Well the majority has spoken and they are not interested in Brandon and Erica's story. Some find it gross and creepy and others just don't care. There were a couple readers that did and PM me, maybe I can add a bonus chapter or something and give it to you there to read. The last time Brandon saw Erica on the show she was 16 years old. Far from 12 but still a child non the less, I get it. Hope I didn't gross too many people out, the truth is Erica now in this story is a few years away from 30 so she is absolutely legal and of consensual age and Brandon is 34. So just to ease your discomfort lol. Without further ago, Ch 18. Takes place immediately after ch 16, after Dylan and Brenda killed Marchette. And there is a little Brandon and Erica in there for the people that dig it. :) Enjoy.

Chapter 18

Dylan sits in a hard plastic chair outside Brenda's hospital room. Head dipped low, hands cupped around the back of his neck. Everything and everyone tuned out.

Except Brenda.

The fear of losing her punches him so hard he can barely breathe. Can barely utter a word to the friends and family who've arrived hours ago. They stand around, shocked and angry. Waiting on news about Brenda right along with Dylan.

Dylan barely looks toward them. Numbness has settled around him like a lead weight. He's in disbelief and rage at what's happened in his own home. At what's happened to his wife.

Not now, he thinks. She can't be taken from him again. Not when she's been through so much. Not when they've made it back to each other and then some.

He closes his eyes at the image of Brenda, still unconscious, being delicately loaded onto a stretcher. Her breathing ragged and halting. The siren of the ambulance as it screamed its way to the hospital. He sits up slowly, frustration roiling through him.

Brandon stops his pacing. His eyes flicker to Dylan, sorrow shining in their depths. Ripping a hand through his hair, Dylan surveys the empty hallway.

"I'm gonna lose my damn mind if I don't hear something soon."

A small noise from beside him. Erica sits with her knees pulled up to her chest, her eyes closed—still closed, have been closed all this time.

She nods. "I am going to kill someone." She's shaking.

Brandon puts a hand on Erica's knee as he sits beside her, squeezes reassuringly, and nods to Dylan.

"Let's get some coffee."

His jaw clenches. He doesn't want coffee. He wants to know how his wife is, doesn't want to leave her side for fear of missing anything, Brandon looks at Steve for help, then Steve is giving Dylan a look, so he exhales and pushes himself out of the chair. Two against one.

They walk the few short steps down to the vending machine. Brandon drops a few coins in and presses an order for a cup of tepid coffee.

Silently, David appears, his hands in his pockets as he watches Dylan carefully. Val by his side unusually quiet.

"She's gonna be okay," Steve says quietly. But there's a tremor in his voice. One that betrays his doubt. One that says he's scared shitless.

"She fought," Dylan says, his chest straining. "She fought like hell. But she isn't indestructible. She's…"

His voice breaks. The words linger unfinished. He can't bring himself to finish the sentence. To think about the thousands of things that could be wrong with Brenda. Hot tears blur his eyes but he shakes his head. He can't fall apart now.

Brenda's lived again and again and again. This won't take her down. Not this.

David, his voice thick, "Are you okay? You got a dead man at your house, Dylan."

Steve shoots David a harsh look of warning, but Dylan knows his best friend is only stating the obvious.

They killed someone—to save each other. It had always been his battle with Marchette, but it was Brenda's battle too. He hurt her repeatedly, she would not go quietly, and she would not give up.

Only a person as remarkable as Brenda could do that. It's her strength that Dylan clings to, here and now, to get him through, to give him that last push of wild, desperate hope that everything will be okay. It has to be. Because if this is her end, it's Dylan's as well.

"Dylan." They all glance over. Erica's standing, her hands clasped to her chest. The doctor beside her. Dylan stops breathing. He doesn't move. He can't. Beside him, Steve, Brandon and David place steadying hands on his shoulders.

Then Erica smiles. And she laughs, and she laughs, and she laughs. Happy tears pouring down her face.

"She's waking up."

Dylan closes his eyes. Joy. He's never felt so much joy.

Brenda's throat is on fire, her breath an aching rattle in her chest. As she fights to open her eyes, each one of them a lead weight, all she sees are dim lights. All she hears are pacing footsteps.

