Chapter Eight
My cock pulses, aching for release.
I wake with a throbbing migraine, but all I can think about is the desire to come.
Something moves beneath me and I panic. What the fuck? Is that a person? Did I bring Lila or Maxton home with me last night?
With the shades pulled and the sun not up yet, it’s too dark to tell.
Whoever they are, I’ve pinned them beneath me.
I fight past the pounding in my head to at least figure out if it’s a man or a woman in my bed.
Shifting my hips, my legs rub against smooth, slender ones, and I know immediately they’re not male legs.
At least I didn’t do something stupid like have sex with Wild.
Gingerly, I slide off the person, on my side. I paw at them in the dim light, trying to make sense of who they are. Chaotic long hair covers my pillow. So it was Lila after all. Did we even get to have sex or did I pass out? I blacked the fuck out and can’t remember shit.
I could fuck her again and actually enjoy it this time…
My cock flags and I groan. If I couldn’t get it up for her last night, I could blame the alcohol. What’s my excuse now? Sorry, Lila, you’re cute but not cute enough to keep my dick hard. Fucking embarrassing.
She makes a soft, sweet sound and her ass bumps my cock. Because I’m too curious, I reach down and caress it. Her ass is definitely nice. And my cock is awake again. Make up your mind.
I hope she doesn’t try to kiss me. My mouth tastes like dog shit. I’ve never actually tasted it, but I can only imagine.
Lila shivers and I notice the temperature in the RV is really cool. No wonder she was trying to snuggle up to me. I’m just a warm body.
God, I really hate that I took her home and can’t remember shit about it.
If only my head would stop fucking hurting.
Because I’m not an asshole, I wrap an arm around Lila and pull her back to my chest. This is probably giving her the wrong impression, but at least I won’t feel like a dick.
With my nose in her hair, I inhale the sweet scent. She smells nice. I wonder if she has to take her fake lashes off and wash them. It still kind of freaks me out she glued them to her eyelids.
What happened last night?
I was having a decent time talking to her and Maxton. There was a competition in my head over which of them had a nicer mouth. Maxton’s lips were sexier.
And then I thought about Destiny’s.
Why the hell would I do that anyway?
Today I’m going to have to apologize to her and do something to make up for how I acted. Obviously, I’m so wrecked over her lately that she’s seeping into my every thought.
Go back to sleep, Rowdy.
You can think about this shit when your headache’s gone.
That feels good.
Fuck, yes.
Almost there…
I squeeze my hand around a soft, perky tit, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. My cock grinds against her ass, aching for release. Maybe I can keep it up after all. Without putting too much thought into it, I tug at her panties, getting them down far enough to grant me access.
She grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Rowdy.”
I freeze, wondering why her voice sounds all wrong. My cock throbs and I jerk my hips, letting her feel, against the crack of her ass, that I’m finally fucking aroused.
“You have to stop,” she chokes out, voice small and afraid.
Afraid?
“Lila…”
She stiffens. “Who?”
I sit up on my elbow, squinting in the gray morning light peeking through the cracks of the shades. Messy blond hair. Small, short frame. It’s Lila, right?
Her head turns and the first thing I notice are her thick lashes. Real lashes. Cloudy blue eyes, like frozen glacier water, peer in my direction, unfocused and not looking right at me.
What the fuck?
No.
“Destiny?”
She blinks and frowns at me. “I think you thought I was someone else in your sleep.”
I recoil as realization hits me. I’ve been rutting against my fucking sister all night. Why? How? I don’t understand why she’s in my bed half naked right now.
Slowly, she tugs at her panties, and I’m perversely drawn to her small hand. I get a flash of golden hair on her pussy before the material covers it. My cock jumps in appreciation.
Oh, fuck, no.
Thank God she can’t see me.
I grab hold of my dick and press against it, willing it to go flaccid. But my mind and body are too confused because it won’t give me a break, especially with so much of Destiny’s bare skin on display while in my bed.
“How did you get here?” I demand, voice rough and accusing. And yes, I’m now rubbing my cock through my boxers because I’m fucking sick in the head.
“Wild brought me here. He said you were sick. Because of…” She frowns, her pouty lips doing nothing to calm my stupid cock.
Stop touching your dick, man.
“Because of what?” I ask, voice shaking. “Tell me.”
“Because of Evan.”
And then, like a barrage of bricks tumbling onto my already throbbing head, all the memories land on me at once.
Lila and Maxton.
Then Wild yelling.
A punch.
Evan and his boyfriend.
He’s sober now.
Me barfing in the elevator.
A blur on the ride home and then Destiny in my bed, comforting me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You have to leave,” I rasp out. “I, fuck, I…”
She sits up on her knees, eyebrows pinched together. “It’s fine. You were asleep. You didn’t know.”
What the fuck did I do?
“Did we have sex?”
Her lips part and her face burns bright crimson. “W-what? No! You’re my brother.”
