I Lied

All characters in the story are 18 and older. This is a story about incest between a brother and a sister. If that’s not what you are here for, I suggest you not read any further. Also, to understand what is going on, I suggest you start from chapter 1 if you just found this story.

I would also like to thank cbears52 for his help and getting this chapter back to me in less than twenty-four hours and 1moeannie for taking extra time out of her hectic schedule to provide valuable feedback and editing.

Happy reading!

BHW

Chapter 2

The following day was anything but kind to me. I was so tired; I couldn’t sleep. How the hell can I be so tired that I can’t sleep? What the hell is going on with me? I wrestled with those thoughts half the night before I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. Waking up groggy and irritable, I only made the phone calls I needed to make before I called Tilley’s. I didn’t want to sound like I didn’t want the extra shows or like they were putting me out for having to call them.

“Hi, Tim, It’s Owen Walker.”

“Perfect timing, we were just talking about you. We only have three dates left on the calendar, and we are hoping you can fill at least one of them, hopefully two. Do you have time to go over those dates?”

“Sure, I have my calendar right in front of me.”

“I know this is probably a long shot, with it being so late in the year, but are you booked for New Year’s Eve?”

“Umm, we have a private show earlier in the day, but that should be over by four. Does that work for you?”

“Yes, that’s perfect. The next one is November 2nd.”

“I’m booked then, but I can do the following weekend, the 8th.”

“Just a second, Owen,” Tim said.

I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said when he put the phone down, but they were trying to move some dates around from the sound of it.

“We can do both of those dates.”

I wasn’t prepared to negotiate, but, from the sounds of it, they wanted me, and now was the perfect time to see just how much I was worth.

“I hate to bring this up afterward, but we need to talk about the pay for New Year’s Eve. I won’t be able to get my guys off the couch for that…”

“It’s fine, Owen, we understand, Tim said, cutting me off. “It’s a big night for us, and we pay a flat fee of fifteen hundred and three hundred for a bar tab. How’s that sound?”

“Twenty-five hundred sounds better,” I laughed.

“I bet it does,” Tim chuckled. “Meet in the middle at two?”

“That and twelve hundred on the eighth, and we have ourselves a deal,” I replied.

“Deal. We’ll see you on November the eighth. I’ll email you the dates for you to put in your calendar as soon as we get off the phone.”

“Thanks, Tim. See ya soon,” I said and hung up the phone.

Within thirty seconds, my phone chirped, letting me know I had a message. Damn Tim, that was fast, I thought, reaching over to grab my phone. Only it wasn’t Tim. It was a picture text of my big sister’s breasts, followed by, “I hope your day is going good. I’m having a hard time paying attention to my work with my pussy so wet. ;)”

Two can play at this game, I thought, pulling my dick out and giving it a few strokes to get the blood circulating. Squeezing the base of my cock, I took the picture, sent it to Beth, and waited for a reply.

“Thanks for that. Ugg, JK 😉 Now I’m leaking down my thighs. I should’ve worn a longer skirt.”

“Well, it could be worse. I could’ve come up there, yanked your skirt up, thrown you down over your desk, fucked you senseless, before shooting my cum deep into your pussy and leaving you dripping my cum everywhere,” I laughed after rereading the text and hitting the send key.

Two fingers covered in her sticky juices filled the screen, “This is just what’s on the outside of my panties. We need another camping trip, real soon!!”

“Weren’t you just begging me to stop less than twenty-four hours ago because you couldn’t take it anymore?” 🙂

“Shut it, little brother. Jk <3 u.”

“Love you,” I sent back and threw the phone on the bed and headed for the shower to jerk off.

At my age, all I needed was an hour, and I was ready to go again. I was new to sex, and I couldn’t seem to get enough. ‘The next time we have sex, I’m going to record it, so I have something to jerk off too,’ I thought just after I shot my load into the shower drain.

*

“Dinner’s ready,” mom called from the kitchen, causing me to jump from my impromptu nap.

“Alight,” I shouted back and dragged myself from the bed.

“Hey, sleepyhead. How was your nap?” Beth asked.

“Not too bad; I didn’t even mean to fall asleep.”

“Must be nice to lie around all day,” dad laughed.

“I worked this morning,” I shot back. “Booked two more shows at Tilley’s, four private parties, and two birthday parties. All I need is eight more shows, and I’ll be booked every week for the rest of the year.”

