My Sister's Innocence

Chapter 9
Confessions and Jealousy

There was no being discreet for Kayla’s mother. The woman was on a warpath she could not seem to find an off ramp for and instead hit all of the ducks lined up waiting to cross the street. She sat Kayla, Grant, Brent, and Bryce down at the dinner table on the day that Tristan flew out to Michigan to go to college hundreds of miles away from home. He was already on the plane when the conversation began and Kayla wanted to hide in her room once the ‘discussion’ had ended, though discussions usually had more words interjected from others in-between.

“Kayla and Tristan have decided to fall in love and fuck each other,” their mother pointed out to them so bluntly that the shock of Kayla’s indiscretion of the heart was tapered off by the shock of their mother’s tone. “If, in the time that Tristan is gone, Kayla strays from her ‘love’ for him all bets are off and they will not be allowed to be together. If Tristan’s grades fall below a B average he will not be allowed to be with her. You three boys are now my eyes and ears when I am away. If you see her stray, or learn that Tristan’s grades have slipped, I want to know. I want to know everything.”

Grant opened his mouth to speak, to add to this discussion, to allow it to be more than their mother yelling at them. He was quickly silenced by a stony stare. “Is there an objection, Grant?”

“No ma’am,” he said softly.

“Good,” she snapped viciously. “Now all of you scatter, I have to go to work to support my sinning children.” She stormed out of the house, angry as any of them had ever seen her.

Kayla was left alone, the guppy hanging in front of the three wide-mouthed sharks that took in all that was before them. She suddenly felt the danger of those teeth as she rose from the table, ready to bolt before she would be ready to answer any questions.

“You gave him your heart?” Brent asked, his voice neutral, his eyes light.

“I…” Kayla could not force the words out of her mouth. If she said no, she was not in love, it would betray Tristan. If she admitted she was in love with him she would be lying. Could she fall in love with him? Absolutely. Was she now? No, she could not possibly be in love with Tristan now.

Was she?

“Congratulations,” Bryce smiled and stood from the table. “Just don’t throw this away as worthless, it’ll hardly be worth the breaking of our hearts.” His identical twin followed suit and the two of them walked out of the dining area and to their rooms to study. They were showing no real rage, though a small amount of emotion was apparent. She had never been truly close to the twins, though. The twins had always had each other; they were dependent on one another. It would have been complicated for her to have ever chosen one of them.

Grant, however, was not as passive. He stared at Kayla from his seated position at the table. He looked upon her, glancing over her, watching her carefully. Grant and Kayla had grown up closely. They studied together; she had skipped a grade, learning as fast as she could, so she could be with him. He protected her. He loved her. Of everything this meant she was choosing the eldest brother, the one who had been kind to her but and enigma, over this man who had done everything for her. He had bloody his knuckles, and quite a few faces, over the years for someone who even looked at her cross-eyed. He had taken care of her while she was ill. She could almost hear Grant’s question in her head. She had been down with pneumonia and her mother had decided to keep her home and take care of her herself. Grant had sat in her room and watched her sleep and his question then, as it was now, would be, “Where was he?”

Where had Tristan been in her darkest moments? What was she giving up if she chose to love Tristan?

“So, you have chosen Tristan?” was all Grant mustered out through clenched teeth. He looked at Kayla sadly, his eyes reading all of the loss he felt. Kayla felt nothing but guilt at that moment.

“Grant, this wasn’t how things were supposed to-” she was unable to finish her sentence. Her brother was across the room and pushing her into the wall before she could continue. His lips trapped her own and she melted for a moment under his kiss. She allowed his tongue to search the inside of her mouth, toyed with his tongue with her own. Her whole body arched towards him and remembered the heat of his body on hers what seemed like a long time ago.

“No,” she fumbled, pushing at him to move away as he pushed harder against her. “No, Grant, you are just trying to-”

“Trying to what?” he asked, though he kept her trapped between his body and the wall. “Trying to break you and Tristan up? Tell Mom that you were not fucking just one brother? No, sweet sister, that is not what I am trying to do.”

“Then what are you trying to do?”

