WANTING MY STEPSISTER

ALEXA RILEY
 Contents

Wanting My Stepsister
Copyright
Dedication

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14

Epilogue
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 WANTING MY STEPSISTER
BY ALEXA RILEY

Libby Moore is trying to figure out what to do with her life. She has
graduated high school, but there’s only one thing she’s ever truly wanted in
life…the one thing she can’t have…her stepbrother, Jasper.
Jasper Lewis tried to get away from the one person he shouldn’t want.
But moving only a couple of miles away was a pitiful effort, and he’s tired of
resisting what he wants. He’s coming back to claim what’s been his since day
one, no matter what the consequences.
This taboo love is so dirty, so wrong, and your lady business is gonna
thank you!

Warning: It’s okay if you like it, because this is a judgment-free zone. But
these two are about to get it on like their dad may walk in at any moment.
Enjoy!!
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to Síofra… from day one, to day one million and one…. we love you.
 1

LIBBY

“T ake the apron off, Libby.”

I look down at the apron I still have on from this morning. It’s
my favorite one. It’s black and dotted with little pink hearts. It has a giant
bow that ties in the back and the bottom has layers of ruffles. I made it
myself. Sewing is my second-favorite thing to do. Making pies is my favorite
thing.
Reaching around the back, I pull at the bow, letting it loose from my
waist. Then I pull it over my head and toss it into the trunk of Nicole’s car.
“I think you cut these shorts too short,” I tell her, getting a good look at
them.
When I rolled out of bed this morning, I grabbed the shorts Nicole had
made me last night from a pair of jeans that I was going to throw out. They’d
become so worn I didn’t want to wear them anymore, even though they were
my favorite pair, I loved the way they fit my hips, and that is hard to find
when you have a lot of curves like I do. Nicole told me she could save them,
but now I’m not so sure that was true.
“That’s how they’re supposed to look,” she tells me.
The wind blows, and I feel the breeze against my bottom. I turn, trying to
look at my butt. I shake my head and take off my long-sleeved flannel shirt
and tie it around my waist to try and cover it up. But that now only leaves me
in a thin tee for a top. At least nothing is hanging out of that, except a little
cleavage. Okay, maybe a good bit of cleavage. I wear the baggy flannel shirts
to hide my chest, which can be practically obscene at times. It’s easier to hide
the girls away instead of fighting them. Nicole rolls her eyes at me. She’s
always trying to get me to show off my body more. We both joke about how
we’d kill for things the other has. I’d die for her legs, and she’d murder
someone for my boobs.
“Grab the boxes,” I say, ignoring her.
I love Nicole, but she’s a little more boy-crazy than I am. She likes to
dress to get their attention, whereas I try not to be noticed. She’s always done
up and in clothes that are as tight as possible. I have to say, though, she
always looks beautiful. From her long blonde hair, to her flawless skin and
bright blue eyes. She has all the boys in town chasing her, but she never stays
interested in one for long.
I’m not boy-crazy at all. Maybe that’s because I’m man-crazy. One man
to be exact, but he doesn’t even know I exist. Well, that’s not entirely true,
but I seem to annoy him more than anything. When he does come into town,
he stays as far away from me as he can get, and that’s probably for the best.
I’ve got it bad for my stepbrother, Jasper Lewis.
Sometimes I can catch him at a good time when he’s here. Get him to
watch a movie or play a game with me, but it never lasts long. All too soon
I’m annoying him and he’s leaving the room. Then the next day, he’s gone
from the house and I’m left with an empty feeling. No matter how hard I try,
I always seem to set him off. Each time it breaks my heart that he can’t stand
to be in a room with me anymore.
Maybe I should take a page from Nicole’s book the next time he comes to
town. Maybe I could make him not think of me as his annoying little
stepsister anymore. I could wear something like these shorts and take my hair
down from the messy bun it’s always in. I could put on a little makeup, and
maybe even flirt a little. Maybe then I could get his attention. Get more than
that dark annoyed look he gives me. The one he’s been giving me since I was
thirteen and his dad married my mom. At first I thought he hated the fact that
my mom married his dad. It was no secret they had money, and my mom and
I didn’t come from much. But Ned had swept us both off our feet and taken
us in. Then I saw that Jasper was always so sweet to my mom and even
thanked her for how much his dad had changed since she’d come into his life.
Grabbing a stack of boxes, Nicole follows me into the Sunshine Diner. Its
mid-morning on Sunday, and a rush will be flowing into our small town soon.
There aren’t many places to go around here, and Sunshine is one of the most
popular. A small part of me takes pride in that because I know people from
towns over come here just to get a pie.
 “Hey, Libby. I hope you brought me a bunch. I ran out early yesterday,”
Mrs. Kathy says from behind the counter as she places someone’s order of
pancakes in front of them. Even though she owns the place, she’s always
waiting on people. She even wears one of the light blue uniforms under one
of the aprons I made her for her birthday. She’s owned the Sunshine Diner
since long before I even knew this little town existed.
When my mom said she was getting married and moved us here, it was a
shock. But we’d lived in a small town ourselves before, so the change hadn’t
been too big, a little scary, but I loved it here. Most of all, I loved seeing my
mom so happy with my step-dad, Ned. The way they looked at each other
even made my heart flutter.
“I’ve got about thirty,” I admit. I know she wants more. I can see it on her
face. She’s offered me a job a million times, but I keep turning her down. I
feel like turning pie-making into a job will take away my love for it. Lately
I’ve been thinking more about it, however. I just graduated high school, and I
need to do something with myself, with my future.
Making a few batches a pies a week and making millions of aprons I pack
away or give away isn’t going to make me a living. I can’t live at home
forever, and I know the time is coming for me to make some decisions. I’m
sure my mom and Ned would enjoy having their home to themselves.
“That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll just sell them by the slice.”
I nod as I round the counter, bringing in the boxes and placing them in the
counter. Nicole brings in more boxes while I put them away. After that, I pull
a few out and place them in the display cases.
“This is cute,” Mrs. Kathy says, coming to stand next to me. She’s
looking down at one of my pie boxes.
“I ordered them online and decorated them myself.” I feel a little
embarrassed saying that. That I sat in my bedroom and decorated over thirty
boxes with stickers and doodles. I even wrote some cute sayings on them.
“They’re adorable,” she says as the bell over the front door of the diner
rings. She turns around, grabs a coffee pot, and goes to work. I shut the
cooler and give Mrs. Kathy a small wave as I leave the diner, wanting to
escape before the rush hits.
Nicole whistles, and I see her sitting on the bench a few stores down. I go
down and sit beside her. I’m distracted by thoughts of Mrs. Kathy’s job offer.
“We forget to give one?” I motion to the pie box sitting between us. This
one is decorated with small hand-drawn hearts.
 “No,” A sneaky smirks pulls at her cherry-red lips. She must have put on
more lipstick, because it wasn’t there when we left my house this morning
after she picked me up. “You should give this one to Owen.”
I follow her line of sight across the street to the cluster of boys we went to
high school with. Five of them are standing outside the hardware store. It’s
pretty normal around here to see them gathered outside the place. Most of the
boys live on farms with their families, so this is as good a place as any to
congregate. We live on a farm, too, but ours isn’t really a working farm
anymore. My step-dad retired and rents out all his land to other local farmers.
Now he dabbles in random investments with other farmers to make money on
the side.
My eyes scan the crowd and I see Owen is looking right at me. He’s had a
crush on me since I moved to town, but I didn’t pay him any attention. There
were only sixty students in our high school graduating class. Everyone dated
everyone, and something about that always made me feel weird. Not to
mention I was in love with someone else. Had been since I even knew what
love was, so I avoided the whole dating thing while everyone else swapped
boyfriends every other month. I shake my head at myself. Like I have room
to judge. I’m in love with my stepbrother. That has to be weirder.
Owen is cute with his shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes. All the girls
in school wanted to be with him, and most had, if the rumors were true. You
never know in a small town, though. Some rumors are straight-up lies. I’m
thinking the ones about Owen with most of girls in our graduating class are
true, though. Owen is nice and has manners, but he sometimes acts like he’s
God’s gift to the world. I wonder if I’ve snagged his attention purely because
I don’t pay him any.
I pull my eyes away from him, back to Nicole. “But I don’t even like him
like that.”
“Just flirt with him. It’s fun,” she pushes.
I tap my cowboy boot, thinking about what she’s saying. Maybe I should
flirt with him. Even my mom has been asking me when I’m going to start
dating. I thought parents were supposed to keep you from doing that. It’s hard
to even think about dating when I know my heart will always belong to
someone else. It doesn’t seem fair to string someone along.
I wonder for the millionth time if Jasper dates. I’m sure he does. When he
comes home every holiday, I get a knot in my stomach thinking he’s going to
show up with some woman. They probably throw themselves at him. Heck, I
want to throw myself at him. Only I have no idea how to do that. I don’t even
know how to dress to attract a man.
“Give me your lipstick,” I tell Nicole, making her smile.
She reaches into her purse and pulls out a tube. I take it from her and put
it on. I grab the glasses from my face and blink a few times, but then change
my mind and slide them back on. I’ll just fall on my face without them and
confirm to everyone that I have no idea what I’m doing. I really should try
the contacts I have, but I feel strange without my glasses. I’ll walk over to
Owen and flirt and see what happens. Practice. Like when I’m trying out a
new recipe, I have to practice a few times. So when Jasper finally comes back
to town, I can make sure he gets the best.
I grab the pie and start to make my move, but Owen is already on his way
towards me. I smile as big as I can. His eyes go to my legs, and I remember
what I’m wearing. I stand still as his gaze wanders up my body, finally
landing on my face.
“That for me?” he says, coming to stand in front of me. I glance down at
the box in my hand, wishing it wasn’t one with hearts on it.
“It’s apple.” I say, shrugging.
“Your apple pie is my favorite, Libby.”
It doesn’t sound like he’s talking about my apple pie from the diner. I
stand there, unsure what to say, feeling completely uncomfortable. I push the
pie towards him, and he takes it. Then he brings his hand to my cheek, and I
flinch.
“You got a little something,” he explains as his thumb slides along my
cheek.
I see a bit of white dust and realize it’s either flour or sugar. I was
working with both this morning. He starts to bring his thumb to his mouth
when a hand reaches out, grabbing him by the wrist.
“Jasper,” I whisper into the quiet as a look of anger burns in his blue eyes.
 2