“Tilley’s booked you for two more shows?” Dad asked, surprised.

“Not only that, but I’m playing there on New Year’s Eve,” I said and slammed my hand down on the table.

“Owen, that’s amazing,” mom exclaimed.

“No, what’s amazing, I’m getting paid two grand to play music for one night.”

“Holy shit, Owen,” Beth blurted out. “That’s almost as much money as I make in a whole month.”

Our dad just sat there, unable to say anything. I don’t know what was running through his mind, but the half-grin and the facial expression said, ‘I’m proud of you, son.’ This was the first time I felt terrible about what Beth and I were doing. I was making something out of myself and breaking our shitty family curse of never really doing anything but barely getting by. Me fucking his little girl would only further cement our place on the east side of the tracks.

Our father had a good job at the local plant, but he spent the last nineteen years getting there and was still only making fifty grand a year. I just couldn’t see myself doing that. Most of my friends went to work at the same place to replace the older guys who were waiting on the next graduating class to replace them. It was a never-ending cycle that I wanted no part of. I was making damn sure I wasn’t going to do that.

Dad gave up on his dream to settle down and have a family. In my eyes, he settled even though I would never tell him that, but that’s what he did. A year after he quit his band and started working at the plant, Beth was born, so in my very judging nineteen-year-old eyes, he quit, and if it were the last thing I did, I would get the fuck out of this circle of death, in this town, anyway.

“Thanks, Mom, it was delicious,” I said, rinsing my plate in the sink and then headed to my room.

Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I thought long and hard about Beth and me and what we were doing. Maybe I should sit her down and talk to her about how this could affect our family in the long run. The feelings I had towards her are growing stronger and if I was able to stop this, now was the time.

“You really need to wear boxers or something. I don’t think I will be able to make it if I have to watch your big cock swing around in your gym shorts all the time,” Beth whispered, sticking her head in through the crack in the door.

“Well, I guess you’re screwed,” I said, pulling the waistband away from my stomach to show her I was indeed wearing boxers underneath.

“You have turned me into your cock whore, did you know that?” Beth asked with a cute smile.

“I didn’t, but that’s a good piece of info to have,” I grinned and pulled the front of my shorts down, revealing my semi-erect cock.

“Fuck it,” Beth said, sliding through the door and dropping to her knees in front of me.

Letting go of the waistband, I said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Please, baby, let me suck it, just for a second?” She pleaded.

“No, you’re crazy. Mom and Dad are in the living room,” I shot back.

“I’ll let you fuck my ass,” she replied.

“Deal, but I don’t trust you will stop, so put your hands behind you and open your mouth.”

The second her soft lips touched the head of my cock, I regretted my decision immediately. Her mouth felt wonderful, and now I didn’t want to stop. Inching my way further into Beth’s mouth, she pushed her tongue out and flat to give my thick cock more room. My disappointment was short-lived when I reached the back of her mouth. With her long fingers wrapped around my cock, she began to stroke the remainder of my shaft. I watched as she began to bob her head up, down, and in circles. Fuck she looks so hot, I thought, grabbing my phone, opening the camera app, and hitting the record button. She never slowed when she saw me recording her, only picked up her pace and began to put on a show.

“Is this what you want, baby? Do you like having your big sister on her hands and knees sucking your big fat cock?” She whispered seductively into the camera lens between the long licks she placed up and down my dick.

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“You gonna record me taking this huge cock up my tight little virgin ass?” She asked, stroking my shaft firmly and with purpose.

“Oh yeah, baby,” I breathed.

“I want you to put your big load allll ooover my faace,” she moaned.

“Fuuuuck,” I growled as the first string of cum shot over her head and onto her back.

I barely contained my grunts as the rest of my load emptied onto her face and into her open mouth. The extraordinary amount of cum that covered her smiling face began to drip into my pubic hair.

“Sorry, baby,” she smiled, scooping up the cum that landed on me and shoving it into her mouth.

I never stopped recording as she wiped the rest of my cum from her face and sucked it off her fingers.

“I hated the way cum tasted until you came along. Brad would get so mad because I would spit it out,” She laughed at the memory after using a shirt I handed her to wipe her face.

