A/N: you guyyyyyyyys. Thanks for sitting tight, I am making up for the wait with a heavily M-rated, too-hot-for-TV, don't read in public or in front of family chapter featuring the main pairing and a new one. In our last installment, all your faves were at a house party when a fight broke out between Summer and her new nemesis Maxine. While everyone else helped break it up, Seth watched from the sidelines...and a wild Sasha appeared, outta nowhere! I promised a few light happy chapters before we get back to the drama. Enjoy it while it lasts, ahahaha-! (Wyatt blerp)
Chapter 20 - Little Sis
With the fight and its drama completely dissipated, Summer and Kelly left the party with Alicia so they could put her to bed. Nikki and Aksana had found some company for the night, and they were still out on the dance floor making plans. Back on the couches in the den, Roman introduced Sasha to anyone that didn't know her already, and explained how she fit into this testosterone-heavy family. Emma stuck close by to Zack, and Darren joined the group to hear the story too.
"We were in the foster system at the same time." said Roman, referring to himself and Sasha. "We lived in the same house for a while, 'til I was fifteen and she was about eleven or twelve. By then, Seth and Dean were a big part of our family too, so even after she got transferred, the three of us kept an eye on her."
Roman threw a lopsided, nostalgic smile Sasha's way. Sasha shook her head and laughed, remembering it all very well. None of them were related by blood, but in a way they were closer to each other than if they'd shared any parents.
"Let me guess," said Darren. "Over-protective?"
"If anyone even looked at me funny," Sasha said. "They got a visit from the 'Hounds of Justice.'"
"The who's of whatsis?" Kaitlyn sputtered, delighted by the name alone. She looked at Roman with wide eyes, then at Seth and Dean in equal turns, waiting for one of them to offer up an explanation. The three boys exchanged looks of their own, sheepish smiles spreading on their faces.
Absent-mindedly, Dean laced his fingers through AJ's and squeezed her hand. He hadn't told her about this silly childhood detail yet, but he wanted her to know it applied to her too.
"What?" Sasha exclaimed at their sheepish expressions. "Since when are you so shy? The Hounds of Justice are not shy."
"How are you gonna blow our secret identities like that, sis?" Roman teased her.
"We've been compromised." Dean said, melodramatically serious.
Sasha rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Typical."
"Seriously," Kaitlyn demanded. "Someone has to fess up here."
Seth spoke up next. "When we were twelve," he explained reluctantly, "We came up with this idea..."
Was that a blush creeping into his cheeks?! AJ glanced at Dean, whose own sheepish smile was now a grin.
"The Hounds Of Justice!" Dean shouted, giving in to the story now that their cover had been blown.
"Here to fuck you up." Roman added in a deep voice. He and Dean barked like vicious dogs. They hadn't done the wolf howl in a long time, and it was a hell of a lot more effective with their grown-up voices.
"That was the original catch phrase, anyway." Seth went on, chuckling at what their twelve-year-old selves thought was so unbearably cool. "It was like our version of the Ninja Turtles, except we were a pack of stray dogs."
AJ giggled to herself and snuggled up closer to Dean's side. He'd hinted at the pact they'd made as kids, to never let anyone mess with them ever again. She was enjoying the peek into his past. With her thumb, AJ caressed Dean's knuckle tape gingerly. She knew they were still capable of defending themselves against any enemies.
"At first it was to protect ourselves." Seth continued.
"We were kinda stringy back then." Roman admitted, eliciting another cooing aw from Kaitlyn.
"But eventually we figured out the three of us together could take on one bully at a time."
"And then you started working out," said Sasha. "And you could take on anyone."
"Did you ever beat anyone up?" AJ asked.
"Uh, yeah," Dean answered sarcastically. "That was kind of the point." It earned him a tiny elbow to the ribs, but he wiggled his taped hand in AJ's face to remind her who she was dealing with here.
"We broke a kid's arm once." said Roman.
Seth made a sound as if the memory had punched him in the gut. "Fuuuuck. I almost threw up when that happened."
"How old were you!?" Kaitlyn exclaimed.
"Thirteen?" Roman guessed, looking to Dean for a definitive answer.
