Lizzie’s Submission

**This is my first story ever to be publicly submitted, I normally keep all my work to myself. So I hope you enjoy. All characters are 18 and older. This story will be submitted in parts as it will take time for things to build up. Sorry in advanced, I didn’t want to rush the story line to much. Enjoy!**

“Lizzie!”… My mother yelled from downstairs. She had that tone, the tone that would make a dog’s tail go between its legs and cower in a corner knowing it did something wrong, and that’s one thing I do well.. is something wrong.

I rolled myself out of bed and scuffed out of my room to the top of the stairs with my hair wild from sleep, hanging in my face.

“Yes, Mother dear?” I called down, rolling my eyes.

“Get down here, now…” Yeah, the tone.. I slowly yet surly made my way down the stairs, cursing under my breath as my favorite Spyro bed shirt snagged on a nail in the wall. My fault really for lazily sliding the right side of my body on the wall as I descended the 26 step staircase.. Yeah, 26 I spent a lot of time counting as I was that child who would be made to start from step one when I would stomp up when I was sent to my room. Maybe that’s why I was a thin child…

Once I reached the bottom, I turned the corner and seen my mother standing with her hands on her hip looking down at the kitchen table, shaking her head. With a sigh, she turned her head when she heard my scuffling slippers on the hardwood living room floor and glared a glare of all glares and with a swoop of her hand she swiped from the table a piece of paper and held it up high, pointing at it with her other hand. “Can you please explain this garbage?” I tilted my head and squinted my eyes as I was still trying to wake up. It was 11am on a Saturday and I was normally still sleeping. I moved closer to get a better look at what she was holding, then it sunk in and my eyes went wide. Blinking a few times, I refused to look at her cause I already knew. My last report card. I thought I hid it in my desk drawer but from the looks of the laundry basket on the counter and my jeans from Friday say other wise.

“Elizabeth Rose O’Shay, did you honestly think I wouldn’t find this? You failed near everything again!” she yelled, shaking the paper.

“Well… not everything, see? I passed art class” I reached out and pointed at the only A on it, finally looking at her. Her expression was unreadable, and I knew I was going to be grounded for another summer.

“Are you trying to be funny? Because this is far from it, this is damn near pathetic. Passing an elective class will not get you into collage! Or anywhere in life, god dammit! You can kiss your road trip goodbye this summer. You’re grounded until further notice. Oh, and you will go to summer school.” She slammed the report card on the table before grabbing the laundry basket and shoving it against my chest. I winced, grabbing it as it pinched my boobs because I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Now, get your ass in the basement and start the laundry and make sure you don’t shrink your brother’s work uniforms or your fathers.”

“Stepfather, Dave isn’t my father.” I instantly snapped back. My parents divorced about 3 years ago and my dad sort of shut all communication off with me and my older brother Ryan to live happily with his other family on the other side of town. My mom married Dave last summer. He had been a family friend for a few years prior. He was a detective for the Local PD.

“Lizzie, Don’t make it worse for yourself. Now Go! And it better get done before I get home.” She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house, shutting the back kitchen door hard that it made the china vibrate.

“Busted!” Ryan sang as he entered the kitchen. I shot him a glare and took off to the basement.

Dropping the laundry basket in front of the washer, I started putting the clothes in, filled it with soap and closed the lid. Sighing, I pressed start, then turned to lean against it with my arms crossed. I know I can’t be mad at anyone but myself, but the rage building inside me is getting to a point where I just want to scream. Eventually, I pushed off the washer and made my way upstairs to the kitchen while the wash was going. Ryan looked up at me when I opened the door and smirked, so I flipped him the middle finger before heading up to my room. Ryan stood leaning against the counter sipping a Dr Pepper.

“So hostile… and still busted!”

Ryan and I had a close sibling relationship. Typical arguing, bantering, nit picking. But we were close in a way too. He is older than me by 2 years. He went off to college after high school and came back home a few months ago when he and his girlfriend Rena, of 5 years, split up. She kicked him out of their apartment near their collage. I just finished, well hopefully finished my last year of high school. Letting my grade slip this low was really stupid on my end and I hated I didn’t try harder. School was just not my thing, like it was for Ryan.