“I can’t believe we just did that with Mom and Dad in the other room,” I said, pushing the thoughts of Beth sucking Brad’s dick out of my head.

“I know, but that made it even more exciting,” she smiled.

“If you say so, I was in my own world, and I would’ve never heard them coming down the hall. We just need to be careful, is all I’m saying,” I replied.

“So, are you going to jerk off while watching you cum all over my face?” Beth giggled.

“Probably,” I replied with a half-grin.

“Well, send it to me, so I can have something to rub my wet pussy too.”

After a few taps on the screen, Beth’s phone vibrated in her back pocket, “Done,” I said.

“Thanks, babe. I’m going to grab a shower to wash your cum off my back. Don’t fall asleep. I have something important I want to talk to you about.”

“If I’m sleeping, just wake me up. It’s no big deal,” I said.

“Ok, love ya, see ya in a bit,” she whispered, getting up and heading for the door.

“Love ya too,” I replied and closed my eyes to get a nap. I didn’t know how long she was going to keep me up with whatever she had to say, but I needed to rest.

The following morning, when I strained to get my eyes open from the blinding sun, I realized Beth never came back. I guessed it wasn’t that important, and we would talk later. After a good piss, I made my way to the kitchen, looking for something cold to drink and food. After a couple of chirps on my cell, I grabbed a Sprite and headed back to my room. With the large number of texts I received from people looking for a band or another local artist needing a fill-in, I tried to be swift with my response.

“Holy shit, ten missed calls and twenty text messages,” I said out loud, looking down at my phone.

They ranged from Mom, Dad, Beth, Carl, Greg, and a few other random numbers. Most of them said, ‘Call me when you get this.’ Beth was the last missed call, so I called her first.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

“Did you just wake up?” She asked.

“Like three minutes ago, why? I have a bunch of missed calls from almost everybody I know. What the hell is going on?”

“Well, everybody is probably calling for the same thing. Anyway, Tilley’s is advertising on the radio that you will be playing their New Year’s Eve bash and saying make sure you come out. They’re also having the radio stations play songs off your CD. They’ve been playing your songs all morning,” Beth exclaimed.

“Holy shit! That’s insane,” I shot back.

“It’s fucking cool,” Beth replied, still excited. “I’m so proud of you, baby, and I can’t wait to come home and show you just how happy I am for you,” she whispered the last part.

“Oh really…, shit, Mom is calling again. Let me answer it, so she’ll stop calling.”

“Ok, love ya, bye,” Beth replied.

“Love you too,” I said and tapped the screen to answer Mom’s call.

“Hello.”

My mother was so excited she could barely speak. All she could get out was, “Owen, you’re on the radio. Everybody in the office is freaking out, including me.”

“I’m on the radio right now?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s what I’m telling you,” she replied, out of breath.

As I flipped on the radio, I heard my voice. It was surreal; I listened to that song so many times on my CD player. Now it was on the radio. With my phone constantly telling me I had another incoming call, I hung up with Mom and answered the next call that came in. I spent the next forty-five minutes doing just that, answering people’s calls and listening to them tell me the same thing. I didn’t mind, it was incredible, and if this never happened again, I wanted to enjoy every last bit of it.

After talking to all my friends and family, I returned a few voicemails from other clubs that wanted me to play. By the time Mom, Dad, and Beth came home from work I was booked solid for the rest of the year. I filled them in on it when they came through the door.

“Tonight, let’s go out to eat and celebrate,” my dad suggested after I told him the news.

“That’s a lovely idea,” Mom replied, happier than I had seen her in a long time.

That burned in my stomach watching her smile and be so thrilled with my recent accomplishments. The look of disgust with myself must have been visible on my face as Beth gave me a concerned look.

“I’m going to go change, be back in a couple of minutes,” I said.

It was an attempt to get out of the situation I was in between Beth and me. I felt the guilt come and go each time I took a deep breath.

“What am I going to do?” I thought just before my phone vibrated in my pocket.

“What’s the matter,” Beth sent.

I could feel the hurt she was feeling, knowing something was wrong, but avoided it and sent back, “Not a thing in the world.” The second I pressed the send button, I felt the knot in my stomach, not because I lied, but for the countless text messages she had sent throughout the day sat on the screen. Reading them brought on the insurmountable task that I would have to tell her we need to stop this before it goes too far. The heat in my face and my blurred vision put an end to the debate I was having with myself. Just the thought of ending us sent me into a whirlwind of emotions. I felt as if I were losing the love of my life, someone I couldn’t live without.