JASPER

I grip the steering wheel tighter as I watch Libby take off her flannel
shirt and tie it around her waist. Thank God she’s covering those Daisy
Dukes she’s got on. When the fuck did she get those? It’s not right for a girl
her age to be wearing something like that. Fuck that. Those are things you
should wear at home for a man who would get on his knees and be thankful
for you doing so, not just anyone on a street.
I think about getting out of my truck and helping her carry in those boxes,
but I see her friend Nicole with her and I don’t want to intrude. The last thing
she wants is for her brother to butt in. Step-brother. I remind myself as I
watch the two of them carry the boxes into the Sunshine Diner.
When my dad told me he was going to marry Carol, I was so happy for
him. I could tell how happy he was with her. I’d met her briefly before their
wedding, but I knew my dad was in love with her from day one. They had a
quick courtship, and then they eloped, saying that they couldn’t spend
another moment apart. I understand that all too well, but there isn’t a happily
ever after in store for me.
The first time I saw Libby was the day they moved in. She was standing
on my front porch carrying a suitcase. I was a little shocked that I’d be
getting a sister at the age of sixteen, but I was kind of excited by the idea. It
had always been my dad and me. I’d wanted a sibling, and I was getting one.
But when I saw her there, so many emotions hit me at once. I’d reached out
that day and taken her suitcase from her hand, but was unable to get a single
word past my lips. She looked like an angel. I’d never seen something as
pretty as her before. Our parents stood there, waiting on us to say something
to one another, but I couldn’t.
Eventually I showed her to her new room and put her suitcase on her bed.
I looked into her bright green eyes, so full of wonder yet hesitant. Her jet-
black hair was cut short back then, and I remember wanting to ask if she’d
done it herself, just to make conversation. But the words stuck in my throat
again, and I chickened out. Instead, she spoke first, thanking me, and gave
me the prettiest smile I’d ever seen. It lit up the dark spare room that we’d
never used, and suddenly the bare house we’d been living in became a home.
I lean my head back against the window of my truck and close my eyes,
trying to picture those first few years living together. She was thirteen at the
time and always wanted to tag along with me, whatever I did. I’d never admit
it to her, but I always loved how she wouldn’t leave my side. When we’d
walk out to the barn or through the woods, I took every chance I could to
hold her hand to keep her from tripping, but I pulled mine away as soon as I
could. I was so afraid that she’d be able to tell by my touch what I truly
thought.
“Dammit, Jasper,” I say to myself, hating this train of thought.
No matter what I do, it happens every time I see her. One look and I’m
propelled back to all the times we spent together…and then my reason for
running. For getting out of town as fast as I could and only coming back
when I had to. Banging my head against the glass, I try to stop the memories,
but it’s no use.
I was nineteen when I finally moved out, unable to take another moment
in the house with her. I’d seen her grow from an awkward teenager into a
sixteen-year-old with a body of a much older woman. Her curves didn’t
belong on a little sister. They belonged in the centerfold of Hustler. The
thought of her being seen like that by other men makes me clench my teeth.
My dad calls me home at least once a week, and most of the time I’m able
to avoid it. I used to say I was busy with school, but I finished up my
certification last month, so I can’t give him those lines anymore.
I wasn’t sure what to do after high school, so I took some classes at the
local community college and commuted from home. But after Libby’s
sixteenth birthday, I had to get out of there. I was asked about working on
large engine machinery for a few of the farms, and the college I went to
offered courses on it. They set me up with a job once all my paperwork went
through, and now I’m the on-demand mechanic for all the farms in the tri-
state area. I never thought I could make this much money at twenty-one years
old, but it turns out this shit pays extremely well.
I keep myself busy with work, and that seems to be the only thing that
can quiet my mind. But even then, it’s not enough. Thoughts of Libby are
always in the back of my mind, and it’s only gotten worse since I moved out.
Today my dad called me and asked me to come have dinner tonight. He
said Carol missed me, and that I needed to see Libby. The way he said it
made me think there was more to it. Like there was a specific reason I needed
to see her. He also told me that we needed to have a man-to-man talk, and I
don’t even want to think about what that might mean.
I lean forward, this time putting my forehead on the steering wheel and
trying to will myself to leave this parking lot and go to my parents’ house. I
was on my way there after I got my dad’s call this morning, but I stopped in
town to have a slice of pie before I did. That’s when I saw Libby unloading
her baked goods, and I sat here, watching her like a lecher.
There should have been a point in my life when I stopped having feelings
for her. I should have gone out and found a woman and fucked this out of my
system. But instead I’m a twenty-one-year-old who’s never so much as
kissed a woman. I’m embarrassed for my own dick because there’s only one
woman he wants, and he won’t be satisfied with anything else. Meanwhile,
Libby is probably getting felt up and God knows what else by little fucking
pricks who don’t know how to treat a delicate beauty like her. Baby-bitch
boys who would touch her like they wanted and not understand that she’s the
most precious fucking thing that has ever existed on this goddamn earth.
I sit up, hitting my steering wheel so hard my palm burns. Good. Maybe
the pain will stop this ache in my chest.
My eyes travel up, and I see Libby standing there with a box in her hand
as a guy walks over. It’s John Bishop's boy, Owen. I’ve never had a problem
with him, but suddenly I hate every fucking thing about that shithead.
I’m out of the truck before I know what I’m doing. If I had a rational
thought, I’d make myself stop. But I’m not listening to myself. I’m only
seeing red as he reaches out and touches her cheek. I don’t know what he is
to her, but he’s about to be six feet under.
When I see him bring his hand up to his mouth, I reach out grab his wrist,
and then turn my eyes on Libby. I need her to look at me and not at him. I’m
so fucking jealous that I can’t stand to have her eyes on any goddamn man
except myself.
“Jasper,” she says, and the sweet, soft sound has my every inch of my
body hard.
“Go get in my truck, Libby. I’ll meet you there.”
I let go of Owen's wrist, not wanting to touch him, but I keep my eyes
locked with her bright greens. A light blush creeps across her cheeks, and she
looks down at the ground. I hate that I don’t get to see them on me anymore,
but she nods, and a little peace settles in my chest. She and Nicole turn to
leave, but I don’t watch her go. Instead I turn to Owen, standing in front of
him, my big body blocking his view of her.
“What’s up, Jasper? Just saying hey to your sister. No harm, man.” He
holds his hands up like he doesn't want a fight. But he obviously does if he’s
touching what’s mine.
I try to rid my mind of the thought of Libby being my property, but it’s no
use. She’s been mine since we were kids, and there’s no changing my stupid
brain now.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Bishop,” I say, and I don’t move an inch,
daring him to come at me. I could use a fight right about now. It would
probably help me burn off some pent-up aggression.
“Look, I know she’s your sister and all. But I’m a decent guy. Why don’t
you put in a good word for me?” He shrugs like he’s some sort of fucking
prize.
“No,” I say and turn around, walking towards my truck.
“No?” I hear Owen say behind me. “Fucking asshole.”
He says the last part so low I don’t think he expects me to hear it. But I’m
so pissed off I could hear a mouse fart in a cotton ball.
“What you’d call me?” I say, whipping around and taking two long
strides to put me back in front of him.
He looks nervous, but his boys are behind him, so he doesn't want to get
punked. “Asshole,” he says weakly. “I called you an asshole.”
His second admission is a bit stronger, but he’s still a greasy piece of shit
that doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as that beauty sitting in my truck.
“That’s what I thought you said.”
I nod and make half a turn before I’m planting my fist in his face. The
loud crack echoes through the parking lot, and my knuckles sting. I welcome
the pain as I stand over him and look down at his limp body. His friends
hesitantly come over to check on him.
Waiting half a second to see if anyone else feels brave enough to fuck
with me, I watch Owen regain consciousness and sit up, blood running down
his face.
“What the fuck, Jasper?” he complains, his hands cupped over his bloody
nose.
“Don’t touch Libby again. And watch your mouth. There are ladies
present.”
I look over to see some of the older church ladies standing outside the
Sunshine Diner. I tip my hat to them and smile like nothing happened here.
“Afternoon,” I say as I pass them.
I feel a smile pulling at my face as I make my way to the truck. I see
Libby sitting in the passenger seat, and as much as I don’t want to like it, she
looks so fucking good in there. She looks good anywhere, for that matter, but
by my side is where I always picture her.
Some days I wish I could burn the image of her and me together out of
my mind, but then other days, it feels so right that I don’t want to imagine it’s
anyone else. Every dark-haired woman is compared to her, and every light-
haired woman is lost in comparison.
I’ve decided to succumb to my fate and realize that there is truly only one
person for me for the rest of my life. And if I can’t have her, then I can’t have
anyone. My poor, poor dick.
 3

LIBBY

I watch as Jasper strolls back to the truck as if he didn’t lay someone out
in the middle of the street. Like it was nothing. I can still feel my
heartbeat pounding in my chest from the moment I laid eyes on him. It felt
like it had been forever since I'd seen him. I thought maybe I’d dreamed him
up. But no, he’s most definitely here, and everyone in our small town will
hear about this. There’s no doubt in my mind about that.
His large frame slides into the truck, and he slams the door behind him.
Silence falls between us for a moment before he leans over towards me. I
hold my breath, unsure of what he’s going to do as he moves in closer. The
smell of his cologne fills my lungs, and it stirs something inside me. It’s the
same cologne he’s been wearing since I bought it for him three Christmases
ago. We lock eyes, and I can’t break the connection with his deep blues. The
color always fascinates me because they’re navy blue but with a ring of
honey around them. Somehow today, though, they seem darker. He leans
impossibly closer, and as he does, my mouth opens slightly. But then the
quiet cab is filled with the click of the seatbelt. He’s leaning back and putting
the key in the ignition of the truck before I register what happened.
As he pulls away from the curb and starts down the road, I let out the
breath I was holding. Still shocked about everything that happened on the
street, I glance over at Jasper, who now has both hands on the steering wheel,
gripping it in a tight hold. His knuckles turn white, and I can see his jaw tick
as he clenches his teeth. Like always, he seems agitated with me. I’ve said
about two words to him and he’s already frustrated.
I look out the passenger window, not wanting to look at him anymore. It
hurts to see him, to want him as much as I do, and not be able to have him.
Every time I see him, it feels like he gets even more handsome. And it
doesn’t help, either, that he seems to be getting bigger all over his body. I
know he’s taller than his dad now, who’s easily six foot. Jasper’s normally-
short brown hair is a little longer than he used to wear it, and I can’t say I
hate it. It’s sticking out slightly from the sides of his baseball hat, one that has
seen better days. It’s pulled low in the hottest way possible, and I hate how
much I like it.
I remember giving him that damn hat when I first moved here from
Missouri. It’s a Royals hat, and back then I didn’t know much about baseball.
I’d wanted to give Jasper something from where I came from, and I knew he
liked the sport. He wore it all the time, even though I found out as the years
went on that Ned and Jasper were Rockies fans. They’d both grown up in
Colorado, yet he still wore the hat I got him.
I bounce between loving and hating that he still wears it. I love it because
he always has on something I’ve given him. But I hate it because I wonder if
it’s like the sweater your grandma buys you and you always put it on when
you know you’re going to see her. Maybe he’s trying to be polite to his little
sister. Nothing more than that. Stepsister, I correct. I have to add the step
because the feelings I have for Jasper are far from familial.
They’re wrong. Deep down, they don’t feel wrong, but that doesn’t
change a thing. I know Jasper will never look at me as anything other than a
sister. It’s apparent he can’t even imagine me with a boyfriend after what
happened in the middle of town. Owen barely talked to me and Jasper lost it.
The silence inside the truck grows, and I reach down, playing with the
strings that have come loose on the hem of my shorts. I keep my focus on my
lap, still not wanting to look at Jasper. The feeling of him beside me while the
silence builds makes a knot form in my stomach. I wonder why he’s even
here, or how long he’ll stay this time. I resist looking in the back of the truck
cab to see if he has a suitcase or something with him.
I know he travels for work sometimes, so there probably is a bag back
there. Maybe he’s just passing by and in twenty-four hours this will all be
behind me. But it’s not like I know his business, because he never talks to me
anymore. He talks in front of me to Mom and Dad, but never directly to me.
Not anymore at least. The thought pisses me off all over again because it
doesn’t make sense. If he doesn’t even want to talk to me anymore, why he
would care that I was talking to Owen? Heck, Mom has been trying to get me
to go on a date for months now.
I’m jerked from my thoughts when Jasper’s hand comes to rest on my
thigh. It’s then I realize the truck is parked and we are home. I raise my head
to look at him, but his face is unreadable. The darkness in his eyes in still
there, but there’s a little more softness to his body then there was when he
first got in the truck. Like some invisible tension has left his body, only
leaving behind the echo of his earlier anger.
“When did you start dressing like this?” His voice is deep and raspy. If I
didn’t know better, I’d think he hadn’t spoken in days.
His hand stays in place on my thigh, the heat from his palm spreading
through me. His thumb strokes my exposed skin, rubbing back and forth. The
roughness of his hand sends a tingle up my spine. I’ve never had someone’s
hands on me like this before, but even without that, I know this is the hand of
a man. I can tell from the texture and weight of it that he’s the kind of man
that does hard labor every day. The kind of man that could take care of a
woman. His touch is so simple, and to him it’s probably nothing. But to me,
this touch is close to what I’ve dreamed of. It feels so intimate, and in my
mind, there is nothing brotherly about it.
“Does it matter?” I manage to say, though all my thoughts are centered
around his big thumb slowly stroking me.
My cheeks warm as I glance back up. His eyes roam over my body, to my
exposed legs and then to my cleavage. I wonder what he’s thinking and if he
likes what he sees. Would he like it on any other woman besides me?
“Yes.” His single word hangs in the air as heavy silence follows.
Seconds tick by, but all he does is keep stroking me with his thumb. I
reach for my seatbelt, needing to get out of this confined space. My breathing
picks up at his touch, and I know what’s happening. It happens late at night
when I lie in bed and think about him. I’m getting turned on, and I wonder if
he’ll be able to tell. My face gets warmer with each second, but as I place my
hand on the buckle, he grabs it and stops me.
“When you dress like this, men get ideas. They start looking at you
differently, Libby. I don't like it. Not one bit.”
“So?” I fire back, lifting my chin a little. I want to tell him that maybe I
want them to look, but I know that’s a lie. I want him to look. The only eyes I
want on me are Jasper’s.
The hand on my thigh tightens, and my legs fall open a little. It’s only a
fraction of an inch, but he sees it. Jasper lets out a sound that comes from
deep in his chest, making my whole body tighten. I want to get closer to him,
even with this anger pulsing from him in waves. Something about it draws
me to him rather than pushes me away. I can feel it between us, but I don’t
know what it is or what’s happening.
He releases my wrist and moves his hand to my cheek. He touches the
exact same spot Owen did, but this time when Jasper does it, he brings his
thumb to his mouth.
“Sugar,” he says as he pulls his thumb from his mouth. A dark look
passes over his eyes, and I can see that something in him has changed. “Go
inside the house, Libby.”
I reach down and fumble with my seatbelt, getting it to unclick. But when
it does, Jasper doesn’t release my thigh. He maintains his possessive grip.
“I can’t,” I tell him, looking down at his hand.
The tan of his skin is a bold contrast to the creamy color of mine. I hardly
go outside, but it’s evident Jasper spends hours in the sun. I watch as his palm
tightens even more, then finally lets go. I take the opportunity and fly from
the truck. I practically sprint up the front porch stairs and into the house. For
some reason, I need to clear my head, and I can’t do that while sitting so
close to him. I don’t look back to see if Jasper is following me.
I don’t stop when I enter the house and see my mom in the living room. I
mumble a hello and go right up the stairs into my room, shutting the door
behind me. I hope with all my heart that my mom doesn’t come up here and
check on me. Not wanting to chance it, I go to my bathroom and shut the
door, flipping on the shower. I sit down on the toilet lid as the water runs, and
think about what just happened.
My eyes go straight to my thigh where Jasper held me. He left no marks,
even though he was holding me so tightly. A pang of disappointment hits me
and I don’t know why. But that’s another lie I tell myself.
I know why I’m disappointed. I wanted his mark on me. Something deep
inside me did and still does. The desire I have for him is so strong that I
would take anything I could get. I close my eyes, wondering if that makes me
pathetic. I put my face in my hands and try to get a grip on everything I’m
feeling.
When I hear a knock at my bathroom door, I know it’s my mom. No one
else would come into my room and knock on it besides her. I stand up and
open the door. Her eyes sweep over me, and I remember what I’m wearing.
She doesn’t make a comment on my clothes and simply gives me a bright
smile.
“The guys are going to look at some machine that’s broken and I thought
we could spend the day in the kitchen together. Make them a big meal like
old times,” she says, reaching out and tucking a strand of dark hair behind my
ear.
Cooking is something my mom and I enjoy doing together, and this
would be another way to remind me that we are all family. Maybe this is
exactly what I need—a shock to the system to somehow reset my traitorous
body.
“I thought we could talk about your plans this summer. I know you
enrolled in some classes online, but you seem a little…” She trails off, but I
understand what she’s saying.
I do feel a little lost, and I also know spending the afternoon with her will
only make me feel better.
“Sounds like fun. Let me hop in the shower and I’ll be right down.”
She leans in and places a kiss on my cheek. “Love you, baby girl,” she
says before turning and leaving with a smile on her face.
Guilt falls on my shoulders as I close the bathroom door and undress. If
all the feelings I’ve been having about Jasper were to ever come to light, it
would destroy our family. I could never do that to my mom or to Ned.
So instead of doing what my body and my heart want, I’ll listen to the
voice in my head.
 4

