Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
WREN
To my surprise, Bray was still in my townhouse in the morning. Still in my bed.
I lay awake watching him a while before his eyes opened. He blinked a couple of times, glanced around to orient himself, then looked at me and smirked.
I decided to get in before he did. "Figures you'd snore like a train."
He snorted like a smoke stack. "Good morning to you too, stepsister dear." He ran the pads of his fingers up and down my bare arm.
His words sent a shiver up and down my spine. "You make this sound dirtier than it is. We're not related."
"Not by blood," he agreed. "Some would say we're practically brother and sister."
"You love that don't you?" I asked. "You get off on the fact some people would find this taboo."
The skin around his eyes crinkled. "I've always been a shit stirrer. You know that about me."
"Yes, I do," I agreed. "Bad boy Braylon Charles Ellis. Puck boy and fuck boy. The biggest asshole on the first string Demons hockey team."
"Wren Elizabeth Valentine, Queen bitch and high school dropout." He traced tiny circles around the inside of my elbow.
I grinned. "That's me. Although, Princess is fine. I'll leave being the Queen to other people."
"You're not calling my mother a Queen bitch, are you?" he teased.
"I would never. Jenny is amazing." She was my mother too, as far as I was concerned. And here I was, lying naked next to her son. A guy I was definitely not related to by blood. Thank fuck. Otherwise all of this would be very weird.
"Of course she is. That's where I got it from." He looked pleased with himself.
"Your awesomeness is diluted," I said with a smile. "So diluted it's almost not there. But don't worry, you make up for it by being a prick."
He chuckled. "You wouldn't know awesome if it crept up and bit you in the ass."
"I know awesome all right," I retorted. "I see it every time I look in the mirror, or at Tiger and Lex. Remember them? The guys with bigger cocks than yours."
He rolled me over and straddled my body, my arms pinned above my head. "Really?" He pushed my legs apart with his knees. "You weren't complaining about that last night."
He nudged the head of his cock against the entrance to my pussy.
"That was last night." I bent my knees to give him access. "I lost my brain for a little while." I waited until he was fully inside me to say, "Is it in yet?"
He squeezed my wrists. "We can both feel it is. Even though your pussy is looser than one of Coast's lucky socks."
"We both know it's not loose, but I object to being compared to one of his stinky socks." I grimaced and hooked my legs around each other, holding him tight.
"Sorry not sorry, Socks," he teased. He eased out before shoving back in.
"No you're not, Bray-Bray," I said, using the nickname his mother called him when he was a kid.
He smiled. "No, I'm not. Insulting you is fun. Especially if it ends like this." He thrust in a couple more times. "Don't tell me you’re hating this."
"Not as much as I hate you." When he thrust, he hit me inside and out, touching the right spot every time. I wasn't going to compliment his cock, or his skills, but I was enjoying the hell out of both of them.
He leaned in to nuzzle my neck. "You want to know what I think?"
"Not really," I replied. There was no way he was expecting me to respond in any other way.
He grinned. "You won't be surprised to learn I'm going to tell you anyway.
I think you don't hate me at all. I think you've been waiting all these years for me to fuck you.
How many nights have you lain awake thinking about me?
Do you get yourself off imagining what it would be like to have me touch you all over? " He thrust slowly in and out of me.
"Of course not," I retorted. "If I was going to lie awake in the middle of the night thinking of you, it would be ways to get you back for every time you were a dick to me."
He smirked. "We both know that's a lie. Admit it. Tell me how many times you got yourself off thinking about me." He stopped balls deep inside me and raised an eyebrow expectantly.
I looked back at him, unflinching. "I think you're projecting, Bray-Bray. How many times have you wrapped your fingers around your skinny little cock and jacked off thinking about me?"
He chuckled. "Tons of times, except for the skinny little cock part. Sometimes sleeping in the room next to you was a special kind of hell. Although, a lot of that was because you have shit taste in music."
I snorted a laugh. "You're so full of it. My taste in music is the best. I heard you sing along to it plenty of times."
"There's a difference between catchy and good," he said. "Just because a song lives rent-free in my head doesn't mean I want it there." He gave me a meaningful look.
"So I've been living rent-free in your head?" I teased.
"Only since I took your virginity," he said softly.
"That was—" I gaped. "Nearly a decade ago."
Dad and Jenny went away for the weekend and Bray and I got into a huge fight. Somehow we ended up in bed, fucking frantically and with a lot of mess. Afterward, we were both horrified and didn't talk about it.
Or maybe we weren't as horrified as I thought we were.
"Like I said, once I got a taste, I didn’t want to stop." He thrust slowly a couple of times. "Since you regretted it, I figured it was better to stay away from you. Keep you at arm's length. Yesterday I was done. I couldn't do it anymore."