"Thirteen or fourteen, yeah." Dean answered.
"Dude had it coming!" Seth insisted, despite his own revulsion. "He was making fun of a disabled kid, almost knocked him out of his wheelchair."
"We thought we'd give him a little taste of his own bullying." Dean added.
"Were you trying to break his arm?" AJ asked.
"Definitely not." Roman admitted. "We wanted to scare him, make him shit his pants, admit he was wrong-"
"Who actually broke it though?" AJ asked.
"Come on, you know it was Dean." Seth answered. Dean gave him a sneering look, at which Seth grinned. "Ancient history, of course."
"Dean!" AJ scolded him with a questioning smile.
"I was just trying to hold him! He was struggling way too much."
"The kid cried afterward." Roman reminded his brothers.
"I cried afterward." Dean confessed.
The girls 'aw'd again, and Sasha smiled at how well her brothers' childhood pact was serving them as grown men. Their ladies were eating it up.
"Seth, where's your girl?" she asked bluntly. "I know you guys don't do anything unless it's all three of you."
Dean and Roman glanced at each other and cracked up. She may have grown up, but she was still their bratty little sister with the sharpest tongue in the neighborhood. Seth's chuckle was less amused. He looked down at his beer bottle as everyone waited for his answer. Fortunately the party began to break up at that moment, saving Seth from an explanation.
"Everybody out!" the house owner said over a microphone as José abruptly cut his music. "Party's over!"
All the party guests knew the drill; get the fuck out or get in trouble. Everyone started filing out of the house in a hurry.
"Shit, I just got here!" Sasha yelled over the resulting commotion.
"Someone must have called the cops after that fight." Darren said, draining his beer and leaving the cup on a nearby table.
"The cops?!" Dean made a face, unimpressed. "I thought we handled it."
"Johnny probably called them when he disappeared." said Kaitlyn. "To protect himself from Maxine."
"Good thing we have the Hounds of Justice here to keep us safe." AJ said to Dean, tugging on his hand as she stood up.
The end of the party was the perfect excuse for everyone to go their separate ways. Zack was floating like a helium balloon as he walked with Emma. She'd asked him to take her to his place. Kaitlyn and AJ watched them go, confident that they'd take care of each other even if it was awkward at times. When it came time for the core friends to part, Kaitlyn and AJ gave each other goodbye pecks on the cheek.
"Gym tomorrow." Kaitlyn said as she backed away, pointing at AJ's face. "No excuses!"
Dean put his arm around AJ's shoulders as they drifted away from the pack. "Oh, she's gonna get a workout tonight." he said. "Squat thrusts." he added with a ridiculous amount of enunciation, right before AJ attempted to cover his mouth with her hand.
"Just make sure she stretches after." Kaitlyn played along, adding to her best friend's mortification.
"I swear, if the cops weren't already on the way..." AJ shook her head in mock-disappointment.
"Toodles!" Kaitlyn sang, jogging to catch up with Roman, Seth and Sasha.
"You said you're staying with your cousin?" Roman asked his little sister. She hadn't left their side since she'd shown up at the party, and didn't seem to have a ride. All she had with her was the backpack she'd picked up from the floor before they left.
"Uhm..." Sasha stalled. "I was actually going to ask you guys..."
Roman chuckled at the sweet little girl routine. "You can stay with us."
"Really?" Sasha smiled excitedly.
"Are we planning a sleepover?" Kaitlyn asked, wrapping her arms around Roman's waist and grinning with similar girlish excitement at the idea. Sasha glanced at Seth, who was walking along with them a few feet away.
"Seth, is that cool?" Sasha asked him.
"Of course." Seth answered casually.
"Even if it's for a couple days?" she pressed.
"You're family, Sash." Seth walked closer and put his arm around her shoulders. "What kinda brothers would we be if we said no?"
"Does your family know about our sleepovers yet?" Dean asked. His breath on her neck as he murmured made AJ shiver.
"No..." she answered coyly. "They still think I'm at Kaitlyn's."
