8. Dan
Chapter 8
Dan
Ten months later, Saturday, August 20
Protective older brother
Another summer at our beach house comes to an end, this time spent as an official family. Six months Dad and Amabella have been married.
I’m now a guy who drools over his stepsister, who steals glances at her every chance I can get. Her pretty lips. Her perfect ass. The incredible tits she’s recently grown.
Ally will be a junior in high school as of next week, me a senior, and she’s looking more developed with each passing day. More ready for sex, though that shouldn’t be a thought that crosses my mind. She’s started dressing in more revealing clothes. Classy, of course; everything about Ally is elegant, and still with the lace, bows, and frills. But her necklines have grown a little deeper and her dresses a little shorter.
It’s evening and I’m playing a piano duet with Ally in the living room of the beach house, both of us laughing as our fingers brush against each other’s, battling it out to press certain keys. She reaches across me to play her notes, her breasts grazing against my arm. Half the time, I wonder if this is why she teaches me duets, so we can get close and touch each other.
From my peripheral, someone enters the living room, joining us by the piano. Ally and I stop playing, looking up at the same time to find Killian.
He rests a forearm on the piano top. “Carlie Montgomery is throwing a party tonight at her parents’ beach house. You two interested in attending?”
I’m pretty sure Killian is fucking Carlie. The Montgomerys are family friends, their beach house not too far from here. When Killian isn’t off with Carlie, he’s been hanging out with me and Ally a lot this summer—Felix too, when he visits—the four of us entertaining ourselves with the pool, the tennis courts, the beach, even chasing each other through the hedge maze. We play poker, which Ally is still terrible at. She insists I keep teaching her how to improve, that poker is an interest of mine and she wants to get good at it for me.
I’m surprised Killian is still inviting Ally to these parties. There have been a few spread throughout the summer I’ve attended with him. Ally always chooses to stay back with Dad and Amabella, saying it’s not her scene. I know it’s because she’s had bad experiences with people at school. I’ve asked her to come along with me, feeling bad for leaving her behind, but she always turns down the offer.
“I’ll stay home from the party with Ally,” I say.
“Who’s to say Ally is staying home?” Killian grins. “Ally, you keen?”
“You know these parties aren’t her scene.” I give the response a little too fast and a little too sharp, and Ally frowns at me.
The amount of male attention she’d receive at these parties would be tough for me to stomach. We’ve already discussed how we can’t be together, but from the way we act in private, it feels like Ally is my girl.
Back in the city, with our connected bedrooms, she’s continued climbing into my bed most nights, teasing me by wearing short pajama pants that barely cover her ass. I always pull her to my chest, holding her close with one hand on her lower stomach beneath her shirt, flush against her skin.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve wanted to slip my hand beneath her panties and feel how wet she is, then push my fingers inside her pussy and make her come. I know she’s felt my dick hard against her back many times. I know she likes it from the way she presses back against it.
Our parents are under the impression we formed such a strong friendship as a result of Ally not having friends, and that we truly are just friends. I mean, it’s not a total lie. My brothers believe it too. There were a few comments from Killian and Felix back when Ally and I first met, implying that perhaps something more was happening between us, but I convinced them otherwise. I can’t risk anyone finding out about me and Ally. The little intimacy I do get with her would instantly be over.
“You don’t want me at the party?” she asks me.
“I didn’t say that. You’ve never shown an interest before. I didn’t want you to feel like Killian was forcing you into anything.”
She presses her lips together, deep in thought. “I know I’m not the best around new people. Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”
“Of course not.” And it’s the goddamn truth.
“Well, what will it be?” Killian prompts. “Could be fun. Your first party. I’ll get you drunk.”
“Killian,” I snap, glaring at him. “She’s never had a drop of alcohol in her life. She’s not getting drunk.”
“I’ll go,” Ally says. “I won’t drink, but I’d like to see what’s so fun about these parties.”
“Great. We’ll leave in an hour,” Killian says, exiting the living room.