Her eyes flutter shut once more. Still, she struggles to stay awake, to climb up from the haze that's taken her under. Within seconds, there's a warm, strong hand in hers. A voice like a song, melodic and honey-smooth, calling her back. Singing her name.

Brenda stirs in the hospital bed. A soft moan parts her lips.

"I'm here, Bren."

Finally, her eyes open, meeting Dylan's. Meeting the agony and worry dancing in those dark depths. He eases himself onto the edge of the bed. Her husband looks wrecked, his handsome face haggard and haunted.

With a trembling hand, he reaches out to stroke her cheek. Brenda licks her lips, glancing around the darkened room.

"Where am I?" It's a mistake. Speaking. Eyes widening, her hand flies to her throat. She barely recognizes her voice. A raw, sandpaper rasp that has even Dylan wincing.

"You're in the hospital," he says slowly. "Take it easy, okay? Try not to speak too much."

And that's when Brenda remembers Marchette in her home. His hands around her throat. Her and Dylan driving a stake through the neck of the monstrous man who tormented both of them for too long.

"Oh, God," she whispers. A tremor ripples through her body at the memories. But she forces herself to look at Dylan and ask, "Is he alive?"

Fury darkens Dylan's eyes. "No, Baby. He isn't."

There's not one trace of regret in his voice. Brenda closes her eyes in relief. She thought she had taken her last breath. That she would die.

Then Dylan came downstairs. He protected her like she had known he would, stood beside her, and helped her end her nightmare with Marchette.

Dylan sweeps his thumb across the tattoo on her wrist, "It's over, Bren. It's over."

"Thank you," she whispers, loving him.

Their gazes lock. Brenda smiles at him, tears in her eyes. Then Dylan lifts her hand to his mouth and kisses her wrist. Her tattoo.

His warm breath a pulse against hers, a promise. His lips moving around the words my life, because that is what she is to him.

"I love you," he breathes. And when he presses her palm to his grizzled cheek, she feels the tears on his face.

Her and Dylan—they may have taken the long road back to each other, but one thing is clear. They had made it.

Better, stronger, than ever. In fact, their road is just beginning.

Where it leads—Brenda can't wait to find out.

Brenda has to stay in the hospital for a few days. With everyday she is stronger. Dylan knows the police are done with their investigation. The body has been removed. He hired a cleaning service to go in and strip away any trace of the son of a bitch and the chaos he ensued. Thankfully Tennessee recognizes a person's right to self-defense when their safety is in imminent danger. The cops knew Anthony Marchette was after them, the scene at the house proving just that. They had visited both Dylan and Brenda in the hospital for a statement but the case was closed and done with. All they wanted was to put this behind them. That's exactly what they all wanted more than anything.

Brandon and Erica sat on the couch at Brenda and Dylan's farmhouse. They wanted to be there when Brenda and Dylan got home from the hospital. Dylan had called and told them it would be awhile, they would have to wait for the doctor to come in one more time to check Brenda and for the nurse to actually discharge her.

Brandon and Erica sit on the couch with the TV on. Brandon pretending to pay attention, but he couldn't have told anyone what they were actually watching.. All his senses were attuned to Erica. They had been spending a lot of time together. With everything going on no one questioned it…not yet anyway. They both hadn't talked about the future but they did discuss telling Dylan. Actually after Brenda had left the hotel to go find Dylan, they discussed doing it soon. Then Marchette happened, Brenda in the hospital happened and they would have to wait for the right time.

Brandon's fingers twitched with the desire to touch her. His heart thumped hard in his chest. Every time she moved, he caught a whiff of her.

This girl was killing him.

"How's the article coming?" She asked knowing Brandon was working on something for his paper.

"Not bad…" Thats awesome, Brandon. Way to keep the conversation alive.

She adjusted, turning her body towards him. Her legs crossed, and she'd taken off her shoes, leaving her feet bare. Her toes brushed against his leg.

"Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

Brandon smiled with a nod, "Of course. Brenda is safe…Marchette is dead. I finally feel okay."

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Her skin looked soft, flawless. Her lips wet and shiny. She blinked those big eyes at him and her mouth turned up in a slow, sexy smile.