I ignored him and went up to my room to change. Knowing it was just Ryan and me home, I didn’t feel the need to close my door all the way. Dad was at work and Mom was off somewhere to me, as far away from me as she could, and I knew Ryan was in the kitchen. I pulled off my shirt and looked in the mirror that hung in my closet, turning from side to side. I’m not skinny but I’m not fat, more like thick. D cup breasts, thick thighs and hips, not a fat tummy but not flat, stood 5’7, Emerald green eyes, semi full lips, pale unblemished skin and long black hair to my waist. I was comfortable and and felt decently attractive.

Clasping on a bra, I pulled out a black hugging t-shirt with The Crow on it as it is one of my all-time favorite movies and pulled up faded gray shorts the exposed just a hint of cheeks before sliding my feet into my favorite black flip-flops. Happy with my attire, I went back downstairs and into the kitchen to grab something to drink before I checked the washer. I put it on a quick wash so I didn’t have to wait the full thirty minutes. Ryan was now sitting at the table looking at his gaming magazine, completely unaware I was back until I sighed louder than I needed to.

“You still all crabby? Or are you able to use your words now,” He teased.

“I don’t want to talk about that shit right now, ’cause I know it will be the big dinner topic for tonight.” I grabbed a sprite and leaned against the door that lead down to the basement, flicking the tab on the sprite can. Ryan leaned over and poked my knee to have me look over at him.

“I get it okay? Just try not to egg them on. You know, mom, she will fish for more reactions out of you and you always fall into the trap. Just yes her till you ‘re blue in the face and she will eventually back off. Trust me, I mastered it early in life.” He smiled and stood up, opening his arms to me. I pushed off the door and pressed myself into his embrace, resting my head just under his chin. Ryan was 6″ 3, athletic build with light brown hair that fell just over his Ice like blue eyes. “I’ll try to get her to calm down.” He gave one good squeeze before he pulled away and went back to his reading.

“Thanks Ry,” was all I said before I turned for the door and headed down to check the laundry.

The washer beeped as I stepped off the last stair and I was careful to take out Dave’s and brother’s uniforms, hanging them neatly on the dry rack before tossing everything else into the dryer and set it for 30 minutes.

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Later on that night, my mother eventually came back home around the same time as Dave. Ryan was in his room gaming with his friends from college and I was lying on my bed scrolling my phone as I let my friends know I would not be with them on the road trip. Dayna messaged me first.

WTH Lizzie!! I thought you hid that!

I thought I did too, but it was in my jeans. If you forgot, I was drunk….

Yeah, no kidding… well… I hope your mom doesn’t kill you too bad.

Thanks… have fun

XOXOXOX

I dropped my phone on the bed, sighing when a knock at my door happened. Before I could answer, the door opened and Ryan walked in, closing the door behind him. Raising a brow, I look up and see a look on his face I never seen before unreadable.

“Everything okay?” I asked concerned, he only sat at the end of my bed and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing.

“I spoke with Rena..”

“Why the hell did you do that?”

“I… I don’t know, I guess I’m just not over it yet.”

“Ryan, she cheated on you with your best friend… What more is there to say to her?” My tone could have been softer, but after seeing the damage that slut did to my brother, I saw no reason for him to even think of her name, let alone talking to the bitch.

“I know. Just….” He exhaled and turned to look at me. “5 years of having someone to having nothing at all. Back at my childhood home, working as a bartender at the local bar. This it not exactly where I saw myself.”

“You will figure things out. Just enjoy being home with your favorite baby sister.” I teased, smiling a big dorky smile to make him laugh, and he did. He closed his eyes and shook his head before pulling me into his lap and hugged me close to him and tight. I wrapped my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder. He smelt so good, and his skin was always soft. Slowly, he pulled away and found my eyes, and gazed into them for longer than normal. A chill went through my body, sending goosebumps all over my skin. I pulled back a bit more unsure of this feeling, a feeling I should not be having about my brother. Ryan leaned forward and pressed his lips into mine, resting them there for a moment before leaning away. I had no words. I sat there wide eyed like a deer in headlights. Unable to find words. For the first time in my 18 years, I was speechless.

Ryan moved me off his lap and stood, giving my cheek a soft caress and kiss to my forehead before he left my room, saying nothing. Touching my lips, still feeling his kiss on me, I laid back on my bed and replayed what just happened repeatedly in my head. My brother just kissed me, and not a brotherly kiss, but a kiss that a man would give his lover. Soft and loving.