Dean pulled her closer. "You're such a bad girl." he teased. Her quiet chuckle cut off when she felt his tongue just under her ear. She moaned, and scratched his scalp and pulled his hair the way he liked.
AJ had pounced as soon as they were inside his otherwise empty house, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him fiercely as Dean groped his way blindly up the stairs to his bedroom. He sat down on the edge of his bed with AJ straddling his lap, stopping the face meld only to take off her t-shirt. He kissed the tops of her breasts, and licked his way back up to her neck.
AJ giggled. "Are the hounds of justice going to come after me?"
"Naw..." Dean sucked on her earlobe, until she was whining and wriggling her body against his. "Might have to do you doggy style, though..."
AJ pulled harder on his hair, hard enough to pull him away from her neck. That allowed her to take his mouth in a deep kiss. Seemed like a yes to him. When she released him, she looked into his eyes.
"You like that?" he taunted her. She bit her lip and nodded. He pulled at her clothes, and she was eager to help him peel them all off. "You want me to fuck you like that?"
"Yeah." AJ nodded, taking over her clothes so Dean could work on his own. She got completely naked, and got on her knees in the middle of his bed to watch him undress. Her hand was between her legs; he could see her fingertips, touching herself, opening herself up for him. Then he was bare naked too, stroking himself harder, already throbbing at the thought of being inside her.
"Turn around." he told her. "Put your head down."
She followed his direction, nuzzling the sheets where she rested her cheek and forehead. With her ass in the air she felt completely vulnerable, but she knew she was safe with him.
"Be gentle at first." AJ whispered.
"Whatever you need. You know I'll take care of you."
He stroked her with his entire hand, his thumb pressing against her entrance while his fingers slid up and down a slippery wet slit. AJ moaned gratefully. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her, and he would always do what she asked. Right now all he wanted was to have his hand soaked, and she couldn't help but comply. He rubbed her back with one hand and played with her pussy with the other until she was panting and moving her hips in time with his hand motions.
"That feels so good." AJ moaned.
"Yeah it does." Dean took his hand back, grabbed her hips with both hands and squeezed. His cock rubbed against her, tracing a line of pre-cum near the crease of her thigh. He wanted to shove himself inside and make her scream but she needed a little more work before he made that happen.
"I don't think you'll need gentle after this..."
AJ felt the mattress move when Dean shifted his weight. Her eyes fluttered open; she didn't remember closing them before. He hunched down and gave her ass cheek a kiss before diving in between her legs. She gasped a little when he pressed his tongue against her, tried to shift her hips to give him even more access so that the tip of his tongue could flick against her clit. She was melting, moaning into the bed, close to coming when he rose back to his knees.
"Now you're ready." Dean said confidently, quickly grabbing a condom.
"Make me come," AJ begged. "Please..."
"You know I will." He stroked the condom down his shaft, licking his lips so he could keep tasting her. "Lick your fingers for me?"
AJ slipped the tips of three fingers past her lips, sucking softly and tasting what she'd produced when she was touching herself. She liked it even more when he was watching, knowing it turned him on.
"You taste so fucking good." he told her. He gripped one of her hips, and she felt the head of his cock pressing into her. She moaned loudly around her fingertips, pushing her fingers deeper into her mouth subconsciously as his cock pressed deeper into her pussy. His fingertips dug into both hips, until he'd buried himself as deep as he could go.
AJ's fingers slid out of her mouth and her wet hand grabbed a handful of sheets, holding on for dear life.
"Is that good?" he asked. AJ nodded, breathing heavily. He pulled a few inches out, then pushed slowly back in.
"Uhnn!" AJ called out.
"Spread your knees apart a little more."
AJ arched her back and did as she was told.
"Yeah, that's good..." Dean breathed. He pulled out and watched AJ's grip on the sheets tighten as he slid all the way back inside. He had a tight grip on her hips, in complete control as he satisfied that ache inside of her that he created. She was already tingling all over, toes curled as his thrusts came harder and faster. He moaned at the tightness that felt as good to him as its stretching felt to AJ. He trusted her to tell him if it was too much. All the sounds he was forcing out of her throat were pleasure. He bore down even more, one hand moving to the nape of her neck. He fisted a handful of her chocolate brown hair and pressed her head into the mattress. She cried out, a feeling like she was floating making her high despite the pressure of Dean's grip from above.
