AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I love this chapter, and there's an extra 'kind of smut' warning here…

WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Sex, Innuendo, Themes

ENJOY!

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"I'm sorry, Brooke is coming home?" Dean asked Sam suddenly.

Sam and Haley had been snuggling on the couch watching television together when Dean had come by to see their father. Freshly graduated from Stanford, Sam and Haley had returned to Tree Hill and John and Victoria had let Sam move back in with glee. They had missed him and he them, and he and Haley were looking for an apartment, but then Sam had heard about Dean proposing to Cassie, and he had told Brooke right away. She was their sister after all and she deserved to know, but Dean…he looked pale suddenly.

He'd been trying to hide his feelings for Brooke for years, and had even started dating to try and bury them. Every time he was around her he felt happy and safe and it just bothered him because every moment would be ruined by someone calling her his 'sister', or asking him if it was okay to make a move on his 'sister', and Dean would get agitated to the point of rudeness. Then he and Brooke had been on webcam the night he proposed to Cassie, and she was just so beautiful and happy taking about how her company was really happening and he'd wanted to kiss her.

Dean had wanted to tell her he loved her, but stuck to just telling her he was proud, and that look on her face? The utter thrill? It did things to him that he couldn't talk about with anyone and he decided after ending the Skype call that he had to get married. Getting married would fix all of his problems, he was sure of it, so he proposed to Cassie without a ring an hour later and she had accepted. Now Brooke was coming back and Dean couldn't do this, he knew it—he couldn't see her.

Brooke had blossomed since she was 9 and yes, he'd been attracted when their parents had gotten married, but she had blossomed at college. Everything about her had matured and become more attractive and she was just…she was a woman now, even though she was only 22, and he was 26 now. Her hair was shorter, she was more confident, and Dean knew that even given five minutes together, he'd fall for her harder than he had been all these years and he wasn't even the only one.

Hearing that Dean was engaged had ripped Brooke's heart in two. She had always known that someday it was going to happen, but she had never thought that she would be heartbroken—even Peyton thought it was weird. Peyton had gone to the college in New York with her and when she saw how depressed Brooke became, she honestly didn't get it because it seemed like you should be happy for your brother, right? He was getting married to a girl that Brooke didn't even dislike…right?

Well, Brooke certainly didn't love the woman, so maybe she knew something that Peyton didn't and didn't want to talk about it. That could be the case, and Peyton just felt it wasn't her place, so she just packed up to move back to Tree Hill, and Brooke was glad to have her come along. Besides, she needed a roommate for the new house she was going to live in, because she refused to live back at the old house and be reminded that she had step brothers that she had never wanted and a father that still only sometimes felt like her father—oh who was she kidding? John was more of a father to her than Richard had ever been and Richard was her real father.

"She's our sister," Sam told her with a chuckle as Haley laughed too. "Why wouldn't she come? This is big news, isn't it? You're getting married!"

Dean just nodded and then told them he had things to do, leaving them to their movie and cuddling and feeling sick to his stomach. He had known that he would have to see Brooke again because of this, but he had hoped he wouldn't have to because he didn't know how to act around her now. They had taken to bickering the first year into the new arrangement and being jealous and over bearing and Dean had always thought there was a chance it was because she felt the same too…but then she left him to go to New York and it hadn't even been hard for her.

Or so Dean thought.

Being away from Dean hurt Brooke so much she couldn't put it into words and so she had ignored him the first couple months and then caved. One night she had come to the apartment and Peyton had been off on a date with some guy named, Cole, so she got all dolled up in a slightly 'sexy without even trying' kind of way and Skyped Dean. It was the first of a lot of Skype calls between them and it was when the feelings for each other had started to develop even more. Now she was leaving the Tree Hill airport with Peyton and she didn't know what to do.

"You should call and let them know we're headed to the new place," Peyton told Brooke, getting her out of her thoughts.

Brooke smiled and nodded. "I did promise Sam and Haley I'd call right away."

"I can't wait to see them! It's been too long," Peyton said as she grabbed her suitcase. "I think that's yours coming down."

Nodding, Brooke grabbed her bag and called Sam, telling him that she and Peyton would see him in the morning. He was so thrilled and then he handed the phone to Haley, Brooke and Haley talking for a little while before Brooke had to hang up because the taxi was there. Then she and Peyton headed for their new place and unlocked the door, coming in to see boxes that Sam and Haley had been helping to get in there for them. Deciding to unpack in the morning, Peyton went to bed and Brooke's cell phone rang, Brooke looking at the cover, her heart thumping wildly: Dean.

Brooke ignored the call, and then took a deep breath, and decided to go to bed.

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"Dean…" Brooke breathed out, trying to take a ragged breath.

Dean just kept kissing her, lips moving to her neck as his fingertips skipped down her naked side, the hot palm of his hand massaging her thigh.

"Fuck…" Brooke said as Dean's mouth traveled to her breasts.

She could feel his hot breath all over her, his mouth traveling down to between her legs, his hot, wet tongue slipping out to taste her. Jumping slightly, Brooke felt Dean chuckle, hot breath on her wet folds before his tongue was slipping along them, Dean holding her legs apart by pushing on her thighs. Brooke cursed again and begged him to continue, whimpering as Dean began to suckle her clit, making Brooke writhe underneath him until the touch started to feel…faint…though she could have sworn she felt two skilled fingers push inside of her and Dean tell her he'd do this all night long…

Brooke woke up with a start, sweating and very wet between her legs. She understood this arousal well and closed her eyes again, cursing as she felt like she could still feel his touch all over, clenching and wishing her fingers were inside of her to clench on, but nothing. Just an unsatisfied feeling and guilt in her stomach that she was dreaming about her older brother, but she'd wanted this—that—and now her body was more than aware of how desperately she wanted him. Even in her subconscious, all of her acts of sex with men not Dean had manifested somehow and given her a dream she'd wanted and now seeing him today was going to be awkward.