Brandon's heart beat faster as a litany of dirty thoughts poured through his mind. What he'd do to that mouth. How he'd suck on her skin. He wanted to slip his fingers into her pants and play with her. Explore her beautiful body like he had gotten in the habit of until he knew it by heart. She shifted closer. Brandon didn't move away.

"Is it just me?" she asked, her voice quiet.

"Is what just you?" A glimmer of uncertainty passed across her expression. She looked so vulnerable, so honest. It made him want to pull her into his arms and hold her. She moved even closer, so her thigh leaned against his. When she spoke again, her voice was a whisper.

"Its electric…just sitting near each other."

Not daring to move an inch—almost afraid to breathe—Brandon nodded. "It is."

He saw the second she made the decision. Resolve shone in her eyes and she dragged her teeth across her lower lip.

"Good." She leaned in, tilting her chin up.

Brandon stared at her, watching her close the distance between them, unable to move.

"Erica." Brandon whispered, "Dylan and Bren could be home any minute."

She smiled wider, "We have at least an hour."

And then her mouth was on his and Brandon was fucking done.

He pushed her back onto the couch and spread her legs with his knee. Kissing her deeply, he settled on top of her.

His tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with hers. They were desperate, messy kisses, filled with a heady mix of relief and mounting tension.

Brandon had been holding back, keeping himself in check, too many eyes on them for days at the hospital. Steve staying with Brandon at the bed and breakfast because they had both been too upset to be alone.

Brandon was ready to unleash. Dry humping wasn't sex, but it was fucking awesome foreplay. And because of where they were, it would have to do.

Brandon ground his erection against her, rubbing her center through their clothes.

She slid her hands up his back, beneath his shirt, and rolled her hips.

Their bodies moved together in a slow rhythm, the heat and pressure building so fast Brandon wondered if she was going to make him come in his fucking pants.

Her fingers dug into his back and he groaned into her mouth.

Just kissing her felt so good, Brandon never wanted to stop. Every press of their lips and caress of their tongues was a blissful explosion of sensation and desire. Brandon couldn't get enough. He didn't want to.

His hand unbuttoned her jean shorts, roughly pushing down the front. As soon as his fingers made a delicate circle around her sensitive bud…

He heard it.

They froze.

"Baby…you need sleep." Brandon and Erica frozen in spot heard kissing. They hadn't heard the door open, but they'd both been a little busy. Fuck they got home fast. "Bren…I'm serious."

"Come on Dylan. It's been days. I want you."

Brandon squeezed his eyes shut. There Brenda and Dylan were kissing each other, they hadn't looked over at the couch yet. Please god do not make them do more than kissing. They were in the same room, any movement from Brandon or Erica would give them away.

Erica's eyes were wide and she wasn't moving either. God they were so fucked.

She squeezed her eyes shut, what do we do? She mouthed.

I don't know, Brandon mouthed back.

Fuck. This was bad. He wished they'd go into the kitchen so they could at least get up. As of now he was bluntly laying on top of Erica between her legs.

Erica nudged his chest for Brandon to take a look. As his head raised to eye over the back of the couch, he saw Dylan lean down to kiss Brenda on the neck, as her head moved to the right, his eyes met with his sisters. Her eyes widened, seeing the position her twin brother was in. She thought fast.

"Babe…you're right I'm sleepy. Can you grab me some water and I promise I'll go up and rest."

Dylan smiled kissing her nose, "I can do that."

At that moment Dylan turned to head into the kitchen.

"Are you serious right now?" Brenda whisper yelled.

Brandon with quickness pulled his hand out of Erica's pants and stood up, "I owe you…oh my god do I owe you."

"Erica?" Brenda peaked at her. Her hand went up, the guiltiest smile she had ever seen spread across her face then she waved.

"Hi. You're home early?"

"Really? There are guest rooms in this fucking house…you couldn't maybe chose one of those to dry hump each other in?" She whispered harshly.

Erica took that moment to push herself to her feet, she reached down to button her pants when Dylan took that exact moment to reenter the living room.

He carried a glass of ice water. He stopped suddenly, surprised by the guests in the living room.