“Ryan!, Lizzie! Dinner!” Mom called up. That snapped me back to my room and out of my head. I stood at my door and waited for Ryan to leave his room and go down first before I left to head for the bathroom. What the hell? Switching the water on cold, I cupped two hand fulls and splashed my face a few times. I needed composure before I joined my family.

Mom, Dave and Ryan were in the middle of a conversation when I finally made it down. Grabbing a sprite from the fridge before I took my place at the table, I refused to make eye contact with anyone, thankfully they were so engrossed with their topic no one noticed me, making it easy for me to scarf my food and leave until my mom spotted me. She shot me an annoyed glance, then returned her attention to Dave as he continues his talk of a case he was working on. I rolled my eyes as I left the kitchen and sat on the couch, flipping on the TV and clicked through the channels until I found movie I haven’t seen in a while, The Green Mile. I caught it close to the beginning, so I curled up in the corner part of the couch and zoned into the movie.

My phone buzzes in my lap, making me jump. Scanning the room, I see my mom and Dave cuddled up on the love seat and Ryan In the middle of the couch a few inches away from me. Checking the time, it was an hour and a half into the movie and I did not know they had joined me.

“Mr Jingles is my favorite.” Dave laughed as he watched the mouse run along Del’s hand. My mom softly chuckled and patted his leg. I rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone, shaking my head from the group text with my friends, talking about how excited they were about the trip in a few days that I was supposed to be attending. I sighed loudly and sat back on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest and focused back on the movie when I felt something poking my outer thigh. Side glancing, I saw Ryan’s foot poking me and I instantly swatted it away only for him to do it again. I slapped it harder this time, and he faked pain.

” Ow! Lizzie!”

“Oh, shut up pussy.”

“Elizabeth! Watch your mouth!” She scolded.

“Sorry… Ryan won’t sto-”

“No excuses!”

“Fine.”

“Actually, go to your room. You ‘re grounded anyway.” I glared at her before storming out of the living room, running up the stairs, and closed the door.

I changed into my Spyro nightshirt and a pair of my panty shorts, then climbed into bed. I laid back after I clicked off my night lamp and rested my hands under my head. Thoughts kept my mind occupied for a good long while until eventually I fell asleep.

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“Fuck, that feels so good,” I purred, feeling unbelievable bliss as heart covered my body. I pinched and pulled my nipples as my hips moved in slow circular rotations; hands gripping at my thighs to pull my body closet to the end of the bed. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw the head of a man with brown hair between my legs effortlessly making my pussy soak. “Don’t stop… please…. oh god…” I moaned out louder, gripping his hair and holding him in place as his tongue attacked my aroused throbbing bud. “Yes… Yes… YES!! FUCK!…” I climaxed, full on orgasm; one I never could give myself alone. The mans tongue lapped up the river of cum the continued to flow, making my legs and body twitch all over the bed causing him to hold me down still. Spent, and finally coming down from my bliss, I relaxed and laid there, catching my breath. The man never looked up. Reaching down to pull his face up, a loud sound filled my head and my eyes opened again. My alarm was going off; 9am. It was a dream. Lifting my covers, I saw the wet mark on my sheet and groaned, realizing I just had my first wet dream and actually came in my sleep. “What the fuck?” I gasped, seeing that my panties were around my ankles….

Getting to grab a shower, I press my head against the wall as the hot water pounded on my back.

Eyes closed, I breathe deep and lose myself in thoughts of the dream. Who was the guy? I thought as I loaded my hands with shampoo and washed my hair.

“Lizzie!, you almost done?” Ryan called from the door. Quickly, I rinsed my hair and wash myself before shutting off the water. Grabbing a towel and wrapped it around my body. Ryan was the last person I wanted to speak to right now, still unsure of how I felt about him kissing me the way he did. Opening the door, I darted around him and ran to my room.

“All yours.” Was all I said as I closed the door. My heart was beating against my chest as my face became hot. I did not know why I was feeling like this. “Maybe hormones?” I thought. Had to be.

I threw on a black Metallica shirt, a pair of black ripped leggings, then slipped into my flip-flops before leaving my room. The shower was still going when I passed the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, as quiet as I could. I peeked in and saw Ryan from the mirror, washing his chest. Suddenly my face became fiery again, my heart racing; I turned and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table making a shopping list and Dave was sipping coffee nose deep in this case files.

