Mom goes quiet for a moment, and I can hear the wheels spinning in her mind. She’s always been a gossiper and a shit starter. “I’m getting him. This is unacceptable.”
I melt into the mattress and throw an arm behind my head while still holding Jaxon to my cunt. Mom’s footsteps fade, and it’s just the two of us again.
I suck in lungfuls of air as I sweep my fingers through Jaxon’s damp hair. His eyelids slide shut, and he groans into me as he grinds his pelvis into the mattress.
“Naughty, naughty little sister.” He murmurs the words against my pussy and kisses my swollen clit, then opens his eyes and meets my heavy-lidded stare.
I swallow hard, and my eyelids slide shut from exhaustion. Jaxon stays between my legs, making me come one more time before he pulls away and gathers me in his arms. He sits up and has me straddle his lap, my arms around his shoulders as I rest the uninjured side of my face against his trap.
“What about you?” I mumble.
“Another time,” he says, and pets the back of my head.
“I need to go into town.”
“Take a nap first.”
I nod and doze off while he holds me.
Dahlia slept in my arms for about two hours, and I never wanted to let go of her. Her eyes rapidly moved behind her closed eyelids. I wondered what she dreamed about and what made her whimper in fear. My poor sister has been through so much. Life dealt her a shitty hand, but she has me and there’s no getting rid of me.
When she woke up, she changed her clothes and applied makeup that covered the bruises, and I drove her into town with my Camaro instead of my Yamaha.
Dahlia shifts in her seat and taps her finger on her knee, drawing my attention to how fucking sexy her legs are in those fishnets. My mouth waters as I remember how delicious she is. I want to mark her inner thighs with my teeth or carve my name into them so no one else will claim what’s mine.
Dahlia’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink when she notices that I’m staring, and then she shyly looks out the window. I side-eye her and shake my head as I turn my attention back to the winding road into town.
“Don’t do that,” I say.
She turns toward me, eyebrows drawing together. “Don’t do what?”
“Don’t pretend what we did earlier never happened. I want to see you. All of you,” I say. “Even when you’re looking at me like you can’t stand another minute without feeling my tongue in your pussy.”
“Jaxon,” she says with a gasp.
I’m sure she meant that as an objection, but it came out huskier and more like a plea.
I reach over the console and place my hand on her thigh, slipping it inward so my knuckles brush against her pussy. Dahlia doesn’t push me away like she would have twenty-four hours ago. She opens her legs wider, inviting me to keep touching her as I drive. I squeeze her thigh, enjoying the feel of her thickness and soon-to-be earmuffs after we’re done shopping.
“Jaxon.”
“Hm?” I glance at Dahlia, giving her my full attention for a moment.
She nibbles her plump bottom lip for a second as she gathers courage for what she’ll say next, which makes me uneasy because she always keeps me on my toes.
“No one can know about this,” she says. “About us.”
“People will find out eventually.” My fingertips burrow beneath the wide fishnets, seeking more of her skin.
“They can’t, though, or this won’t work.” Dahlia shifts her hips, needing more from me. My needy little sister. Multiple orgasms a few hours ago didn’t cut it, now, did it?
“Fuck what everyone else thinks, flower,” I say.
I slow the car but keep it cruising. My fingers ease beneath the waistband of her shorts and dive lower until I find her cunt, rubbing circles outside her panties, right over her clit. Dahlia’s hips buck, and she grabs my wrist, holding me in place as she grinds against my hand.
“It’s frowned upon,” she says, finding reasons to convince herself that we can’t be together. Her wet pussy says differently, and we both know it.
I dip my finger inside her weeping cunt, and groan at her keening cry.