"Hey. When did you guys get…" his eyes looked down at his sister buttoning her jean shorts quickly. His eyes snapped back to hers. Then his eyes snapped to Brandon's guilty face.

"Babe…" Brenda warns.

"What the fuck?" Dylan asked.

"Dylan…" Brandon began.

"Don't even fucking start." His voice was low, missing his usual smooth collected quality. That was not a good sign. "You had my sister on our fucking couch? My sister?"

"Dylan, stop," Erica said.

Brandon held up a hand. "It's not what you think."

"Oh really? That's a fucking relief. Because I think I just caught my sister buttoning up her god damn pants. And here you are looking guilty as fuck standing next to her. Am I mistaken?"

"No, but—"

"What the fuck, Brandon?" Dylan looked between Brandon and Erica.

Erica stepped toward him. "This isn't his fault."

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Dylan asked, ignoring her. "This is fucked up. I never thought I'd have to worry about you pulling something like this. Never you."

"I'm not pulling anything," Brandon said.

"She's not on the fucking menu," Dylan said, his voice rising. "What kind of asshole do you have to be not to know that?"

"On the menu?" Brandon asked. "That's not what this is, brother."

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Dylan…" Brenda chimed in, the look he gave her made her snap her mouth shut.

"Don't Bren…" Brenda swallowed hard. Dylan looked at Brenda long and hard, "Did you see this when we came in? Did you even want this god damn water?"

Brenda took a step closer, "No." Brenda said honestly.

A huff of a laugh came out of Dylan. "My wife…keeping this from me. Ouch."

"Baby come on." Brenda begged.

Dylan put his hand out, he'd deal with Brenda later.

"Dylan, listen to me," Erica said. "I started it, okay? He was going to talk to you, but—"

"Talk to me about what?"

"About us. About me and Brandon."

"There's an us? You mean you've been hiding this from me? Are you fucking kidding me right now? How long have you been hooking up with my sister behind my back?"

"Will you just listen? I'm not hooking up with her."

"No shit you're not." Dylan swiped his keys off the table and grabbed Erica's arm. "Let's go." She wrestled her arm away. "Stop it. You're not listening."

"I'm taking you home."

"No, you're not." He grabbed for her again and Brandon almost launched across the room to stop him. She sidestepped out of his grasp. "Damn it, Dylan, I knew you'd overreact."

"I'm not overreacting," he said. "You should know better."

"Know better?" she asked. "What does that even mean? It's Brandon."

"Yeah, exactly, it's Brandon, which is such a goddamn mind fuck I don't even know what to do right now. What the fuck am I supposed to say when we come home from the god damn hospital and find you on that couch with him? You know he's just using you right? He doesn't even live here!"

"Hey," Brandon said. "Wait a fucking second."

"What if I don't care?" Erica asked. "It's none of your business anyway. If I want to make out with Brandon on your stupid couch, I can."

"No, you can't," Dylan said. "Let's go."

Brandon tried to interject. "I'll take her—"

"Shut the fuck up right now," he said, pointing at him. "I need to take my sister home. We'll finish this later."

"No," Erica snapped, and her eyes brimmed with tears. "You shouldn't talk to him like that, and you're not taking me home."

"Erica…"

"Do not follow me," she said as she whipped the door open and stormed out.

Dylan twitched, like he was struggling to decide if he would follow her outside or not. He seemed to decide to let her go, moving with unnatural slowness as he closed the front door.

He didn't look at Brandon—kept his eyes on the floor, his teeth grinding and fists clenched.

Brandon had never seen him so angry.

Brandon gestured toward the door. "What the hell was that?" Dylan's gaze swung to him, his eyes narrowed.

"You're not asking the questions right now. Why the fuck did you have my sister on that couch?"

"Dylan…come on. I'll make a pot of coffee and we'll talk about this like adults." Brenda moved to stand between the boys. "You're best friends…brothers. I know it's a shock but it's going to be okay." Dylan huffed, then his eyes met Brenda's. He stared at her for a moment trying to calm down. He sighed.

"Bren…baby I love you but can you excuse us? I want to talk to Brandon."

"I'm not leaving the two of you alone." She said honestly.