JASPER

I watch Libby nearly run into the house, and I shake my head at myself.
Fuck, I’ve got to get better control. She looked like a baby deer in
headlights when I touched her. I sat there rubbing her milky white skin and
thinking all kinds of non-brotherly things.
What is wrong with me? Why couldn’t I keep my hands to my fucking
self? Something about her, the way she looked so innocent and sweet, called
to me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been in love with her since the day I met her
and my heart gets confused. My truck still smells like cinnamon sugar and
fresh-baked cookies, and I will my hard-on to go away. Shame hits me as the
throb in my pants won’t quit and I don’t know how to make it stop.
All I wanted to do was keep that asshat from touching her, but I had to
take it to the next level, didn’t I? I had to punch Owen Bishop in front of the
whole fucking town and scare the one person I want to protect. She looked at
me like I was some kind of animal, and I would have given anything to make
it go away. Her eyes were wide with what had to be fear as I stroked her skin
and selfishly took what I wanted. I didn’t stop to think about what that could
do to her, and I feel like a grade-A bastard.
I open my door, trying to get away from the smell of her, even though I
don’t want to. I need to clear my head, and I can’t do that if I’m surrounded
by thoughts of her warm, soft skin under my touch and wondering if she
would feel just as soft under me. If the weight of my body would hold her
down against her mattress. Would she press her mouth into her pillow to hide
her moans from our parents as I thrust into her cunt?
“Fuck,” I mutter, kicking my door shut and grabbing my bag out of the
back.
Staying here for more than a day is a bad idea. But my dad said he needed
my help for a couple of days, and there’s nothing I wouldn't do for him. And
you get to see Libby, the voice in the back of my head pipes up, and I groan.
I walk into the house and see Carol sitting in the living room. She sees me
and stands up, coming over and wrapping me up in a hug. Guilt is heaped on
the already mile-high pile I have inside me as I think about what I feel for her
daughter. She’d be so ashamed of me if she knew what I wanted, and as
much as I want Libby, I don’t want to hurt our family. What we have is
special, more than anyone could hope for. I know how happy she’s made my
dad and how in love with Carol he is. My feelings for Libby would bring the
life we’ve all built tumbling down and I don't want to do that.
“Good to see you, Son,” she says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek
and pushing me back to look me up and down. “Your hair's gotten long.”
She pulls off my baseball cap and messes my hair up playfully before
plopping the hat back down on top.
“Can’t seem to find the time for a cut,” I say, smiling at her.
“I like it. It looks good on you. Your dad is out back waiting on you. He
said there was some machine thingy you needed to look at?”
I let out a little laugh. “That sounds about right.”
“All right. You boys get to work, and I’ll see if Libby wants to make
dinner with me. Let’s have a family night. Eat a big dinner and watch a
movie.”
“Sounds perfect, Mom,” I say, not wanting to see any more
disappointment in anyone's eyes today.
She smiles brightly, looking so much like Libby, and then heads upstairs.
I hear water running, and I assume it’s Libby taking a shower. I have to stop
that train of thought. I can’t let myself imagine her naked and soaping up or
I’ll end up going to my room and jerking off. Like I usually do.
I go upstairs to my room at the end of the hall and drop my bag on my
bed. I don’t glance at Libby’s closed door, refusing to allow my mind to
conjure up any fantasies. I practically jog down the stairs and through the
house, making my way to the kitchen. Mine and Libby’s rooms are upstairs,
along with a guest room. My parents have their master suite downstairs,
along with an office, kitchen, living room, and dining room. The house is a
big farmhouse, but my dad did a ton of work on it before and since Carol
moved in. He likes making her happy, and Carol loves remodeling.
 I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and an apple off the counter before
heading out back to see what my dad has gotten himself into. When I walk
off the back porch, I see him out in the distance at the barn, halfway under
one of our tractors.
Dad hasn’t worked on the farm in a long time, choosing to lease out the
land for other farmers and making good money at it. But we’ve still got a few
acres we keep to ourselves and he likes to mow it with a tractor that was
made before I was born. Hell, maybe even before he was born.
“You get stuck under there, old man, I’m not helping you get out,” I say,
biting into the apple and leaning up against one of the shoulder-high tires.
“Don’t you know that was the reason I had you, son? To take care of me
in my ancient years.” He doesn’t move out from under the tractor, but he
tosses up a tool at me that I catch with one hand.
I nudge his knee with my foot and he slides over as I climb in underneath
with him. I scan the tractor and see the problem right away, then reach for the
right tools.
“You’ve got a bolt loose and it’s burned out your clutch. Gonna need to
replace that.” I go to work on getting the broken nut off, but it’s a bitch.
“I’m glad you’re here,” my dad says, and I hear the smile in his voice.
I hate being gone from home, but I can’t be around Libby all the time. It’s
too hard, and I can’t stand the pain of being so close to her and unable to
have her. It’s like setting a bottle of one-hundred-year-old whiskey in front of
drunk and telling him he can’t have a taste. The drunk will only last so long
before he flips the table over and destroys everything.
“You said you needed my help. I’ll always be here for that, Dad.” I
finally free the nut and climb out from under the tractor, wanting to look at
the clutch from above.
“And I said I needed to talk to you,” he says, following me out from
under it and standing up.
He reaches a hand down, pulling me from the ground, and I climb on the
tractor, taking the seat. I avoid his last statement, knowing whatever he’s
going to say can’t be good.
“Have you been trying to strip this thing, or did you add some lead to
your foot?” I try to distract him with talk about the clutch, but he doesn’t take
the bait.
“You know it makes Carol sad that you don’t come around much
anymore.” He waits for me to look at him, and when I do, I see the sincerity
in his eyes. “Look, Jasper, I know you travel a lot for work, but it’s not so
much and not so far that it should be weeks on end where we don’t see you.”
“I know, Dad. I’m sorry.” I start to say more, but he cuts me off.
“Son, you only live in the next town over, not even twenty minutes away
from us. You made a big production about wanting to make it on your own
and living away from home. I think that’s admirable, and I’m not knocking
you for standing on your own two feet. I’ve raised you to be a man, and that’s
what a man does.” He reaches out, squeezing my shoulder, and I can feel
some tension dissolve at his fatherly touch. “But you need to think of your
mom and your sister and what you mean to this family. You ran out of here
as fast as you could but didn’t really go too far. I want you to tell me why
you’re avoiding your home, and don’t deny that you are. Things have
changed, and we all know it. You’re making a good living with what you do,
and it’s time we had a serious talk about your future and what that means for
all of us.”
I look away from him to the afternoon sunshine, letting it blind me a
little. I want the light to blur my vision so that I don’t have to see the look on
his face. If he could read my mind and what I truly want, the disappointment
would be too great. I open my mouth a couple of times to unburden myself,
but then stop. Telling him what’s in my heart would only relieve my guilt for
a moment. It wouldn’t change anything, and it would only hurt him, so
there’s no fucking point in passing it to someone else.
“Dad,” I say, letting out a long breath. I don’t know what should come
next, so I try to think of a reason why I’m avoiding my family.
“Jasper, Carol and I have talked about what we think is best for you and
—”
His words are cut off by the sound of a truck pulling up, and we both look
over to see it’s John Bishop. And he looks mad as hell.
“Well, shit. That didn’t take long,” I say, climbing off the tractor.
“What did you do?” my dad asks as we walk in the direction of the truck.
“Nothing really. Just punched his kid in the mouth.”
We meet Mr. Bishop in the middle, and as he gets closer, I see he’s mad
as hell.
“You broke his nose,” Mr. Bishop says by way of greeting, and my dad
steps in front of him, shielding me.
“Your boy ought to keep his hands off my sister,” I say, crossing my arms
over my chest. I’m not sorry I broke the little shit’s nose. I’m sorry I don’t
have a claim on Libby to keep people from thinking they can touch her.
My dad looks between the two of us—me standing there casually without
an ounce of remorse, the older man with a red face, now stumbling over his
words.
“He didn’t…she’s. They’re dating,” Mr. Bishop finally says, and anger
flares inside me.
Libby hadn’t said anything like that to me in the truck, but it’s not like I
gave her a chance to. I was too busy pawing at her and scaring her half to
death to let her explain the situation. Goddamn it, I’m an asshole. I open my
mouth to apologize, but my dad’s voice stops me.
“No she isn’t, John. And I’d thank you to inform your son of that.
Nothing against you and yours, but my daughter made it very clear that she
isn’t dating anyone at the moment.”
The relief that floods me is almost comical. I want to laugh and fall to my
knees all at the same time, but I don’t do either. Instead, I hold my pose and
let the information sink in, knowing I did the right thing. At least, I think I
did.
Mr. Bishop looks between the two of us and sees that there isn’t a fight
he’s going to win out here today. He takes a step back from my dad and gives
me a hard look.
“I won’t be responsible if my boy tries to settle a score with you. I’m
warning you now to watch your ass.”
“You tell him once he quits crying to his daddy to come see me. I’ll give
him another ass-whooping to carry home to you.”
Mr. Bishop’s face turns seventeen shades of red before he turns and
stomps off in the direction of his truck. My dad gives me a look that tells me
there was no need to poke the bear, but I shrug.
“Did he really put his hands on Libby?” my dad asks, and I see his fists
clench at his side.
He’s always been as protective of her as I have, and I like that about him.
My dad never distanced himself from her and always calls her his daughter.
He could have just as easily called her his stepdaughter, but he loves her like
she’s his own. And I know that means a lot to her.
I let out a breath and answer truthfully. “Probably wasn’t the kind of
touch that deserved a broken nose, but I could tell he’s the kind of guy that
wasn’t going to settle for only that.”
“Sounds like you have him pegged.” The question is there in his voice,
and for a moment he gives me a strange look, but then it passes. “Glad you
were there to keep her safe.”
He claps me on my shoulder and walks back over to the tractor. All talk
about me staying gone so long is forgotten as we work on the old beast. I can
feel something between us, and I have a suspicion there is more he wants to
say, but he’s saving it for another time.
I’m both thankful and terrified of what’s to come, because I have a
sinking feeling that my dad is seeing some of the things that I’ve always been
so careful to hide.
 5