“Morning..” I said as I opened the fridge to grab a bottle of apple juice and poured it into my favorite Black skull cup. Mom looked up and half smiled.

“Good Morning, your to do list is on the counter after you eat.”

“Yeah, alright.” I mumbled.

“Hon, you almost ready?” Dave said, looking at his watch. “Wanna get to the boat yard early before the kids take over the place.”

“Yeah, I’m just jotting some grocery things. Mind stopping at the market on the way back?” She said, looking at him with a smile, then back at me. “Please try to do them before we get back? We should be home around 6:30pm.” She said, giving me a slight smile. Dave just looked at me with a smirk before standing and slide an arm around the small of my mom’s back as they grabbed their things and left the house.

Ryan came down into the kitchen as I was sitting, eating my toast. He grabbed an apple and looked at me as he sat across.

“What’s mom got you doing today?” he asked. I glanced up at him and sighed, reading the note out loud.

“Dishes, Dusting, Clean the bathroom, Mop the kitchen and vacuum all the carpets in the house.” I said, exhaling.

“Shit, that will take you the day for sure,” He Laughed.

“I’m aware, thanks.”

“When you get to the carpets, do mine last?” He asked.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Okay Dad.” I said, rolling my eyes.

Ryan shot me a look, then stood from the table and over to me so fast I didn’t have time to even blink. He grabbed my throat with little force and made me look up at him. My eyes went wide in both confusion and fear. He never did this before and my body reacted in a way I only feel when I’m reading erotic stories or watching porn.

“Don’t…. Compare me… to him… again.” He growled.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Do. My room. Last.” He said sternly.

I nodded, and he let go. My heart beat against my chest so hard he could probably hear it. He left the kitchen and went up to his room, closing the door harder than normal. I got up and went to the sink to splash cold water on my face and took a few deep breaths before I started on the dishes that were in the sink then unloaded the dishwasher from last night’s load.

Few hours later, dishes done, bathroom and kitchen done. I took it upon myself to clean more than what my mom had asked of me in hopes it would earn me some good points. I knew I wasn’t going on the trip, but I had hoped she would at least let me out of the house. A dream…

I decided for the carpets I would start in the living room it was the biggest area in the house aside from my mom’s bedroom. We didn’t have a massive house, but it was a decent sized 3 story, 4 bedrooms, one being a spare room used as Dave’s office master bathroom in my mom’s room and a shared one in the hallway that me and Ryan use. A large living room with an attached den and a fairly large kitchen with a breakfast nook, then we had a full basement used as a gathering room when we had summer parties because the outside patio attached with a sliding door and finally, the laundry room. Thankfully, the basement wasn’t carpeted. The time now was 4:23pm. There was time before mom and Dave were due to return, so I go to it and vacuumed the living room and den, then brought the vacuum up to the hallway and started that long strip before veering into my room. I was a neat person, so my room was a breeze. Stopping for a moment to check my phone and pull my hair up in a messy bun, then continued down the hall to my mom’s room and even dusted a little in there as well.

My stomach dropped as I came to Ryan’s door, still a bit confused about his actions towards me earlier. I knocked three times softly and waited.

Nothing. I knocked three more times and waited.

Nothing. This time, I knocked harder two times when he suddenly swung the door open and looked at me and smiled.

“You finished already?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, didn’t really want to be in the middle when they came home, but as you asked, your room is next.” I said, chewing my inner cheek. He nodded and let me in before hopping on his bed and laid on his back.

“Take your time. I’m done with games today.” He said and looked at me.

His gaze was unnerving. He never took his eyes off me. With a deep breath, I bent over and found an outlet to plug the vacuum in and began my last chore of the day. When I neared the side of his bed, I side glanced at him and he was still staring. My heart once again started slamming against my chest and my face was boiling. I felt my mouth go dry. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed near me, and stood. He bent over and unplugged the vacuum, pressing the button to reel the cord back in and pushed the vacuum aside before slowly and gently pressing me against the wall.

“What are you….” I was about to ask when he put two fingers against my lips to stop me from speaking. My eyes searched his, looking for some sign of what he was thinking, but again he was unreadable and I wasn’t used to this. We were always so close and mostly talked about everything even tho we argued from time to time. His fingers moved down my lips to my chin and lifted my head up to look at him.