"Brenda!" Dylan raised his voice.

"It's fine Bren." Brandon looked at her. "Go lay down, you should be resting."

"Please baby." Dylan's voice calmer, he pleaded with her.

She gave him a nod and slowly climbed the stairs.

"No fighting. I mean it." Both boys nodded.

Silence surrounded the living room.

"I was going to talk to you first."

"What the fuck does that have to do with it? I didn't think I needed to say anything about Erica. I thought you understood. How the fuck could you do that to her?"

"Do what? I'm sorry you found out like this, but I didn't do anything to her."

"You were about to get my sister out of her fucking shorts on my couch," he said, gesturing wildly. "My couch!"

"I admit…that wasn't the smartest thing…I get it but you say that like I did something horrible to her."

"You did do something horrible to her." That hits Brandon like a blow to the chest.

"What? Why is it horrible?"

"Because you can't make out with your best friend's sister, you dick. Did you sleep with her? If you slept with her, I swear to god…"

"You swear to god what? You'll kick my ass to protect her virtue? Why is that your job? Why do you think you get to decide who she's with?"

"She's my—"

"Yeah, she's your fucking sister, we've established that. And apparently the thought of me being with her is enough to make you lose your mind. Is that what you think of me? Am I that big of a piece of shit? I don't treat girls like shit Dylan…that's been you."

"Don't turn this around on me," he said, pointing at Brandon again. "That's not what this is about. You don't pull this shit, Brandon. You don't mess with a guy's baby sister."

"She's not a baby, Dylan, she's twenty seven years old and may I remind you…you had no problem messing around with my baby sister."

"We're the same age!" Dylan is quick to add.

"Doesn't matter…you started dating her without even asking how I felt about it. I was supportive at least until Brenda threw away my parents trust and moved out. Even then I tried to stay out of it. I was supportive when you cheated on my sister, when you chose Kelly over her. I was still your friend. I was still your friend when you competed with me over Kelly. When I proposed to her you offered her a trip around the god damn world. You were a constant fucking presence in our entire relationship up until you finally chose right. Now I love you and my sister together so please don't think that's what Im saying but don't you think Dylan…that Erica has the right to decide what she wants? She is a grown woman. We didn't mean for this to happen okay? I like her…Dylan I like her a lot."

Dylan's hands scrub over his face. "I thought you were better than this. Out of all the guys I had to warn off of her, I never thought you'd be one of them. When did this start?"

Brandon looked down, "The night…we found out about Marchette. The night I took her home. She was scared Dylan. She was scared for Brenda…for you…for everyone…it just…happened."

Dylan huffs out shaking his head. "And you slept with her? You fucked my sister? Do you even get how fucked up this is?"

"You fuck my sister all the god damn time."

Dylan steps forward, anger radiating off him. He promised he wouldn't fight. "She's my wife Brandon. We've been together for years. When I started my relationship with your sister we were kids. Erica is my little sister Brandon…she isn't four fucking seconds younger than me. She has been through so much. She's vulnerable and careful with who she lets in. You could have fucked any girl…but Erica?"

"Dylan if this was only about sex…we wouldn't be having this conversation…because you know me."

"What are you saying Brandon? You love her?"

"I don't know…but I do know that she makes me feel things. She tests me, she knocks me off my high horse. She keeps me on my toes. I don't know Dylan, but she is the only girl thats made me feel alive in a long long time, especially after what happened with Kelly."

"A rebound great."

"She ins't a rebound Dylan."

"Honestly Brandon, I don't know what to do with this. You've been sleeping with my sister for over month. You make out on my god damn couch…and from the looks of it, it was going to go further. You have my wife covering for you…"

"Brenda didn't know…she asked…at the hotel after your fight if something was going on but she knew nothing. The only reason she covered for us was because she caught us on the couch. She knew you wouldn't handle it well. And I'm sorry…I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about the feelings that were happening between us. I'm so sorry. So much was happening. With Brenda being back and alive and Marchette, you were barely holding it together, we would have talked to you when it settled down…that I swear."

Dylan is silent, as his eyes hit the floor. He doesn't now what to say.