LIBBY

I put the lid back on the pot of sauce that’s been simmering for a while,
before making my way over to the oven to check on the cherry pie. The
scent of the food we’ve been cooking all day fills the house and it smells
wonderful.
“You should probably make another since Jasper is here. He can eat one
of your pies all by himself.” Mom’s chopping lettuce for the salad and doesn't
look up when she says it.
I thought the same thing, too. Before distance started to grow between
Jasper and me, I used to always cook for him. I know my cherry pie is his
favorite, and that’s why I made it today. I smile, thinking back to how he was
always my tester for anything new I wanted to try in the kitchen. He’d sit at
the counter for hours with me while I cooked, and when I was younger he
would always handle stuff he didn’t think I should be doing, like taking
things out of the oven or cutting something up.
He acted like my own personal safety monitor in the kitchen. I miss those
days. But everything is changing. Jasper no longer lives here, and it isn’t the
way it used to be. I don’t need him to slice my apples for me anymore, no
matter if I still want him to or not. He has better things to do these days, and
I’m not a part of his life now.
“Maybe, but we made a giant pot of meatballs, and I also have all these
cookies. I’m not sure we’ll even make it to the pie.” I wipe my hands on my
apron and see I’ve gotten a lot of stains on this one. I pull it off and grab
another from the bottom kitchen drawer. I change my apron multiple times
when I cook. It’s weird, but I love so many of them I find myself doing it just
so I can wear each of them more often.
“Some of the ladies in town were asking me about your aprons. They
wanted to know if you sold them,” Mom says as she starts to shred the cheese
for the salad.
I walk over and grab the bowls out of the cabinet for her, setting them
down next to her.
“I was kinda thinking about it. Nicole knows how to design websites and
says she can make one up for me if I want.” I like this idea more than the
prospect of making pies all the time. I love baking, but it takes a lot of time
and needs to be tightly scheduled. With the aprons, I can do them whenever,
and I can always change things up.
“Is that what you want to do?”
I shrug. I’m feeling lost and I don’t know why. “I love making them. I
hadn’t really thought about making them to sell. I might like it. Plus, it could
be more flexible when I start school in the fall. Make my own hours.”
I feel my mom's stare, though I don’t look up. It has to be one of those
mother things where you can look at your child and they feel it.
“You don’t seem too excited about college.”
I keep my hands busy, avoiding her gaze. “I’m not, if I’m being honest. I
thought it was what I was supposed to do next,” I admit.
I always did well in school and even graduated at the top of my class. But
that’s not saying a lot with how small our schools are. Although I excelled in
the classroom, school was never something I enjoyed. I went to class and did
what I was supposed to, but at the end of the day, there was nothing
interesting enough to make me want to keep going.
Looking up, I meet her eyes and see the soft smile of understanding in
them. The comfort is a relief, and I relax my hip against the counter.
“You know you can take some time off, baby girl. You're young, and
you’ve got time to figure out what you want to do. Maybe even find yourself
first.”
“I can’t stay here forever. I’ll think of something.” I step away from her
and go back over to the stove. I stir the sauce, trying to keep my thoughts
hidden. I don’t want my mom to see how unsettled I’m feeling, because she’ll
worry. When I glance over at her, she’s staring right at me her eyes narrowed.
She gets up from the bar where she’s been working and comes around to me.
“Baby girl, you can stay here forever. You know that, right? Tell me you
know that.”
 I can see that what I said upset her. Crap. That’s what I was trying not to
do. “Of course I know that, Mom.”
She pulls me into a hug, and I hug her back. Some of my worry slips
away as her comforting arms surround me. I don't know how she does it, but
being around my mom always makes me feel better.
I shouldn’t have told her that, but I didn’t mean it like I had to leave.
More that I should, because it was getting to be time. My mom had me
young, and her own parents tried to talk her out of having me. But she didn’t
listen. She knew she wanted me no matter what, so she went out on her own
and made a life for us. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I never went without.
Never thought I wasn’t loved. My mom worked hard for us. Then she found
Ned and we both adored him immediately.
She’s spent her whole life focusing on me and being the best mom
anyone could ask for. I don’t want her to worry about me anymore, because
she’s done enough of it. I want her to be happy and don’t want to do anything
that might hurt her happiness here. This family is everything to her, and I
don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.
She cups my face and rubs her nose against mine. It’s something we’ve
done forever, and it always succeeds in making me smile.
“I’m starving,” Ned says, coming in the back door and going straight for
my mom. It’s the same thing he always does when he first sees her. He grabs
her up and kisses her, and she giggles. She used to blush and tell him not to
do it in front of us, but that stopped long ago because he’d still do it anyway.
“That cherry I smell?” he asks, putting my mom back on her feet but not
letting her go.
“Yep!” I add a little cheer to my voice, trying to lighten up my mood. I
put the lid back on the pot, and wipe my hands on my apron. “It should be
done in a little bit. Right on time for after dinner.”
I glance over to the other side of the room where Jasper is leaning up
against the wall. I look away, unable to meet his eyes. My face warms as I
think about the truck ride home. How he’d touched me. Something is
changing, and I can feel it. There’s something different about him and about
us, but I don’t know what it is.
I grab the plates off the counter to set the table, needing some space and
something else to focus on. Crap, this feels weird, awkward even.
Jasper’s phone rings, and I look back over at him, unable to stop myself. I
can’t ever seem to stop.
 “Hey, Emily,” he says into the phone, and I freeze, all the air leaving my
lungs. “Yeah, I put your bag by the front door. You left it in the living room.”
He pauses for a moment. “Don’t forget to set the alarm before you leave. I’m
going to be gone a few days.” He pauses again, and all of us are looking at
him. He raises his eyebrows at us questioningly.
I pull my eyes from his and start to put the food on the table.
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you next week,” I hear him say.
“Who’s Emily?” my mom asks as Jasper ends the call.
“I’m going to go wash up before dinner,” I say, escaping the room and
half-running up the stairs. My eyes start to burn, and I know if anyone sees
my face they’ll know I’m about to cry.
I race into my room and then into my bathroom and wash my face. I look
at myself in the mirror and try to breathe.
“Get it together, Libby. He’ll always be in my life, and someday I’ll have
to see him with someone else.” My words offer no comfort. For the first time,
I don’t feel like I’m at home anymore. I pull off my apron and toss it into the
laundry basket.
I hear a knock at my door and open it to find my mom standing there.
“You okay, baby girl? You don’t look well.” She reaches out and touches
my forehead.
“I’m not sure. I’m not feeling so hungry. I think I’m going to lie down for
a little bit.” I see a trace of disappointment cross my mom’s face before she
tries to hide it. She always gets excited when everyone is home and can eat
together. I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t go down there and listen to
Jasper talk about some girl he’s dating. I’m not ready for that.
“Okay. I’ll put a plate in the microwave in case you feel up to eating
later.”
“Thanks, Mom.” She kisses me on the cheek and leaves.
I shut my door and lean up against it for long moment before I finally
peel myself away and put on my pajamas. I crawl into bed, and I don’t know
how long I lie there before sleep finally takes me.
 6

LIBBY

M yfrom
eyes flutter open. The feeling of someone watching me pulls me
sleep. My bathroom light spills softly into my room, and I see
Jasper’s silhouette in a chair in the corner. The sight startles me, and I roll to
my side and wonder how long he's been there. I can’t make out more than his
outline at this distance and without more light.
“Still sleep with the light on?” He nods to the bathroom door. His voice is
low, but I hear him.
“I don’t like being alone in the dark.”
“You’re not alone.”
He stands up and into the light a little. It’s then I see he’s only wearing a
pair of flannel pajama pants as he walks to the bathroom and turns the light
off. The room is plunged into darkness, and I sit up in bed. Suddenly, I feel
his warm hand on my cheek, and I can’t stop myself from leaning into it. The
darkness makes me feel like I can hide in it. Hide with him.
“You feeling better? Mom was worried,” he says, and then pauses for a
second. “I was worried.”
“Who’s Emily?” I ask, ignoring his question. His hand on my cheek stops
moving. My heart starts to pound. I shouldn’t have asked.
“She cleans my house every other week,” he says. “She was calling
because she left one of her cleaning supply bags last time she was there.”
“Oh,” is all I can get out. Relief floods my system, and the knot that had
formed in my stomach untangles. I hated thinking he had some girlfriend
coming over so much she brings a bag to stay the night. I shouldn’t care, but I
do. I know we can’t ever be together, but it still hurts to think about. “I’ve
never been to your house.”
I hear him let out a breath and I feel him sit down on the bed. “Did it
bother you, thinking I had a girlfriend? That’s what Mom thought. That
Emily was someone I was seeing. Is that what you thought, too?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling my face warm. Once again I’m thankful for the
darkness.
“I hated seeing Owen touch you,” he admits, and I close my eyes at his
words. “I hate thinking about anyone touching you.”
The air is charged between us, our darkened confessions creating
something that hasn’t been between us before.
“What’s happening?” I whisper, but it might as well be a scream with
how quiet the room is.
I feel Jasper lean closer to me, and I mirror his movement. My body has a
mind of its own, all rational thought has left. It knows what it wants, and my
head isn’t going to stop it. This isn’t what I should do, but it doesn’t care. All
this time I’d always thought this crush was one-sided, but was I wrong? Did
Jasper look at me as more than just a little sister? I wasn’t sure if that made
this better or worse. The things he said to me in his truck flood back, and now
they don’t seem like they were coming from a protective brother. They
sounded like the words of a jealous lover.
The quiet between us is allowing us to bare our secrets, and the safety of
it lets me explore my darkest desires. I close my eyes and allow the thoughts
and feelings that I’ve tried to shut down to take over. Desire is raging inside
me, and for this one moment, I allow myself to give in to them.
I feel his hand come to my cheek, and he turns my face towards him. My
eyes spring open when I feel his breath on my lips. I’ve adjusted to the
darkness now and can make out his face, so close to mine. Some light from
the moon spills in through my curtains, and suddenly I can see what’s in front
of me.
“What’s happening is something I’ve wanted to do for longer than I
should have.”
He growls the last part as his warm mouth lands on mine. The kiss isn’t
soft like I was expecting. It’s not careful or tentative; it’s intense and hungry.
In the blink of an eye, I find myself kissing him back with the same urgency.
All the years of telling myself that this was wrong and I shouldn’t want my
brother in this way are pushed aside as desire takes over. I lean into him with
fervor, opening my mouth to try and breathe him into me.
 My hands go around his neck and he pulls me into his lap. I feel his hands
on my ass, sliding under the long sleep shirt I’m wearing, and I moan. He
breaks the kiss suddenly and whispers against my lips.
“Shhh.”
Then his lips are back on mine, but this time he pushes his tongue into my
mouth. I can taste the warm, slick heat as it touches mine, and the feeling is
foreign yet erotic. I’ve wanted this for so long, and finally it’s happening.
He devours my mouth, and I take in as much of this as I can. I want to
remember every second of this, every single detail, because I may never have
this again. This stolen moment in the dark that no one will ever know about.
It will be our little secret. One that, when I lie in bed again in the dark, I’ll
replay over and over in my head.
I push into him further, wanting to be as close as I can, ignoring all the
fading thoughts that this is wrong. I deepen the kiss, choosing want over
sense, and move my body against his. I need the friction as my legs go
around his waist and I tighten my thighs, pulling me close to him. His cock is
settled against my core, and I move my lower body against his. Instinct takes
over once again and everything else is forgotten. My mind shuts off, and I
allow all my primal needs to flood me.
He growls into my mouth, and I swear the sound vibrates through my
whole body and goes straight to where I need it most. My core tightens and
heat floods my veins as my body explodes with pleasure. I break away from
his lips and throw my head back. I release a moan, but Jasper's hand goes
over my mouth, muffling the sound that I’m too far gone to hide.
I let my head fall forward and enjoy the sensations of the orgasm, rocking
through the pulses. Every part of me is alive, and for a moment I feel like I’m
home again. The lost feelings from earlier gone, and in their place are
sensations of comfort and love.
Slowly, Jasper takes his hand from my mouth, his heavy breathing the
only sound in the room.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as reality sets in.
Jasper’s hands slide to my hips under my shirt as his forehead rests on
mine.
“Don’t say anything,” he says softly, his hands sliding up my back,
stroking me up and down. His mouth moves to my cheek, and he places little
kisses there. I don’t know how long we sit like that in the darkness, with his
hand gently petting me. It’s like he can’t stop touching me. The roughness of
his palm feels so good on my skin, and it makes me feel precious and delicate
under his hands. The silence around us feels peaceful, and all thoughts are
held at bay.
Too soon, he moves us by scooting back on the bed. I worry that he’s
going to push me away, but instead he holds me tight and lies on the bed with
me straddling him. When he’s settled me on top of him, his hand goes back
up my shirt and he continues to rub me up and down.
I try to fight sleep, not wanting the morning to come. The light will shine
on what we’ve done and will make all of this feel dirty and wrong. I want to
hold on to this perfect moment and not lose this feeling, but the light will
come, no matter how much I wish for it not to. It will show what this could
do to our family and our parents whom we love so much. What will Jasper be
like tomorrow? I don’t want to face any of it, and I want to lie with him like
this forever. But his strokes are so soft on my skin, and the smell of him
filling my lungs is too comforting. I can’t fight the pull, and I succumb to
sleep.
 7