"You like that, don't you? Nnh..." Dean groaned.
Her loud moans, the only answer to his question, were muffled by the bed. AJ got her hand between her legs, and gasped. Her whining intensified and her body began to shake, even more than Dean's slapping thrusts made her shake. He picked one knee up, planting his foot down on the bed to get better leverage. He was in control of her body but Dean was about to lose control of his own. AJ shrieked at his deepest thrusts, her fingertips slippery on her clit. The pain blossoming from her scalp intensified the pleasure spreading through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut until she saw stars, riding out her orgasm while Dean finished riding her.
"Yeah, baby-" AJ moaned, sighing when Dean released her hair and placed his hand back on her hip. "Oh my god..." It kept pulsing through her, before, during and after Dean's uneven, orgasmic thrusts. He pushed down on her back, spreading her thighs in a near split, finishing with a few more erratic pumping motions. The stretch felt good to her flexible legs, and AJ sighed with satisfaction as the tempo slowed and she got to catch her breath. She turned her head and stretched her neck the other way, and when Dean pulled out she stayed writhing on her stomach, her fading orgasm still sending phantom waves of pleasure through her muscles.
"Unghh, fuck..." Dean grunted. He took care of his condom, and collapsed on the bed next to his girlfriend. He slapped her ass on the way down, getting an adorable moaning shout in response. "You took that like a champ." he congratulated her jokingly.
"Mmm." AJ smirked through her haze. "I'll never walk again."
"Good. I can keep you right here with me..."
AJ turned her head up to meet him when he leaned over for a kiss. She could still taste herself on his tongue, lapped deeper into his mouth for it. She felt closer to him in that moment. The sex could get wild, but it was more than that. She trusted him with every part of her body, including her heart. When their kiss ended her heart felt so full she could no longer keep it to herself.
"I love you." AJ whispered, his lips still close to hers. He was silent for a moment, and she watched his lips twitch, like he wasn't quite sure how to say the words back to her. AJ held her breath, hoping he would respond, even if it was just to acknowledge that she'd said it.
He didn't mean to withhold. It had just taken him by surprise. The longer the words hung in the air between them, the more he realized he'd been feeling the same way for a while now. He couldn't remember saying it like that to anyone else. He didn't remember feeling like this with anyone else. In a way, it scared him shitless, but when had he ever let that stop him from anything?
"I love you too." he whispered back, testing the words out. Turned out to be pretty easy. And fuck, it felt really good, too. When AJ looked up, and he could see in her eyes how happy it made her, it made him happy. She kissed him again, and curled up in his arms to go to sleep.
"I can't believe you guys still live together." Sasha commented on her way in to Seth and Roman's apartment.
"Why not?" asked Roman. He locked up behind them, tossing his keys onto a table near the door.
Sasha shrugged and set her bag down and looked around. "I mean, I love that you live together. Makes it feel even more like old times."
"I wish I could've seen you guys back then." Kaitlyn commented. "Be right back, I've had to pee since before the party broke up!"
Sasha took a seat on the couch and waited for Kaitlyn to be out of earshot. Then she looked at Roman, seated in the chair across from her.
"She seems really cool." Sasha said quietly. "You did good."
"Thanks." Roman smiled, stretching out in his chair. "It's still pretty new, but, it feels like I've known her forever."
Sasha nodded. "That's a good way to start. Where's Dean, though? Why doesn't he live with you guys?"
"He still lives with Roddy." said Seth.
"Awww, Mr. Piper!" Sasha began to unzip her heeled boots. "He took care of us, didn't he?"
"Yeah, he did." Seth agreed. "You should go see him while you're in town, I bet he'd freak."
"I will. I hope the walls are thick though, Dean seemed pretty cozy with the little brunette..."
"Who you callin' little?" Seth teased.
"Uh, you?" Sasha tossed one of her heeled boots in Seth's direction. He easily sidestepped, but had to slap the second one away from his face. All in a day's work for a big brother.
"You want some water?" he asked her instead of retaliating.