"I don't know what to say Brandon. This is too much. Your sister almost died….again. My only concern is her right now. Getting her healed and moving on from this shit. Now my best friend and brother is what…are you dating Erica?"

"We're seeing each other yeah."

"Who knows about this?"

"You and Bren now…no one else." Brandon takes a deep breath, "Dylan…am I that bad of a guy? I'm the boycott, boring and predictable. Stable and I always try to do that right thing. I try. I'm not perfect. There is just something about her Dylan."

Dylan's eyes shoot up to stare into Brandon's, "You don't have to tell me how amazing my sister is. You don't have to tell me how responsible and stable you are Brandon, I fucking know you. I just don't understand how you can see her more than anything but a little kid." Dylan raises his hand to interrupt Brandon. "I know she's not. You knew her when she was twelve years old, you helped her when she was sixteen years old. When did you start looking at her like she was a woman? Please help me understand."

Brandon shrugged, "This trip. I noticed she grew up but I was with Kelly. I was going to marry Kelly. That went to shit, and for the last 11 months, I've been trying to move on…from that…from losing my sister…from losing our friendship. She is easy to talk to. I admit the tension had been building with us. And that night…I thought maybe if we got it out of our systems then it would be done. But it wasn't. Erica was never going to be a one night stand Dylan. I knew the moment I left her apartment, it wouldn't be. I wasn't fighting a simple temptation, I was fighting something so much deeper, something I wasn't ready to even admit to myself. She's special Dylan. She makes me crazy." Brandon laughs a little, "I think we owe it to each other to see where this could go because I see the way you look at my sister, the love you have for her. I see how she drives you insane, how she keeps you on your toes, calls you out, she always has. That is how Erica is with me. And as my friend…I'd hope you would want that happiness for me… and for Erica. I'm not going to ask you for your blessing Dylan…I know this will take getting used to and time but I just want you to know, I care about her…I won't hurt her."

Dylan sighs out, rubbing his eyes. He is silent for a long time, "I know you won't" he finally concludes.

Brandon smiles, Dylan gets serious, he walks toward his brother in law. "This does NOT mean you get to make out, and grope my sister in front of me." He points to him, deadly serious.

Brandon moves the feet to close the distance, his hand attaching to Dylan's shoulder with a squeeze, "Pay back is a bitch my friend." Dylan is not amused as he watches Brandon head for the door, "Call your sister and apologize for being an asshole. I'm heading to check on her now."

"Brandon." Dylan calls out, a warning.

"I'll treat this relationship and our PDA with the same courtesy you've shown me over the years." Brandon laughs.

"I will fucking kill you."

"Yeah…like you weren't trying to gently let down my sister for wanting sex when you guys walked in here. I heard you…you did a shit job by the way. A few more minutes and you guys would have been naked."

With that Brandon laughs again and walks out the front door. "Call Erica…later…brother."

"Fuck." Dylan whispers.

"You did good." Brenda sits on the stairs with a playful smile on her face.

Dylan shakes his head, "You were listening?"

"It was kind of hard not too, you yell loud."

"Bren…" he breathes out. Thinking about everything that was said between the two of them. Stuff she probably didn't know or remember.

Brenda steps down the stairs, she circles her arms tightly around his neck. "You don't want your sister and my brother to be as happy as us?"

"It's not that Bren…it's just a lot to take in."

"It's going to be okay."

"How do you know? And same courtesy? Brenda I don't know if I can see that? She is my sister Bren…I've never even seen her with the guys she's dated, they'd never been serious enough. In my eyes Erica has never had sex with anyone."

Brenda smiles and kisses his lips gently. "That should mean something, that Brandon night be serious enough to bring around, to explore more with. Regardless it's not like Erica is really a virgin Dylan…she lost her virginity when she was 15 years old. And Brandon was 16…with Cheryl."

Dylan stares at her, "You remember Cheryl?"

Brenda smiles, "Which reminds me…a trip around the world…you asshole…thank god Kelly chose herself." And with that Brenda turns and moves to go up the stairs.

"Brenda you remember…what else do you remember?" The Brandon and Erica mess out of his mind for the moment.

She turns around, her eyes glistening with a genuine smile, "I remember you. Our life…our first date…the pot…the first time…the first hurt…London…our wedding…I remember it all."