JASPER

“O h fuck,” I moan quietly as her mouth surrounds my cock. Her warm,

wet tongue is circling the bulbous head, and I grip her soft, silky hair
tighter as I fuck into it. I feel myself bump the back of her throat, but she
doesn’t make a sound. Only swallows around my length, telling me she wants
my cum there. She wants it inside her body, and I give over, letting her have
whatever part of me she wants.
I squeeze my eyes shut and rest my head against the cool tile of the
shower, letting my orgasm roll through me. I release my dick and watch the
last of my cum wash down the drain as my fantasy dissolves and the water
washing over me turns to shame.
I can’t believe I went in her room last night, and I try to push away the
thoughts of what I did to her. But they flood back, and my cock is hardening
all over again, my first attempt at release useless.
I went in to check on her after Mom said she didn’t feel good. But when I
got there, I stood beside her bed and watched her sleep. After a while, I went
to the chair in the corner of her room and sat down, unable to leave her. I’d
spent so much time trying to keep her at arm’s length, scared of what I might
do if she got too close, so I wanted to soak in the moment. Simply watch her
without having to worrying about anything, feeling calm at having her close.
My gaze traced every inch of her exposed skin, memorized every curve.
The softness of her cheek and the way the light hit it. The creamy pale skin of
her thigh that was sticking out from under the covers. The small birthmark
shaped like a strawberry on the inside of her thigh that I’d see when she wore
bathing suits. I sat there and remembered how I’d dream about what it tasted
like, how it would feel to touch it, and if she grazed her fingers over it when
she put her hands between her legs to touch herself.
I burned the image of her into my brain until she woke, feeling my eyes
on her. I should have left right then, but I was weak. Looking at her for so
long had broken down my resistance and I couldn’t walk away from her. So
instead of doing what I should have done—and what she deserved—I turned
off the light. I didn’t want to see the look on her face when I touched her. To
face the rejection in the bright light. I knew what I was going to do from the
moment I walked in the room, and I couldn’t bear to see the look on her face
when I finally did it. I know my sister loves me, but she’s still my sister, and
what I wanted to do to her was far from innocent.
“Stepsister,” I say through clenched teeth as I turn the shower off and
reach for my towel.
I replay it all in my mind as I towel off and walk into my bedroom. I
double-check that the door is locked and I lie back naked on my bed,
reaching for the baby oil on the bedside table.
I put some in my hand and pray that one more orgasm will be enough to
get me through the day. Once I’m alone tonight, I can do it again, but I need
to somehow manage to keep my dick under control until then. Or I’ll be
reaching for her again. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought of all the places
in this house I could pull her into. Steal a few moments and no one would
know.
Lubing up my cock, I close my eyes tightly and think about her little
pussy rubbing on my cock. How needy she was for me, too—something I
hadn’t seen coming. How she whimpered for it, and how my dick got my
baby sister off. I should be ashamed of that thought, but it somehow gets me
impossibly harder. My shaft grows with need as if I didn’t just jack off in the
shower. I use my other hand to rub my balls as I think about the kiss and how
fucking perfect it felt. Her bee-stung lips so soft against mine, how her
tongue tasted like brown sugar.
She slept on top of me, but I never even closed my eyes. I petted her soft
body like I would a kitten, and she purred on top of me. The feel of her soft
skin so familiar, yet so new and undiscovered. My hard cock rested against
my stomach, and her panty-covered pussy pressed on top of it as she slept.
All I wanted to do was push them to the side and slip into her wetness. Take
what I’ve always thought of as mine, even if I couldn’t have it. I knew I
couldn’t take advantage of her like that, and fucking her sweet little cunt is
something I don’t think we could come back from.
Maybe we could have this, our own little secret petting. Didn’t some
siblings explore when they were kids? Is this so different? Only we aren’t
little kids, and my feelings for her run far deeper. It’s not a brotherly feeling.
But maybe we could have our moments in the dark and never tell a soul. It
could be my one way of touching her but never letting it go too far.
I grip my cock tighter, thinking about the way her body shook when she
came in my arms. How I had to cover her mouth with my hand so we
wouldn’t get caught, and how much more that thought turned me on.
What if our parents had caught us fooling around? Would I have been
relieved to finally have it out in the open, or would Libby’s horror at being
caught have been like ice water all over the moment? Did she even know
what she was doing last night?
I snuck out this morning because I didn’t want to make her
uncomfortable. But if I’m being honest, I did it so I wouldn’t have to face the
look of regret on her face. I couldn’t stand the thought of her not wanting me
how I wanted her, even though we can’t be together.
Giving my cock another squeeze, I focus on the moment we shared and
what it felt like to have her curves pressing against me. After all these years
of wanting to hold her close, I was finally able to have that dream come true.
I feel the build of the cum, and I know any second I’m going to blow. I lick
my lips and whisper her name as I release onto my hand and lower abs. I
keep rubbing through the peak of pleasure until the ache turns to pain.
It’s then that the pulse of the orgasm in my ears recedes and I hear a small
gasp. I jerk my head to see Libby standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
Her hair's a mess from sleep, and her sleep shirt is falling off one
shoulder, exposing her soft, creamy skin. Her eyes are wide with shock, and
her cheeks are burning bright red, as she stares at the mess I’ve made. The
one from thinking of her.
I open my mouth to say something, frozen in place by her stare, but
Mom’s voice cuts me off and snaps us both out of our trance.
“Libby, Jasper, breakfast!” she shouts from downstairs.
“Baby girl—” I say, but Libby cuts me off.
“I’m sorry,” she says, before she closes my door quietly.
I jump out of bed and go to the bathroom to clean myself up. Quickly, I
take care of business and throw on some jeans and a shirt before I go to her
room. I want to try to talk to her before we go downstairs. Maybe apologize
for what happened last night and explain that even though I don’t regret it, it
can’t happen again. But when I see Libby’s door is wide open, I know she’s
already in the kitchen and there’s no way I can talk to her now.
“Fuck,” I grumble to myself before I head to the kitchen to join my
family. I’m sure this won’t be awkward at all.
 8

LIBBY

I sitdriveway.
on the front porch watching Ned and my mom take off down the
A sense of dread settles in my stomach because I know
what’s coming. I could see it in Jasper's face most of the morning. He wants
to talk, and I want to avoid it. I’m not ready to face what’s coming now, or
ever. I wish I’d never closed my eyes last night and fallen asleep. Then I
could have soaked up a few more moments before it all came crashing down.
I tried to keep myself busy making pies to take to the diner, but
eventually I ran out of supplies. The whole time, Jasper sat at the kitchen
breakfast bar watching me. Mom volunteered to get me more ingredients
while she and Ned were antique shopping in town. Then Ned suggested they
both go see a movie after, so they decided to have a date night.
That meant hours alone with Jasper.
Before a few days ago, I would have welcomed this. Probably because
he’s been avoiding me recently, but he doesn’t seem to be avoiding me now.
Unless I count waking up alone.
My first thought this morning was to find him. Still drowsy from sleep, I
thought last night was all a dream. I stumbled into his room only to find him
touching himself, my name falling from his lips as he came all over his
stomach. I wondered how many times he’d done that before now. Lying in
bed thinking about me, like I always think about him when I touch myself.
The erotic sight was more than I could take, and like always when it comes to
Jasper, reality came flooding back in when Mom yelled for us. I ran from the
room like an embarrassed little girl.
I hear the boards on the front porch creak under Jasper’s steps as he
comes to sit down next to me. His legs are so long he has to rest them two
steps down from us. We sit in silence, and I wish I could lean into him. I
want to rest my head on him like I would when we were kids, but I keep
looking forward, feeling his eyes on me.
“I was thinking about you this morning,” he finally says, breaking the
silence. My face warms. There is no darkness to hide in right now. The sun is
shining down bright and lighting everything up. “Hell, I’m always thinking
about you, Libby.”
I peek over at him, and his blue eyes look even darker. Sadder.
“You can’t stand to be around me most of the time,” I throw back at him.
I know he’s been avoiding me. I thought it was because I annoyed him, but
now things aren’t looking as clear as I once thought they were. I’m the silly
girl wanting the older guy who doesn’t see her as anything more than a kid.
But this is all jumbled up and I’m trying to piece it together.
He lets out a humorless laugh. “I want nothing more in this whole fucking
world than to be close to you, baby girl.”
His jaw clenches and his fists ball up on his lap, like he’s trying to keep
from touching me.
“Me, too,” I admit.
His mouth opens slightly as his hands go to grab me, but I jump up to my
feet, barely dodging his touch. He follows suit, coming to his feet, too, his
eyes locked on me and that sadness gone. All that’s left behind is hunger.
“I’ve been holding back thinking you didn’t want me. That you…” He
points his finger at me. “…Only saw me as your older brother.” He says it as
if he can read my mind. “I didn’t even think dating or men were on your
mind until Dad said something last time I called. I couldn’t stop myself from
coming down here and checking on you. Wondering what kind of man got
your attention. What lucky fucking bastard had finally caught your eye.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about. I haven’t been dating, and I don’t
know why Ned would tell him that. There had been a little push from my
mom about it, her asking if I thought about dating, but that was pretty much
it. Only a few comments from her, but nothing specific.
“I’ve only ever wanted you Jasper.” He takes a step towards me, and I
retreat a step back, putting my hands up. He can’t touch me. If he touches me,
it will be like last night all over again. I’ll melt into him and probably never
let go. Pain flashes across his face at my retreat. “My mom.”
I force out the words because I know he loves my mom, too. Jasper’s
mom was gone when she found out tricking Ned into knocking her up wasn’t
going to get her a place in his home. Her plan had failed and she’d left town,
never looking back at either Jasper or Ned. My mom was the only mom
Jasper ever knew. The only woman Ned had ever brought around him, and I
know she means as much to him as she does to me. Mom is hard not to love.
She gives you no choice but to love her. She’ll do anything in the world for
you, and I don’t want to hurt the one thing she cares about most in the whole
world—her family. And Jasper and I are messing with that by doing this.
“Our mom,” I correct. “We could rip this family apart, and I know it
means as much to you as it does to me.”
“But you want me. You just won’t act on it because of our parents?” he
asks and takes another step towards me. I back up even more, but my back
hits the house as he closes the distance between us, caging me in. He plants
his hands on either side of my head as he leans down to get even closer. I
stare up at him, not sure what to say. “Say it,” he pushes. “Say you want me.”
“Jasper, how could you not know that? I followed you around everywhere
until you stopped wanting to be around me.”
“I stayed away from you because I knew how bad I wanted you. That if I
got too close, things like last night would happen. But now—”
“Nothing’s changed,” I say, cutting across him. “If anything, it’s worse.”
I can see the hope in his eyes. That we can really have this, but we can’t. I
plead with him. “Knowing this isn’t one-sided only makes it hurt more.”
I’m trying to get him to understand how hurtful this is going to be. That
now we both have to move on, despite knowing the other wants this, too. My
hand goes to his chest, and my fingers dig into his shirt. I don’t want to let
go, but at the same time I’m telling him we can’t do this.
A half-smile pulls at his perfect, full lips, and I remember what they felt
like on me last night. I want them on me again. Maybe we could have just
one more moment, because it’s going to hurt when we have to end this.
“Then tell me to stop,” he says simply, leaning in even more as his mouth
comes closer to mine.
I don’t tell him to stop. Instead, I let my body take over like it did in the
dark, and I raise up on my tippy toes, closing the distance between us. My
fingers let go of his shirt, and I slide my hand up around his neck, pulling him
closer.
My feet leave the ground, and I know we are moving, but my eyes fall
closed and I get lost in Jasper. Lost in all the things I’ve ever wanted. That
feeling of home slides back into place, and I’m exactly where I’ve always
wanted to be. I lost it this morning when I found myself alone in bed, and I
want it back now more than ever. Maybe we can steal a little more time. No
one ever has to know.
 9