“How sorry are you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“How sorry are you for calling me Dad?”

Blinking. “I told you I was sorry… I meant nothing by it.” My body was slightly quivering. Why in the world was I getting so turned on by my brother acting this way? My panties were getting damp and my nipples hardened when he ran his hand from my chin to my throat and held me there against the wall as his face drew closer to mine. He kissed the tip of my forehead down to my nose, then moved his lips just inches from mine. His eyes burned into mine, almost waiting for mine to speak to him. After what seemed like forever, he leaned in and pressed his lips into mine. My eyes opened as far as they could as I felt the electric current run through my body. My head was telling me to push him away, but my body was saying differently. Unlike the last time, I pressed mine back into his and waited for him to pull away, but he didn’t. His lips parted, and I felt his tongue trying to seek passage, and I allowed it. My lips parted for him and his tongue slid across mine. He tasted sweet, and it was intoxicating. Our tongues danced together as his grip on my throat tightens, making my body engulf from within. We stayed like this for minutes until he finally pulled back, his lips hovering over mine. My breathing was shaky and all he did was smirk at me as he rested his forehead against mine.

“I didn’t think you would submit so easy.” He said as his hand released my throat. His fingers tilted my chin upward, leaning in to kiss my lips once more before pulling away from me. Resting his arm above my head on the wall, he bit his lip and chuckled to himself.

“What’s so amusing?..” I said, my voice raspy and dry.

“Nothing at all, not a thing. Just… ah ha, just thinking is all. But, I still haven’t forgivin’ you.” He said, still smirking.

“Well, what can I do to make you forgive me?”

“You can’t make me forgive you Lizzie, you have to earn it.”

“Earn it…”

“Yes, earn it.”

“How.. do I…” He again pressed his two fingers to my lips to silence me, shaking his head.

“Enough talking for now. Go put the vacuum away and compose yourself. Mom and Dave just pulled in.” He said and kissed my forehead before stepping away from me, letting me free to leave his room after I took the vacuum with me and place it back into the closet.

I touched my lips as I headed to my room and shut the door. My hand traveled down between my legs. I felt the heat radiating through my leggings. Locking my door, I laid on my bed after pushing off my pants and panties, slipping my fingers between my puffy, swollen soak pussy lips and circled them around my little bud. Whispered moans left my lips as I pictured Ryan pressing me to the wall, his lips on mine, my tongue against his. “Mmmm fuck…” My fingers moved faster around my clit, my hips moving in slow circles, raising up and down as I felt the pressure inside me rapidly build. “Yes… yes… fuck…” I moaned a little louder, then bit my lip to quiet myself. My free hand gripped my comforter, and pulled it as my body tensed and stiffens, lifting my hips up as my mouth made the “O” shape. Rolling my eyes to the back of my head, I let out a hushed whimper, Cumming hard, my juices running out of me like a broken damn, soaking my bedding. Curled toes and trembling legs later, my fingers slowly left my little bud and fell to my side as I let out a deep exhale. “Fuck..” was all I said out loud. I laid there for a few minutes before getting up to put on fresh panties and my black and gray camo shorts. Seeing how wet my covers were, I gave them a quick wash. Pulling them off the bed, I unlocked my door and headed down to the basement where my mom met me in the kitchen with a smile on her face upon seeing me.

“Lizzie! The house looks fantastic. You did more than I actually thought you would.” She praised.

“Figured while I was at it I may as well.” I shrugged. “Stuff was already out.”

“Still, thank you. If you and Ryan want to go out for ice cream after dinner, you can.” My mouth opened slightly at her offer. She tilted her head and looked at me, then at my comforter. “What’s wrong? And why do you have your blanket?” She asked.

“I uh… I spilled sprite on it. Gunna.. um.. wash it so it doesn’t get sticky…. you know… ants and all.” I said, stumbling over my words. I was both excited and nervous at her offer for me and Ryan to go out. Excited to leave the house, nervous cause I just made out with my brother 20 minutes ago.

“Oh, this is why I say no food or drinks in the bed rooms Lizzie. Go on, toss it in. Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. Let your brother know when you come back up, and bring your can down please.” She said and went back to the stove. Dave can in from the living room and smiled at me, then put his hand on my mom’s arm to get her attention.