"Sure." said Sasha. "Serve me." she added imperiously.
"Pfft." Seth waved his hands at her, but he still went to get the water.
"That's what I thought." Sasha called after him.
"You're getting mouthwash!" Seth threatened from the kitchen.
Roman brought the conversation back to her previous comments. "I can't believe you didn't tell us you were coming. Or that we fell out of touch for so long. It's been a minute, li'l sis."
"I know." Sasha smiled sheepishly. "Sorry I didn't call more often."
"It's okay." Roman said gently. "I'm glad you're here now."
Sasha's smile faltered. She looked to Roman as if she wanted to say something, but Seth returned with two cups full of water before she had a chance. She shook the feeling, and put her smile back on. "You guys are way too muscular right now," she motioned toward Seth's arms. "It's freaking me out."
Roman smiled serenely, still buzzed from the party. "The Hounds have to stay fit, 'cause...justice is heavy."
Sasha stared at him straight-faced. "Ew." she deadpanned, but she couldn't keep that straight face for long. Kaitlyn returned to the living room then, falling gracefully into Roman's lap with a big goofy smile.
"So," Seth poked Sasha's socked foot with one of his toes from where he stood next to the couch. "What have you been up to in Boston?"
Sasha took a long drink, stalling for time. "A little bit of everything, you know? I waited tables, did reception at a nail salon. I've been modeling -"
"Ohhh, that explains the fancy pants outfit." Seth smirked, waiting for the inevitable response. Sasha did not disappoint.
"Excuse me, what you see here?" Sasha motioned to her new look. "Is due to the hustle. You of all people should know about that." Sasha made a show of looking around their simple apartment and its lack of decoration. "Or maybe you wouldn't. What have you guys been up to? You are in serious need of a feminine touch here."
Roman raised his eyebrows at a giggling Kaitlyn.
"Don't look at me." Kaitlyn warned them, hand raised in surrender. "I was raised in a barn."
"We're saving our money for something bigger." Seth assured Sasha. "We're not gonna waste it on designer suits when we drive cars and hit punching bags all day long."
"Well, a model has to look the part to book jobs, okay?"
"Sure, sure..." Seth glanced at Roman and Kaitlyn cuddling on their chair. "Hey...since these lovebirds are shacking up, you can take my bed tonight. I'll sleep on the couch."
"No! I'll take the couch. Look, I'm already comfy." Sasha insisted, stretching out across two cushions.
"Still so bossy." Seth muttered, shaking his head.
"What can I say, I'm the hound of getting shit done. Just bring me a blanket?"
"We'll find one. I mean, it'll be a plain, old, regular-person blanket, is that okay or do you need a fancy one?"
She had no more shoes to throw, so Sasha tossed a pillow at his face instead. Kaitlyn chuckled at their bickering, but, despite her best effort to stay alert, the chuckle quickly turned into a deep yawn.
"You tired?" Roman asked, rubbing her leg.
"I barely slept last night." Kaitlyn explained. "Worked too late, gym'd too early."
"And you played bouncer at the party tonight." Seth added. "Breaking up fights and everything."
"Yeah, that was weird." Kaitlyn yawned again and ran a hand through her hair. "Maxine brings out the worst in people."
"Don't stay up on my account." Sasha told them. "You should carry your queen to bed, Roman."
Kaitlyn liked that idea, even more when Roman followed the suggestion.
"My king!" Kaitlyn exclaimed dramatically, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her. "PS, I love this girl." she told the boys, pointing at Sasha.
"Don't fall asleep too fast..." Sasha called after them quietly, watching them disappear around the corner towards the bedrooms.
"You've come a long way, Sash." Seth commented quietly with a soft smile. "Back in the day you would have tortured Roman's girlfriend until she disappeared."
"I've grown up a little since then." Sasha reminded him.
"I noticed." Seth looked right at her when he said it. He hadn't meant for it to come out the way it did, but suddenly there was a feeling in the room that made him uncomfortable. Sasha gazed at him a beat longer than normal, until he looked down again.
Seth gulped the rest of his water at once. "I think I'm gonna crash too." he said.