Ally makes a move to follow him, but I grab her wrist before she can stand from the piano stool. “You don’t have to go to this party if you don’t want to. I’ll stay back with you.”
“I want to go. Mom and Josh said I can attend these parties as long as I have you and Killian looking out for me.”
“Because they don’t know what goes down at these parties.”
She retrieves her wrist from me and laughs, the sound purposefully sweet, like she’s playing up her innocence. “And what does go down at these parties that you can’t bear me to be around? Drinking? Drugs? Sex? Maybe I want to have sex.”
“Ally…”
“ You don’t want me having sex. Is that it?”
She holds my gaze, the two of us staring at each other in silence, but I know she can read my annoyance of her question.
“Yes,” I finally say. “I don’t want you having sex with a random guy at a party.”
She rolls her eyes, with that sweet little laugh again, and stands from the piano stool. “I need to get dressed.”
I watch her leave, swearing under my breath. I almost run after Ally, desperate to make her promise she’ll stay by my side tonight and not hook up with any guys. But she has every right to be with another guy. I’m not creating double standards here, and I can’t keep pretending like she’s mine. Sooner or later, she’ll find a boyfriend and I’ll need to learn to be okay with it.
Returning to my own room, I take a shower and get dressed into jeans and a hoodie, dreading this upcoming party. I wait for Ally and Killian by the front door, shuffling the neon deck of cards Ally bought me for my birthday, trying to calm myself. I carry the deck around with me everywhere. It feels like holding onto a piece of Ally, even when others are around. Whenever I’m stressed or frustrated after having an argument with my father, I shuffle the cards, thinking about Ally, and it calms me. It’s my most cherished possession.
Tonight, the cards do nothing to help soothe me. This party feels like the beginning of the end between me and Ally. She’ll find a guy she’s interested in. The only reason she hasn’t already found someone is because of that all-girls school she attends, and how she doesn’t socialize outside of school. There’ll be no more secret sleepovers where she sneaks into my bed. She won’t let me hold her when we’re in private.
A door upstairs opens, I hear footsteps, then Ally appears, descending the stairs. Blood rushes to my cock at the sight of her. My muscles clench and I realize I’m grinding my molars. She’s wearing a strapless white beach dress that hugs her tits in the most incredible way. The bottom is flowy and skims the floor, with a slit all the way to the top of her thigh.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I glare at her. “Go back upstairs and get changed.”
She looks down at herself and shrugs. “What’s wrong with this? Killian said beach party. I’ve been wearing this dress all summer and you’ve never had an issue with it.”
“Every guy at the party will be hitting on you and trying to get into your pants, then later jerking off to the thought of you.”
Her lips twitch like she’s pleased by my response. I’ve never used such vulgar language around her, and I don’t think she’s opposed to it. “And that’s a problem, why?”
“Ally…”
Killian calls out to us from upstairs, asking if we’re ready to leave.
Before he joins us, Ally steps up to me, gazing into my eyes in a playfully innocent way that makes me forget my own name. The tiniest smile dances on her lips as she whispers, “I know you’re only trying to be a protective older brother, but I can handle myself. And besides, I wore this dress because I thought you might like it.” She walks by me, opening the front door and peeking back at me. “I only ever wear things I think you’ll like.”
Fuck.
My dick throbs, hearing her speak in such subtle ways that say so much. I hate that she’s my stepsister. So then why am I turned on by Ally referring to me as her big brother? We’ve been trying to ignore how we’re now family. It’s so unexpected that this innocent girl would be the one to mention our new sibling dynamic and make it sexual. Deep down, she really can’t be that innocent if this is her way of flirting with me. Having this new piece of knowledge about Ally makes me even more feral for her.
I follow Ally out to the front porch, the two of us alone for a moment, but not for long when I hear Killian’s footsteps down the staircase.
Taking my chance, I step up behind Ally, my hand on her stomach, and press her against my hard cock. A little gasp escapes her as I whisper in her ear. “I love your tits in that dress. You don’t leave my side tonight. Understand?”
She nods, and we instantly step away from each other before Killian sees us.