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It was November and the wind storm that had picked up was typical Northwest weather. It began pouring rain just as Jack pulled into his buildingâs parking garage. Lightning flashed and moments later the ground shook with the rolling thunder. He slung his computer bag over his shoulder and clambered out of his Saab. With what heâd been earning the past three years Jack could afford to buy just about any vehicle he could possibly want, but the Saab was all heâd ever owned. He didnât really care about cars all that much anyway. His friends gave him some crap over it, but Jack was never one to be swayed by the crowd.
He was still a little bemused by the fact that he even had a crowd. None of his friends were in the R&D department at Binatek, but they seemed to genuinely like him. Jack wasnât unfriendly or weird or anything, but heâd always had to go out of his way to make friends â close or otherwise. Mike B, Sean and Hayward had found him and they had all hung out together on Saturdays ever since.
Maybe it was their personalities that pulled them together; Jack, like his three friends, was obsessive about his job.
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Heâd always been like that to an extent, but heâd never been able to just sit down and do what he loved all day long â there had always been other obligations like school or clubs or homework or research projects or papersâŚ.
Three years ago Jack walked off the graduation podium after receiving his degree and was almost immediately offered his dream job by Binatekâs current CEO. Heâd said yes just as quickly and two weeks later moved back to Seattle at about the same time his mom and her new husband and step-daughter moved out of the city to live in Woodinville.
So for fourteen hours a day for five days Jack was locked in an incredible high-tech laboratory in a secret basement somewhere, where he was practically given free rein to invent or alter whatever he thought should be invented or altered, and discovered that he was really really good at it. His salary had been raised by half after the first year, and now Jack was raking in about 150 thousand dollars a year after taxes.
Not too shabby for a twenty-four year old.
This week had been especially busy, and Jack was exhausted. It was Sunday so he shouldnât have been in the lab, but heâd made an important step forward with his prosthetic leg designs and heâd wanted to keep working while it was all still fresh in his mind. Heâd finished up only an hour ago. Jack rarely worked the entire weekend and would probably get chewed out about overtime, but he didnât really care.
The elevator deposited him on the fourteenth floor and Jack trudged wearily down the hall to the door at the very end. This apartment was about the only thing Jack had spent actual money on, but he liked having a nice place to come back to at night. It was a sort of loft â huge windows set into a two-story wall, light parquet floors and an elevated master bedroom portion that hung over the kitchen area and could be reached via a metal spiral staircase, made of a heavy black iron. The whole room was filled with natural light, which was why it had appealed to Jack in the first place - It reminded him a little bit of California. He missed that about his college days â the sun.
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Jack stuck the key in the lock and turned it, blinking in surprise as he met no resistance. Had he left the door unlocked?Jack honestly couldnât remember. He wondered if he should call his landlord or maybe the police but then he heard someone laughing from inside and his worry morphed into a mixture of irritation and amusement. Heâd know that laugh anywhere.
He opened the door and sure enough there was Meghan, sprawled out on the large sofa, eating a frozen burrito and watching Mexican soaps.
It was one of her weird traditions. Whenever she did something particularly good, Meghan would force herself to eat cheap Mexican food and watch television in a different language.
âIt helps keep my grounded,â Sheâd said once, wincing as she burned her tongue on a two-week-old, re-heated quesadilla. "
âNo matter how many successes I may have, thereâs always something out there that I donât understand yet. I think itâs healthy to keep that in perspective. Hand me the milk. â
Heâd started laughing. Sometimes she was so odd.
Jack shut the front door.
âHey,â Meghan called without looking at him.
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âHey,â Jack replied. âGood grades?â
Meghan turned to grin at him around a huge mouthful of beans and cheese.
âOoh,â He said, giving her a thumbs-up. âVery attractive. â
âMmmâŚâFanks. â
She swallowed with some difficulty and then sat up a little.
âWe got report cards today and I got all Aâs. â
âNicely done⌠want a beer?â
Meghan nodded. âMight as well. I took the bus anyway. â
Jack handed her a beer and joined her on the couch.
âYou took a bus from Woodinville?That must have taken forever. â
âPretty much. I didnât really want to be home tonight though. If my dad or Michelle calls, I approved this with you beforehand ok?â
âYouâre crashing here? Thatâs ok.
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Why didnât you want to be home?â
âYour momâs throwing some kind of thing again â the church people this time I think?I donât understand Lutherans. â She added after a momentâs pause.
âArenât you Lutheran?â
She shrugged and sipped her beer, âIâm about as much of a Lutheran as I am a boy. What about you?You still tell your mom that you go to church, donât you?â
He sighed, âThatâs what I say. â
She cocked an eyebrow, âSo⌠Do you still go?â
âNot really. I tell my mom what makes her happy. It just⌠makes things easier. Iâm sure you donât tell your dad everything. â
Meghan laughed.
âOk. Fair enough. I think if I was actually honest with my dad about what I do with my free time, heâd lock me in the attic. â
Jack smiled.
âYou know,â Meghan continued, finishing off her snack, âI donât think itâs even possible for parents and their kids to be honest with each other, you know?I think thereâs just too much working against it. Parents feel like they need to act a certain way, and kids feel like they need to act a certain way, and even though no one actually acts that way, they still have to pretend that thatâs what theyâre actually like⌠and everyone loses.
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âVery profound,â Jack nodded appreciatively.
âI think itâs always been that way to some extent,â Meghan continued, tapping her finger against her chin thoughtfully, âKids do things that their parents donât really want them to do, and they work so hard to keep it all hidden because their folks told them that those things are bad â most likely because the parents did all these crazy-ass things when they were growing up and regret it, but they never actually tell their kids about it, they just say âdonât do thatâ and all the kids are like âwhatever manâ, you know?â
âMm. â
âItâs just weird. I look at my dad, and I know he still thinks of me as a five-year-old. I mean, if I were to straight up say âhey dad, occasionally I smoke pot and fool around with guys,â heâd have an aneurysm. â
Jack nodded again, âItâs the same way with my mom. I mean, you know herâŚâ Jack said, and they rolled their eyes at each other and then grinned. âI know that she loves me, butâŚâ
âYeah,â Meghan nodded seriously, âBUT. â
They changed the channel to the news and watched until they saw the weather report.
