Your little sister
(Gets me higher than you)
There are three types of things you really should never do.
Shafting your family or your friends is one of them. Fooling around with another girl's boyfriend is another one, especially if you know his girlfriend.
The third one, maybe not as important as the others but still a pain in the ass if you do otherwise, is having sex with the possibility of someone coming in any second.
If you looked at the world this way, Jude Harrison had just done three major mistakes.
She had been making love to Tom Quincy, a definitively taken guy.
He was her sister's boyfriend.
And right now she was lying in her bed next to him, both of them completely naked, and it was only a matter of time until her older sister Sadie would come back home.
Jude lifted herself up on her elbows to be able to see Tommy's expression. He looked just as overwhelmed as she felt.
"We have to…" But the rest of her sentence was wiped out of her mind when he leaned forward and crushed his lips against hers, silencing her before she could ruin the moment.
Jude sure as hell didn't want to do that. But Sadie was her sister and when Sadie got home and found them naked – in the same room, hell even in the same bed – and if she found out that they had been actually having sex five minutes ago, Jude didn't want to know how much lifetime she still had left.
But though she was aware of all these things – at least subconsciously – Tommy's tongue in her mouth made all of them irrelevant. The feeling of his hot skin against hers was so irresistible, the look of his gorgeous blue eyes so damn appealing.
Jude pulled herself on top of him to have better access on his mouth and neck, right when a car stopped in front of the house.
Every movement in Jude's room momentarily stopped, she even felt like the house was holding in its breath.
It was Tommy who finally jumped up as quietly as possible and started to grab all of his clothing from the ground. Jude just watched him with wide eyes, not able to move at all.
"I'm home." Sadie's voice coming through the window made Jude jolt.
"I'm taking a shower." She whispered her voice slightly rough from the arousal she was still feeling. Only seeing Tommy's naked chest – he had by now put on his boxers and jeans – made her want to touch every inch of his body.
But she fought down the overpowering desire and made her way into the bathroom not bothering to take anything to wear with her. She couldn't stand being in the same room with him for another second.
As soon as Jude shot the door behind her she slid down to the ground, giggling uncontrollably. She couldn't believe what just happened. This had to be a dream – a really, REALLY good one but still something that could definitely not be happening in reality.
From outside she could hear the muted voice of her sister. Jude didn't catch all the words but she seemed to be saying something about her new dress.
Jude inhaled deeply before stepping into the shower, getting herself soaked up with ice cold water. She needed to be able to think clearly again.
About fifteen minutes later, when Jude couldn't even feel her toes anymore, she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around herself. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror before unlocking the door and starting the long way down the hall towards her room. It wasn't that long actually, but she had to pass Sadie's room. One half of her body – including the freezing toes and her mind – told her to just walk by and hope for him not to be inside.
The other one, her stomach filled with butterflies and her racing heart, wished for nothing more than him to step out of the door and kiss her senselessly, touch her the way no other man had ever done it before.
She was addicted, seriously. All she could think about was him – his hard chest, his strong arms, his blue eyes.
Damn it! Jude shouted at herself. Don't even think about it!
But knowing that something is incorrect and acting the proper way are two different things. Like in autumn when there are so many apple trees besides the street and though you know the farmer will get mad, you can't resist the seduction of the red fruits. You just have to pick one and taste its sweetness.
Oh yeah, Tommy was much better than an apple – but Jude was the young kid anyway, trying to get what wasn't hers at all. And with these thoughts in head she came to a hold in front of Sadie's bedroom door.
And she heard – nothing. The room was completely silent. Jude sighed partly relieved but mostly pissed off that he wasn't here. That he was somewhere else, with her sister. Just about three seconds after they had been making out.
"Jude, what are you doing?" Jude jumped from the words, spun around and nearly lost her balance.
"Sadie, you practically gave me a heart attack!" Jude stared at her sister with wide eyes, but she just approached and opened the door to her room. "Well, you were standing in front of my door trying to eavesdrop. I have every right to ask you what you are doing."
Jude mumbled something so low she wasn't even able to hear it herself and escaped into her room as fast as possible. Oh god, what was she gonna do?
Tommy ran his tongue over his bottom lip for the hundredth time, remembering Jude's soft lips crushing against his only ten minutes ago. But it wasn't just the memory of her sweet kisses that made him jumpily and turned his knees into jelly, it was the recall of their first time that sent arousal down his spine and all through his body.
He had never felt anything like this before – no one ever got him so high. It was funny that though Jude and Sadie were sisters, it was hard to find anything they had in common. Besides sex with him. Tommy's lips curled into a smile at this thought and Sadie eyed him curiously. She had been slightly confused since she came back and he barely acknowledged her presence. But luckily for him she had her own problems stuck in her head.
"Okay, I still need someone to carry the food inside." Sadie looked down at the paper in her hand. "And I have to check the speakers." She hurried over to the stairs and vanished out of Tommy's view. He just sighed and went out to get the stuff. In any case it would be easier to clear his thoughts in the fresh air – well, at least he hoped so. But even if it wasn't, he finally was able to think about Jude without being afraid of Sadie seeing "the look" on his face.
Tommy opened the trunk and leaned forward to get two of the duffle bags, when he heard someone approaching him. He looked up and his breath stuck in his throat. It was Jude, her red hair still wet from the shower. And the expression on her face was exactly like his. Panic, surprise and desire all mixed up.
"Uhm, hi." She finally managed to say while bridging the distance between them with three more steps. Tommy just stared at her, unable to answer. She was beautiful, she was perfection. And he wanted her, more than he had ever wanted any other girl.
Jude blushed at his intense gaze but leaned forward to get a crate of orange juice. And that was it. Her arm brushing against Tommy's was enough to make him tremble in arousal. He let go of the two bags he had been clinging onto since he saw Jude come out of the house and spun her around to capture her mouth with his. Jude gasped taken by surprise but soon locked her arms behind his neck, pulling him closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Tommy moved his hands to her ass to steady her, squeezing it lightly.
Meanwhile, Jude's hands ran down his chest, snaking under his shirt to roam over his naked skin. Tommy felt like every inch of his body that had been touched by her was in fire. He placed open mouth kisses all over her neck and gently licked her bottom lip. Jude panted into his mouth before closing the distance with another soul searing kiss.
It wasn't until then that Tommy opened his eyes and saw a figure in the doorway of the Harrison house. A blond haired figure with a look of murder on her face.
Tommy's brain stopped working. All he could think was run, run, RUN.
He set Jude on her feet and sprinted towards his car as fast as possible, pulling her with him and not letting go of the grip.