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“And I’ll return it,” I agreed, swallowing hard.  Was I really going to do this?  But I already was, doing it.  Now I just had to get him to do it too.  “But first you have to spank me like you mean it.  I mean...  don’t I deserve it?” 

I saw the surprise in his icy blue gaze a moment before his eyes narrowed.  And then he moved, not letting go of my arm as he sat in the chair.  He yanked me over his lap, his strong, bare thighs riding my ribs and my belly. 

“Why are you doing this?”  His voice was almost a whisper, like maybe he didn’t want to know. 

Bent over with blood rushing to my head wasn’t a situation exactly conducive to lying, so I answered him honestly. 

“I don’t know.  I guess I’m curious.  And this feels...  good.”

“Me spanking your ass feels good?” 

“My bare ass...  please.”  I nodded. 

I wasn’t a virgin.  But I also wasn’t very experienced.  I knew enough to understand that he’d sparked something inside me.  Something that wanted his punishment, his control.  I felt feminine and helpless, and so thoroughly excited I thought I might get off like this, bent over him, his hand smacking me until my ass was hot and my pussy so wet I’d dampen his thigh. 

Just the thought was getting me off. 

He laid his hand on the curve of my bottom, tentatively, not giving me its weight.  Like he was fighting with himself, trying to make the right decision—but he was tempted to give me what I’d asked for.  What I deserved. 

What I wanted. 

What he’d wanted. 

Two years ago, I’d climbed a tree overhanging the river.  He’d threatened me with a spanking if I didn’t come down that very second.  I’d laughed then, dangling from the branch before letting go and falling into the water. 

Later, he’d written about the thoughts that had gone through his mind. 

She doesn’t have a clue how close I came to losing it.  I wanted to dive in after her, drag her from the water and put her over my knee.  I wanted to spank her.  Hard.  Make her cry.  She scared the shit out of me.  But I didn’t do anything.  Because the moment I thought about spanking her pretty little ass, I imagined pulling down her pants and giving her several hard smacks on her naked skin.  Then I imagined moving my hand over that hot, red ass, fingering her cunt, just to feel her squirm.  Would she have been hot for it?  Would she have let me do more? 

“I was fifteen.  But I think...  I might have let you, Finn.  Even then.”

He was quiet.  Then, he said, “You shouldn’t have read that.”

His hand lifted, and I held my breath.  When it landed, it stung so bad, tears filled my eyes.  But when I sobbed, it wasn’t because I was hurt.  Relief spilled over me, so pure and real, I couldn’t contain it. 

“Yes,” I gasped, as another hot smack landed.  “Yes.”

His slaps continued until I noted the way his legs quivered under me.  I sank, relaxing my body, surrendering everything.  Whatever he wanted to do, I was okay with it.  If he wanted to fuck me right now, I’d welcome him. 

His hand moved to my pussy and cupped it.  I was so wet, I drenched his palm.  He groaned and his fingers began to stroke through my folds.  The moment he circled my entrance, I hissed between my teeth. 

One finger slipped inside me, and I clenched around it, trying to hold it there.  Finn’s finger was inside me.  He was fingering my pussy.  I wanted to shout.  Instead, I began to move my hips, to drag my pussy on the long, thick digit.  I wanted to fuck it.  Wanted to tempt him to put another inside me, because I needed to feel stretched and full. 

“I dreamed about this a thousand times.  Fuck, I jerked off to thoughts of what it would feel like being inside you.”  His voice was hoarse. 

The hand resting on my bottom shook—only the finger thrusting inside me seemed sure. 

I knew he could feel what he was doing to me.  My pussy squeezed, released, milking his fingers—and it wasn’t something I could control.  My body simply understood what I needed.  I needed more. 

“I won’t say no,” I blurted. 

“I didn’t ask permission.” 

Fuck. 

A second finger slid inside me, and I whimpered.  Then I felt the nudge of his cock against my side.  He was getting hard from spanking me!  I wiggled, just to push against it and return a little of the pleasure he was giving me with his quickening thrusts. 

“Please.”

His fingers withdrew and he shoved me off his lap.  I landed on the floor on my side and rolled to my back, lying there with my thighs spread, staring up at him.  I wanted him to see me.  All of me. 

I wanted a reaction. 

“We can’t do this.”  His reddening skin was taut over his cheeks.  His cock tented the front of his cotton shorts. 

“I’m not your sister,” I said, my own voice a little high and strained—he’d left me on the verge of an orgasm, and I needed him finish it. 

“Janice and my dad...  they trust me with you.”

“If it helps, my mom knows I’m into you.”  I came up on my elbows and wrinkled my nose.  “She caught me in your room one time too often, smelling your clothes.  She reminded me we’re not blood.  She’s only worried, if things go south, we’ll end up not being able to be a family.”

“Your mom said that?”  His hands curved into fists on his thighs. 

I nodded.  “I’ll be nineteen in a month.  What we’re doing isn’t illegal.” 

I bit my lip, knowing his resolve was weakening, but not wanting to push too hard.  Finn was a stubborn bastard.  When he made up his mind about something, there was no turning back. 

“No one has to know.  Not if you don’t want them to.  I promise I won’t tell.”

His expression didn’t change, but his gaze swept over my body, pausing when it touched on my pussy.  “If we do this—how the hell do we stay friends?” 