“Fuck you.” Grant pulled her from the wall and spun her around so that her breasts were pushed against the wall. He lifted her tight skirt and bared her firm and bubbly ass to his hard on. He pushed against her, rubbing his jeans against her bare behind, a behind she had not bothered covering with panties. For a girl who had been in love, who was committing to one person, she was still dressing like a little whore, and he was going to show her how good it felt to be that way.

“Grant, no,” she hissed at him. He did the only thing he could think to do. He placed his hand tight over her mouth, pulled her head back a little, and moved as swiftly as possible. She was not too opinionated in her objects at this point. She could have fought harder, she could have pushed herself away from the wall, instead she allowed him to unzip his pants, allowed him to rub the hard end of his cock against her ass before he slipped it between her legs. Her opening was wet, her body calling for him, for something to be inserted. They were interrupted momentarily by the kitchen phone ringing. Kayla looked up at the Caller ID and blanched. It was Tristan’s cell phone. Was he already in Michigan?

“Pick it up,” Grant hissed in her ear and released her mouth.

For a moment she made the mistake of trusting him, of thinking he was conceding some sort of defeat to the man on the phone. She should have known better. The moment the phone was to her ear, the word, “Hello,” spoken out Grant shoved inside of her, hard, large, and filling her body until she gasped.

“Kayla, are you all right?” Tristan asked on the other end, his worry evident.

“I’m… I’m fine, Tristan,” she said into the phone. She clenched her eyes tightly closed and tried just as hard to clench her lower lips around Grant, to slow him down, to keep him from doing what he was determined to do. He continued to slide into her body, moving in rhythm with the words she spoke. “I can not believe you are calling so soon.” She held back a gasp that trembled in her lungs.

“I was hoping you would be alone so that we could talk,” Tristan said. “I’m on my way to the apartment I’ll be staying at right now… but I could not wait. Are you available to talk?”

Kayla glanced over her shoulder. Grant slid his arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to his own and bounced her further up as he drove into her. She was holding back every gasp she could without letting her eldest brother know his youngest brother was inside of her. “I’m not,” she gasped out breathlessly. “Grant’s close.”

“Can you call my cell phone when you are available?” He hesitated, quietly waiting, not knowing that Kayla was on the other end afraid to speak, afraid to even breathe. “Kayla?”

“Yes!” she nearly cried out, Grant’s cock pushing deep in her. She rose and fell with him and she knew she had to amend her sudden shriek. “Yes, I will call you. When everyone is gone!” She could not help allowing her voice to carry. Grant was moving faster until she could hardly breathe without sounding like she needed to gasp. Grant was throbbing inside of her, reaching his own climax quickly.

“Good, I will talk to you later,” Tristan said, brushing off her indifference as her lack of privacy. She was unsure if it was or not.

She hung up the phone without saying goodbye. She and Grant fell to the floor in a crumpled heap and he spun her on her back and fitted himself between her legs, entering her pussy once more, but this time with a driving need that was sending them both over the edge. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and pulled him in deeper. He was welcomed in to the wet caves and drove further and further before they were both roaring over the edge, screaming and crying out at one another as he released inside of her and every muscle on her body spasmed with the strength of her own orgasm.

They collapsed together and stayed bound together for a few heartbeats, trying to catch the breath they had exhumed on one another. It was Kayla who moved first, rolling Grant off of her so she could stand, rearranging her skirt and brushing off her body of the lint her mother would never have allowed in the house.

“You weren’t wearing any underwear,” Grant pointed out.

“So that makes it automatically inviting for someone to fuck me,” Kayla snapped back.

Grant stood and backed his frightened sister up to the wall, once more entrapping her between himself and that wall. He leaned in close, his breath tickling her face as he spoke. “Yes,” he hissed, “and if you were truly giving yourself to Tristan you would not have given yourself to me so easily, or made things so easy. If you ask me you wanted that as an excuse. You want to break off this forced commitment. And I will prove you I’m right by saying nothing, and if you tell Tristan, I will forever deny it. This never happened, and won’t again. You will ache for it by the time this is over, and you will have to truly choose, and you will not choose Tristan.”