JASPER

I grip Libby’s ass and carry her through the house and out the back door.
I have to break our kiss for a second to find the doorknob, and she
looks at what I’m doing.
“Where are we going?”
“The barn,” I say, gripping her ass cheeks harder and stomping across the
back yard and to the field where it sits.
“Why are we going out there?”
Her sweet breath hits my neck, and I feel her soft lips place kisses there
as I walk as quickly as I can. “Because I’ve dreamed about taking you out
there since before I should have. And it’s a good place to watch in case Mom
and Dad come back early. We can say we went to feed the horses.”
Her thighs squeeze my hips, but she pulls back, and her green eyes are
wide with nerves. “Jasper, I’ve never…” She stops, and then tries again. “I
mean, I’m a virgin. I don’t know what you wanted to do, but I’m not real
experienced—”
“Stop talking, baby girl. I’m too fucking hard to hear you talk about your
virgin pussy. Just let me get you up in the barn, and then I can think.”
My aching cock pulses between us, and I have to grind my teeth together
to keep from cumming in my jeans. Fuck, I can’t think straight. Libby wants
me. She wants me the same way I want her, and we’ve both been pushing this
away because we thought it might hurt our parents.
I know that they love us and they want us both to be happy. This isn’t
some fleeting feeling that’s going to go away in a week, a month, or even in
fifty years. I’ve loved Libby since the moment we met, and I haven’t stopped
for one second to think about being with anyone else.
When I get to the barn, I walk by the horse stalls and go over to the
station at the end that holds all the riding equipment. I grab a blanket, then
move to the ladder that leads up to the top loft. I climb up with one arm,
holding her with the other, and I can feel her hands roam over my muscles as
I do it. I thank God right now that I’m in good shape, because she seems to
appreciate the effort.
Stepping off onto the loft, I look around and see the area is perfect. There
are hay bales spread out all around us, and there is a big opening that faces
directly towards the house. From here I can see if anyone is coming, but they
wouldn’t be able to see us unless they were a few feet away. I place Libby on
the ground and walk over to the stack of bales. I lay them out like a big king-
size bed. I unfold the thick wool blanket and spread it out over the hay, the
fresh smell of fall and clean linen filling the loft.
Afterwards, I take Libby’s hand and pull her to me, bringing her body
close to mine. I brush my fingers through her dark hark and stare into her
beautiful green eyes. We are quiet for a moment, just looking at each other,
before I speak.
“You are so goddamn beautiful. You know I love you, right, baby girl?”
She bites her lip and nods, a blush hitting her cheeks.
“I love you as my sister, but I love you more than that, too. It’s deeper for
me. This right here?” I hold her tighter to me to emphasize what I mean. “It’s
not stopping. We’ll figure out a way to make this work and a way to make
Mom and Dad understand. But you’re mine, and nothing’s changing that.
Now or ever.”
“But, Jasper—”
“No. You let me handle this. I’ll take care of everything.” I give her a soft
kiss on the lips to ease the sting of me cutting her off. “The most important
thing is that you love me the way I love you. Right?”
She nods, but I wait, wanting to hear the words. “Yeah, I love you,
Jasper. As much as I’ve tried to deny it, I’ve been in love with you as more
than a brother for as long as I can remember.”
“And I’m the only one you want?”
“The only one I’ve ever wanted,” she admits, wrapping her arms around
my waist.
“Then I’ll take care of the rest. The only thing that matters is that you and
I are together. The rest is just details, and there’s no need to worry about it
right this second. We’ve got plenty of time to figure out how to make this
work.”
She smiles at me, and I can see some of the tension leave her body. I give
her another soft kiss, but this time, instead of pulling back, I deepen it, sliding
my tongue in her mouth and taking over. She tastes so fucking good, and
before I know it, I’ve walked her over to the blanket and pushed her back
down on it.
“Get naked for me. Let me see all of you,” I order as I move my mouth
down her neck and grip her hip.
She fumbles with the buttons on her shirt for a second before finally
drawing it off her shoulders. I wait for her to take a breath and then calm her
nerves, because I want her as turned on as possible before I put my mouth on
her cunt.
My hands go to the waistband of her shorts, and I look up to her eyes. She
nods her okay, and I unbutton them and slide them down her legs. I grab her
cotton panties, taking them with the shorts, and I stand up, looking down at
her. Her shirt is open, showing her bare breasts, and my eyes eat up every
naked inch of her as they travel down her stomach to her pussy. Her legs are
closed, keeping it from my view, and I smile down at her. She's even more
perfect than I imagined.
“Show it to me, baby girl. I’ve waited so long to see it. Show me that
sweet little virgin pussy of yours, baby sister, because I want to eat it. And
then take it.”
I see the look of desire burn in her eyes as she licks her lips and then
slowly starts to move. The blush has run from her cheeks down her chest, and
her rosy pink nipples are hard as rocks. She draws her knees up a little and
slowly spreads them, letting her wet, pink lips show and open for me,
revealing her little clit that’s begging for my mouth. But I don’t move yet.
Instead, I just stand there, staring at fucking perfection laid out before me.
Her pale skin against the dark blanket, her hair spread out around her. She
is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t look away. My eyes
roam over her, and I drop to my knees, licking my lips and needing a taste of
her little pink cunt.
“You’re mine, Libby. And once I have your cum on my tongue, there’s
nothing that’s going to change that.” Not that anything ever was.
I cover her sweet pussy with my lips and give her one long lick. The taste
of her makes my mouth water for more, and I close my eyes, moaning at her
flavor. I bring my face down a little, brushing her cunt lips with my nose,
wanting her scent all over me. Marking me as hers. My tongue dips into her
virgin opening, tasting her crisp, ripe cherry that has yet to be popped.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you. I can hardly get my tongue in.”
“Jasper. Please don’t tease me.”
“You can be as loud as you want out here, baby girl. Nobody is going to
hear us. You can be quiet tonight when I sneak in your room, because I’m
coming to get it again. I want you sucking me off, and then I want to hold
you while you sleep.”
“Oh God, that sounds so dirty.”
“It is dirty. That’s why your little kitty here likes it. But remember,
tonight when I’m inside it, you need to be quiet. We don’t want Daddy to
hear you. I’m your daddy now, baby girl, and your little moans are only for
me.”
I cover her cunt again, and this time I suck her clit while flicking it with
my tongue. Her fingers grip in my hair, and she lets out a loud cry as her
body tenses and she gives me what I want. Her pussy leaks sweet cream, and
I lap it up as her cunt pulses with the force of her orgasm. She’s clenching
like she’s trying to find something to grab hold of, and I’m more than ready
to give her something to fill it up.
She sits up, and I straighten as our lips connect. The taste of her pussy on
my mouth as she kisses me only gets me fucking harder. My hands go to her
nipples, pinching her hard peaks, and her hands go to my jeans, wrestling
with my belt. I help her pull my cock out, and she strokes it up and down.
The feel of her hand on my cock is enough to have me spilling a little into her
palm. I lean forward a bit, and the wetness of her cunt brushes the tip. I grunt
out a curse at the same time she does. The sensation is too fucking good, and
I won’t last seven more seconds.
But none of that matters, because as I look up, I know someone has seen
us. And not only have they seen us, but they’re coming our way.
“Goddamn it!” I hiss, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over Libby’s
naked body. “Owen saw us, and he’s coming up here.”
 10

LIBBY

J asper puts his cock back in his pants, righting himself, before grabbing
my shorts and pushing them up my legs. He’s dressing me himself as I
button my shirt back up. One of the most incredible moments of my life has
been taken away from us. Like always, the outside world is reminding us that
we can't be together.
“Shit,” I mumble to myself.
Jasper buttons my shorts before leaning in and placing a kiss on my lips.
“I got it, baby. Stay here.” He turns and jumps down, ignoring the ladder,
leaving me alone as a panic takes hold. What did Owen see? Why is he even
here? God, it’s as if the universe is pushing against us.
“What are you doing here, Bishop?” I hear Jasper snap.
“Looking for Libby Bell.” Owen says the name everyone at school
always called me.
“She’s busy,” Jasper growls, and I know things are about to get bad. I
make sure my clothes are all right before I pop up.
“Hey!” I put on an extra-wide smile, trying to play it cool. Owen’s eyes
come to mine. The traces of the punch he took are still on his face. I do a
stupid little nervous wave as they both stare at me, and I wonder if Owen
knows what was going on.
“Libby.” Owen nods at me. I turn around and make my way down the
ladder.
“Eyes on me, fuck-face,” I hear Jasper growl. He’s starting to sound more
like a jealous lover than an overprotective brother, and I wonder if Owen is
picking up on that, too. I glance over my shoulder as I work my way down
the ladder, seeing Owen pulling his eyes from my ass and back to Jasper.
His eyebrows rise, and I can see it click in his head as he starts to shake
his head.
“I see. You don’t want anyone touching your little sister, ‘cause that’s
your job. Is that what you two are doing out here? Take your sister out to the
barn to fuck her so no one can hear? I guess you wanted to keep her your
dirty little secret.”
My face burns, but Jasper is flying at Owen, wrapping his hand around
his throat and pressing him up against the side of the barn. I scream out.
I run towards them, grabbing a hold of Jasper’s arm and trying to pull him
off. But my effort is useless. Jasper has always been a big guy. Probably the
biggest I’ve ever seen outside of TV, and there’s no way I have the strength
to stop him.
“She’s not a fucking secret. I don’t care who knows. In fact, go ahead and
spread the fucking word. She’s mine. Always has been, always will be.”
“No, stop,” I plead, pulling at Jasper. He can’t mean that. I want our little
stolen moments together before everything comes crashing down around us. I
haven’t had enough of him yet. I need more, and I know if everyone finds
out, I won’t be able to have them. Nothing will ever be the same after people
find out, and I’m not ready to give this up.
But Jasper doesn’t stop. He only seems to be getting madder, and Owen’s
face is starting to change color.
“Please, Jasper. Sweetheart. You’re scaring me.” His eyes move over to
me, looking down at where I’m standing and pulling at his arm. It’s like he’s
just now noticed I’m trying to stop him. He lets out a breath and then looks
back at Owen before releasing him. Owen bends over, choking for air.
“Owen. I’m sorry this got out of control. Jasper didn’t mean what he
said.” I try to calm everyone down.
“I did,” he growls, and moves back towards Owen, but I get between
them.
I can feel the anger pulsing off Jasper as he wraps an arm around me in a
possessive hold. There’s nothing brotherly about the way he’s staking his
claim. Owen looks up at me from his bent position and our eyes connect. A
look I can’t read passes over his face. Then a half-smile pulls at his lips as he
comes to a standing position.
“See you around, Libby Bell,” Owen says as he turns away.
Jasper jerks against me, but I keep a tight hold on the arms he has around
me as I watch Owen pick up his hat off the ground. He heads out the barn
door without looking back, and a shiver of dread runs down my spine.
I don’t know how long we stand there, frozen in place, Jasper with one
arm around me, and me holding him in a death grip, thinking he might go
after Owen. But eventually we snap out of it. I release my hold on him, but
Jasper doesn’t do the same. I have to jerk myself to get free of his hold, and I
look up at him to see he’s still pissed.
“I can’t believe you did that.” I shake my head, a lump forming in my
throat.
“It was bound to come out,” he grits, but his face softens when he sees the
tears I’m trying to hold back.
“It’s going to rip us apart!” I cry out.
I thought for a moment he was right. That maybe we could have all our
special moments together in secret and it would be enough. Or at least soak
up as many as we could before it all came out. But now we can’t even have
that small bit of happiness. It’s been taken from us, and I’m crushed. The
word will spread like wildfire in a little town like ours. Everyone is going to
know, including our parents. I have no idea what to say to them to explain
what happened.
“Baby girl, I told you I’d take care of everything.” He reaches out,
touching my cheek, and the softness and sweetness of it makes me only want
to cry harder. I’m close to losing it, losing everything I’ve ever wanted. I turn
and break his hold, running back towards the house as fast as I can. When I
hit the door, I go straight up the stairs and into my bedroom. I slam the door
closed, locking it behind me.
It’s not even a few seconds later when I hear Jasper’s footsteps coming up
the stairs.
“I’m tired of you running in the wrong direction from me, Libby. You run
and I’m going to chase from now on, I promise you that. I can’t let this go,
and I refuse to let you go. Not when I know you want this, too.” He says all
of this from the other side of the door, not making a move to break it down.
God, I do want it. I want him so much it hurts. I love him and my family
so much, and I feel like it’s starting to rip me in half.
I stay leaning up against the door, not sure what to say. All of this is
happening so fast. I went from thinking he didn’t even know I existed to him
staking a claim to me. My mind can't seem to catch up.
I see my phone light up, and I push away from the door, wondering if the
gossip is already spreading. But I’m surprised when I see it’s a text from
Owen.
Owen: Meet me at the lake.
Me: Why?
I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest.
Owen: Maybe I’ll keep your little secret.
A sliver of hope runs through me. I know Jasper and I can never be
together, but maybe if we aren’t found out, I can live off our secret times
together, if only for a short time. Better to have loved and lost than never to
have loved at all. Right? The old saying plays over in my head.
Me: Okay.
I grab the keys to my VW and open my bedroom window.
“Libby, open the door or I’m coming in. Don’t think this will stop me
from getting to you. Nothing will.” I can hear the promise in his voice, but I
know he’d never let me go talk to Owen on my own. Maybe I can get him to
keep his mouth shut and our secret will be safe.
“I’m going to fix this,” I tell Jasper, slipping my phone into my pocket.
“No, I’m going to fix it, baby girl. I promise you. I will make everything
right for you. For us.”
My heart flutters at his words, and I know he will. But Jasper has a
rougher approach to things than I do. He likes to barge in, and this needs to
be handled with more care. Climbing out the window, I hear Jasper banging
on the door. I slide down the window awning, landing on my feet, and take
off towards my car. I’m sprinting when I hear Jasper yell my name, and my
heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
I hear him yell my name again, but this time it’s much louder. When I get
in the car, I look up to my window and see him leaning out of it, watching
me. I put the car in drive and pull out of my driveway, trying to get out of
there as fast as possible. When I look up to my rear-view mirror, I see Jasper
come flying out the front door.
And it’s then I know he wasn’t lying. He would chase me no matter
where I ran to. My only hope is that I can fix this before he finds me.
 11