"Who says I regretted it?" I asked. I could have. It wasn't until afterwards that I asked Jenny to take me to the doctor to go on birth control. She hadn't asked why and I hadn't volunteered an explanation. She was just grateful I felt comfortable talking to her about things like that.
Thankfully, Bray hadn't got me pregnant at sixteen. Life could have ended up very different if he had.
"Your body language ever since." He rolled us over so I was straddling his hips. "No regrets now." It was a statement, not a question.
"None yet," I said. I placed my hands on his chest and rose and fell, riding him slowly while rubbing my clit against him each time. "Why? Do you want me to?"
He chuckled again. "Believe it or not, no. But then, why would you? Haven't you always wanted to surrender to your inner puck bunny?"
I slapped a hand on his chest. "No, I have not. I don't give a shit if you or Tiger play hockey or clean toilets for a living. You know me better than to think that makes any difference to me."
He grinned, pleased with himself that he got a rise out of me. "And yet you frequent a pub that's always full of professional hockey players."
I sniffed. "I frequent a pub my friends like to go to. In fact, we were going there long before any of the Demons were. I have to conclude that you're following me, not the other way around."
"Whatever you want to think, stepsister dear." He gripped my hips with his large hands and guided me on and off his cock. "Either way, we've ended up here, together. Right where we belong. How are you going to explain the situation to your other boyfriends?"
"Firstly, referring to them as my other boyfriends suggests that you're my boyfriend," I said. "That's a bit presumptuous."
He grinned. "Of course it's presumptuous, I'm me. It's what I do."
I rolled my eyes and my hips.
"What's the second thing?" he asked.
"The second thing is your assumption that I'd tell them, not you," I said slowly. "But you're right, I want to be the one to do that. I'll explain everything to them as long as you can tell Dad and Jenny."
His eyes widened slightly. Clearly he hadn't thought that far ahead.
"No take backs," I added quickly.
He rolled us back over and pounded into me harder.
"I'll worry about that bridge when we get to it.
Right now, the only thing I want to worry about is fucking your pretty little body.
I never should have stopped. Once I claimed you, I should have gone on claiming you. All night, every single night."
"Our parents would definitely have noticed," I pointed out. Especially Jenny when she realised I needed the birth-control so her son couldn't get me pregnant. That would have been an awkward conversation.
He shrugged, mid-thrust. "They forced us together, they’d have to deal with the consequences of that."
"Is that all this is?" I asked. "You were forced to be with me?"
He slowed down for a few moments. "No, I was forced to live with you, but I wanted to bury my cock inside you as soon as I was old enough to understand that was a thing.
I started fights to push you away, but also because you set my blood on fire.
The first time I slid myself inside you was like heaven.
I've never forgotten it. Every woman since then, I’ve compared them to you.
Not favourably. You're the one I wanted, needed. " He thrust to punctuate his words.
"I never forgot either," I whispered. "It was just easy to go back to being nasty to each other."
"That's not going to stop," he said with a cheeky smile. "It's fun to get under your skin."
I smiled back. "It's even more fun to get under yours. Toothpick cock."
He snorted. "I'll give you toothpick cock." He thrust harder, slamming himself into me with all the strength of his muscular hips. "When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for a week."
"Promises, promises," I said.
"Have I ever lied to you?" He grabbed my legs and draped them over his shoulders. Each thrust hit deeper and deeper, all the way inside me.
I didn't answer with words. I didn't have any more. Nothing but moans of pleasure at the way he felt inside me.
He was wrong about me having regrets about our first time. I'd freaked out, and assumed he still hated me. But that wild, messy fuck was memorable. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but it didn't matter. We connected like I'd never connected to anyone before that.
I hadn't connected to anyone like that since, not until recently. Not until Tiger and Lex and now this. I hadn't realised what I was missing until now. Things all fell into place. Even as complicated as it all was. I wanted this, all three of them.
I groaned and looked at him cross eyed. "I'm going to come."
"Let me see you come, stepsister dear," he said. "Come around my cock."
He really did like thinking all of this was taboo. That he was sliding his length in and out of his stepsister. Not just Wren, his long-time nemesis. He was thinking that I was being fucked by my stepbrother. That our parents and potentially the rest of the world would frown at our relationship.
Maybe he was imagining the headline when the press got hold of this.
‘Dusk Bay Demons winger has sexual relationship with his stepsister.’
Something like that.
We should make sure Dad and Jenny found out first.
Wanting to goad him further, I moaned again.
"Yes, yes, I want to come around my stepbrother's cock."
His response was a guttural groan and frantic thrusting. He came at the same time I did, grinding our bodies together and crying out in unison while frantically clinging to each other.
"Fucking hell," he said breathlessly. "I…ahhh, fuck yeah. I love coming inside my stepsister's body. So fucking hot."
We sagged back down against the mattress, both puffing and sweating.
"So good," he breathed. "So mine."
"So yours," I agreed. I lay there for the longest time, my stepbrother's cock still buried deep inside my pussy.