“I don’t believe you. Are you breaking up with me?”

As I read the words on the screen, my mouth went dry, and I struggled to swallow. ‘Coward, piece of shit, lowlife,’ and many other colorful words raced through my mind as I typed the word “yes” on the screen. I wrestled with the thoughts and how I was doing to this. “Be a man and tell her to her face, fucker,” I cursed to myself in a mumble.

“Owen, are you ready?” Mom called out.

Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I replied, “Coming out now,” and opened the door.

Beth stood just inches from my face. Her expression wasn’t lost on me, and I instantly regretted even typing the word yes. Grabbing her just above her left elbow, I snatched her into my room and slammed her back against the door.

The look of fear and abandonment tinted her face in crimson. Her eyes filled to the brim with tears from the likely storm that was raging behind them. I knew right then I loved her more than a brother should ever love his sister, and I wasn’t going to take the chance of losing her. “Never!” I said and began to kiss her in feverish haste until we broke under the lack of air.

“I fucking love you,” I hissed into her mouth with my hand still on her chest from pushing her into the door.

“I love you too, baby,” she replied, her thundering heart slamming into my hand each second it hit.

“Is everything ok?” Our mother called from the other side of the door.

“Couldn’t be better, Mom,” I replied, still looking into Beth’s eyes.

“Ok, we’re heading to the car, so try to hurry, if you can,” She said.

“Right behind you,” I shot back, taking my hand off of Beth’s chest and placing one last soft kiss on her pouty lips.

She was still frozen in place and not a hint of what was expected of her. I could see the rollercoaster in Beth’s mind coming back to the station. Her face filled with intensity and exhilaration as she realized she’d get to enjoy our ride. I spin her around and pop her round ass, which instantly causes her muscles to soften. She let out a small giggle and a deep breath before she opens the door so we can leave.

Other than a few people, mostly my friends, coming to our table to say they heard me on the radio, dinner goes by relatively smoothly. Being in a small town has an upside to it. Everybody knows everyone, and on such occasions as this, it’s great. The other side of the sword is, if anybody ever found out I was fucking my sister, we would most certainly be run out of town or nailed to a cross and burned alive. I didn’t want either one of those. My main concern was for our parents. They have been in this same town their whole life and would be lost if we were ever caught in an incestuous relationship. Beth and I did our best to keep our emotions in check, knowing how great the risk was of getting caught in public.

“Thanks, Dad, for taking us out to dinner,” I repeated it again now that we were home.

“It was my pleasure, Son,” he replied.

“Owen, will you fix my sunglasses before you go to bed? I know you have an assortment of small screwdrivers. The tiny screw is loose on the right side,” she showed me that it was actually extremely loose, and I thought it was just a ploy to come to my room.

“I think I have a small enough Phillips head screwdriver to fix it,” I replied.

“Well, kids, we are going to bed; see you guys tomorrow,” Mom said, followed by Dad saying, “night,” as they walked toward their room.

Sitting at my desk, I rummaged through my top drawer, looking for a screwdriver to tighten the tiny screw.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked.

“Let’s do it tomorrow, as I want to finish the day on a high note,” Beth replied.

“You can’t say something like that and not expect me to let it go,” I shot back.

“It’s just,” she paused, trying to find the right words, which never came, so the facts would have to suffice. “I applied for a job back in August before we started… you know our thing. Anyway, they called me the Monday after we got back from camping for an interview. I essentially breezed through the interview, not caring what they had to say really, and when they asked me what I was expecting for a salary, I said a considerable amount just to get rid of them.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked, still looking for a damn screwdriver to fit her glasses. I had yet to understand what Beth was saying.

“Well, two reasons. The first, being I love you and don’t want us not to be together. The second reason, it’s over two hours from here, and I would have to move. I’m just not prepared for that. I can’t leave you, and I don’t want you to give up on your music to be with me.”

“Ok, well, next time, talk to me about it before you blow off a good job and a way out of this hellhole town,” I said. “If that’s all it was, you could’ve just told me. That’s not that important.”

“I know, but what I am saying is that they called me yesterday afternoon and offered me the job at my requested pay,” Beth replied, staring at the floor.

