My Sister's Innocence

Chapter 11

“Kayla can’t talk.”

“Kayla’s busy.”

“Tristan, you know we aren’t allowed to let you two talk.” That from Grant, who always sounded a bit smug.

Every time Tristan called his family he was given the same answers. Tristan could talk to the twins, to Grant, or to his mother, but if he even mentioned Kayla he was given the quickest brush offs before the phone was promptly hung up on him. Kayla never bothered to call him, either. Was she even thinking of him? When had this become a relationship where he worried over what she was doing and whom she was doing it with? Karen had been his girlfriend that night when he had lasted bedded Kayla; Karen had been the one he had given promises to. Suddenly he had given up everything so he could fuck his sister with his mother’s permission.

His bedside phone rang in his dorm and his roommate grumbled something about it being too early, though it was two o’clock in the afternoon. Tristan’s pacing had not bothered him but the slight sound of the phone ringing often woke him more than he wished. Tristan answered it on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hello handsome, how are you this afternoon?”

“Karen, that is odd, I was just thinking about you.”

“All good I hope.”

From the bed beside him Tristan watched his roommate make a fit of rolling over and growling. Tristan grabbed the phone and politely took it out into the hallway. “Of course good,” he said, though he did not go into further detail. There was no sense telling her what precisely the thoughts were about. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well, I wanted to tell you that I am here to see you.”

“You’re… what?”

“Look to your right.” Tristan obeyed. He glanced to his right and coming down the hallway in her skintight jeans and white tank top that was too revealing and cool for the colder Michigan weather, was Karen. She looked lovely, as she always does, and she looked confident. It was that confidence that made her as lovely as she is.

Tristan hung up the phone and waited for Karen to come to him. He did not understand the sick feeling in his stomach. Was it dread or did he really wish to see her and he was guilty of it? He did not even know how to greet her. Should he hug her, shake her hand?

She took care of that for him. She jumped into his arms and he did the only thing he could do, which was catching her. He wrapped his arms about her and held her close, feeling her thin body pressed into his. He found himself aching, but not for her, for the fuller curves of another, one who still, after all of her practice, looked at him with warm innocent eyes. Tristan put her down gently and smiled, “Let me put the phone back in the room and we will go take a walk.”

He did not miss the disappointment etched across her face. She lost her smile; he watched it falter, for just a moment. She retained it and held it as he slipped in and out of the dorm room and back into the hallway with her. To be courteous, which he really had not been since she showed up in his hallway, he reached out and arm to her and let her slip hers through and take it. They walked together like this down the stairs and out into the brisk air.

“It is a little cold to be taking a walk, don’t you think?” Karen asked, making a very big show of wrapping her arms about herself and shivering. Under her shirt her nipples hardened and stood erect. She may be cold, but the feel of her own arms rubbing against sensitive skin was helping the show.

“I was feeling warm,” Tristan spoke conversationally. “I thought the cool air might do us both some good.”

They walked in companionable silence that was wrought with tension of questions. It was hardly companionable at all the more Tristan thought of it. Since the night Kayla and Karen and he had all been all over each other he had been unable to look Karen in the eye. Karen knew it had been over between them the instant Kayla had walked into their lives. She had told Tristan that, and she lied and often said she accepted it with no regrets.

The person beside him did not look like a girl with no regrets.

Tristan decided to stop playing the nice boy, something he had despised in himself for the last six months. He gripped Karen’s arm and suddenly was rushing her off of the sidewalk. He felt her pulse pick up under his grip. He pushed her behind a tree that lined the campus and pressed up against her. The two of them leaned into one another, breathless. Her body opened for his, her legs spreading just enough to let him know why it was she was in Michigan.

“You drove all of the way up here?” Tristan asked of her, reaching to the line of her shirt and pulling it up to expose the delicate black lace bra. She nodded in response. “All so you could have one more fuck with me, huh?” Her shirt was over her head, falling upon the ground. She was nodding and moaning, pulling him close, trying to grip the ends of his shirt, pulling at it, hoping for more.

What she did not expect was Tristan to pull her away from the tree and throw her on the ground so that she lay there on her back. For a few seconds she remained in her dazed lustful haze and looked up at him through hooded eyes in hopes of more. She then reread the expression on her ex-lover’s face and knew that was not desire, it was loathing. He reached down and gripped her arms, a few people hurriedly walking past in hopes of not being caught up in a lover’s quarrel, or really rough sex. “As a friend you should not be here to tempt me, I am human and want to be tempted.”

“Tristan!” Tristan stood straight and turned, gazing over at Kayla as she stood there in all of her beauty. She had gained a few pounds since he had left her, her hair was shorter than it had been, but it only added to her charm, and added to her considerable breast size. Suddenly that want to be tempted as rushing in, filling his cock with hot blood that burned so quickly into hardening him it stung. He gazed at her and knew what it was he wanted, what he had to have.

She, however, was only seeing Karen without her shirt on, writhing on the dirt, looking like a woman who was just about to be satisfied. Kayla turned and began to run. Tristan, despite the hardness in his pants, moved quickly to catch her, gripping her arms and pulling her against his chest. She fought tooth and nail, kicking and yelling until Tristan’s hand had to cover her mouth and drag her back towards Karen, where they would at least be off of the sidewalk and in an askew view from the sidewalk.

“Tristan!” It was Karen’s turn to yell as she ripped Kayla from Tristan’s arms and gripped her wrist tightly. Tristan noticed it more as a friendly gesture, a savior of sorts. Karen held Kayla close and seemed to be trying to comfort the younger girl. “You are scaring her!”

“Scaring her, Hell!” Tristan yelled. “I’m just trying to make sure I have the chance to explain to her that what was going on was not what it looked like!”

Kayla seemed to have gained some gumption while Tristan was away. She stood before Karen and placed her hands on her hips, no longer scared of her eldest brother and his hands. “So you didn’t remove her shirt?”

Tristan could not say no, it would have been a lie, and he was too outsourced to come up with a lie instantaneously.

“You didn’t throw her to the ground?”

Again, silence.

“You didn’t tell her you wanted to be tempted?”

“Wait, you took that out of context.” Tristan found his voice and tried not to make it sound as gruff as it did. He wanted to kill Karen then take Kayla in front of God and everybody just to prove he was still the one who controlled her.

Kayla stepped forward, close enough he could smell the scent of her, lilacs and sweet sex. She always had smelled prolifically of sex. It was enough to make him want to reach out and do what his visions kept telling him to do. “I heard every word you said, Tristan,” Kayla whispered in his ear. Then, to the surprise of both him and Karen, Kayla threw her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him full on the mouth. Tristan was taken aback by her suddenness, though it was only a momentary lapse in his sanity before he wrapped his hands around her hips and hiked her up and positioned her so he could give her the kiss of her life.

“We will find a way,” Kayla insisted when his lips pulled away from hers.

“Yes we will,” he agreed, then bent her down, ignoring the stunned ex-girlfriend and the few bystanders who were gazing indiscreetly upon them, and he did exactly what his fantasies had beget of him.

The End