Sensing victory, I pushed off the floor and stood in front of him.  As naked as a baby, my need exposed.  “Just pretend you’re doing your brotherly duty, protecting me from my bad decisions.  Finn, I want to fuck.  So you’ll make sure I’m safe—with you, instead of some random guy I let get in my pants.”

His gaze narrowed.  “You already have someone picked out?” 

“I do.”  And I wasn’t lying.  I was staring right at him. 

“You being lazy?  Choosing me because I’m here and because we have the place to ourselves?  And because you know about...  my book?” 

“Why don’t we work our way down your list of fantasies, and then we’ll tackle mine?”  I’d let him think he was a target of opportunity, convenient—if that’s what it took for him to agree. 

“And...I’m on the pill.”  I cleared my throat and gave him my snarky face, so he wouldn’t know how much this mattered, or how embarrassing this would be if he turned me down. 

“Pita, what the fuck?”  He rubbed his face, groaning.  “You shouldn’t be saying these things.  Shouldn’t lay it out there like this for a guy.  You’re begging to be used.”

“Then aren’t you glad I’m doing it with you?  That I’ll be safe, instead of doing it with someone I don’t know?”  I came closer, stepping between his spread thighs, close enough that if he just leaned a little forward he could tongue my breasts—if he wanted.  I sure as hell did. 

“I brought groceries.  We don’t have to go out at all.  We could have a naked week.  Haven’t you ever wanted to be completely free?”  I laid my hand against the side of his face.  “Maybe we’ll get bored of looking at each other.  Maybe it won’t even matter.” 

“You could have me any way you want.  It’d be fun.”  I slid my hand behind his head and leaned closer.  My puckered nipple was right in front of his mouth, poking at my T-shirt. 

“Fun?”  Again, he shook his head, but he was looking at my breast. 

Determined, I moved closer still and pressed it against his mouth.  “I’ll be yours for a week.  And you can show me all the dirty things boys like to do with girls.  You’ll be doing me a favor.  Preparing me for when I leave for college in the fall.”

His mouth was open.  His breath warmed the tip through the fabric, making me tingle all over, but he wasn’t taking the bite.  He held his body so rigid I began to fear I’d pushed too hard, that he was repulsed by how forward I was.  Did he think I was a slut?  Should I tell him I’d never really considered having a fling with some random guy?  That I wanted him, just him, my brother Finn? 

But then he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip.  A quiver traveled up my spine, liquid trickling down one thigh.  He tapped it, wetting it through the material. 

“Someone needs to teach you not to be such a...”

“What?  A slut?”  I gripped his ears and held him against my breast.  “I’m not, Finn.  But the things you wrote...  They made me so hot.  And they made me wonder.  You talked about Cindy giving you that blow job, and then you counting the different colored lipstick rings she left on your dick.  You imagined me playing that game.  And when I read that, I could see myself doing it.”

He groaned and latched his lips fully around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth.  His hand stole between my legs and traced the track of the cream dripping down my thigh, all the way up to my pussy where he thrust two fingers inside me and swirled in my slick heat. 

But I wanted more.  Wanted nothing between us.  So I pulled up my tee, forcing him to let go until I was completely nude.  This time, his teeth clamped directly on the beaded tip and tugged. 

“Yes.”  I rocked forward and back, cupping my hips, mimicking the movements I’d make when we fucked. 

And we would fuck. 

There was no way he didn’t want me every bit as much as I wanted him.  His cock was straining so hard it had to be painful, so I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around the fat crown.  He was mine.  All he had to do was admit defeat. 

I pushed against his shoulders, forcing him to release me.  I dropped to my knees in front of him. 

“I’m not wearing lipstick, but I know you want to watch.  Show me what you like, Finn.  Teach me how to give you head.”

His lips twisted.  “How to give me
head
?”  His shoulders shook with a sudden laugh.  “I should wash out your mouth with soap.  Wait.  You don’t know how?” 

“I’ve never...”  I shrugged.  “I’ve fucked, but it was in the dark—and quick.”

“Goddamn it,” he bit out.  “Baby, you’re better than that.”

“Am I?”  I lifted my chin, daring him to deny me, then reached for the waistband of his shorts. 

His belly tightened against my fingers.  When he pushed up from the chair a few inches, I blew out a breath, relieved he wasn’t going to stop me.  I worked the material over his erection and down his thighs.  Once I’d dragged it all the way off, I sat back on my haunches and stared.  His dick was thick and straight, the shaft reddened and mapped with blue veins.  The tip was nearly purple and shaped like a soft arrow. 

“I’ve never seen one like this.”  Feeling like a goof, I gave him a little smile.  “I mean, I’ve seen a dick.  A guy waved it at the girls on the bus, but it wasn’t like this.  Wasn’t so freaking big.”

“You didn’t see the one you fucked?”  he asked, his voice gruff. 

“Like I said, it was dark.”  I licked my lips and raised my gaze.  “Big brother, will you teach me?  I’ll be good.  Do it exactly like you want.  It’ll be like the time you taught me to skateboard.”

“You were ten.”  He grunted.  “And you thought dicks were gross.”

“But I thought your butt-chin was cute.  And I liked the way you held my hips when you steadied me.”