“That’s awesome, Beth. How much are they going to pay you?” I shot back, thrilled for her.

“Seventy-five thousand a year is what I asked for. I never thought they would say yes. I told them I needed a day or two to talk it over with my family and that I would get back to them tomorrow. But, you don’t need to worry about it; I’m going to turn it down.”

“The fuck you are!” I protested.

“But Owen…”

“But Owen, shit. You are taking that job. That’s a lot of money and a one-way ticket out of here.”

“I will not leave you! I don’t give a fuck about the money,” She cried out.

“Baby, calm down, let’s talk about this. When do they want you to start?” I asked.

“In three weeks,” she hardly got the words out as she sobbed loudly. “But they are calling me tomorrow for my answer.”

“Just relax, it’s going to be ok. We can work through this,” I continued. “Think about it, I have a few more months here with my shows, and I was moving anyway. Yeah, it’s not Nashville, but it’s way bigger than this shit hole, and I can get more exposure. You know, like building a name for myself somewhere other than here.”

“But I won’t get to see you anymore.” She was really crying now.

“Yes, you will. It’s only two hours. I drive over an hour to play some shows, and if it’s in your direction, we can see each other even more on those nights,” I said, trying to make her understand it wouldn’t be that terrible.

I wanted her more than anything, but she had a way out, and I needed to make sure she took it.

“Please, don’t make me do it,” she pleaded with me.

“You have to. If we have any chance to be together like we want, you have to take the job.” Those weren’t the words I wanted to use, but maybe the reality of being stuck here was just what she needed.

For the next thirty minutes, neither of us said a word. She needed this time to work everything out in her head, and me constantly repeating the same things over and over would probably only make her not want to leave.

“I’m willing to make the sacrifice, but baby, you have to promise me you will come and not leave me. Can you do that?” She pleads.

“I’ll do better than that. I will help you move, I’ll pack up all the things I’m not using, so I have less stuff to bring when I can move. How’s that?” I asked and knew seconds later that it was what she needed to hear as she leaped from the bed into my lap.

“Baby, don’t fight it,” she whispered in my ear after laying a long lick up my neck and blowing on it.

I was in no shape to turn away her request after she swiftly pulled off her top and let it fall to the floor, revealing her soft creamy breast to me. With the only one thing coming to mind, I sucked her hardened nub into my mouth and trapped it between my teeth. She tightened her grip even more around my neck as I chewed and pulled at her erect nipple. My cock ached as it strained to free itself from between our bodies. Just as quick as she leaped onto my lap, she slid from it and released my dick from the confines of my shorts.

“Fuck! Beth,” I let out a low groan as she wrapped her long, delicate fingers around my thick shaft.

“How this thing fits in my tiny pussy I’ll never know,” she smiled.

With one final deep breath, she went to work on my cock. Her right hand stroked my shaft from the base to where her mouth could go no further. I marveled at her efforts each time she sucked my cock. Her ability to take me deeper into her mouth each time only made me want to grab her hand and face fuck her hard. I resisted the urge as she continued to gag herself each time she forced me a tiny bit further into her throat.

“I think you’re lubed up enough,” her words tripping over themselves as she spoke.

With a slow pull at the bottom hem of her skirt, she revealed she was without her usual thong panties. Her hairless mound showed off the swollen lips of her sex as she straddled me in my armless desk chair. I had removed them long ago, so I would be able to sit and play comfortably without damaging the bottom of my guitar. She sighed as she cupped each of her full breasts into her hands and ground her pussy into my abdomen.

“I wanna try, but I’m scared,” she whispered into my hair.

“We don’t have to have sex, baby, it’s ok,” I replied, kissing her taut stomach and letting my fingers skim her wonderful plump bottom.

“No, I’m talking about putting your cock in my ass,” she moaned the last part.

“Oh,” I replied, feeling my cock twitch and fill with a little bit more blood.

She positioned the head of my cock at her tiny rear orifice and began to lower herself gently onto the head of my cock. The sound of a brief disappointed sigh escaped her lips as she spoke the words, “I can’t do it,” then climbed out of my lap and stood to face me.

Her piercing blue eyes told a different story as she locked eyes with me. “But you can, baby. Will you please fuck my ass?” She asked before she sashayed over to my bed and seductively crawled onto it as she locked her eyes with mine again.