Meghan groaned.
âOf course itâs going to rain all week, we have cross country every day. â
âYouâre still doing that?â Jack asked.
âMight as well,â Meghan dug in her shallow jeans pocket until she found a hair-tie. âIâm already accepted at UW but it doesnât hurt to have my extra-curriculars remain my listed extra-curriculars until I actually graduate in June. â
âI just⌠Why didnât you keep doing soccer?Jack asked, âYouâd played forever, right?And no offense or anything,â Jack held up his hands, âBut youâŚwell you look more like a soccer player than a cross-country runner.
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Meghan glared at him and Jack laughed.
âDid you just call me FAT?â She punched him in the chest.
He rolled his eyes.
âNo you little idiot,â He said, âItâs just that Iâve been to a few of your meets you know, and the rest of that team is either anorexic or infested with tape worms, I swear. â
âEw. â
âYouâre the only one who looks like she actually has some⌠strength is what I meant. â
âOh, so Iâm not fat, Iâm strooong?â She flexed.
âNo, youâre not fat, and you arenât weak, and you arenât shaped like a dude, so Iâd say youâve got a lot going for you. â
âAw, thanks Jack thatâs like, so sweet. â
âHow late are you staying?â He asked, kicking off his shoes and socks.
âHey! Donât do that here!â Meghan shouted in panic, kicking one of his shoes across the room into a plant.
Jack laughed as Meghan shoved at him.
âTake a shower and then you can walk around barefoot. I donât know what you do in that creepy lab all day. â
âFair enough.
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But get my shoes out of the plant and order us some Chinese food or Iâm going to walk all over your face with my stinky stinky feet. â
âOk. â Meghan leapt over the back of the couch towards the phone. âAre you paying?â
âDo you have any money?â
âNot even a single penny. â
âThen yeah, Iâm paying. Unless you want to blow the delivery guy. â
âOooh, so temping. â
The shower had been a great idea on Meghanâs part. Usually Jack hit the gym immediately after work, so he always arrived home showered and clean. But it was the weekend, and he hadnât been in the mood.
He washed his short hair and considered shaving off his five-oâclock shadow but decided it was way too much effort. He stood under the water for a long time until his thoughts started to wander back towards Hayward. Her long tan legs smooth and silky like satin⌠how heâd spent minutes tracing pattern all over her skin, up and upâŚ.
And then he pulled himself reluctantly back to reality.
Jack and Hayward had slept together a few times over the past month.
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She wasnât exactly the most normal woman Jack had ever met. For starters her name was Hayward â Hayward Smith â and secondly sheâd slept with both Mike B and Sean. She thought nothing of it, and neither did any of them. Just sex. Jack had absolutely no attachment to her and no attraction to her other than physical. It had been a week or so since theyâd last spent a night together, so now she was simply providing some pleasant mental images whenever Jack was seeking some instant sexual release. But Meghan was downstairs and the door wasnât all that sound-proof, and honestly Jack just felt weird having an erection with a high-school girl running around his apartment.
He sighed and turned off the water. Later, he told himself, once Meghanâs gone.
He pulled on some boxers and an undershirt before slipping into an ancient pair of holey jeans and a ragged sweatshirt from college. He adjusted his already softening cock so it lay flat against his stomach and then leaned over the railing.
âMegs?â
âYeah?âMeghan appeared out of the kitchen, her arms wrapped around herself.
âIs my wallet down there?â
âUm, yeah, I already paid with your Visa, that ok?â
âOh. Yeah, thatâs fine. Are you cold?â
âA little.
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âWant a sweatshirt?â
âYeah ok?â She smiled crookedly before heading back into the kitchen. âThe big red one. â She called up.
âSure thing. â
Jack grabbed the massive dark red sweatshirt from his closet, silently cursing himself for leaving his wallet in his jacket pocket. Meghan had used his Visa card, which was the card that Jack always, always kept a condom behind. So of course sheâd seen it, and so now of course there was bound to be some awkward silences tonight.
Oh well, not much you can do now, you idiot.
He trotted lightly down the stairs, handing Meghan the sweatshirt and grabbing another beer as she pulled it on over her ponytail. It dropped straight to her knees, and Jack couldnât help but crack a smile as she pulled up the sleeves so that her hands would stick out enough to be usable.
The sweatshirt had belonged to his friend Neil â a huge ex-football guy that everyone had called Sea-Wall. You couldnât walk past him in a hallway without getting smashed into one side or the other. Nicest guy ever. Heâd past away about a year ago from Leukemia. It had been so fast â so unexpected.
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The sweatshirt had been in a box of things labeled âTo Jack, because you arenât getting my stereo, but you still should probably get something. âNeil would have liked that his stuff was getting put to get use, and even more because it was getting used by an exceptionally pretty girl. Meghan might have been his step-sister, but Jack had seen the way that the guys at her track meets had watched her â heâd heard the things theyâd said about her. And he completely agreed. She was stunningly attractive â heartbreakingly beautiful.
She was only five-six, but sheâd always seemed taller. The way she carried herself â her attitude made her seem seven feet tall. Meghan really did have the body of a soccer player â fit and quick, but more slight now from all the running sheâd been doing the past few years.
And⌠The guys werenât the only ones making comments, Jack remembered, grinning into his beer bottle as he took another sip, watching Meghan even out the sweatshirtâs drawstrings. Girls watched Meghan too. They watched as she dashed out from the starting line and jogged to a walk at the finish, and Jack could see the envy in their eyes⌠The way that Meghanâs figure and physical grace stepped unknowingly all over those girlâs self-esteem. . . It wasnât her fault. She was just that way.
Meghan and Jack had always gotten along well, and Jack wondered if that would have still been the case if heâd been ugly. He knew he was attractive and it gave him a lot of confidence. Even Meghanâs dad sometimes looked at her and shook his head, worry creasing his forehead. Jack understood. If Jack had a daughter that looked like that heâd never sleep properly, knowing what every single teenage guy at her school must be thinking about when they looked at her.
Meghan pulled the large hood up over her head, her beer still clutched in one of her hands.
âI saw that rubber in your wallet⌠Sorry, I donât know if I was supposed to. â
Jack sighed, but chuckled.