"Okay." she said, sounding a little disappointed. She watched him walk toward the kitchen to ditch his glass, and he walked past the couch on his way back to his room.
"You need anything before I go?" he asked.
"Just that blanket." Sasha replied, smiling up at him gratefully.
"Right."
When he returned to the living room, Sasha was on her back, stretched out. Seth unfolded the blanket over her, letting it float down onto her small frame. She smiled, feeling for the moment like that little girl from their childhood.
"If you need anything," he said. "Wake one of us up."
"I will." she promised.
"And there's eggs and bacon in the fridge." he warned. "So don't sneak out before breakfast."
Sasha chuckled quietly and gazed up at him. "I won't. Thanks, Seth. For everything."
He hesitated, then leaned down to give her forehead a kiss.
"Don't mention it." he mumbled, looking away before he could see that look in her eyes again.
When he laid down in his bed, Seth didn't feel tired. He just wanted get out of there before that uncomfortable feeling got any worse. Eventually his eyes closed, and he had no idea how long he slept, if at all, when he became aware of a small shadow in his room.
"Seth?" a female voice whispered.
"...Sasha?" he answered groggily. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just..."
Seth's eyes adjusted. Their houseguest had changed out of her clothes, so her silhouette in his doorway was just a baggy, oversized t-shirt over two petite legs.
"I don't like sleeping alone." she said.
She never had. She'd always been scared, or lonely, or just wanted someone to talk to in the dark. In their younger days Roman hated it; when he was dealing with puberty, having an oblivious little brat around at all hours of the night wasn't so fun.
The strange feeling returned to Seth's stomach. The last girl he'd had in his bed was Kelly. He couldn't believe that was what Sasha wanted - and he really couldn't turn her away, not when she used her sweet voice - so he put those thoughts out of his mind, pulled the covers aside and moved over.
"Come on." he said gently. Sasha walked over and slipped in beside him. He expected her to settle on her half of the bed, but she moved closer and cuddled up to his side, her head against his chest and her knees tucked up against his legs.
"You sure you're okay?" Seth asked. He felt Sasha nod, and she sighed happily.
"Much better." she said.
Seth smiled to himself and kissed the top of her head. It had always been Roman she went to for comfort like this when they were little, since Roman was her actual foster brother. But Roman's bed was occupied at the moment. Seth was just the only option for her on this particular night. These were the conclusions that put Seth's mind at ease, even while he tried to ignore his body's natural reactions to the female presence in his bed.
"I missed you so much." Sasha whispered, snuggling closer until Seth draped his arm over her.
"We missed you too." Seth replied.
"Yeah?" Sasha touched her hand softly to his chest. "Did you think about me a lot?"
"Of course. We're always wondering how you're doing."
"I mean you, Seth. Did you think about me a lot?"
He wasn't sure how to answer that. In the silence that followed her question, he felt her moving. She tilted her head up, so that instead of her forehead touching his chest, her lips met the edge of his collarbone. She planted a soft kiss there, on the fabric of his t-shirt.
"I thought about you." she confessed. Her fingers brushed over the place she'd kissed. "I've thought about you so much. Ever since I turned thirteen and started noticing boys..."
Her fingertips hooked the collar of his t-shirt, and she pulled down very softly to reveal his collarbone. She gave the same spot another kiss, this time with her lips pressed against his bare skin.
Seth was frozen, trying to comprehend the unexpected signals he was receiving. His brain was working overtime trying to deny where Sasha's words and actions were clearly heading. But his body was already beginning to betray him.
Sasha kissed his collar, and his neck, each time letting her lips linger a moment longer. Every time Seth told himself he'd stop her before the next one, but each one was sweeter and hotter than the one before.
"I still think about you." she murmured against his neck. The rest of her body moved subtly, shifting so she could move her hand against his chest. As her lips climbed higher, her hand slipped lower. She kissed the corner of his jaw, and regardless of whether he was aware of it or not, the hand he had draped over her torso pressed flat against her back, encouraging her even while his brain reeled, looking for an innocent explanation to all of this.
He felt the tip of her tongue on his jaw line, tasting his neck. She kissed him there too, wet lips leaving a trail.