Dylan breathes out, tears filling his eyes instantly, "You remember me? You remember me! You remember us!" He yells happily and rushes her. He hugs her tightly, swinging her around the living room. His head buried in her hair, as he cries happy tears. "You remember."

"I remember." Brenda repeated.

Dylan pulled back, "When?"

"Earlier…at the hospital. It just all rushed back. I don't know. It was like all of a sudden there was light."

"This is unbelievable Brenda."

Brenda smiles, "Now you know why I didn't want to rest when we got home."

Dylan threw his head back with a laugh, he stared at her, god this woman was his life, his heart, his soul.

His lips smashed against hers. Her lips parted, and Dylan didn't hesitate as his tongue swept out and brushed the tip of hers. It was instinct, their kisses. So passionate, so in sync. Brenda gasped and shivered. It was like being hit with a shower of sparks.

Dylan's fingers had found a little spot of skin at her waist, where her shirt didn't quite touch her jeans. He caressed her sooth skin while sucking her lower lip into his mouth. Brenda made a sexy whimper, her silky mouth devoured him back. Finally they had to breath.

"How's your head? Your neck?"

"Besides being lightheaded from the kissing good!"

In one solid moment, Dylan picked Brenda up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Dylan took the stairs two at a time, racing toward their bedroom. Soon Dylan was laying her on her back as he hovered over her.

"You okay?" He checked in. "I don't want to hurt you, you should be resting but baby…"

"I'm fine Dylan." She wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers.

There was no hesitance in her kiss. She was giving herself over to him, rest be damned.

Dylan slipped her shirt off, leaving her in a black bra. Taking his time, he kissed down her neck, past her collar bone. Dylan tucked his finger beneath the fabric of her bra and drew it down over her nipple. Flashing her a grin, he traced the outline with his tongue. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently. Then harder.

She gasped, arching her back, and a shudder ran through her body.

Dylan unfastened the clasp in the center, revealing her full round breasts. Palming one, he sucked on the other while she trembled beneath me. Working his way down her body, Dylan lavished kisses across her ribs, over her stomach. She lifted her hips so he could take off her pants. Her narrow waist flared out a little to her hips, and she had enough meat on her now to give him plenty to grab onto.

"Holy fuck, Bren, look at you." Her cheeks flushed, and she nibbled her bottom lip.

Dylan quickly kicked off his shoes and took off his pants and underwear. His dick stood at attention, hard as steel for her.

Brenda looked him up and down, taking me in, licking her lips. He loved seeing the desire in her eyes. The flush of her cheeks. There was a gleam of recognition now that was missing before. That they had done this hundreds if not thousands of times.

"God Bren." Emotion was overwhelming.

She tilted her knees apart and her full lips curled in a seductive smile. "Come here."

With deliberate slowness, Dylan crawled on top of her and settled between her legs. Touching her face, he looked into her eyes while he slid inside her.

He took my time, pushing into her inch by inch. As their bodies joined, Dylan was overcome with a rush of emotion. It hit him in the chest and spread through his body—a warmth he'd never get used to.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed his name. Dylan buried myself deep inside her and held there, letting the sensations wash over him. The feel of her. Her skin against his. Her scent enveloping him. The way her chest moved with each breath. The connection so fierce so deep. Open and vulnerable, but this intensity had always been addictive.

Dylan plunged in and out, starting slow. Her body moved with his, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts.

Their mouths crashed together, tongues dancing. Brenda was back. The old Brenda…and it was better than Dylan ever had imagined.

She moaned beneath him as he drove into her harder. Long, powerful thrusts that sent shockwaves of sensation through both their bodies.

Scorching heat radiated through him, the feel of her consuming him. Her delicate curves melded with his hard edges, her skin silk under his rough palms.

Dylan kissed her, licked her, sucked on her skin. Felt the warmth of every inch of her body that touched his. Her hands traced along his back and arms, making his skin tingle. Dylan was so aware of her. Not just of where they were intimately connected—although that was fucking spectacular—but her entire body.

She held him, kissing him, touching him. Brenda was making Dylan feel everything and he couldn't get enough.