âNo harm done. I kept it there and I told you Iâd pay⌠Itâs my own fault. â Then he shrugged, âNot like itâs a big deal anyway, I guess Iâm a little embarrassed, but I donât really know why. â
Meghanâs face was hidden, but Jack could hear the grin in her response.
âBecause that condom is brand new, which means that you just bought a new box of âem, which means youâve been bizaay!â She started laughing.
âRight,â Jack said, his face getting a little warm, âThatâs why. â
âAnyone serious?â The doorbell rang.
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âOh, I got it,â Meghan bounced out of the kitchen space, and Jack took the opportunity to grab a few plates from the cabinet before joining his step-sister by the table next to one of the massive windows.
They dished everything out and started eating, watching the news with barely any interest.
âThis is good,â Meghan said after a few minutes.
âMmm⌠Yeah. I order from these guys a lot. â
âSo,â Meghan looked away and drained the rest of her beer. âBack to my other question. â
Jack looked at her, âWhat question?â
âI asked if you had anyone serious. â
âOh. No, not really. âHe shook his head as he chewed down half an egg roll. âI havenât really had much time for anything like that. I donât know, I guess I havenât really been looking. My momâs on my case about that,â he said, smiling wryly.
Meghan laughed, âYeah, I hear her end of those conversations sometimes.
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She almost sounds desperate. Iâm like âheâs only twenty-four! Cut him some slack!â and then she rants about how when she was twenty four she already had a child and a husband and a house and was already planning on a second and third child and then⌠Well⌠I usually zone out around then so Iâm not sure what she usually says next. â
âPoor mom,â Jack said, chuckling. âI think sheâs terrified that Iâm not going to find anyone; that Iâll just be a bachelor for my entire life. â
âEh, worse things have happened to people. â But then Meghan laughed again, âNo, youâre right⌠Try telling that to Michelle. â
âExactly. Sheâs all about the babies and marriage and all of that⌠Iâm too busy. Iâd be a terrible husband right now. â
âSo you compromise with some casual sex and waaaay too many hours in your creep-lap. â
Jack rolled his eyes again but agreed, âYeah, I guess I do. â
âCanât say I blame you,â Meghan muttered quietly. Jack wasnât sure if he was supposed to hear that so he didnât say anything. But he wondered what she had meant.
A few hours later Meghan dug her violin out of her backpack and began to play while Jack listened on the couch.
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It wasnât meant to be a performance. Jack just happened to be where Meghan was playing, because Meghan seemed to be completely lost to the whole world. Her eyes were closed, and she stood facing nothing in particular.
But Meghan wasnât as zoned-out as she looked. She was thinking, and her thoughts disturbed her. The more she thought, the more unruly the melody she was inventing became until the bow was ripping across the strings in a blur, and her fingers were like a hundred spiders dancing across a dozen tiny tight-ropes.
Jack listened and watched with his mouth open as the improvised song progressed. Heâd never heard Meghan play like that. Her brow was furrowed but not from exertion â the playing was effortless. But the music was pouring out of her subconscious, racing faster and wilder. Her body was suddenly part of the song, and she was on her tip-toes one second, then tense like a bowstring the next â all the while her mind was racing - racing and racing towards the finish line she knew she would inevitably reach.
For this song and this train of thought there were a million possible conclusions and endings that Meghan could have come to, but she knew which ending she wanted. Because the raging jealousy that ripped through her when she opened Jackâs wallet, the feeling of the smooth plastic of the condom wrapper beneath her fingers â exactly what Jack would feel in his hand just before he made love â these things tore at her insides like rusty metal spikes. The envy she felt for those women who had been in Jackâs bedâŚ
And until a moment ago, she hadnât even known. She hadnât understood that she even could feel this way.
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And then the cruel reality of her situation set in like an ice age. He was her step-brother. It was impossible. She would never be someone heâd need to buy a condom for. Sheâd never wake up with him beside her. She would never kiss him or touch him or have him. Not even for an instant.
It was impossible.
Oh God! She couldnât play anymore!The song screeched to a halt and Meghan lurched towards the bathroom, tears streaming down her face.
âMeghan?â
Jack moved to intercept her, his face shocked with worry, but she cringed away from him and he froze.
She barely managed to get the door closed before she lurched for the toilet and vomited, clutching the violin to her chest like it could keep her heart together.
In the living room Jack was still as a statue. He couldnât move an inch. He had never heard anything more haunting or tortured in his entire life. Meghanâs intricate melody, which had started out so beautifully had become so twisted and dark by the end that Jack had been about to stop her from playing anymore.
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But then sheâd stopped on her own and Jack had looked from her fingers to her face and the pain splashed across her features knocked him breathless.
He could hear her sobbing in the bathroom as he tried to make sense of what had happened, but couldnât. He went to the door and sank to his knees before knocking.
âMegsâŚ? Are you ok?âBut all he heard was more crying.
The door didnât lock so he opened it. Meghan was curled up on the floor in front of the toilet, clutching at her violin and shivering like sheâd been dumped in ice water.
Jack didnât say anything; he just picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bed. He managed to pull the violin and bow from her fingers with some coaxing and then tucked her in beneath his feather-quilt, turning the lights low and lighting the fireplace in the corner of the loft.
He ran his fingers gently through her hair until her breathing became even and finally she drifted off to sleep.
Jack waited ten minutes and then crept downstairs to call his mom.
âHello?â The noise in the background made it obvious that his momâs social function was in full swing.
âMom?â Jack stepped out into the hallway.
âOh hi Jack, is that you? Everything ok?â
âActually, I thinkâŚâ He scrambled, âI think Meghan has the stomach flu. â
âOh no! Mark! Mark, pick up the other phone!â Michelle shouted away from the phone for a moment.
Jack sighed and waited for his step-dad to pick up the line.
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âAlright, Iâm here, what is it?â
âHey. Mark, I was just telling my mom that Meghan has the stomach flu. Sheâs thrown up a few times but sheâs sleeping now. I think with the storm and her not feeling so well that she should probably stay here until tomorrow morning. I can just drive her back first thing. â
âDang it, she never says anything,â Mark groaned, âShe was probably feeling terrible all day. â
âThat explains why she didnât want to stay for the party!â Michelle exclaimed.
