“You’re my baby sister…” He lets out a breath and backs away but he leaves his legs on my thighs. “And yet, I obsess over you.”

“So do I,” I whimper. “I made myself come last night thinking about you.”

“I know,” he tells me and I frown. “I didn’t know it was necessarily about me but I knew you were touching yourself. You’re not exactly quiet, beautiful. I felt so…depraved. Sitting there listening to you touch yourself through the door, wishing like hell I could be the one touching you, or shit, even watch.”

“I wish I would have known,” I tell him. “I literally thought about texting you and telling you how much I wanted you.”

“Gab, I don’t know how to navigate this.”

“Neither do I.”

He stares at me straight on. “You cannot tell Monica.”

I cock my head to the side. “No, you think?”

“You tell Monica everything.”

“She doesn’t know I’ve been fantasizing about our brother’s cock for five years. I think I can keep this from her.”

Fire blazes in his eyes in response to my words. “Have you touched one before, beautiful?” I furrow my brow wondering what he means. “A dick.” Oh. OH. The idea of touching his dick makes my heart begin to pound even faster mimicking the aggressive thump between my legs. I shake my head. “No.”

“Have you seen one?”

“In porn.”

“I mean in real life.”

“No.” I shake my head. I swallow, letting the liquid courage take over. “Can I see yours?”

His nostrils flare and he pulls away and leans back against the island in his kitchen, his hands on his hips. He runs his tongue over his teeth and I can see him fumbling slightly with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “No going back after this, Gabrielle.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to go back.”

“I don’t know that it can go forward after tonight.”

I hop off the counter and move towards him, the liquor making me braver than usual as I press myself against him. “We live here in one of the biggest cities in the world, away from our parents and hours from our sister and you’re telling me if you have a taste tonight, you’ll never want a repeat?” His hands find my hips and push me back slightly and when I look down, I see his cock hard and very proudly pointing at me. My gaze draws up. “Let me see it, please,” I beg.

His hands drop from my hips and grab my hands pulling them to his drawstring. He nods and I understand the implication. I untie them and slowly send his pants down his legs leaving him in black Calvin Klein briefs that outline how glorious his cock looks. I boldly run my fingers up his shaft and he groans. “Fuck. I can’t believe this is happening.”