JASPER

I make a second loop through downtown, and I want to break my

steering wheel in half with frustration. I can’t find Libby. I thought
maybe she would come downtown or go to Nicole’s house, but she wasn’t in
either place. When I rode by Owen’s house and saw his truck wasn’t there,
my suspicions were confirmed, and I started to look for him. I would bet the
balance of my bank account, which is pretty fucking hefty, that he’s got
something to do with her running out like she did. Libby might have been
upset with the situation, but she’s never run from me before.
I think for a second about where he would go, and then it hits me. I turn
my truck around, making a U-turn in the middle of Main Street, and gun it
back towards the lake. I remember guys in high school talking about taking
girls out there to fuck, and I have a sinking feeling in my stomach he’s got
my Libby.
It’s not a long drive, and I’m there faster than any speed limit would
allow. It’s a long gravel road, and I gun it, kicking up rocks and dust as I go.
When I get close to the clearing, I spot Libby’s car, and I make a sound
somewhere between a snarl and a growl when I see Owen’s truck in the
distance.
“That motherfucking snake,” I say through clenched teeth, sliding my
truck in next to her car and jumping out.
My blood runs ice-cold when I hear Libby’s scream. I run as fast as I can,
my longs legs eating up the distance between me and my girl in a matter of
seconds. But it’s not fast enough, and I feel like I’m running through sand.
When I reach Owen’s truck, I round the front of it and see he’s got Libby
pinned against it as his hands pull at her clothes. My vision turns red, and I
react. I use one hand to grab him by the hair on the back of his head, and I
use the other to grab his shirt. I pick him up off the ground and body slam
him back down to it before I start kicking him.
My heavy-booted foot lands on his side, and he cries out in pain. Good. I
want him to scream just as loud as he was making my precious Libby scream.
I want him to know fear like he showed her, and I want this motherfucker to
never lay a hand on anyone ever again.
Reaching out, I grab his arm and hold it out. Then I bring my boot down
on it, hearing the bone break. His scream turns to a piercing cry, but it’s soon
drowned out by the sound of sirens.
I’m sure my driving in town caught the attention of the sheriff, and I’m
thankful they’re on their way. I lean down, giving Owen a punch to the side
of his face that’s unmarked.
“You so much as breathe the same air as my sister again and I’ll bury you
where no one will ever find your sorry ass. You got me?”
“Yes,” Owen groans as he rolls to his side and starts to cry.
I turn around and see Libby on the ground in front the truck, tears in her
eyes as she watches the whole thing. I walk to her carefully and kneel in front
of her. The adrenaline is fading, and all I want to do is hold her, but I don’t
want to scare her.
“Baby girl. Talk to me. Are you okay?”
She turns her red-rimmed eyes on mine, and for a moment, I’m terrified
she won’t ever look at me again. That somehow I’ve ruined everything
between us, and not because of what we’ve done, but because I’ve reacted so
violently. I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something, but she
surprises me by throwing herself into my arms.
I scoop her up and hold her close, carrying her away from where Owen is
crying like a bitch. I carry her all the way to my truck, hearing her quiet
sniffles as I walk. When the sheriff pulls up and gets out, he comes over to us
and tries to assess the situation.
“Mind telling me what’s going on, Jasper?”
That’s the thing about living in a town the size of ours. The cops know
everyone, including our parents, so they don’t have to ask a ton of questions.
And normally, things can be sorted out without any real interference.
“Owen assaulted my girl, and I beat the shit out of him.” Libby stiffens a
fraction in my arms, and I wonder which part of that statement makes her
uneasy. “I’m gonna take her home now and make sure she’s all right. I’ll
send my dad out to get her car later.”
“That him making all that noise?” The sheriff nods down to where Owen
is rolling on the ground.
“Yeah. He’s got a broken arm and probably some broken ribs. He’ll need
to go to the hospital,” I tell him calmly.
“All right. I’ll call it in. We’ll need to take Libby’s statement later, but we
can do it over the phone. Make sure she’s safe first.”
“Thanks, Sheriff Colton.”
I walk away from the sheriff and then realize that he knows who Libby is,
that she isn’t my girl but my sister. He didn’t bat an eye to it, but maybe it’s
because of the situation. Or maybe he doesn’t give a fuck and he’s glad I got
her safe. Either way, I’m glad she’s all right.
I put Libby in the cab of my truck, but hold her close to my side as I drive
away from the lake and take a turn away from town. I don’t break the silence.
I simply kiss the top of her head and rub her back as I drive.
“Where are we going?” she asks as she sits up a little and notices we
aren’t headed towards home.
“We’re going home, baby girl. To our house. I want you safe, and the
best place for that is in my bed.”
“Jasper,” she says, leaning into me and wrapping her arm around my
waist.
“I told you I’d always come for you Libby. I’ll always chase you down
and bring you home. This time it’s to the place where you should have been
long ago. You’re mine and I’m yours. There’s no getting past it. Now I just
want to hold you and remind myself that you’re safe.”
She nods against my chest, and we ride silently the rest of the way.
When I pull up to my house, I get out of the truck and pull her into my
arms, carrying her up the steps.
“I can walk just fine,” she says, a little smile in her voice.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the day I bought the place.” I kiss her
forehead as I carry her over the threshold and into our home.
I got this house with her in mind and always hoped that one day she’d see
it and fall in love. I kick the door closed behind us and carry her to the
master. I lay her down on the king-size bed and crawl in with her, pulling her
close to me, wanting to give her as much comfort as possible.
“Can you tell me what happened?” I ask as she cuddles into my chest and
I wrap my arms around her.
“He sent me a text saying he’d keep our secret if I met him at the lake.
When I got there, I knew right away something was wrong, but I still wanted
to try. I didn’t want what we shared to be tainted by him or anyone else. I
thought I could fix things.”
“Baby girl. There’s nothing to fix. There’s nothing about us that’s broken
or wrong. It’s just different. We’re not related by blood, just by marriage.
And Mom and Dad love us both so much that I know all they want is for us
to be happy.”
I rub circles on her back and hear her sniff and nod against my chest.
“You’re right. I was just scared.”
“Did he hurt you?” I don’t think things got far enough for him to
physically hurt her, but she was shaken up emotionally, and that’s as bad in
my eyes. “Tell me what to do to help.”
“You got there in time, Jasper. God, if you hadn’t, I don’t know…” She
trails off, and I feel her shiver.
I pull her closer to me, wrapping my leg around hers and trying to warm
her with my body. “I’ll always come to your rescue, Libby. Don’t ever doubt
that.”
“Thank you,” she says, leaning her face up and kissing my neck.
I feel her soft lips on my skin, and I close my eyes, loving the feeling. I
hold on to the thought that she’s safe and everything is going to be okay. As
long as she’s in my arms, I can handle anything that comes our way.
 12

LIBBY

I wake up to soft kisses on my neck and a warm body wrapped around

mine. A feeling of complete safety envelops me. I open my eyes to see
Jasper staring at me. He leans in, placing a feather-light kiss to my mouth. It
makes my insides turn to mush. This is how I always wanted to wake up. I
dreamed about it for so long and wanted it so bad.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I tell him.
Once I hit his bed and he wrapped around me, I’d never felt so relaxed in
my life. Felt like I was exactly where I belonged. The feeling of home came
back to me. The feeling I’d had lately that had been slipping away, and now I
know why. Because Jasper had been slipping away from me, and he was
always my home. Since the first time met, I knew where I was supposed to
be.
“I didn’t mind.” He pushes a strand of hair out of my face.
I see a scratch on his knuckle, which I’m guessing is from the fight with
Owen. I grab it and look it over before bringing it to my mouth and kissing it.
I feel like a naïve jerk for meeting up with him. I should have known better.
But my need to make everything okay had won out. I didn’t want to upset
anything. I merely wanted to try to keep us a secret.
Jasper smiles, and I place more kisses on the scratch. It was something he
always did for me.
“Does it hurt?” I run my finger along it, still feeling guilty that he got
hurt.
“No, nothing hurts right now. For the first time in a long time, there’s no
pain.” I reach out, wanting to touch him. I run my fingers along his cheek,
feeling the roughness of his bristles after not shaving for a few days.
“I didn’t know how much it was hurting until now. Until I got a taste of
what I was missing. All I was feeling was empty,” I tell him, knowing what
he means about the pain. It’s crazy to think all this time we both wanted to be
together. That the ache I’d been having was so much deeper than I even
knew. “It’s still hard to wrap my mind around the fact that you’ve wanted me
all this time, too.”
“No, it’s not. Let me show you.” He sits up on the bed, taking me with
him, and I get my first good look at his bedroom. A giant bed sits in the
center, with a nightstand on each side. I look around and see the walls are
covered in framed pictures of us. Each wall is decorated with a collage.
From fishing, to riding horses, to cooking in the kitchen together, to
family trips. It’s us. Our years together. He grabs my hand, pulling me from
the room and down the hall, where he opens another door. I stop short in the
doorway.
It’s an office. Well, half of it is. One side has Jasper's desk and all kinds
of mechanical books and a few machine-looking parts sitting on it, along with
his laptop. The other side is what has my attention. It looks like the setup I
have at Mom and Dad’s house, only with more room. A sewing machine and
racks to hang up different aprons. Various fabrics and linens, laid out ready to
be used.
“What is all this?” I look at him, and he gives me a look like I’m not
getting it. Once again, he pulls me away, past a living room, a dining room,
and into a giant kitchen.
“Oh my God!” The kitchen is huge. One wall of cabinets holds two
double ovens, and a massive kitchen island with a work area and sink stands
in the center of the room. It’s almost twice as big as Mom and Dad’s. I could
easily bake ten pies at a time. I don’t think I could keep up with that, even if I
tried.
Jasper steps in front of me, picks me up, and places me on the kitchen
island. He puts a hand on either side of me, closing the space between us.
“You’re all I ever wanted, Libby. The moment you walked into my life,
you filled in places in my heart with a softness I didn’t know I needed. It was
always just my dad and me, but you came in with all your sweetness, and I
wanted to soak it all up. Never let it go.”
“I don’t think I can let you go, Jasper. It makes me feel selfish.” I grab a
hold of his shirt and pull him closer. “I don’t want to hurt our family.”
 “But we are hurting it. I didn’t see it at first, but look at us. Fighting this
could rip this family in two just as easily. I’ll never get over you. Hell, I
thought you didn’t want me and I still built you this house. I came home to it
every day thinking what it would be like if you were here each night. Coming
home to you making me dinner and one of those cherry pies I love in the
oven. You moving around a kitchen I’d built for you, wearing only one of
those fucking aprons that drive me nuts.”
His eyes are pleading, and I know he’s thinking I might push him away
again, but I can’t. We’ll find a way. We have to. “My aprons drive you nuts?”
He lets out a small laugh.
“You wouldn’t believe all the things I’ve thought about doing to you
while you wore one,” he says, making my face warm.
“I’m sorry I ran. I got scared, and I was just trying to fix it. I was—”
“Trying to make everyone happy. I know, baby girl. It’s how you’ve
always been. You love putting a smile on people’s faces. Always have. Kinda
why I started to pull away from you, the last year more so than ever.”
I know I’m a people pleaser; I can’t help myself. Then it clicks. I’ve been
feeling lost because I didn’t have him. The one person who means the most to
me. I love my mom and Ned, but this is different. He’s my real home. Jasper
is the one I always want to make smile more than anyone else. He is where
I’m supposed to be, and I’d just been drifting with him gone.
Why would that make him pull away from me? My face scrunches in
confusion.
“Every time you got close to me, I wanted to grab you. I wanted to take
you home with me, and I knew I couldn’t. For one, you were too young.”
That was probably true. I haven’t been eighteen long.
“You bought this house for me thinking I might never come live here
with you.” I look around, thinking how lonely that must have been, because
staying away from me had made him stay away from our parents, too. At
least I had them to go home to every night. He came home to an empty
house.
“No, I got this house and lied to myself. I told myself that I wouldn't cross
the line to make me feel better, but I was really just biding my time. This was
coming one way or another. All Dad had to do was whisper in my ear that
you were thinking about starting to date and I was done. Kept telling myself I
was going to check on you, nothing more. But deep down I knew what I was
doing. I was coming for you.”
 “You’ll always come for me.” I say his words from before back to him.
“Always.” He says it with such determination.
“And I’ll always wait for you, Jasper.” I slide my hands up his broad
chest and around his neck. “I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but I knew
it was something. But that's always been you, hasn’t it? Even when I was
younger, it was always you helping me find my way. Never far from me.
Watching over and stepping in when I needed you. Like now. I needed your
push. To show me.”
I tilt my head back, needing his mouth on mine. He leans in and gives me
what I want. But I pull back before our lips connect, and our eyes lock.
“Show me everything, Jasper. Show me all that we can have together.”
 13