Jack cleared his throat to cover up a laugh.
âYes, well⌠thank you Jack,â Mark continued after a second, âMake sure Meghan doesnât get dehydrated, and you know, if you want to leave a key under the mat I can just pick her up, thatâs not a problem. I donât want you to miss work or anything. â
âNo, thatâs ok. I actually think Iâm going to use some of that vacation time Iâve accrued. â
âReally!?â His mom actually gasped.
âYes,â He sighed, âI work too much, I know. They donât need me all the time.
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And they wonât miss me for a couple of days. â
âOh, well then why donât you just keep your sister with you?â His mom suggested, and Jack was shocked when Mark didnât immediately object.
âActually,â Mark paused, âMichelle, we may as well just ask him about next year. . . â
âWe werenât going to do this over the phone!â Jackâs mom hissed.
âYo, still listening,â Jack said.
âOh alright. Jack honey?â His momâs voice was suddenly pleading. âWe havenât spoken to your sister yet, but Mark got a job offer in DC. â
Jack did a mental double-take.
âDC??â
âYeah, thatâs right,â Mark said, âItâs basically my dream job⌠Iâd be working on the hill again as a consultant. â
âWow⌠thatâs fantastic Mark. â
âThanks Jack, Iâm glad you think so. The thing is, I have to go January first, to be there on the second, and your momâs coming with me, and⌠this is a permanent move, Jack.
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Jack suddenly understood.
âMeghan. â
âExactly. This is her senior year and Iâm not entirely fond of uprooting her to DC when sheâll just be heading back to UW in the fall. And also, I donât want to just leave her at the Woodinville house because sheâs a teenager and teenagers do stupid things when theyâre left by themselves. â
The background noise had faded and Jack had a sudden mental image of Mark and his mother standing next to each other in the study on different phones and he almost laughed.
âSo Iâm going to ask you to totally inconvenience yourself for the next six months. â Mark said.
âOh!â Jack got it at once, âNo, of course she can stay with me,â He said, laughing. âAs long as Meghanâs comfortable with it, Iâve got no qualms with being home by five everyday so she has someone here for her. â
âOh my goodness, thank you so much son,â Mark gushed and Jackâs face reddened a little.
âNo, itâs⌠itâs totally ok. â
âAlright, well weâll talk to Meghan tomorrow and get back to you sweetheart,â His mom sounded so relieved, âThis lifts a huge weight off of our shoulders. Weâll talk to you tomorrow. Call us as soon as Meghanâs feeling better ok? And tell her we love her.
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âI will. Goodnight. â
The morning was freezing. Jack clambered off the couch to turn up the heat a little and then went over to gaze out over the city. Lake Washington sparkled like diamonds in the rare sunlight and Jack couldnât help but marvel at the beauty of where he lived.
Heâd grown up on the East side â Kirkland mostly but also in Bellevue where he went to High School. It had been a wealthy area, and Jack had never felt particularly comfortable there in his Saab. Maybe it was because everyone else had been driving porches and BMW's. Then again, it may have been the fact that most of the other kids had been assholes.
He climbed the stairs to check on Meghan again. She was still asleep. Sometime during the night, after heâd helped his barely conscious step-sister out of the massive sweatshirt, Meghan had burrowed into the blankets until just the top of her head was visible. He made sure she was still breathing and then headed into the bathroom to shower.
Meghan woke up with a jolt when he started the water. She felt disgusting.
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Her mouth tasted awful and she grabbed a glass of water on the nightstand and gulped it down.
Ugh. What happened?
She yawned widely and then sat up fully, feeling a little dizzy as she looked around. She was in Jackâs bed?Meghan tried to remember how she got there, but couldnât. She did remember why she felt so terrible though. Her ridiculous realization.
She looked towards the bathroom and her face felt hot. What and idiotic way to behave. Jack probably thought she was possessed. Meghan never acted like that⌠like a teenager. The memory of the previous night made her wince. Sheâd completely lost control.
Then again, she reasoned as she jumped out of the bed and headed downstairs to find something to get the stale taste out of her mouth, it wasnât everyday that you realized that were in love with your step-brother. She felt ridiculous. She could tell that her hair was a mess, so she searched around until she found a rubber band and pulled it all back into a ponytail again; her default.
The shower cut off and a few seconds later Jack came out of the bathroom in boxers and a t-shirt.
âOh⌠Megs?â He leaned over the railing and saw her sitting on the couch watching the news again.
âHey,â He called as he hopped into some jeans. âYou feel alright?â
âUm⌠yeah, sorry. â Her face was bright red and she didnât look at him.
He went down the stairs and then crossed the room to sit next to her.
âAre you ok?â
Meghan looked at him, her expression enigmatic.
âYeah, Iâm⌠fine. Sorry,â She said with a little more animation, âI just⌠didnât feel very good last night. â
âYeah, the vomiting tipped me off,â His mouth twitched. He touched her shoulder lightly, and the contact made her heart pound.
âMeghanâŚâ He said, but then stopped talking. He waited for her to make eye contact and then smiled at her, âI spoke to your dad last night. I told them you have the stomach flu. â She looked away again and it confirmed what heâd already suspected.
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Something was wrong, but it wasnât her health that was the issue.
âOk. Hungry?â He asked.
âYes, but I need a shower first,â she skipped off the couch towards the stairs.
âDo you have any clothes to change into?â
Meghan stopped halfway up the spiral staircase.
âUmâŚâ
âI have some things â just athletic shorts and some under-armor that might fit you. â
âOk⌠where?â
âMy workout stuff is in the bottom drawer. There should be some new stuff on the right side. â
ââKay. â
As she listened to Jack rummaging around the kitchen for a pan and pancake mix, Meghan dropped to her knees and pulled open his dresser. His workout clothes heâd called them⌠Meghan reached out and ran her fingers across the front of some black briefs. That was where his thing would be⌠right there⌠Something banged loudly in the kitchen and she jumped, suddenly feeling like a perv.
She snatched up the briefs along with a tight-fitting undershirt and some old basketball shorts that didnât look too huge, and then dashed towards the bathroom.
Meghan looked into the mirror, and immediately regretted it. Her hair was a disaster.