Spitting in my hand and using my saliva to coat the head of my cock, I stood up. The obscene gesture was taken well as her long moan vibrated through her vocal cords. In her current position, her puckered rosebud began to twitch each step I took closer.

“Do you want me to put it in, just like I did when we first had sex?” I asked, feeling silly for not knowing what to do.

“You have to be easy with my ass. I don’t even know if it will fit, so just take your time, and I’ll tell you to stop if I can’t handle it.”

With a firm grip around the base of my shaft, I couldn’t help but work the head of my cock through the slippery folds of her sex. I was satisfied after seeing the long sticky string of her cream hanging between us. I pressed the swollen head of my cock to her asshole and applied slow but gentle pressure until the tip of my cock reached the tight ring just inside her ass.

“Keep it right there while I try to relax my asshole,” she whispered between long exhales.

After releasing the death grip, I had on my dick, I placed my hands on her ass, and I began to massage her soft bottom.

“Just like that baby, that’s perfect,” she breathed the words each time she exhaled.

I could feel the immense pressure that circled my cock each time I pushed just a little further. The large volume of air she sucked into her lungs was replaced by short, shallow gasps the more I stretched open her tiny hole. Finally, the strained ring in her bottom gave way, and I slid halfway into her backside.

“Whooooooa, fffffffuck,” she inhaled sharply.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to take it out?” I asked and doubled my efforts, rubbing her ass while she tried to come to grips with my fat cock in her tight canal.

“Yes. No, baby, don’t pull out. I’m fine… it’s just… can you fuck me with what you have in me?”

“Yes,” I replied as I carefully pulled and pushed my cock into her ass, using my hands to grip each of her hips, attempting to keep from going too deep.

The attempt was in vain, as the faster my pace became, the more she pushed more of my cock into her ass. Her hand frantically rubbed her clit the deeper I went. Finally, my pubic bone began to bounce off her magnificent ass. With the entire length of my cock now in her ass, a mischievous grin split her face. I had an idea of what she was thinking but wasn’t going to give her time to say it and picked up my pace.

Feeling my balls with the tips of her long fingers each time they slammed into her ass, she gave up on trying to fondle them.

“I wanna watch you fuck my ass,” she growled after pushing her chest up off the bed and leaning her naked back against my sweaty chest.

“Ok,” I said, unable to put two thoughts together.

Falling forward onto her side, dislodging my cock, then to her back, she pulled her knees up to her lovely breasts, giving me complete access to her gaping hole. With my palm down, I used my fingers to send the copious amounts of her hot fluids to her still ajar bottom before repeating the same thing, only coating my shaft with her juices instead of her ass.

“Wow, she’s flexible,” I thought, entering her ass again and the backs of her soft legs flat against my chest while I continued to slide in and out of her tight ass.

The thoughts quickly vanished when she cupped her left breast, pulling it to her mouth, and her tongue swirled around her hardened nipple. The surprise of watching her suck her own nipple sent a jolt to my cock that we both felt. She instantly cupped her right breast and gave it the same treatment.

The intensity of watching her was more than I could handle. I only mustered up another three strokes before I sent a continuous stream of hot cum into the deepest depths of her bowels. Feeling my cum pour into her, she dropped her left breast, and the moment her fingers touched her clit, her orgasm shot through her body. Her stomach began quivering, and her legs started to shake. I kept my cock buried in her bottom until her orgasm subsided, and her sphincter released its grip from the base of my dick.

Panting hard and dripping sweat into her navel, I struggled to keep my arms wrapped around her legs, still flat against my chest. She giggled each time my cock jerked when she would flex her ass around my dick.

“Did you like fucking and cumming in your big sister’s ass?” She asked, knowing the answer with an evil grin.

Nodding my head and pulling my cock from her bottom, I fell next to her, trying to get my breathing under control.

“We can’t be doing this shit with Mom and Dad in the next room. If we get caught, we will never be allowed to live together,” I said, still breathing hard, but the realization of getting caught flooding back into my mind.

“I know. I just needed your cock in me so bad,” she replied, sitting up and easing over to the edge of the bed before carefully standing up.

Beth moved around the room as if I had not just fucked her ass. The first night we had intercourse, she moved at a much slower pace.