"When I touch myself-" she whispered. Seth's brain snapped into action when he felt her fingertips brush against his hardened cock. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his crotch and pulling his head back at the same time.
"Sash." he said quickly. He wasn't sure if it was a warning, a question, or a plea to stop this confusing situation.
"Please." she moaned, arching her back to get their bodies closer together. He held her wrist tight, caught between a past he didn't want to let go and a near future his body wanted as desperately as Sasha did.
"What are you doing?!"
When he looked into her eyes, Sasha could see the concern begging her to help him understand.
"Let me touch you." she whispered, fighting hard against his grip.
He didn't want to hurt her. In spite of the warnings his brain was screaming inside his head, he loosened his hold, allowing her to make contact. The first stroke was like fire in his groin, his hips jerking forward to meet it. With his dick distracted, Sasha pressed her lips back against his neck, giving it an open mouthed kiss that melted him even further.
He breathed out a near-silent moan and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling just hard enough to get her face to face. He kissed her mouth, ignoring all of his confusion and responding fully to his body's desires. He pushed his tongue inside, forcing her jaw open, taking some control back. She kept stroking him and kissed back just as hard. Her body rolled toward his, seeking more contact. The hand in her hair moved to push the covers off both of their bodies and came to rest on her thigh. Sasha broke their deep, hard kiss and looked up into his eyes.
"What're you doing..." he mumbled, the words slurred, barely forming a question anymore.
"I've wanted you like this for so long." she said softly, her hand still rubbing him up and down over his boxers.
Seth searched her entire face, from sweet lips to aching eyes, really seeing her for the first time. His hand on her thigh slid upward, under the fabric of her over-sized t-shirt. She made a desperate, joyful sound in her throat, urging him on. His hand slid up toward her waist, and he felt no other fabric on the way, just smooth skin and her grinding hips. She wasn't wearing anything under the t-shirt.
Seth exhaled and pressed his forehead against hers. His erection reached a new level of hard at this new discovery. A distant voice told him to stop this while he still had a chance but he knew this was going to happen no matter what his conscience said.
Sasha draped her leg over his waist. "Touch me." she demanded.
Seth let his hand wander down. He cupped her ass, gave it a harsh squeeze, felt the hand around his cock tighten its grip in return.
"Keep going." she said, arching closer. "I want you to feel what you do to me."
She kissed him again, becoming more desperate the further he went. His fingertips passed the curve of her ass and found the slippery warm entrance between her thighs. Sasha released his cock, the only way to press herself closer to his body. She wrapped her arm around his waist and rubbed the front of her body against him, panting softly at the feeling of his searching fingers.
"That's all for you, baby." she breathed into his ear. "Just being close to you- ah!" she whined as he slipped a finger inside. "I want to feel you inside me, as deep as you can go."
The fire burned away his clothes; he got his shorts off quickly, and pulled the t-shirt over his head.
"Yeah," Sasha encouraged him with a wicked smile. "Let me see that perfect body..." She bit her lip, humming with approval as her eyes wandered over his frame. She pushed him onto his back so she could mount his waist, then crossed her arms and lifted her t-shirt over her head. Her vibrant purple curls fell back down around her face and over her breasts.
"You see?" she said. She touched her neck, arching her back as her hands slid down over the front of her body. "I'm all grown up now."
Seth gazed up at her, still in shock but too caught up in the seduction to stop. It was true; her face was familiar but the beautiful woman on top of him knew exactly what she was doing. She pulled his hands up to cup her breasts, and she leaned into his touch, letting him squeeze a few times before she reached down between their legs. Seth's mouth came open, jaw hanging as he watched his cock disappear inside her. They knew they had to be quiet, and they both had to catch themselves from calling out.
"That's so deep-" she gasped, pressing one hand to his chest. The grind of her hips was slow and intense, and he grabbed her by the sides. Her other hand clutched at his wrist as they moved together. "Yeah," she whined softly, over and over and over again.