Sex with Brenda had always been amazing but this was so much more.

"You feel so good," Dylan whispered in her ear, then kissed down the side of her neck.

"You still okay?" His eyes met hers.

"God yes…harder," she said breathlessly.

She didn't have to tell him twice. Dylan drove into her, feeling the satisfaction of her fingers digging into his back, her soft moan in his ear. Moving faster, he plunged in and out, sinking himself in deeper.

The pressure building in his groin was going to make him lose his mind.

Dylan kept thrusting, letting the heat grow. Feeling the steady escalation of pleasure, his cock hardening, pulsing, ready to unleash inside her.

Her walls clenched harder with each thrust. She was close. She lifted her arms over her head and her breasts moved as he fucked her.

Holy shit, she was beautiful.

A blush crept across her skin and she closed her eyes. The sound of Dylan's name on her lips and the way she looked beneath him was almost too much.

Dylan shifted down to his forearms so more of their skin would touch and buried his face in her neck.

Thrusting hard, he kept a steady rhythm. She whimpered into his ear and her channel tightened around him.

Growling into her neck, he drove harder. Faster.

"Dylan… god…don't stop."

There was no chance of that. They were coming and they were doing it together.

Almost there… Warmth clenched around him hard and he came undone.

She bucked her hips against him and called his name as she came.

The feel of her orgasm sent Dylan over the brink. Hot pulses swept through him, his muscles tightening. The feeling of her pulsating around him, made him close his eyes to savor it. He growled loudly feeling it so sensually.

The pressure unleashed in a rush so intense, Dylan couldn't think.

His dick throbbed, over and over, until there was nothing left. Dylan held himself on top of her, breathing hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight.

"Jesus." Brenda breathed out. "So good."

It was. It was more than good. It was better than any sex he'd ever had in his entire life. It was fucking mind-blowing.

"Yeah."

It was completely inadequate for what he was feeling, but it was all he could get out.

Dylan's brain wasn't quite working yet. He kissed her softly, and tried to catch his breath. His body felt wrecked. That's when he opened his eyes to check on her. If he was this exhausted, she had to be wiped out still needing to recover from what had happened to her days before.

Dylan rolled off, gathering her in my arms and kissed her again. He had no words. He was too overcome.

"You okay baby?" He breathed, kissing the side of her face gently.

"Are you kidding me…I'm fantastic."

Dylan looked down at her, her eyes gleaming with knowledge and pure satiated satisfaction.

Dylan laughed, which made Brenda laugh…and soon their bedroom filled with delirious laughter.

Brenda sighed loudly, her hand cupping Dylan's cheek. "You didn't call Erica." She reminded him.

"Brenda." Dylan growled, "Don't ruin my post orgasm bliss."

She raised to her elbow, her eyes, her look, made Dylan exhale. "Don't look at me like that."

Her stare hardened. Yep the old Brenda was back, "Fuck." Dylan swore. "Fine…give me a moment to recover babe."

Brenda smiled and cuddled back against Dylan's chest. "I think they make a cute couple."

Dylan groaned. "Yeah real cute…they couldn't hold out a few hours before taking each other's clothes off."

Brenda's head raised again, that look again shown back at him.

"Oh like you couldn't wait when you swore up and down that I needed rest?"

"Christ Brandon was right you do drive me insane."

Brenda giggled, grabbing her phone from the side table. She handed it wordlessly to Dylan.

He took a deep breath, swallowed his pride and called his sister. He knew he had to and the truth was he also knew Brenda would not stop hounding him until he did. Erica deserved happiness. It might take awhile to truly accept them and forgive his brother. He was still angry, deep down but Dylan also knew, after the last year, they all deserved a little happiness. Brandon and Dylan's friendship had seen hurdles, he wasn't going to be the reason to drive anymore wedges between his friendship with Brandon. He had done it enough over the years. But…if he hurt her…he'd kill him.

So Brenda got her memory back, and Dylan knows about Brandon and Erica. Next the epilogue, we check in one last time with the gang and Brenda tells Dylan she's decided something big. Hit review my friends and if you have not checked out my newest DylanLovesBrenda video on YouTube that goes with this story, do it already!