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It looked like a handful of it hadnât even made it into the ponytail all the way. She looked ridiculous.
Grumbling a little, she turned on the water in the massive glass-door shower and began to strip. She pulled her shirt off over her head and then yanked the rubber band out before unhooking her bra and unbuttoning her jeans.
Before pulling them down though, she looked at herself in the mirror again.
There she was â familiar shapes and curves, standing before herself. Meghan was always surprised that she still looked like this every morning. Sheâd never thought of herself as pretty until high school, when suddenly sheâd hit puberty and within a year had barely been able to recognized herself.
Sheâd bloomed late, apparently. Thatâs what her doctor had said when her father had started to get a little worried. Heâd married Michelle while Meghan was still in Junior High, and his new wife had urged him to take his daughter to see someone because she just hadnât grown anything yet.
It had been an unpleasant and awkward few months around their house. Jack had barely graduated and had been offered a job in the city, so he was living with them, and Meghan knew that heâd overheard her father and his mother talking about her âdevelopmentâ and still it made her face burn to think about it. Heâd never said anything though⌠of course he wouldn't.
But now she was stunning, and it terrified her.
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Meghan didnât know how to react when she saw a guy staring at her body â which happened all the time now. At first it had excited her to be an object of admiration, but now it just annoyed the hell out of her. Meghan couldnât walk down the hall without seeing a ton of heads turn in her direction, and hearing a bunch of the guys start to whisper to each other.
Sheâd heard some of their comments, and it hadnât made life easier.
âMan, look at her! God Iâd fuck her so hard. â
âYeah man, I bet sheâs so tight. You know sheâs still a virgin??â
âSeriously? What, no one good enough for her or something? Stuck-up, huh?â
âEven if she is a bitch, Iâd still do her. â
âWell, yeahâŚâ
And on and on and on⌠But Meghan wasnât a virgin; she just wasnât stupid enough to sleep with anyone from her stupid high school. She wasnât particularly fond of anyone there.
It made her feel sick to her stomach. Sheâd even started dressing different. When sheâd been skinny and shapeless sheâd never thought twice about wearing spaghetti straps and short-shorts, but now she didnât even own more than one pair of each of those things. Even so, Meghanâs sudden interest in modest clothing seemed to have the opposite effect than the one she desired. Like somehow âthe increased wrapping made the present even more excitingâ as she heard another senior put it once behind her back.
Did guys assume that attractive girls were also deaf?She shook her head at her reflection, but still admired her form.
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She could do that â she could appreciate what she had even though it made living around a bunch of teenage guys nearly impossible.
Meghan pulled off her jeans and thong. Her dad would probably freak out if he knew that she had those, but she always did her own laundry and there was no reason why heâd need to see them. And really, they were just more comfortable. She liked the way they felt.
Naked now, she examined herself again.
Pretty much perfect. She knew that. She could model anywhere. Her legs, so silky and toned that ran up to her perfectly shaped ass â so flawless as it curved up to her back⌠her hips joining her legs so smoothly to her stomach and midsection. She couldnât help running a hand gently across her pubic bone â shaved smooth. Her pussy lips were so sensitive sometimes that it drove her crazy. Meghan ran a finger between her legs and shivered.
That felt good.
She spread her legs slightly and began to massage her slit gently, reaching up to rub her breasts with the other hand.
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Her chest amazed her. So sensitive.
She was getting worked up fast.
Meghan began to pinch at her nipples as she slipped a finger between her pussy lips, rubbing her palm against her clit as she pushed her middle finger deep inside herself.
She arched up on to her toes and stifled a moan at the penetration. She began to masturbate fervently now, dropping to her knees on the tile, she began to massage her clit as she slid her finger into herself over and over again. She was suddenly very, very wet, and her building girlcum was beginning to cover her hand, and it made her masturbation almost embarrassingly loud.
Feeling more turned on than she could ever remember, she began to push another finger into herself â something sheâd never done - and gasped as it stretched her open, making her body jerk.
âOhâŚ. ShitâŚ. â
She pushed her two fingers deeper into her canal and moaned softly as her pussy began to tingle. She fingered herself desperately, craving orgasm as she pinched at her clit over and over, until she felt a sudden rush of moisture over her hand and her pussy spasmed violently around her fingers. The wave of pleasure that tore through her made Meghan gasp loudly and she slapped her legs together around her fingers and bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Her entire body convulsed a few more times and Meghan did her best to be quiet, succeeding for the most part. A second later she climbed shakily into the shower and cleaned herself up, breathing heavily and swallowing hard against the urge to moan out in satisfaction.
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She used Jackâs shampoo on her body and hair, and it made her smell a little like him, and she liked that. As always, her orgasm left her wanting more, not less. She was worked up and very in the mood for some action, and that was a problem.
She dressed in Jackâs clothing, laughing a little at how much her nipples stood out against the white elastic fabric of the undershirt. She exited the bathroom, meaning to put on another shirt over the top but bumped straight into her step-brother, who caught her, looking surprised.
âOh, you alright? I thought you might be throwing up again. â His eyes were twinkling and Meghan suddenly felt like killing herself.
âOh, um⌠no⌠sorry. â
âIâm just glad youâre⌠uh⌠Youâre okay. â She saw his expression freeze as he glanced down towards her shirt and she followed his gaze. Of course⌠her nipples with dark and hard against the thin fabric, and strained against the shirt obscenely. The way the form-fitting material clung to her chest, Meghan probably would have been better off just going nude from the waist up.
She wrapped her arms across herself, her face bright red.
âI⌠was going to put on something over it. â Meghan said lamely, her voice cracking with embarrassment.
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Jack started laughing, and Meghan blush deepened as he tore his eyes away from her breasts â she could tell it took a little effort.
âI sure hope so,â He said, âOtherwise we could have a problem. â
She watched him walk back downstairs, praying that God would smite her out of existence and wondering what the hell heâd meant about âhaving a problemâ.
Meghan pulled a baggy t-shirt over her head grumpily and ran her hands through her wet hair again, undoing some tangles.
âHey, Megs?â Jack said from the kitchen.
âWhat?â She grumbled.
âI need to talk to you about something ok?â She could hear the humor in his voice. At least he was enjoying her pain.
