"Brandon, what's wrong?" Callie asks in innocence as the next category is being announced. We're stuck at dinner with my family, watching some dumb poem concert for Mariana.
The melodic tone of Callie's voice does nothing to help calm my constant fidgeting. Ever since the show actually started, I have been restless; bouncing my leg, twiddling my thumbs, biting my nails, you name it. She just had to show up in that damn dress. What a fucking tease this girl is.
Callie's eyes bore into mine as she asks the question again through her facial expression but I just shake my head. And thankfully, she turns away to watch the show.
My eyes skim her amazing body once again and I find myself fidgeting even more. The dress itself looked like someone shattered a mirror and glued it onto the dress. She is dazzling in it. The back is covered in a black sheer material, as well as some sheer sections placed tortuously up and down the curves of her sides. And I can almost swear that she isn't wearing any panties...
Immediately, I bite down on the knuckle of my index finger, enough to feel it swell as I will myself not to get hard in front of this many people. It's never going to happen anyways. Get it together, Brandon.
Her gaze is trained on the stage and I observe her slicked back hair. When I first met her it was long and silky, but now that she cut her hair, it's short and simple. I like both styles a lot, but her hair like it is now gives me a better view of her long neck, something I've been wanting to kiss since I first laid eyes on her.
Suddenly she turns back around, breaking my train of thought.
"Are you sure you're fine, Brandon? You've been moving non-stop since we sat down." There she goes again with that tone, the same one she uses with Jude, and for some reason, it drives me crazy. Does she even realize the affect she has on me? Her brown eyes are trained on mine, demanding an answer this time.
"I don't know, just anxious I guess." I answer lamely, and it's not like I wrote a poem or anything. Technically, I'm just here for show and for Mariana like the rest of us.
She almost looks nervous, as she often does when I ask her things. I just want so badly to tell her that I'm not a monster brother, though I may have acted like one towards her once or twice out of anger and confusion. But that was before I got to know her, before we shared our rare moments of laughter and friendship together. But like I said, it was rare.
"Sorry... Brandon." she shakily whispers. I catch her attention once again but this time, I shoot her a warm smile, trying to reassure her that she could be my friend too, not just my foster sister. Though I want to be much more than that, I would have to deal.
I turn back around to try to collect myself a little more. She has to be just my foster sister. There really is no other option. We would both get in trouble, especially her and I would never forgive myself. It's not like I'm guaranteed for her to actually want to be with me anyway. I get sick of arguing with myself quickly and try to push all of the feelings out of my head. I've only known her for a few months. It's not even possible to develop feelings that fast. It's just lust. I only like her as a friend, I tell myself as I do my best to ignore her along with the burning heat raging throughout my body at just the sight of her.
The poems continue and I only get more anxious from her presence next to me. Callie is going to drive me insane. I can just tell. Only been talking to me for a few minutes, but is beginning to loosen up some more around me and I'm thankful.
There is still roughly two hours left of the show plus the shitty party afterwards that Mariana has been planning to attend. But with her like this, actually letting me be friendly with her, I wasn't sure I would last.
"Brandon?" She happily giggles to my right, sounding somewhat like a small child. The sound itself makes me smile at her sparkling eyes.
"Yes, Callie?" I play along, hoping this would make her open up to me a little more.
"You look good tonight." Callie says casually. Her expression lets me think that those exact words weren't supposed leave her thoughts with her cheeks completely flushed. I laugh just a little under my breath and proceed to smile widely at her.
"You clean up pretty nicely too," I smirk and she blushes even more, although my words do her no justice. She practically lights up the room. A shy smile plays on her lips as she whispers a "thank you". The awards start up again, turning her back around in her seat.
The next thirty minutes couldn't go by fast enough. So far we've watched only four people present their long ass poems. And I couldn't be more bored.
Callie still hasn't turned around and talk to me again. I guess she's just focused on the show.
My fingers absentmindedly fix my tie for no reason at all and loosen it just the slightest bit. Her back is turned to me, revealing her smooth skin under the black sheer material on the back of her dress. I can only imagine what my lips would feel when she shivers under my touch.
Only a second later, I hear yet another presenter announce a winner which soon proceeds poem, all of it completely interrupting my thoughts.