What bothered her most, was that subconsciously she'd started to touch herself and bite her lip as she thought about him again, and while at first she chastised herself, she was horny and needed it taken care of. So after quietly 'brooking' herself and whispering Dean's name at her release, Brooke got up to shower, wishing she was better than this, but she just wasn't. More than anything, Brooke would have loved to have had Dean there when she woke up so he could have surged right on in and helped her to take care of her morning issue, instead of her having to rely on her fingers instead.

"I'm a sick, pervert," Brooke sighed as the water ran down her. "I'm going to Hell…"

Trying to shake the thoughts away, Brooke got dressed and did her hair, Peyton smiling at her, the two of them heading over to see Sam. He was so happy to see her and so were their parents, Sam explaining that Haley was at work as a teacher at the High School, and Dean was at work at the station. Nodding, Brooke decided to just hang out with Sam, knowing she'd see Dean later and right now she couldn't picture his face without partially picturing that wicked grin on his face as he ran his tongue along her…

"Brooke?" Sam asked her.

Realizing she'd spaced out thinking about Dean between her legs, Brooke blushed. "Sorry, I'm just still spacey. Being back in Tree Hill is daunting."

"Yeah, but you're opening up a store here!" Sam exclaimed merrily. "I mean that's really exciting!"

Right…Peyton had just explained about the store.

"It seemed only right to be at my roots," Brooke told him smiling. "You should come and check out the new store. I'm having it set up today, but it won't open for a week."

Sam smiled at her, glad she was making her dreams come true and so was he. He was so close to being a lawyer and he was happy with Haley and now Dean was getting married and he felt…he felt blessed. John's love for Victoria had made it so that he could settle down and now he had a family and a future, and there was no hunting to be done—that and Brooke and Victoria knew about hunting. After all, two hunts had brought them to Tree Hill and John had been…honest. It had been weird, but a good change and now they were family with no secrets.

"So…Dean is really getting married?" Brooke found herself asking, wondering why she still felt heartbroken when Sam nodded, but she grinned. "I can't wait to properly meet her."

xx

Damn.

Dean had been hoping that seeing Brooke again would be easier, but seeing those long, bare legs of hers, heels and that form fitting skirt, Dean could feel his pants get a little tight. He was on the job right now, but he had to welcome her back and he couldn't stop thinking about her since she had been home—even though she had been ignoring his calls. Now he was watching her order around some workers with her hair down, shorter than last they had spoken, and a blouse he really liked on her. Great…he was still into his little sister and that was just awkward…right?

Even just looking at Cassie like this didn't do it for Dean like Brooke did. There was something about her that had Dean all a flutter and he really wished he could get this under control because even though it wasn't really wrong, no one would approve. They'd been growing up as siblings, their parents were married, and you just didn't do something like that. You just didn't get with your step sister. It would have repercussions for his job and her company and Dean just…he had to have this under control.

"Oh my God…Dean…" Brooke breathed out.

This time it wasn't a dream moment of passion, but just all around needing to have him be there, and happy that he was. He was in uniform, so he was on the clock, and Brooke felt tears well up in her eyes because it had been way too long and she couldn't help herself—she ran for him. She hadn't even been this enthusiastic with Sam, but she jumped on him and Dean welcomed her with open arms, holding her close and letting his fingers slip into her hair. God he smelled fantastic, and Brooke kept her legs wrapped around him, which was making him feel all sorts of things you weren't allowed to feel for a sibling and he was engaged…he had to stop this.

"Good to see you too, Lil' Sis," Dean told her with a chuckle.

It felt like he was swallowing down bile having called her that, but he felt like it was necessary and just like that, Brooke was off of him. She felt sick to her stomach just thinking the words over and Dean sighed, but he then he started to talk about the store and she did too. She wanted to get her mind off of what she thought to be hurtful words, and then took him into the back and showed him where she would work during the day when someone else was managing the front and he smiled at her, just as in love with her as ever. He had it bad, and he shouldn't, so he was trying so hard not to, but Brooke had even told him once: you can't choose who you love.

He couldn't.

He loved Brooke Davis.

"God, I'm so proud of you," Dean told her, knowing he had to take his leave of her, cupping her face. "I am so proud of you, Brooke."

Brooke blushed and rested her cheek on his hand. "Thank you, Dean."

Nodding, Dean leaned in and kissed her, unable to stop himself and wondering why he had done such a thing but her lips…they were so soft and warm. The moment his connected with hers they both sighed with relief, having wanted to have done this time and time before, but they also both pulled back startled because that thought had set in: we're siblings. Brooke was blushing and both of their hearts were beating fast, but just like that, Dean left. He couldn't handle this and neither could she, and just…he had to be gone.

"What did I just do?" Dean asked himself as he exited the store, all of these feelings for her awakened more than ever before.

"What did he just do?" Brooke asked as she gently touched her lips.

Note: Oh, Dean. Nothing like that one mistake you never meant to make to make everything following it harder! Anyway…feedback is always appreciated!