“Anything you need a big brother to help with when it comes to Professor Asshole?”
“A-hole, and gosh, no,” she says, looking a bit flustered.
Something more is going on there too, but I’ve learned it’s best not to push my sister. She’ll share it with me when she’s ready.
“I’m here if you need me.”
“Thanks, Ethan. And I really like Bridget. I can tell she’s into you—I mean, aside from the humping. It’s obvious by the way she looks at you. There’s a connection there.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s so exciting! Have you told her?”
“I can’t. I don’t think she’s there yet, and I don’t want to scare her off.”
“Oh, she’s there, even if she doesn’t tell you. Like I said, it’s the way she looks at you. Has she met Mom and Dad yet?”
“She’s not ready for all that yet. Baby steps.”
I’m returning to Bridget’s place an hour later with a bag full of clothes. Just as I enter the place, my phone buzzes with a text.
Alyx
When you said you were going to come by, I thought you meant you were going to stop by the apt, not cum.
How the fuck do you know that?
Also, you’re welcome for doing your dishes
Emma texted me that she walked in on you two
Good for you, by the way
You guys text?
Chill, bro
It’s not like that.
Just friends
Even though Emma is my stepsister, she’s still family, blood or not, and I’m not excited at the thought of Alyx being interested in any of my sisters. But if he says they’re just friends, then I believe him.
Alyx is a great friend and a great person, but he’s a bit of a fuckboy. And while that works for him, I know that Emma is a relationship person, and a fuckboy is not something she’s looking for or needs.
You’re like family, but don’t fuck with my sisters.
Respectfully
Pickle, I’m not fucking with Emma, I can promise you that
I know you wouldn’t. It was weird seeing her there when I knew she wasn’t there to see me. Kinda sure she’s crushing on her professor tho
Professor A-hole?
Totally
Keep an eye on her for me?
Anything for you, bro