Relief floods through me that I didn’t do something regrettable while black-out drunk. Still, with her in my bed like this, it looks really fucking bad. Uncle Atticus would have every right to murder me and I would deserve it. If Dad were here, he’d do the same.
“Something happened,” I hiss, inching away from her. “I can see it on your face. Did I…” I gag and my eyes water. “I’m a fucking monster.”
She crawls over to me, shaking her head in vehemence. “You were asleep, Rowdy. Calm down.”
Her palms are gentle as she cups my cheeks. I close my eyes, feeling so weak for enjoying her touch. Everything’s too confusing right now. Tears of shame roll down my cheeks, leaving evidence of how awful I feel. She runs her thumbs through the wetness and a small sob escapes her.
“Please don’t blame yourself,” she whispers. “Promise me.”
Too late for that.
I want to crawl out of this RV, dig a hole in the ground with my bare hands, and bury myself alive.
“Everything okay in there?”
Wild’s voice, just outside my door, has us both freezing. I’m in only my boxers with a fucking hard-on the size of Alaska, and my sweet, innocent little sister is in nothing but a T-shirt and panties. I almost fucked her.
Holy shit.
I’m going to be sick.
Destiny rests her forehead against mine for a brief moment and then crawls away from me. Her shirt has ridden up and her ass is just right there, panties askew, one bruised cheek on display.
Did I do that to her?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Destiny opens the door after righting her shirt and peers up in the direction of where Wild’s head is. He looks like death warmed over, but his hooded eyes widen when he sees her. Nothing fucking happened, but it totally looks like we slept together. Her hair is messy and her mouth is just…sexy.
Fuck.
“Oh,” Wild chokes out when he sees me desperately trying to wrangle my erection. “Oh.”
Not oh.
Not fucking oh.
“It’s not what you think,” I blurt out. “I woke up, confused. Fuck.”
“Why don’t I get you back to the cabin,” Wild suggests, voice tight. “If my parents can’t find you, they’ll freak. I’m not sure they’ll feel relieved to know you’ve been doing…” He waves a hand in my direction. “Whatever this is.”
She slips past him, but he continues to stare at me, mouth agape in shock.
When the RV door opens up front, he snaps out of his daze and hustles after her.
I scramble over to the window, draw the blinds down enough to peek through, and watch as Wild swiftly carries her through the snow, tossed over his shoulder like she’s his conquest.
His hand has a good, firm grip on the back of her thigh. For some reason, this makes me irrationally angry at him for touching her.
You’re worse, man…
You almost pushed your dick inside her.
Bile creeps up my throat. I’m going to be sick. And yet, I need to release this pent-up tension. I shove my boxers down and grab hold of my dick. It’s thick and long and veiny as fuck. Evan always enjoyed licking every vein.
I snap my eyes closed, trying to focus on my past with him rather than the fucked-up present I’m in. His mouth felt good on me. Sucking dick was his superpower.
But then his face morphs into Destiny’s.
Her pretty lips stretching around my thickness and gagging on the salty pre-cum. Her sweet mewls of desire. Her silky hair in my fist as I tug her, urging her to take it all down her throat.
I come with a guttural groan. Jizz shoots across the bed, marking the rumpled sheets where my sister was just lying. It feels good to finally get this crazed intensity out of me. Maybe now I can get my head back on straight.
This is so messed up.
I’m milking the last of my release out of my cock while imagining fucking my sister’s mouth.
I need therapy or a fucking bullet to the head.
The RV rattles as Wild reenters. I quickly swipe up the cum mess with the sheet and then jerk my boxers back up. After throwing on a T-shirt and a pair of sweats from one of the overhead cabinets, I leave the bedroom and make my way up to the front where Wild is standing, staring at his phone.
We’re both silent for a really long time.
So damn awkward.
“What the hell just happened?” he finally asks, pinning me with a pained expression.
Ahh, right. He’s being my friend, but he still wishes for more. Now he thinks I’ve chosen to sleep with my sister over him. God, I truly am an asshole.
“Nothing,” I lie, huffing out a long breath of air. “I don’t remember Dez coming to check on me. Woke up and briefly thought it was Lila, who I’m not attracted to.” That last part is the truth. “Every guy gets morning wood. I couldn’t control that shit.”
He relaxes and nods as if he believes my bullshit. “Okay. Sorry. It looked a lot worse than it was, I guess.”
“Exactly.”
Liar, liar, liar.
Master gaslighter, too.
Why do I always screw up everything?
I rummage around the kitchen to get coffee started and to do anything other than look in Wild’s eyes right now. I’m afraid he’ll somehow dig into my fucking brain and see that while sure I didn’t sleep with my sister, I did jerk off to thoughts of her sucking my dick.
Disgusting.
I’m a sick fuck.
She was right. I really do need to pack up and go home.
I wish Ryder were here. Maybe he would understand and be able to give me advice for a change.
But how will I hide what I’ve done from Dad?
I can’t go home.
Fuck.