I find myself daydreaming for the next fifteen minutes. Presenter after presenter, and Callie finally turns away from the stage but now focuses solely on her iPhone, trying to find anything to distract her attention from me.
My heart sinks a little bit. We were just hitting it off and now she doesn't even want to talk to me. She doesn't even give me a glance my way. What did I do wrong this time? I think to myself.
"Cals, what's wrong?" I let my hand lightly brush against her arm. She flinches but doesn't push me away. She closes her eyes for a quick second, like she's recollecting herself from the situation, before she answers.
"It's nothing," Callie snaps quite coldly. She still refuses to look at me and does nothing to acknowledge my presence next to her.
"There's obviously something wrong if you won't even look at me. Just tell me." Her phone is quickly set down on the table but her eyes just flit around the highly decorated room, never meeting mine. Her eyes are filled with something that I can't recognize. Still almost pained, but something else too. I just can't place it. I almost give up completely on asking her again but she suddenly turns to me and spills.
"Why don't you like me?" Callie asks, fairly quiet. Her happy expression from before is now faintly pained as she asks the question, her head trained down. Does she really think that? She continues to explain, not letting me put in any input. "Because, Jude loves it here, and then there's you. You seem to enjoy my company one minute, and the next it's like you can't stand me. I'm just confused." She brings her elbow onto the table and rests her head on her palm. In my head, I beat myself up for making her think that.
"What do you mean? Of course I like you." Even in the dark lit room I can make out the slight blush coloring her cheeks and ears. I like her way more than she thinks.
The room suddenly gets louder when someone begins to talk again so she moves a couple inches closer to me with her chair. While she does it, her dress rides up the shortest bit, exposing more of her milky white thighs, as well as making my brain practically explode.
I attempt to move my chair even closer to hers, which I end up succeeding in, as she is turned around for a split second. Daringly, I place my hand strategically on the bare skin of her thigh and I move my pointer finger in small lazy circles. A soft gasp comes from her mouth and she looks at me with a face of confusion. My head makes its way to her ear and I state my claim.
"B-brandon, what are you doing?" Callie asks quietly, and I stop myself.
"S-Sorry, I- I... Uh, I don't know?" I stutter, and she just stares at me. "Actually, I need to talk to you." I say, standing up suddenly, holding my hand out for her, and I know both of us are lucky that everybody else is too busy paying attention to Mariana presenting.
Callie takes my hand quietly, squeezing gently as I lace our fingers together, and I can't help but smirk.
I lead her quickly into the main hallway, praying nobody would catch us. I throw open the first door I see, which happens to be an empty bathroom.
Immediately as the door is closed and locked, her body is pushed up against the back of the door, trapped by mine. A tiny whimpers falls from her lips as her eyes, question what's happening. To make it clear, I begin to trail small kisses up the velvet skin of her lengthy neck. She makes a very soft and light noise in her throat that almost sounds like she's protesting, but it never succeeds to make a clear sound.
The naturally sweet scent of her skin mixed with vanilla perfume intoxicates me to no end. Her hands fidget around, urging themselves not to touch me, I'm guessing. But when my lips are inches away from hers, she pushes me away.
"Brandon, what are you doing?" she whispers almost breathless.
I can hear the slight edge in her voice but I definitely don't miss the vulnerability. Her cheeks are slightly flushed as she asks, but something about the sparkle in her eyes makes me wonder if she wants the same thing I do. So I just ask. Her hands linger lightly around my neck as mine place themselves on the curves of her hip, letting my body shift closer to hers.
"I just want to show you how much I really like you. Look me in the eyes," I breathe while locking my eyes directly with her bright brown ones, "And tell me that you don't want me. If you do, I'll stop."
The tension filled air in the room seems to still completely for a good minute while her eyes flit everywhere but on my own. Her lips are only centimeters away from mine and our breaths mingle as we absorb the silence. So instead of waiting, I crash my lips onto hers.
She doesn't push me away this time and I smile softly against her lips because of it. One of her hands finally find its way around my neck and her nails dig into my scalp to bring me closer while the other tugs on my loose tie to do the same. Our lips move against each other, gently at first, and I close my eyes as I melt into the feel of her glorious, plump lips.