The waves of pleasure shooting through him intensified every time Seth thought about who he was buried inside, and the things she'd said that led to this moment. I still think about you when I touch myself - the words echoed along with Sasha's soft, lustful gasps, as her grinding turned into wild thrusts. She straightened her back, arching backward, fingernails digging into Seth's wrist. He barely noticed the pain, all brain power diverted toward the spot where their bodies connected.
Sasha struggled against the sounds she wanted to make, confident in her desire but still afraid to wake the one in the next room she still considered a brother. She made sure Seth could feel her explosive orgasm in the way her body moved on top of his, and he could see it on her face when her eyes squeezed shut and her brow furrowed.
"Mmm," she sighed as the quaking subsided, though her hips didn't slow a beat. "Fuck me," she said almost too quiet to hear. "Fuck me and come inside of me."
He was already close, her jiggling hips and bossy command driving him over the edge. It pierced through the surprise and confusion. It made him flip her onto her back, so he could lift her pelvis onto his lap and get even deeper.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, driving into her at a merciless pace.
"Yeah!" she whined, nodding profusely, eyebrows knotted.
"Is that what this tight little pussy wants?" Seth huffed out his next breath, his entire body tensing. The face she was making was too much. He exploded into her, rocking the bed with his thrusts. He was dimly aware that they hadn't used protection, but it was far too late to stop it now. Despite his dominant position, he'd already lost all control with her.
His cum pulsed into her, and he stared at the beads of sweat that had gathered between her breasts. She'd thrown her arms over her head, her face a picture of pure ecstasy, as if she enjoyed his orgasm as much as her own.
They both gulped for air as he slowed. As the physical pleasure quickly faded, instead of ecstasy Seth began to feel a guilty sort of dread. Sasha reached up for him, clutching at his chest until he was close enough to throw her arms around him.
"Thank you." Sasha whispered, confusing him even further. The more his senses returned to him, the more worried Seth became.
"What the fuck did we just do?" he muttered, rolling onto his back, away from her hugging grasp.
"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this." Sasha went on, turning onto her side.
"Sasha, what the fuck did we just do?" Seth asked more insistently.
It made her pause. She looked at his face as he stared at the ceiling in the dark.
"Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, I'm just...I don't even know what I am." Seth put his forearm over his eyes, afraid of what he'd see if he turned to look at her. Would he see the hot girl that just came all over his dick, or would he see Roman's little sister?
"I know what you are." Sasha said confidently in the same low whisper that got them into this mess in the first place.
"What?" Seth asked, peeking around his arm as he awaited her explanation.
"...Good in bed?" she said with a sly smile.
Seth snorted, amused in spite of his worries.
"Just like me." she added, snuggling up to his side again.
"Oh my god..." he groaned, marveling at her confidence and at his own stupidity. "Oh my god he's gonna kill me."
"Who, Roman?"
"He will straight up murder me."
"He doesn't have to know."
"He can't know." Seth squeezed his eyes shut and let out another worried groan. "But we don't keep secrets, Sasha. Oh god..."
"Seth, I know you're freaked out right now, but...this was the best night of my life. Whatever happens tomorrow will never change that."
As she snuggled closer, Seth dropped the arm from his face and wrapped it around her shoulders. His instinct was to protect her, though it was becoming clearer that Seth was the one that was going to need protecting.
Seth waited until Sasha fell asleep, and then slipped out of his bed. He crept to the living room, and spent the rest of the night on the couch, under the blanket he'd set out for Sasha. He laid there staring at the ceiling, replaying every single moment over and over in his mind. She'd been so happy afterward. Did she really want him that much? He wasn't sure how to handle that, or how to deal with any of it. He kept trying to think of what she'd looked like a few years ago, the last time they'd seen her, but all he could see when he closed his eyes were the inside of her thighs, and her arms squeezing her breasts together as she rode him harder and harder. He felt himself getting hard again just from the memory, and then with a jolt he remembered the last few dirty things he said right before he came. And all without a condom.
"Fuck." Seth covered his face with his hands, shell-shocked and filled with guilt. "Fuck fuck fuck, you fuckin' idiot, you know better..."
He was going to lay there sleepless all night, wondering what to do. No matter what happened, he knew eventually there'd be hell to pay.