Two
JETT
“Let it go, Jett.” Duke unlaces Angel’s skate while Chase gets the wipes out of the bag.
And she’s bringing a date to meet the family.
The relationship must be serious because Mom will expect her to marry the first guy she fucks.
Not that I can bear to think about that.
It’s been torture the last couple of years watching her turn into a woman.
And until Mom’s comment about the ‘plus one’, I lived obliviously in the land of sisters not dating.
“That feels so good.” Her words tear through my defenses.
Refusing to watch Duke rub her feet with a baby wipe, or acknowledge that the woman who was freaking out a few seconds ago, now sounds like she’s… Nope. Not going to allow that thought.
I continue searching for the magical sequence of buttons that will get this rust-bucket moving. Could I google it? Maybe it’s one of those secret codes, like holding the ‘1’ button for three seconds to make the microwave silent.
Chase says, “Have a sip of water.” He must have gotten it from her bag. We sure as hell didn’t come prepared for disaster.
Her voice is weak. “By the way, I don’t have a date. I just put that on the RSVP to get Mom off my back, and so I’ll get an extra dessert. But don’t tell her. Oh my god, what if we die on our way to her party?”
Staring down at her, I’m shocked. My angel lied to Mom? And I’m relieved that I haven’t missed my chance with her.
“We won’t—” The elevator lurches upward a few inches. Metallic grinding echoes past us.
Angel tugs her knees to her chest, pulling her bare feet from Duke’s hands. Her bright-yellow toenail polish is sunny like her personality… when she’s not trapped in a dysfunctional elevator. Seeing her worried kills me.
I hand her my phone. “Try distracting yourself.”
“I can use mine.” She motions to her bag, and Duke finds it for her. He sits to her left and Chase is tight against her on the right.
Why’d they sit so close? Why didn’t I? Oh yeah, I was busy being pissed off that my stepsister has a date—only she doesn’t. Is this my wake-up call that she won’t be single forever? Would she be willing to get stuffed up by her brother? What kind of pervert am I?
Her fingers shake as she types, taps, and scrolls. My need to protect her has some wild-as-shit cave-dweller hormones racing through me. And now that I’ve given her my one mundane idea for distraction, less acceptable ideas are surfacing.
Is the confined space getting to me too?
She gasps.
“You okay?” The question tumbles from my mouth and I’m kneeling in front of her, rubbing a hand over her knees before Chase and Duke look her direction.
She stares at me from under her lashes. She’s not okay. What the hell did she just look up?
I mean to take her phone but end up closing my hand around hers, pausing longer than necessary, and taking inventory of my entire life when her expression softens.
Why am I torturing myself? I get back on task and look at her phone. Based on the article on the screen, she looked up how many people die in elevators. I rise onto my knees and slide the phone into my back pocket. “No catastrophizing. They know we’re in here, and we only went up a floor or two.”
“We could run out of oxygen.” Her voice is weaker than before.
My brothers each take one of her hands and Duke slides an arm behind her. He’s less than smooth, but they work it out.
“We’ll pry the doors open before that happens.”
Knock. Knock. Knock. “I’m with building maintenance. Is anyone in there?” a man’s voice calls from beyond the doors.
Duke says, “Four of us. How long before you can get the doors open?”
“We might have to call the service company. Is everyone okay? Are the lights still on?”
“We’re fine, and yeah, the lights are on.” He tugs Angel closer and kisses the top of her head.
Her body shudders and her eyes fall shut in what appears to be much more than simple comfort. What if I kissed her that way? My tongue darts over my lips as if I’ll get to find out. I rake a hand through my hair.
“We’ll keep you posted on progress,” the maintenance man says.
The scenario is definitely getting to me. My cock thickens. I can normally convince my body to wait until I can do something about it.
Chase huffs. He noticed. “What ya’ got in your pocket, Jett?”
Asshole. Now everyone’s looking at the erection growing in my jeans, and there’s no chance of stopping it when I lock eyes with Angel. Is that weird? She must think it’s weird.
I say, “Stress reaction.”
Chase busts out laughing. “What?”
“Is that a thing?” dear, innocent Angel asks.
Chase blurts, “Stress causes the exact opposite.”
“Oh.” She looks everywhere but at me.
Now that there’s no denying it, I stand and rub a hand over my bulging jeans, hoping for relief. Angel casts a side-eye my direction. Duke and Chase are back on their phones.
A smile hints at the corners of Angel’s lips. Oh yeah? Without a word, I steal a moment with her and rub a hand over myself again. She discreetly lifts her gaze but when she finds me staring, she darts her eyes away.
I take a couple of deep breaths. With her knees pulled to her chest, there are a few inches between her feet, like she’s giving me a view of her cunt. Sure, she has shorts on but they’re stretchy. They barely round over her ass.
My situation gets worse. I try to shift my pants, but denim isn’t forgiving. My thoughts continue to degenerate. We’re not blood relatives. We can legally date, if she doesn’t think that a five-year age difference is too much.
Forcing my attention anywhere other than between her legs, I scan the elevator for a camera. The guy from maintenance hadn’t contacted us over a speaker. It sounded like he was below us as if we’re stuck between floors.
No camera. Not even a speaker. Not even music—interesting, I hadn’t noticed that until now. I’m pretty sure it’s one of the oldest buildings in the city. I prefer staying closer to home in the Cherry Ridge Foothills though. I only come to the city for Mom and Dad.
The cutest throat clearing draws my attention back to my sister. She’s worrying her lower lip. Why the fuck did she do that? Pre-cum spurts from my tip.
But I can’t be mad at her. “You feeling better now?”
“She’d probably be better if you got that beast to calm down. Or at least turn around,” Duke says.
“Actually, I was wondering…” Angel pauses. “Never mind.”
It’s getting hot. I try adjusting my pants again. This is getting really uncomfortable. Would it go away if I poured her bottle of water on myself? Great, now I’m thinking about pouring water over her, spraying my load on her…and the spiral has nearly completed its downward path.
Chase stops looking at his phone. “Wonder away, Angel, we don’t have anything else to do.”
She keeps her chin down. “You’d laugh.”
Duke points at me. “Can’t be more ridiculous than this guy standing here with a hard-on for his sister.”
What the fuck is wrong with him?
“For me?” Her innocent question on plump red lips warrants a double pump of pre-cum.
I shove my hand into my jeans to adjust myself. I’ve never been so hard. This thing isn’t going anywhere.
“It sure as hell better not be for Chase or me,” Duke grumbles.
“Okay, then I have this dilemma…” She hesitates. “I don’t want to die a virgin, but virgins might automatically get a pass into heaven. But…”
She’s a virgin? In the fantasies I won’t admit to having, she is, but… I study her face to see if she’s toying with me. If anything, she’s embarrassed.
We must all be dumbfounded because she ends up continuing, “But having sex with my stepbrother would probably send me straight to hell.”
Triple shot in my pants. Holy fuck. Rolly Ghost wants to have sex with me?
“I’ll carry you through anything, Angel, even Hell. No one can fault us.”
Duke coughs. “Whoa! Mom and Dad, who are just over twenty floors above us, would find plenty of fault, and it would land squarely on us, her older brothers.”
He’s the oldest, and always the one to think of things like that. But there it is—he included himself in the sex. Even he isn’t immune to being tempted by an angel. Chase is shifting uncomfortably, tugging at his jeans too.
So now what?