I tilt my head to the side to access her better and I lightly tug on her bottom lip. The sound of her barely coherent moan causes me to squeeze her waist even tighter in my arms. Her warm tongue licks its way into my mouth and mine soon devours hers as well. She tastes of cherry chapstick and I can't get enough.
The kiss progressively turns hot and wet, pushing each other up against the wall. When we both come up for much needed air, she whispers something so quietly that I don't even hear it at first. I don't answer; she says it again. This time I understand.
"The System. Brandon- I can't break the rules. I can get kicked out and-" she whispers against my mouth. I know exactly what the system says. No intimate relationships with Foster siblings.
Callie, the girl I've been dreaming of lfor days on end, is now practically admitting she wants me. I am not leaving this for the stupid rules. No way in hell. We'll just have to keep it a secret.
Before my wicked thoughts can get the best of the moment, I acknowledge her slightly worried look. I gently tug at the corner of her lips and whisper a comment of my own.
"You won't be thinking about that when I make you come, now will you?" A smirk plays on my face as I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head and every worry leave her mind. My hands, with a mind of their own, leave feather light touches right where her dress ends at her thighs. She starts to bite her lip harshly as one of my hands travel to the inside of her thigh, dipping under the hem of her dress.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip while I worry her pulse point wetly with my lips. Biting her lip is a common habit for her and each time she does it, I never fail to become even more attracted to her. Her hands grip the end of the counter, Her legs unconsciously spreading just inches apart. My fingers make lazy patterns on her heated skin and when they are just ghosting over her core, I wait for any sign of denial from her. I find complete silence in its place. Her head falls back against the wall when I teasingly slide my fingers through her velvety folds. I let my lips ghost over hers, admiring the way she's slowly starting to melt under my hand.
"Fuck." I groan against the corner of her lips, "You're not wearing any..." I'm in such a daze, feeling her so wet with want that I don't even finish my sentence. My hand pressed to her bare core and her soft tiny whimpers will be the death of me, I'm sure.
Although I continue to tease her with my fingers, she pushes to stay still, not quite wanting to give in just yet. Her hips move slightly against my hand but I can see she's holding back. Her eyes are shut tight and her lips have gone back to biting themselves, almost hard enough to draw blood. Her thighs are beginning to shake under my teasing ministrations. I insert one finger inside her as the other hand pushes her dress up to her waist. As she finally loosens up, she cries out softly and I pump another in, urging her to the brink of ecstasy.
"This is supposed to..." Callie pants, her hands now clutching at the hairs on the nape of my neck, her mouth opened just a little, like an on-going gasp, "a... sibling... Relationship."
I breath a small grunt, almost in agreement against her collarbone, which my lips have now found their way to.
I nip carefully at the skin there, hoping not to leave any marks just yet. After this little rendezvous I'm going to make sure she ends up back at my house, and most likely in my bed.
"But with you in that dress," I speak quietly between nips at her collarbone, "I'm surprised I didn't just take you right on the table."
She moans again, louder this time, making my bulge more prominent as it strains against the thin fabric.
My thumb finds her swollen clit quickly and she cries out into the hot and heavy air. Her hips only succeed at bucking up towards my hand as I flick at her clit methodically. Her high pitched whimpers and my low groans are the only noises filling the room as she reaches the edge of her orgasm in a matter of minutes.
Swollen lips find any visible skin, attacking and sucking wherever possible. And as I find a particular sweet spot beneath her ear, her back archs in pleasure against the wall behind her. She writhes underneath my hand but I rapidly sink down to my knees to suck her clit into my mouth.
"Brandon, I can't. I can't." she whimpers loudly above me, her jaw falling slack and hands pushing my head harder against her. I continue to suck harshly anyway, lapping up her warm juices as I go. Against her burning center, I grunt for her to come undone under me just one more time and soon enough, she's pulling my hair and moaning emphatically under my tongue.
When she's calm from her high, I pull her dress back down and kiss her forehead gently. I bring my lips back to only centimeters away from her lips, listening to her quick, heavy breathing, and she's pulling me in for another kiss.