She trudged downstairs. âWhat?â She asked again.
âYour dad is going to talk to you about this later today, but I figured I might as well mention it to you now. â
He handed her a cup of coffee.
âAlright⌠what is it?â
âYour dad was offered a job in DC â on the hill. â
That wasnât what Meghan had suspected.
âOh⌠Again?Well that kind of sucks, they keep doing that and he keeps turning them downâŚ.
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â Her voice trailed off suddenly.
âWait⌠he turned it down right?â Meghan stared at her step-brother, âJack? He turned it down. â
âNo,â Jack shook his head slowly, âBut he hasnât said yes either. â
âBut heâs going to isnât he?â
Jack nodded.
âWHAT?!?â Meghan slammed the coffee mug onto the counter, âThis is bullshit! He already dragged me all the way here from Maryland four years ago!This is fucking stupid!â
Jack laughed, and Meghan stared at him furiously, âThereâs more, and itâs not quite as shitty. â
âWâŚWhat?â She was confused.
âLook - yes my mom and your dad are moving to DC, but they donât want to uproot you if they donât have to so I said you could live with me until you start school in the fall. Iâd get you ready for college and everything and help you move into your dorm in September, and Iâll be around if you need me whenever. And until then, I thought you could have the Saab and commute from here to school until you graduate⌠But this is all up to you. You can go if you want to. â
Meghan was staring at him like heâd been speaking in Japanese.
âIâm⌠Wait,â She shook her head a few times, âIâm going to live with you?â
He shrugged, âOnly if you want to. â
Meghan didnât say anything for a while and Jack started to look a little uncomfortable, obviously thinking that she wasnât thrilled by the prospect.
How ridiculous, She thought, almost bursting into laughter.
âThatâs a great idea!â Meghan yelped, laughing at Jackâs surprised expression, âWhen do I move in?!?â
She downed the rest of her coffee in three gulps and started pacing the kitchen floor.
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âI mean, itâll suck for you because you wonât be able to bring any ladies home,â she poked at him, âand weâll have to share a bathroom, but you donât have much stuff in there anyways, so that shouldnât be a problem but what did you mean about the Saab?? What are you going to drive? Oh! Are you getting a new car? About damn time, I thought youâd drive that thing until it exploded. Wait! Iâm getting a CAR!? Thatâs excellent!â
She reached for the coffee pot to refill her mug but Jackâs hand shot out of nowhere and latched onto her wrist.
âMegs, I think youâre probably good for a while. â
âWhat?? Oh⌠What?â
He grinned at her.
They were standing very close. Jackâs fingers warm fingers were wrapped around her wrist, more gently now. She looked at him for a moment and then stood on her toes and kissed him. It wasnât hard â just a gentle peck on his mouth that sent an electric shiver up her spine and left her lips tingling. She peeked at Jackâs expression and then leaned against his chest with a small sigh.
âSorry. â
Jack looked surprised but not upset. He lifted Meghanâs face from his shirt so he could study her face.
âSorry? Why?â
âYouâre okay?â
âOkay?More than okayâŚâ He smiled down at her, âWhy did you do that?â
She grinned. Meghan couldnât help it, her insides were glowing!She wrapped her arms around Jackâs neck and kissed him again, this time using all her strength to hold herself against him. His arms slowly wrapped around her waist and pulled their hips together firmly, and Meghan moaned into Jackâs mouth as his lips parted.
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After a minute Meghan broke off the kiss. They were both breathing harder than normal. And she stared into Jackâs eyes until her breathing slowed to a steady pace again.
âIâm a little pissed at my dad though,â She whispered.
âWhy?â
âI think Iâm mad because he hadnât talked to me about it yet. â She looked at Jack with an odd expression on her face. âJack, I know Iâve done a pretty good job of acting like Iâm cool with my dad marrying Michelle⌠Marrying your mom⌠but it hasnât been the easiest thing Iâve ever had to deal with. Iâm still⌠resentful. â
Jack stepped back a little without letting go of Meghan completely. Heâd never heard this before.
Meghan looked down at his chest. âMy mom was everything to me. She was my best friend and she got sick so fast, and then barely a year later my dad meets Michelle at some random conference and then weâre moving across the entire country â away from everything familiar to me⌠away from everything that could remind me of her. Which, of course, was why I think my dad did it all so quickly. Not that he doesnât love your mom, because he does.
More than he loved my mom. They didnât get along⌠I found divorce papers and some other custody stuff in my momâs briefcase while we were packing everything up for the move. In a year I lost my mom, found out sheâd wanted to get away from my dad so badly that she was planning to divorce him and seek sole custody of me, and I learned that my dad and mom practically hated each other⌠He only stayed with her because she was going to die. Not that heâs an evil guy or anything; he did what any guy in his situation would do. â
Meghan ran her hand over Jackâs pecs and momentarily lost her train of thought.
âUm⌠So⌠Here I am,â she said quietly, âa constant reminder of the dead wife my dad couldnât stand. This girl he canât get away from. And on top of all that, I canât get the image of what my life could have been like had my mom not died of cancer. Weâd be travelling all over the world during the summers and working our asses off during the rest of the year for school and work and Iâd go to Dartmouth like she did⌠and sheâd visit me there⌠Shit. I want that so badly. â
Jack pulled her to him again, hugging her tightly against his chest as tears ran down her face. Crying twice in two days definitely wasnât like his little step-sister, but then again⌠it sounded like sheâd been bottling up a lot of these thoughts.
Meghan could hear his heart beat, and feel the warmth of his body flowing into her own. He smells so good, she thought. She buried her face into his chest and sighed, forcing herself to calm down and stop the tears.
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âIâm sorry,â He said quietly. âI didnât know. â
She snorted lightly.
âItâs not like I said anything. â She looked up at him. âI make an effort not to be an open book in that particular department. For my dadâs sake. â She closed her eyes wearily. âHeâd feel terrible if he knew how I felt, and he doesnât deserve that. Itâs not his fault. â
âIt isnât yours either, you know. â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThis situation. You know what you know, and you want what you want. It isnât wrong to dream about your mom; about the future you would have had with her. Thatâs healthy Meghan.