“She even dusted our bedroom darling.” Dave said, looking at me.

“You should see the rest of the house, honey. It’s spotless.”

“Well done, kiddo.” He said, winking at me. I only nodded and headed to the basement and tossed my comforter in the wash. Shaking my head, I sighed loudly. I don’t like attention, especially not from Dave. I prefer he just leaves me alone.

Deciding I didn’t want to be bothered, after I pressed start on the washer, I left the basement, threw the sliding patio door and went inside from the front door to go upstairs. My heart started to beast against my chest as I neared Ryan’s door. With a deep breath, I knocked three times and waited. He called out to come in and I felt my nerves take over. My hands became shaky as I turned the knob and pushed, peeking my head in to see him at his computer scrolling on a web-page.

“Hey, mom says dinner in 20.”

“Alright, come here for a sec?” He said without looking at me. I entered his room and stood beside his desk.

“What’s up?” He kept his focus on the computer as he grabbed me by hips and sat me sideways in his lap, wrapping one arm around my waist, then looked up at me as he whispered into my ear.

“I heard you.” Our rooms were side by side. Our beds on the same side of the wall. Fuck..

“You heard me what?” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking.

“I heard you, after you left here.” He rested his hand on my knee and slowly ran it up my thigh, then back down.

“I.. I don’t know what you ‘re talking about.”

“Lizzie, you ‘re not quiet. Walls are thin.” He smirked.

“Asshole!” I said, and slapped his arm as hard as I could, but it only stung my hand. He gripped my hips now with both hands and dug his fingers into my skin. I winced and bit my inner cheek to stop myself from groaning. He noticed, and his smirk turned into a grin. “Ryan, let me go…” I whispered. But he turned us in his chair facing his bed, and is a swift movement, he lifted me up and onto his bed, laying me on my back. I gasped, looking up at him as he pinned my hands over my head, lowering himself down as he straddled my waist and pressed his forehead to mine. Fire shot through me. My panties were once again soaked and my nipples were standing to attention. My breath was heavy as my heart pounded in my chest. I parted my lips to speak when his came crashing down on mine. I reacted, moving my mouth with his, our tongues once again sliding and rolling over each other. He growled into my mouth as I whimpered into his. Slowly, he pulled his head away from mine keeping his eyes locked on mine then kisses my nose lightly, leaving trails of soft kisses down my jaw to my neck, lightly nipping and sucking at my skin, making my back arch and my breathing more rapid. Ryan knew what he was doing to me and worked his way back up to my lips and kissed me hard, deep with so much intensity, nipping at my bottom lip. I felt his excitement press against me, and I froze when I heard the creak on the stairs. Someone was coming up. “Ryan…” I whispered. “Stop…”

“Fuck…” He growled and quickly stood, pulling me up onto my feet, kissing me once more hard, then went into his closet to grab a weight and held it when a knock thumped against the door. “Yeah?”

“Dinner’s on the table.” Mon said as she walked in, looking at me with a surprised expression. “What are you two doing?” She asked.

“Was showing Lizzie how to lift weights.” He said calmly as he extended his arm out and gave me a visual of arm curls.

“Oh, interesting. I didn’t know you were into lifting.” She said, looking at me.

“I wasn’t, but if I’m going to be grounded all summer when what not pick up a new hobby?” I asked with a shaky voice, playing off that I attempted to do arm curls.

“Uh, huh? We’ll see how long that lasts. Anyway, come on, lets eat.”

“What did you make?” Ryan asked.

“Chicken tacos with all the fixings. Now come one, Dave is hungry.” She said and left the room. Ryan put down the weight and stood in front of me, lifting my chin to look up at him.

“That was close.” he smirked.

“Mhm…” I breathed. Lost for words and so horny, I had no clue how I was going to sit through dinner. My panties were soaked, I could feel my camo shorts soaked as well. Good thing they were black and gray. Ryan leaned down and once more pressed his lips into mine, this time gently, sucking my bottom lip between his before pulling away. “Ryan..” I whispered. Again, he shushed me with his fingers and ushered me into the hall.

“Be good, okay?” He said with his hand on the small of my back. I looked back at him with a raised brow, about to retort, when mom called for us again, this time more annoyed. “Let’s go.” was all he said as we both headed to the kitchen.