"I hate you so much," Callie mumbles, her fingers pulling at my hair again. "So fucking much, Brandon."
"Why?"
"Because I just can't see you as my brother, and look at where it got us."
I can't help but chuckle, kissing her forehead. "Are you forgetting that I'm the one who started this?"
"Yeah, if we get caught, I'll just blame you."
"I wouldn't care," I tell her seriously. "And I won't let anything happen to you."
Two and half hours later, we're back at home and I'm lazily banging on my keyboard as everybody else gets ready for bed. When I hear my door open, I expect it to be Stef or Lena.
"Good night, Mom." I say without looking behind me, still paying attention to my keyboard.
"Mom?" Callie whispers in my ear, and I almost jump.
"I honestly hope I don't remind you of Stef or Lena." She says, sitting on my bed, and I rub the back of my neck awkwardly.
"W-what? No! Moms usually say goodnight before they go to bed."
For the hundredth time tonight, my eyes skim over her body, taking in the sight of her in a tank top and shorts.
Callie doesn't respond, and I'm moving towards her, my hand resting on her thigh again.
"What about you, Callie Jacob?" I whisper into her ear, before kissing her neck gently. "What brings you here?"
"I was going to say good night, but apparently you have different ideas..."
"I can't help it when you're wearing these shorts." I mumble against her skin, my hand playing with the waistband of her shorts, untying the string.
"You said the same about my dress."
"You're just so damn hot, Callie. And beautiful at the same time, it confuses me." I tell her seriously, and Callie just laughs, standing up.
"Good night, Brandon."
"You can't just leave me," I tell her, pulling her back down onto my bed, finding us in same position we were in earlier. Callie just looks up at me, waiting for me to do something. "I didn't kiss you good night."
Callie's about to say something, but I just kiss her, the taste of her toothpaste reaching me, and I wish it was that cherry Chapstick she uses, but mint is almost just as good on her. My hands grip her waist, pulling her body to mine, then my hands, still having a mind of their own slide down to her legs, hooking them over my hips.
Callie's hands tug at my shirt, and I pull away to pull it over my head, and her hands are cold against my bare skin.
"Jeez, Cals, you're freezing." I mumble before capturing her lips with mine.
"I need you to make me warm." She mumbles into the kiss in response.
I don't know why, but that was just so damn hot, and involuntary, my hips move against hers, only causing her to moan, breaking off the kiss.
"Brandon, more." She whimpers as my hands find her bra clasp, fumbling with it.
I'm about to ask her if she's sure, but before I can, she's pulling down the sweats I changed into. I finally unclasping it, cupping her breasts, and she moans, her fingers digging into my scalp again.
"Brandon." Callie whimpers, and my lips find the sweet spot under her ear, only causing her to moan.
My hand tugs down her shorts a little bit, and almost immediately, she bucks her hip against my hand. "Dammit, Cals," I groan. "You're so wet."
"Brandon, Please." Callie whimpers, pushing my sweatpants down farther, and this time I don't question her move. Once you know Callie for a while, she means everything she says.
So I don't argue with her, pulling her shorts all the way off, throwing them somewhere behind me.
Me, having the shittiest bed out of all of us, it makes a lot of damn noise.
"Brandon, the headboard."
"Forget about it Cals, they don't care about the noise." I tell her, kissing her neck again, sucking gently, doing anything to make he forget about the noise. Moms, well they're probably trying to figure out who I'd let into my room this late.
"Fuck, B." Callie moans, her nails digging into my shoulders, and thrust into her again, still surprised that Callie let this happen.
"Callie, fuck." I whisper, not able to think of anything else to say.
"B, I'm gonna come." Callie whimpers, both of us breathing heavily as we come down from our highs.
"I need to leave." Callie whispers, and I stop her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"No you don't. You need to stay here with me." I mumble into her ear.
"How'd you sleep last night, Callie?" Stef asks.
"Good, for the most part." Callie says, looking at me, probably due to the fact that I wouldn't let her leave my room last night.
"What about you, Brandon?"
"I slept wonderful."
"Jeez, I can imagine." Stef mutters before leaving the kitchen, and Callie and I just look at each other.
"Okay, I really need to get rid of that headboard."