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You lost your mom; I canât even imagine what that was like. â
âYou lost your dad though. â
âI was seven Megs. I only remember his aftershave⌠I use the same stuff actually. My little daily tribute. Itâs been the only thing I could find to connect myself to him. My mom hates talking about him at all. He was killed so long ago⌠I remember the funeral â the gun salute and the jets, but I only remember his face from pictures. I envy you a little for knowing your mom. Everything Iâve learned about my dad has been from strangers. â
âReally?â Meghan watched his face. âWhat have you learned?â
He shrugged but wrapped his arms around Meghan a little more tightly. âAll the people Iâve talked to who knew him loved him. They said he was one of the best men they knew. In California I tracked down his best friend from Kuwait, he gave me some videos they shot together when they were overseas.
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They were all just sitting around talking. I knew my dad was in the navy, but until right then I hadnât known he was a SEAL⌠He was fiddling around with a gun and he was talking about me â I guess Iâd just been born. He was killed on some operation that his friend couldnât tell me about⌠The helicopter either malfunctioned or got shot down, no one could tell me which. So I know about him, but I never got to really meet him. So yeah Megs, I envy you. â
They were both quiet for a minute.
âI was lucky that way, huh?I never thought about it like that⌠It was easier to be mad. â
âI know. Iâve felt that way a lot during my life. Whenever a friend introduces me to his parents, or when someone shows me a picture of their son, thereâs this twinge in the back of my mind. Iâll never introduce my dad to anyone. And how many people did he get to show my picture to?You know, I think our parents got married so quickly, and have been so successful with it is because they understand each otherâs pain⌠the loss, you know?â
Meghan nodded.
âThey talk about it a lot at night when they think Iâm asleep. â She closed her eyes and breathed in Jackâs smell for a second. âThey love each other, but itâs more like my dad and my momâs memory are married to your mom and your dadâs memory, instead of just two people being married⌠Does that make sense?â
âYes.
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Though⌠itâs probably more difficult for Mark, just with how it all ended. â
âYes. Youâre probably right. â
It was still pouring rain. It had been for two days, and if the weather report held true it would stay like that the rest of the week. Lighting flashed and thunder boomed.
They moved to the couch and Jack pulled his step-sister down with him, sliding her up against him.
âYou donât mind do you?â He asked. âYou made a pretty good blanket. â
âI donât mind,â Meghan said it a little too quickly and Jackâs mouth twitched.
She pressed herself again him, tucking her arms in against his chest and pressing her face into this shoulder before sliding her hips forward into his stomach.
Jack hugged Meghan against him and they dozed off listening to the rain against the windows.
Meghan called her dad that afternoon and then retreated into the bathroom for some privacy as they talked about his new job and her new living accommodations.
Jack took the opportunity to call into his office again. Heâd sent an email telling them there had been a family emergency and he needed the day off, but he wanted to use that vacation time he had saved up to be with Meghan for the few weeks after their parents moved.
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âJack Roeâs office, Mr. Roe is out for the day may I take a message?â
âHi Elsa, itâs me. â
âHey Jack, whatâs up?â
âCan you pull up my vacation time?â
Elsa laughed and then there was a moment of awkward silence.
âOh⌠Youâre serious. Um⌠Just a second. â
Jack listened to his assistant type feverishly for a moment.
âAh. Here we go. It looks like you have a total of six weeks saved up, and ten personal days on top of that. â
âWhoa. â
âIâd be jealous but itâs kind of sad that you havenât had anywhere to go for three years. â
âHey, be nice. I get two weeks of vacation time every year??â
âYou know, you could probably ask for three and get it because of all your OT. â
âWell⌠Thatâs⌠A little ridiculous. Thankâs Elsa.
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Can you block out the three weeks starting on the first of the new year?Iâm going to be tied up with family for a while. â
âOk⌠done. Anythinâ else?â
âNo. Just out of curiosity though, what exactly are you doing at the office without me?â
âUgh, so self-centered all the time,â Elsa sounded annoyed all of a sudden. âHayward fired another secretary so Iâve been filling in temporarily⌠It is temporary, right?â Her voice had a definite note of panic in it and Jack couldnât help laughing.
âHaywardâs a pain in the ass to work with. Did she ask for you?â
âYesâŚâ
âWow. . . Then feel honored. She wouldnât have requested you unless she liked you. Youâll be fine, she canât fire you without my permission anyway, and Iâd never do that â youâre like a magician Elsa; my entire life would fall into a chaotic mess if you werenât around to wave your wand. I am sorry about Hayward. You can always tell her she has fat ankles or something, sheâs sensitive about things like that. â
âIâm hanging up now.
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â
âAlright. Thanks again Elsa. â
He locked his phone before wandering into the kitchen to make a sandwich.
âWhen was the last time you took a day off to do nothing?â Meghan appeared at the bottom of the stairs, running a brush through her hair.
Jack had to think for a moment and Meghan started laughing.
âYou know, if you canât remember right away, it probably means you got a workaholic problem, you know. â
âYouâre right⌠I canât remember. Never, I think. â
âSo sad. I canât believe this though. â
âWhatâs that?â
âI canât believe Iâm going to be living with you⌠Iâve wantedâŚâ Meghan turned red and put her hand over her mouth.
Jack stared at her.
âWhat?â He asked, âWhat were going to say?â
Meghan just shook her head.
âCome on,â Jack grinned at her, âWhat is it?â
âNothing,â Meghan said, her face burning, âNothing. I canât believe I almost said that.
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â
âMeghan come on. â
But she just shook her head and walked over to where her step brother was standing.
âIâll never tell. â And she leaned up and kissed him again.
Jack kissed her back, but there was an edge to the way that Meghanâs lips moved against his and he couldnât figure it out. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she pulled herself against him tightly, grinding her pelvis into his crotch, sucking on his tongue as they Frenched.
âJack,â The way she said his name, it was nearly a moan and Jackâs cock twitched and began to fill. He tried to pull away so Meghan wouldnât feel it but it was too late. She sighed, a hectic sort of red splashed across her cheeks and she pressed herself more firmly against Jack, feeling the growing length of his member pressing into her stomach.
She moved back slightly and ran her hands across her brotherâs stomach and then down to his waist.