As if she was reading my mind, she said, “I’m so glad I had those two extra drinks. I don’t know if I could’ve done that sober. It felt good, but I’m probably going to feel this in the morning. I thought you said you were going to record it?”

“Damn, I forgot all about it–next time for sure,” I replied, watching her bounce up and down, trying to get her tight skirt back down over her plump ass. ‘Volleyball is such a great sport,’ I thought with a slight grin that she noticed.

“What’s so funny?” She asked.

“Ahh, nothing, just thinking how volleyball is an excellent sport,” I replied, looking right at her bottom.

With a cute giggle and looking over her naked shoulder, she replied, “yeah, this dump truck ain’t going nowhere,”

Hearing Beth’s phone ringing in the living room sent her scrambling to put her shirt back on and run after it. I knew it would wake our father up, and I began throwing on my clothes as fast as possible.

“Hello,” she answered just above a whisper, not even looking to see who was calling.

“Who’s calling you so late?” I heard our father’s voice.

Glancing at the clock, I saw it was after two in the morning.

“Who’s this,” I heard Beth speak into the phone.

“What do you want, and why are you calling me? I told you I wanted nothing to do with you anymore. Sorry, Dad, it’s Brad, and he’s drunk.”

“Tell that boy not to be calling you so late. I’m going back to bed, and I suggest you do the same,” our father said with bitterness in his voice.

“Sorry, Dad,” Beth replied just before I heard the door slam.

“What do you want, Brad?” Beth asked after walking into my room and closing the door.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, and I want you back. My life sucks without you. Please take me back. I promise I won’t pester you about sex anymore,” I heard every word Brad slurred and cried as Beth had it on speakerphone with the volume down.

“I’m not doing this with you anymore, Brad. You are a hateful piece of shit, and I don’t need you in my life,” Beth spoke hostilely.

“Please, don’t say that. You love me, and we’re going to have a family one day,” Brad doubled his efforts while crying.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth, and it was up to us to repopulate the world,” Beth hissed.

“Why are you talking tha,” Brad paused as if a light bulb went off. “So who’s fucking you?” Brad asked with malice in his voice, having fully recovered from crying jag.

“Whoever I want,” Beth shot back.

“You fucking whore, I’ll fucking kill who…,” Brad’s words cut off as she hit the end button on her phone and put it on silent mode, knowing he would surely call right back.

“Fuck him,” Beth growled, looking at her phone, watching Brad’s number flash on the screen.

“Babe, just put the phone down. He’s going to keep calling until he passes out,” I said.

“I got something better than that,” she replied, as she pushed a few different buttons on her phone, the missed calls stopped adding up. “I just blocked his ass.”

“Even better,” I said, taking her phone from her hands and tossing it to the side before pulling her into my arms. “You only have a few more weeks in this town, and you’ll be rid of every memory of him.”

“You’re so right,” she replied, curling up between my legs and laying her head on my chest.

I wrapped my arms tight around her, doing my best to comfort her. If there was hurt in her heart, she didn’t let it show, and within a minute, I could hear her breathing deepen as she drifted off to sleep. It had been a long and eventful day, and I unintentionally followed her into a peaceful sleep.

*

“What’s going on in here?” Our mother asked, catching us still asleep the following morning.

Beth never moved or heard our mother’s question, but my eyes flew open the second she started to speak.

“Brad called last night drunk and cussing her out, calling her a whore and all other kinds of names. I was trying to comfort her, and I guess we fell asleep,” I replied just above a whisper, letting Beth continue to sleep.

Unlike my father, my mother could sleep through a tornado hitting our house. She never heard the phone ringing or Dad bitching at Beth for people calling so late.

“Oh, dang, I must have been exhausted from all the excitement yesterday,” she replied, walking over to Beth, still out on my chest. It was the same excuse she used every time she missed something in the middle of the night.

“Good morning, princess, it’s time to wake up,” Mom said while stroking my sister’s hair, causing her to smile and nuzzle down into my chest.

“Baby, I don’t want to wake up,” Beth replied, still mostly asleep, causing a strange and concerned look on our mother’s face.

“Beth, wake up. You’re dreaming. I’m your brother. What the hell is wrong with you?” I said in a deep tone, pushing her off of me.

“Why are you…,” she paused, finally opening her eyes to see our mother staring at her with a look that I presume she had seen before. “What?” She snapped at our mother.