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Dinner went by in a fog. I zoned out and paid no attention to anything until I felt something brush against my leg. Coming back to reality, I looked across the table to Ryan, who was smirking with his eyes at me. Blinking, looked at mom and Dave. They were engaged in a case conversation, making it my cue to excuse myself.

“I’m… going to switch my comforter to the dryer.” I said, standing and almost ran down the basement steps. Stuffing the comforter into the dryer, hands gripped my hips. I looked back and seen Ryan pressing into me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Making sure you’re okay. You said nothing at dinner.” He said.

“Sort of zoned out.”

“What were you thinking about?” He asked, pressing his hips into me more.

“I..um…” I stumbled on my words. I didn’t want to tell him I was thinking about him between my legs. I didn’t want to tell him that him touching me ignites a fire inside my body I can’t control. I didn’t want to let him know all these feelings he makes me feel.

“A speechless Lizzie, wow.” he chuckled and backed up to let me stand to face him. I leaned against the dryer and lifted my eyes to look at him.

“I’m confused, okay? Can we not talk about it? Please?” I asked.

“Hmm.” he hummed, thinking. “For now, at least.”

He winked at me and spun on his heel to turn and leave, then stopped and looked back. “Mom said you’re allowed out for ice cream or something. Wanna?” He asked.

“Um, Sure. Let me…. change..” I chewed my lip and walked past him when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest, his hands on my lower back, looking down at me.

“No.” He said instantly. “Stay as you are.” His hands slide down to my ass and squeezed my cheeks firmly before letting me go and went upstairs.

I stood there for a moment with my eyes closed and pressed my legs together, trying to compose myself before I went up. Ryan was leaning on the counter, swinging his keys around his finger, talking to Dave while waiting for me. Mom was loading the dishwasher and turned as I came up.

“You two take your time. Lizzie, you earned it tonight, okay? Stay with your brother.” She said, smiling at us. Dave gave her a kiss on the cheek and nodded to us.

“Bring us back some rocky road.?” He said as he handed Ryan a 10 dollar bill.

“Yeah, no problem. Ready Lizzie?” Ryan asked, looking at me. He nodded his head to the front door for me to follow as he left to start the truck. Mom and Dave both waved us off, and I followed behind Ryan. He opens the passenger door to his Ford F150 for me to hop in, then closed it, jogging around the front to get in himself.

Backing out of the driveway, Ryan took off down the road. He placed his hand on my knee, keeping his eyes forward, and made a turn onto a dirt road that lead to the docks. I rose my brow as I looked around, silently questioning why we were here and not that the Ice Cream shoppe. Few turns later, we pull off to the side and he killed the engine and hopped out to open my door. It felt more like an awkward first date than siblings going for ice cream.

“Why are we here?” I asked. He looked at me smirking and held out his hand for me to take, and I did after hesitating.

“To talk without interruptions.” He said. He lead me down a path that opened up onto an old wooded dock that seems to not have many visitors. The sound of water was relaxing and tranquil, made the anxiety subside within me. We stopped at the end of the long dock and he stood behind me as I placed my hands on the wooden fence, wrapping his arms around me romantically. I tensed in his embrace, still unsure about everything that has been going on with us lately, still trying to figure out why this was happening. Looking out onto the water with the sun setting, I felt his warm breath on the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses to my skin when he reach my ear. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the evening summer breeze wash over my face, feeling my brother’s hands run up and down the sides of my ribs back down to my hips, his lips still kissing at my neck and ear.

“Ryan…”

“Hmm?”

“Why?”

“Why what?” He nipped at my jaw line down to my shoulder.

“Wh…why are we really here…” My breathing was uneven again. The fire was out of control inside me. Gripping the wooden railing, I pushed back against him to turn myself around to face him. He only replaced his hands back on my hips.

“Because, I want to talk to you about… this. Us.”

“Us? What us?… You ‘re my brother… I’m your sister…” I said, unable to meet his eyes with mine. He lifted my chin and forced me to look up. My eyes felt wet. I hadn’t realized I was tearing until the wind blew into my face.

“Lizzie, I’ve had more than just brotherly feelings for you, for a long time now.” My mouth suddenly dropped, unable to speak. Blinking back the tears, I broke the eye contact and looked down at my feet to compose myself. “Your reactions to me making the advances I have been, tell me you do as well.”