âMeghanâŚ?â The tone of Jackâs voice made her look up curiously. He was looking down at her with a strange mixture of emotions. She stared at him as she slipped a hand into his jeans, and under the waistband of his boxers. Her fingers slid through his pubic hair and he shivered slightly. And then her fingertips touched the base of Jackâs cock, held down by his pants.
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She gripped it with her fingers and pulled it upwards so it could grow fully without restriction, and then she wrapped her fingers around his length and squeezed. She watched any reluctance in Jackâs eyes vanish instantly.
He pulled her to him, kissing her hard, running his hands across her breasts, making her gasp. He ran a palm across the front of her borrowed basketball shorts, and then with her help, pulled off her tops, leaving her naked from the waist up. He smiled at her and kissed her lips before picking her up and setting her down on the kitchen counter. She laughed as he began to kiss her stomach, lower and lower, all the while massaging her nipples.
âOh⌠shit, Jack that feels goodâŚâ
He moved down and hooked his fingers under the waistbands of the shorts and the briefs his sister was wearing. She lifted her butt off the counter slightly and he pulled them off, dropping them to the floor. Meghan was looking at him anxiously, feeling a little nervous now, but Jack pushed her legs apart and the look on his face erased her concern.
His eyes roamed up his sisterâs body until their eyes met.
âMy god youâre beautiful. â
âIâve wanted this for so long,â Her voice came out small and breathless, she hadnât realized how hard she was breathing.
Jack leaned down to kiss her waist. He lifted her legs up to his shoulders and then kneeled down on the tile, moving his face to hover above her dripping sex. Meghan was already soaking wet, her juices flowing generously down her ass-crack.
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Jack leaned in and kissed just above her clit, and Meghan jerked like sheâd been electrocuted. Jack grinned, and then began to kiss all over his sisterâs pussy, starting at the bottom and working his way up, her juices began to coat his lips and her taste was incredible, erotic and girly. Jack used his fingers to gently spread Meghanâs pussy lips, and then with the tip of his middle finger he massaged her now slightly exposed opening, making her moan and push her hips up against his hand.
âDonât tease,â She groaned.
Jack started tonguing Meghanâs clit and then she was gripping his hair in her fingers, pressing his face down into his wet pussy as she gyrated her clit against his tongue. Jack slid out of his pants and boxers as he knelt, and once they were off he plunged a finger into his sisterâs canal without warning. She cried out and a small rush of juices ran out around Jackâs finger and down his forearm.
âOh FUCK, Jack!â Meghan covered her face with her hands as her body began to convulse slightly, her legs trapping Jackâs head between her thighs as her pussy clamped down on his finger. It was several seconds before her body relaxed again. She sat up slightly, pulling Jack up to her, she kissed him hard and then she lay back, taking him with her. Jack moved deeper between her legs and the head of his cock bumped against her pussy. She reached down between her legs and gripped his fully erect member.
âYouâre big!â She looked down from his face with wide-eyes. âGo⌠go slow ok?â She looked apprehensive again, and Jack chuckled.
âItâll be fine,â He said, and then he kissed her again.
She peeled back his foreskin and guided him to her opening as she spread her legs further apart. Jack pushed forward and Meghan steered him perfectly. He felt his head slip between her pussy lips and then into the entrance to her canal. Meghan shivered beneath him and he pulled her closer.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, âYou know what, just do it quickly ok?â
He pushed forward hard, shoving his entire eight inches deep into Meghanâs pussy until his pubic hair bumped against her clit. She practically screamed, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her legs around his ass.
âFUCK! FUCK YES!â
Hearing Meghan scream like that while his cock was firmly inside her tight pussy made Jack groan and he began to fuck his sister like he hadnât fucked anyone in years. She clung to him desperately as he banged her with his thick cock, fucking her pussy with wet slapping strokes.
Meghan could feel the juices running down her ass in a steady stream, but she didnât care. She was entirely focused on Jackâs stiff penis filling her up again and again.
He pushed her onto her side and closed her legs, pushing her kneed up towards her stomach, still fucking her pussy between them. Meghan lay back and clutched his hand in hers, massaging her breasts with the other.
âFuck me, Jack, please pleaseâŚ. â She was gasping as he pounded her harder and harder. It felt like each thrust drove him deeper inside her.
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Meghanâs midsection began to tingle and shiver spastically, and she moaned as her orgasm began to build. Jack was close too, and he could feel Meghanâs pussy beginning to clamp down onto his cock. He increased his speed, his stomach slapping against Meghanâs ass over and over, her juices coating his thick member and dripping down his balls and her ass.
âFuck fuck fuck fuckâŚ. â Meghanâs gaze was unfocused, and her hands were clutching at his chest blindly. âFUCK!â And her back arched violently and Jackâs knees nearly gave out as her pussy began to convulse with the rest of her body, and Jackâs orgasm hit with insane force, he fell down on top of his sister, crying out in ecstasy as he began to cum inside of her, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her cunt.
They hugged each other tightly, Meghan opening her legs and rolling onto her back again so Jack could lie down against her. His cock was still deep inside her, pulsating slightly with his heartbeat. Meghan wrapped her legs more tightly around Jackâs body and pulled him deeper, holding him there.
He rested his head on her shoulder as their breathing slowed and his cock began to soften slightly inside her.
They stayed that way for a few minutes until Jack began to gently kiss Meghanâs neck, running his fingertips across her skin. He propped himself up slightly, his nearly-flaccid cock still trapped in her tight canal.
âShower?â He asked, and Meghan nodded shyly.
âYou should probably get out of me first,â she said, laughing.
âWhat? Ooooh, right!â He stepped back and his cock slid from Meghanâs pussy wetly.
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What neither of them was expecting was the rush of fluids that poured out of Meghanâs pussy as soon as Jackâs cock left her. It splashed down on the tile floor in a rush and Meghan clamped her legs together, gasping at the sudden release.
âAh!â Jack burst into laughter and pulled Meghan to her feet, juices still pouring down her thighs. âLook at this!â She said in amazement, âIâm soaked!â
âYeah, just remind me not to make love to you on the carpet ok?â Before she could retort, Jack swept his sister off the floor and into his arms.
âHey,â she said breathlessly as their faces were suddenly close again, âI love you, you know. â
âI love you too Megs. How about that shower?â.