“Don’t what me, young lady. Why are you calling your brother baby?” She hissed.

“Fuck, Mom, I was sleeping. I’m sorry I had a dream next to your precious son,” Beth growled back and sitting up, “What the fuck do you think was happening? Does it look like we were fucking?”

“Beth, what is going on with you? Why are you talking this way?” Our mother continued her back paddling, knowing she had gone too far.

“Because you’re accusing me of something that’s apparently bothering you. That was a long time ago,” Beth recalled the time we were caught kissing.

“Brad called drunk and cussing me out, and Owen was the only one here I could talk to at two in the morning. You do know that sometimes brothers and sisters help each other when they have problems, right? So get off my ass; I don’t want to fuck your “precious” son,” Beth cried out, holding her fingers up in quotations for a second time.

Our mother just stood there after taking a few steps back. I was at a loss for words, not understanding all this built-up animosity they had towards each other.

It was my turn to ask some questions of my own after hearing Beth’s statement.

“What the hell is going on here? Who’s saying we’re fucking, and why is that even in question?” I asked, standing between Beth still in my bed and our mother to my left.

“She is,” Beth replied, still crying.

“Mom, we are not fucking. Why would you even think such a thing?” I asked defensively.

“I’m not saying that. I just told Beth to stop staring at you the way she was. She has that look in her eyes again,” she replied, only looking at me now.

“What the hell are you talking about? What look?” I asked, dumbfounded. Beth hadn’t said anything to me about such a conversation.

Before our mother could even reply, Beth said, “Well, you don’t have to worry about me looking at Owen anymore because I’m moving in two weeks.”

“What? Why are you moving and where?” Our mother asked.

“I got a job offer to work for an accounting firm, and I took the job. I’m not going to rot in this godforsaken place anymore.”

“You can’t just up and move,” our mother replied.

“The fuck I can’t. I’m twenty-two and can do anything I want to.”

“Wait, what? You’re moving?” I asked, seeing how this was the perfect opportunity for me to find out and work my way into it.

“Yup, it’s like two hours from here in the city,” Beth replied with confidence.

“Can I come? I need to move to a bigger city, so more people can hear my music. I’ll pay half the bills,” I said with enthusiasm.

“If you want to,” Beth replied, never missing a beat.

“Let’s just hold up a second. This is a family discussion we all need to talk about. Let’s all calm down and talk about this like adults when everybody is home from work.”

“Nothing to really talk about, but I have to get ready to go to work. Thanks, Owen, for being there for me last night. It meant a lot,” Beth said, sliding off the bed and walking out of the room.

“Owen, please think about this before you just run off with Beth.”

“Mom, I’m not running off. I want to better myself, and if I have a way to do that without having to not worry about shitty roommates not paying their share and getting me kicked out. This is a good thing, but as you said, let’s talk about this tonight,” I said, taking my shirt off and grabbing my towel with a clean pair of pants.

“Ok,” she replied clearly, worried I was making a mistake.

*

“I called and accepted the job, and they told me I could start anytime within the next three weeks. I put in my two-week notice as soon as I hung up the phone with them.” I read the text from Beth after feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

“That’s awesome; I can’t wait,” I replied.

“What did you think of my acting job? No need to answer because I nailed it. If this accounting thing doesn’t work out, maybe I will take up acting–:) JK <3 U. Also, it felt so good to sleep in your arms last night. I can’t wait until we can do that every night.”

“Love you too. I bet it did. I’m going to need to see a chiropractor for my back. :)” I replied with a chuckle and almost deleted the last few texts, but thought fuck it and slid it into my back pocket after reading her response, “:( Sorry baby, I promise I will make it up to you.”

*

I found myself excited and a little saddened by the upcoming move. I hadn’t thought about everything it would entail. Leaving my band was going to be difficult. We all had hit it off immediately, and they accepted me, even though I was only fifteen years old at the time. The last four years had been fantastic, we had become really tight, and the music showed it.

The massive responsibility I had on my shoulders wasn’t something that I couldn’t handle, but I worried about some of the guys as I was their primary source of income. With that on my mind, I began to think of whom I knew that could keep them working on a regular basis. Several bands came to mind just as I heard my father’s truck door close. It was unmistakable, as it made an awful screeching sound each time he opened the door or closed it.