11

It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m standing outside Ebony’s bedroom door. I’d just returned from spending the evening with the girl I’m dating and her family—a pointless, suffocating situation I found myself in. Forced small talk, fakeness. I barely even remember their fucking faces because they don’t mean anything.

The second I walked through the front door; my mom dropped the bombshell. Bunny had an accident. She fell through the ice on the lake while skating. The fucking lake we’ve been around our whole lives. My heart stopped for a second when she said it, my mind spinning with images of her beneath the ice, cold and struggling. They said she’s fine. Fine. But I know Bunny better than anyone in this damn house or world and she’s never fine if something like that happens.

And no one fucking called me. That’s what burns because no motherfuck in our lives understands what she means to me, even if I know they shouldn’t anyway. That’s the fucked-up truth.

I stand there, staring at the door, my hand on the cold handle. I shouldn’t go in. I know I fucking shouldn’t, but I can’t stop. I never can when it comes to her. If I had my way, I would be around her all day, every day, but it’s becoming harder lately, my will breaking.

I gently press the handle down, and the door creaks open just enough for me to slip inside. It’s dark, the only light coming from the heavy snowfall outside, casting a pale, ghostly glow through her window. The room is quiet, except for the faint sound of her shaky breathing.

There she is. Ebony, curled beneath the floral duvet, her back to me. She’s shivering, trembling so hard I can see it from across the room. I close the door softly, feeling my pulse in my ears, thudding harder as I step closer to her.

I shrug off my leather jacket, tossing it over the chair, then stride around the bed, stopping to stare down at her. She’s tucked the duvet tightly under her chin, as if she’s trying to shield herself from the cold.

I crouch, and she suddenly stops breathing all together, as if she knows it’s me. I reach out, gently moving a lock of her shiny black hair away that clings to her thick lashes, her soft skin cold and pale.

“You good?” I whisper as I always do when it’s us alone, like we’re a fucking secret that no one can know about.

Her eyes gently open until her piercing blue orbs are on mine. She scans over my features before closing them again, pulling the duvet further around her.

“I’m so cold, Rook. It’s rattling my bones,” she murmurs through chattering teeth. “Nothing I do will warm me up.”

I sigh before standing and then hop onto the bed behind her. I slip under the duvet, and she turns her head, warily.

“What are you doing? You can’t...”

“Take your clothes off Bunny.” I order in hushed tones.

She freezes completely. “What?” she breathes.

“You heard. Take your fucking clothes off.” I repeat.

“But…”

“Eb, I’ve seen you in your underwear and swimwear, fucking stop it. I’m your brother.”

I know why she’s hesitating, and I know I’m stupid for putting both of us in such a scenario, this warped fucking scenario that’s going to test the life out of me but right now, it’s purely to warm her the fuck up, nothing else. I tell myself.

I watch carefully as she slips out of her Christmas pajamas beneath the duvet. As soon as she’s in just her bra and panties, she glances over at me and I reach over, wrapping my arm around her back and yank her closer me. She’s stiff under my touch as her front presses against mine.

I reach down, lifting my shirt and give a head gesture, “Get under.”

She pauses for a second, thinking carefully until finally, she slips her head under, the reluctant clear in her movements and I pull it down her back. Holding her close to me, her almost naked body on mine sends me into a fucking frenzy. My warmth seeps into her, her shivering starting to ease as she just breathes.

“How was your night with Jessica,” she asks in a whisper, her words muffled but not enough for me not to hear her.

I don’t answer. I know it gets under her skin when I date girls just to fuck her out of my system. Although, it doesn’t seem to work. It’s gotten even harder now she’s getting older. She’s beautiful and attracting attention from guys. Even my fucking friends. The number of guys I’ve had to beat the fuck up or almost kill is stupid, and she might think it’s just natural brotherly instincts, but it’s not.

It’s far beyond that. It’s fucking possessiveness and jealousy like nothing I have ever felt before. Something dangerous. I’d murder a motherfucker for my sister, but not in the way you’re supposed to, in a way because she’s fucking mine. Only mine.

I lift my collar and slip my head beneath my shirt, instantly feeling the warmth of her face and breath mingling with mine. She ceases inhaling all together from the close proximity. Although we’ve never said it to one another, I know she feels the same way. She brushes it off, but she knows.

As her plump lips lightly touch mine, I slip my hand beneath my shirt and slide it over her bare hip, then the curve of her ass, torturing myself.

“I’d rather be here,” I whisper. “With you.”

“Rook…” she says, warning me, but I can’t stop.

I was stupid enough to come in here and now her body is so soft, so fucking perfect against mine, it's making me rock solid already. I can’t fucking think straight. My sanity is crumbling. When I reach the back of her thigh, I lift it, wrapping it around my waist and she exhales a shaky breath.

“I’m just trying to warm you up.” I fucking lie.

My palm slides up the back of her thigh again until my fingers are slipping beneath her panties, landing on her ass and I give it a tight squeeze causing her to hiss, her body bucking against me.

My hand moves up her back causing a shiver to run through her, until it’s under her hair and on the nape of her neck. She reluctantly moves too, her fingers skim over my abs, and I can feel our sense of control slipping quickly.

“I’ve never…”

“I know, Eb, I know.” I cut her off, knowing she’s never touched a guy let alone kissed them, I’ve made sure of it, yet here we are, shattering everything about our sibling fucking relationship. But I’ve wanted nothing more than this. Than her.

One of her hands glides up my pec until it’s wrapped around the back of my neck, drawing me even closer to her mouth.

“Will you teach me how to kiss?” she murmurs, her breath warm and soft against my lips, the words a whisper that threads through the air between us, making my pulse quicken.

For a moment, I freeze, wondering if I heard her right.

“No,” her voice trembles, trying to retreat, “Maybe…” she whispers, but I won’t let her slip away now.

Without hesitation, I close the distance, slamming my lips against hers, taking the moment—taking her. She goes still, caught off guard, and then, she begins to kiss me back, that first tentative touch sparking something inside me. A fire. A fucking hunger. I press firmer and her tense body against mine, somehow starts to... surrender.

My hand moves up, settling around her throat, the grip gentle but possessive. I break the kiss, just enough to murmur, “Open your mouth. Move your tongue and lips with mine. Let me show you what this really fucking means.”

I don’t wait for an answer, I’m on her again, but this time, my tongue slips past her lips. Hers meets mine, hesitant at first, but then she responds, matching my urgency as if we’ve been here before. Our mouths move in perfect sync, her body giving way to mine, yielding to the dark pull between us. I can feel her—feel every breath, every tremor—as I dominate her lips, coaxing her to follow.

Her hand rakes through back of my hair, pulling me closer, deeper. I lean over her, forcing her back against the pillow, and my thigh presses against her warm pussy, grinding with just enough pressure to make her gasp. She bucks against it, desperate, hungry and I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

I take her hand, guiding it downward, slipping it beneath the edge of her panties. My voice is low, rough, like a warning, “Touch your pussy for me, little sister. Show me how you get off when no one is watching, then kiss me like it’s my hand pleasuring you.”

She hesitates, breath catching, but I slip my hand inside too, placing my hand over hers, forcing her fingers to move, to rub and explore her pussy. The heat of her hand under mine is almost too much, and when she moans, I feel the tension coil tighter between us. Her fingers find the rhythm, moving with growing urgency, and I can’t look away, can’t stop watching as she gives herself over to it, to me.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking lucky you’re my sister or I’d be pounding my cock inside this little cunt right now,” I growl lowly.