“Ryan, I’m confused…I… I don’t know..”

“Well, let me ask you this, do you like when I kiss you?”

I nodded slowly.

“Do you like when I touch you?”

I nodded again, slowly.

Do you like submitting to me?”

I kept my head still, thinking back to when ordered me to do his room last, the way he handled me. Then my mind went back to when he had me pinned to the bed. I bit my lip and closed my eyes before looking up at him and nodded once more.

“How about this, we just enjoy your freedom tonight? Sound good?”

I whispered. “Okay..” I didn’t trust my voice to speak much. Ryan took both hands and cupped my face gently before leaning down to press his lips into mine, parting my lips with his tongue, and I let him. Our tongues swirled and danced together as his kisses me harder with more passion, then pulled away, searching my eyes before slipping his hand into mine and led me to the rocks that went out onto the river away from the docks. The Tide was low, so there was no worry about having to run back.

We walked silently hand in hand until we couldn’t go any further. The summer night’s breeze with the sound of the water made all my anxiety and confusion subside as we enjoyed the view of the rest of the sun setting behind the water. I walked out in front of him, closing my eyes when a heavy breeze swept over us, holding out my arms like I was about to fly. Ryan stood behind me and glides his hands from under my arms, down my sides and rested them on my hips before gently pulling me backwards to rest my back against his chest, then wrapped his arms around my upper back as he rested his chin on the top of my head.

We stayed this way until the breeze became chilly. A slight shiver told Ryan it was time to head back to the truck and grab some ice cream for the ride home. He turns me around and caresses my cheek, then holds his hand out for me to take, and I did. We again walked silently to the truck, where he helped me up before getting in and looked at me. I returned his gaze; he flipped up his center console and pulled me to him by my belt loops, increasing the intensity in his eyes before he laid me down and kissed me with hunger and passion. My arms wrapped around his neck as I kissed him back with just as much hunger. Small squeaks and groans left my lips as he growled into mine, while his hips ground into me. I felt his growing excitement between my legs while his left hand slid up my shirt. He reached for my bra cup and squeezed. My eyes shot open, and I let go of him, sitting myself up so he would back up and looked at him, scared.

“I’m sorry… I… I can’t…” He only smiled and cleared this throat before kissing my lips once more, then scooted back into the driver’s seat and buckled up.

“No, Don’t be sorry Lizzie. I won’t do anything to hurt you, or something you aren’t ready for. Okay?”

I nodded, rubbing my eyes and let out a long exhale before buckling myself in. “Alright.”

“It’s getting late, lets grab some ice cream to cool down. Mom and Dave are probably wondering by now where we are. It’s… wow, it’s 10:15pm.

“Seriously? We’ve been gone 3 hours?”

“Mhm, time flies when you ‘re enjoying yourself.”

I blushed hard, feeling the heat cover my face, and looked out the passenger window to hide it. I enjoyed myself a lot more than I thought I would. If I didn’t stop him only minutes ago, I think we would have crossed a line no sibling should ever cross. But now, my feeling is all over the place and I no longer know what’s wrong or right anymore. Kissing my brother is something I can’t describe. The taboo part of it makes my body writhe, the fire takes over and I can’t control it. The lack of control I have is enticing all on its own. “I enjoyed it. Thank you for taking me here. Can…. can we come back again sometime?”

“Sure, so long as mom lets you out again,” He chuckled.

I nodded and bit my lip. He made off back onto the main road and tot he ice cream shoppe where we got mom and Dave their rocky road, Ryan got his mint chip and I got my cookies and cream.

20 minutes later, we arrived home where Mom and Dave were on the couch watching true crime stories. Dave looked up over the couch and stood, rubbing his hands together.

“Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this all night! Thanks guys!” Ryan handed him and mom their pint then headed to the kitchen to put ours in the freezer.

“Thanks, you two. I hope you had some fun. Lizzie, don’t forget your blanket, I heard the dryer go off a while ago.” Mom said said from the couch. Ryan looked at me and smirked.

“Yeah, we had fun. It was a good idea to get out for a bit. But, I’m gunna head upstairs. Night, Mom.” Ryan bent down and kissed her on the cheek and swiftly grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed before he left the living room and up the stairs. My eyes went wide just as my mom looked up at me.