JASPER

I grab Libby’s ass and pull her off the counter, carrying her back to the
bedroom. She lets out a little giggle, and I assume it’s because of how
fast I’m walking, but we’ve both waited long enough for this moment.
Laying her back on the bed, my lips go to hers and my hands are running
all over her body. I feel her tongue run along my bottom lip before she bites
down a little, and I moan at the sensation. She’s being more aggressive than
she has before, and maybe it’s because things are finally becoming settled
between us. We still have to talk to our parents and get that straightened out,
but the two of us are solid.
My mouth moves down her neck, and I help her take her shirt off. I lick
between her breasts before kissing my way over to one nipple and taking it in
my mouth. The hard peak feels so good on my tongue, and she moans as I
suck on it. I want to go slow and take my time, but Libby’s hands are hurried.
We both wiggle to rid each other of our clothes. Once we are both skin
against skin and rubbing our naked bodies together, I look up to see Libby
smiling from ear to ear.
“What is it, baby girl?”
“I’m just so happy. I can’t believe this is happening.” Her eyelids drop a
little, and I can see the lust there. “Make love to me, Jasper.”
Moving down a little, I place a kiss on her stomach and then move a little
lower. “I’ll make love to you, Libby. I’ll give you anything you want for the
rest of your life. But you have to give me something, too.”
I kiss between her thighs, and they fall open for me, revealing her pink
little pussy covered in cream.
 “Anything,” she moans, raising her hips in invitation.
I press my nose to the top of her pussy and breathe in her scent. “I want
you bare, baby girl. I don’t want anything keeping me from your sweet pussy.
And I don’t want to pull out, either. I want to do this right the first time, and
that means balls-deep, no stopping.”
Her thighs tremble a little as I lick her clit with just the tip of my tongue.
Getting a small taste of her dew and needing more.
“Jasper, I’m not on the pill.”
“I know,” I say. She told me she was a virgin and she hasn’t dated
anyone. I would have known if she was by now.
“But I could get pregnant.”
“I know,” I say, giving her pussy one long lick. She moans and then
whimpers when I take my tongue away from her heat.
“But what will we tell people?” She raises her hips again, and I wonder if
she even knows she’s doing it. Her body is wound so tight that it’s begging
for release.
“You’ll tell people that it’s mine. That you let your stepbrother cum in
your tight little cunt because he couldn’t stay out of it. He couldn’t quit
fucking you, and no way was he pulling out of your sweet, gooey pussy. So
he got you pregnant.”
I open my mouth and cover her sex, sliding my tongue between her wet
folds. She moans and grips my hair with both hands, rolling her hips up to
meet me. Bringing two fingers up, I push them into her tight channel,
working them in and out and trying to open her up a little. She’s so fucking
tight that I know busting her cherry is going to hurt a little. But I’ll be gentle.
I never want to cause her any pain.
“So you’ll let me, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she moans, and pulls my mouth back down on her pussy.
I suck her clit and lick up her nectar as I move my fingers to rub her
sweet spot inside. It only takes a few quick strokes and she’s cumming for
me. The sweet sounds of her cries echoing through our room are music to my
ears. They are what I’ve dreamed about since I first started having fantasies.
Now they’re real, and they’re all mine.
I give her cunt one last kiss before I move up her body and pull her legs
up around my waist. The head of my cock is at her opening and is purple and
angry. He’s been not-so-patiently waiting to get inside her tight pussy, and
cum has been slowly leaking the whole time. Even now as I look down to
where are almost joined, I can see my sticky seed creaming against her
opening, making her ready to take me.
“I’ll take care of you and our baby. You know that, right?” I look into her
eyes and she nods, understanding that she and I are a forever deal. “This is
my first time, too, Libby. I just wanted you to know that. I waited for you, for
everything, my first everything, and if it wasn’t you, it wasn’t anyone for
me.”
“Jasper.” Her eyes are a little teary as she reaches up and touches my
cheek.
I lean down, kissing her lips softly as I push past her virginity. We both
lose our cherries together on the same thrust. It’s everything I dreamed it
would be and more. The sweet heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock,
and her soft warm body clinging to me as we both kiss through the
sensations. I hold myself inside her, trying to stay calm while she adjusts to
my cock inside her. I pet her and give her soothing words of encouragement
until she tells me she’s ready for me to move.
Ever so slowly, I pull out and then push back in, giving her shallow
thrusts. The length of my cock is glistening with her arousal and my cum,
easing each glide into her. I speed up as she gets used to the feeling and her
moans get louder.
“That’s it, baby girl. Let me hear you. Tell me how much you love big
brother fucking you.”
“Jesus, Jasper. That’s so dirty.”
She moans, and I feel her pussy cream a little more at my words.
“It’s okay. It’s just you and me. We can say whatever we want.” I thrust
harder, and I feel her clench around me, loving my cock. “I can’t wait to get
you pregnant, Libby. We’re going to have to fuck so much. I’ve always
wanted to see you round with my baby, and now I want to make sure your
ripe little pussy is ready for it.”
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” she says, closing her eyes tight and gripping
the sheets.
“Do it, baby girl. Cum so you can open up your cervix for me. I want to
make sure my seed takes root deep inside you. Make sure you’re bred.”
She groans and tenses as the wave of pleasure hits her. I follow her over
the edge, holding myself inside her as far as I can go, cumming hard. I almost
pass out from how good it feels, but somehow I manage to stay up on my
elbows so I don’t crush her with my weight. The sensations are too fucking
good as they flow through me and I gasp for air.
I roll us over so she’s on top and my cock is still planted deep in her cunt.
I have no plans to pull out for the foreseeable future, and this will work best
if she wants to sleep.
“Wow,” she sighs, breathing heavily on top of me.
I smile and feel her laugh as she sits up and looks at me. The motion
makes my cock sink deeper, and we both moan at the new sensation.
“I know, baby girl. Wow,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Can we do it again?” she asks shyly, biting her lip.
I grip her hips and thrust up into her pussy, feeling her little clenches
again.
“I’ll never say no to you, Libby. Never.”
So I do what she asks. Over and over and over.
 14

LIBBY

“L ook at me, baby girl.” I look up at Jasper as we stand on the front

porch to our parents’ house. He has on his usual baseball hat and his
hair is still looking like it might need a trim. But I’m not sure I want him to
get it cut anymore. I like running my fingers through it.
“Everything will be okay. Worse comes to worst, they’re pissed, but with
time they’ll get over it.”
He tells me the same stuff he’s been telling me since we headed this way,
knowing we had to come tell them what was going on between us. Even if
word wasn’t bound to get out about us because of what happened with Owen,
we don’t want to hide. We’ve been hiding how we feel too long already and I
can’t do it anymore. Not now that I know what we can have together.
Hell, I’m here to pack a bag because I’m going home with Jasper. To our
home. A home, I was informed, I am never leaving. The thought makes me
warm all over again.
“I know. I know.” I slide my hand into his. “Disappointment is always
hard to take from them.”
“When have they ever been disappointed in you?” He raises his eyebrows
at me. I smile at that. That he thinks I’m so perfect I never got in trouble. He
wasn’t there to see some of my brattier moments.
He leans in, stealing the smile off my face as his mouth takes mine in a
slow, sweet kiss. I get lost in him for a moment, forgetting where I am until I
hear the front door swing open, making us both jump back. My mom flies at
me, pulling me into her arms.
“Oh my God.” She starts to cry, and I stand there, stunned, not knowing
what to do or say. I wrap my arms around her because it’s the only thing I
can think to do. “I’m so mad I could kill him,” she sobs into me, holding me
close. Panic takes hold. This is worse than I thought.
“Carol, you know Jasper would never let anyone hurt her. After what he
did to Owen, I’m thinking no man is ever going to look at Libby again.” I can
tell by Ned’s tone he’s trying to calm my mom down with a joke. But it takes
me a minute to realize she isn’t talking about killing Jasper.
She pulls back, cupping my face. “Are you okay?” Her face is red and
stained with tears.
“I’m fine, Mom. Jasper was there. He saved me.” I don't tell her he took
me home and made me feel like nothing could ever hurt me again. That no
man would ever touch me but him.
She looks over at Jasper and reaches out, grabbing him by his shirt and
pulling him towards us. She wraps her arms around both of us as best she
can.
“I love you two so much.” She holds us for a second, and I look over to
see Ned smiling at me. Eventually, Ned has to pull my mom off us, instead
keeping her close in his arms.
“Why don’t we go inside?” Ned says as he moves my mom away from
the front door.
We all head into the living room, where I sit down on the sofa. Jasper sits
next to me, and like always Ned sits in his recliner, pulling Mom down with
him.
“The sheriff call you?” Jasper finally asks the question I was wondering.
How did they find out about everything so fast? We came straight from the
sheriff’s office, but he told us he wasn’t going to mention what happened to
anyone until tomorrow. Word was bound to get out, and when it did he’d
have to answer questions. But he’d give us tonight.
“No. Stacy from the hospital,” Mom answers, reminding me her best
friend works there. I should have called that one. Her eyes move between the
both of us. It’s then I realize Jasper has his hand in mine and he’s sitting close
to me. Really close. How two lovers would sit. She doesn’t say anything,
though, just waits.
“She said you broke quite a few bones.” Ned says it like he’s proud, and a
smile lights up his face.
“He’s lucky that’s all I did,” Jasper growls, his hand tightening in mine.
Ned smiles even bigger, and so does my mom. She starts to edge off
Ned’s lap as if she's trying to get closer to us.
“So…” She lets that one word hang in the air.
“Jasper and I—” I start, but Jasper cuts me off.
“Libby is moving in with me.” Jasper’s words are final. There is no
question-and-answer portion to this event.
No one says anything for a few moments as my mom stares at us.
“She’s mine.”
“Thank fuck,” Ned sighs as my mom leaps from the chair and comes
flying at me once again. I stand up and she pulls me in for another hug.
Jasper doesn’t let go of my hand as he stands next to me.
“I’m so excited,” she whispers in my ear. “You guys have taken forever
to tell us.” She pulls back and narrows her eyes at me like when I’m in
trouble. “We don’t keep secrets. We’re a family.”
I see a trace of hurt in her eyes, and guilt hits me. Normally, I tell her
everything. It was hard keeping this from her.
“I should have said something sooner,” Jasper cuts in. “I knew what was
happening.”
“I just wondered what took so long,” my mom says, taking a step back.
Jasper puts his arms around me and pulls me close.
“I called him and told him she was thinking about dating. He was here
five minutes later. Seems pretty fast,” Ned says.
Mom rolls her eyes at Ned’s words.
“I never said anything about dating anyone,” I protest. I still have no idea
what he’s talking about.
“I know, but my boy needed a little kick, so I gave him one. It was getting
old watching you two mope around like you were never going to be
together.”
I stare at both of them in disbelief. Jasper laughs.
“You don’t care? What if something happens? The gossip around town?
If we break up and it rips this family apart?”
“We’re not breaking up,” Jasper growls.
“This family will never break up,” Ned growls himself. “I don't give a
fuck what anyone thinks about us as long as we’re happy.”
“He has your growl,” Mom says to Ned. That was kinda freaky close. I
have to fight a smile at that.
“This seems so easy,” I mutter, still shocked they aren’t mad or even
disappointed in us. They’re happy. Excited. No one is even forbidding me
from moving in with Jasper.
“Love is easy, baby.” Mom smiles up at Ned, and he leans in, giving her a
kiss. “It’s all the other crap that can make it hard, and we will never be the
something that makes it harder for you two.”
“How long have you guys thought something was happening between
us?” I ask.
“Libby, you used to say you were going to marry him all the time when
you were younger,” Mom laughs, and I blush at the reminder.
“Are going to marry, not were,” Jasper corrects, and I have to stop an eye-
roll of my own. My mom looks even more excited than before.
“As for Jasper, I’ve known for a long time. Probably from the start. The
look he had the first time he saw you. I had the same stupid, shocked look
when I saw your mom, Libby. Couldn't form a sentence for a good two
minutes.”
“Then he asked me to marry him two minutes after that,” Mom adds.
I remember the story. My mom tells me it all the time. Love at first sight.
Maybe that’s what we were, too. Just too young to understand it.
“You two are lucky. You found each other younger. No years will be
missed,” Mom says.
I look over at Jasper, who’s staring down at me, and he smiles. His hand
comes up, his thumb brushing my cheek, and in that moment my whole world
falls into place.
 EPILOGUE
JASPER

Five months later…

“T urn your face in the pillow, baby girl. Don’t want Mom and Dad to
hear you.”
I thrust into her from behind, and I feel her tight cunt squeeze me. She’s
only four months pregnant, but her ass is already getting rounder. I fucking
love it. I hope she keeps it after the baby, along with her fat tits, too. They’re
already so sensitive that when I slip my hand under her and pinch her nipple,
she cries out. The muffled sounds are quiet in the dark, and I swear to God
she’s soaking wet with trying to sneak a fuck in her old bedroom.
It’s Christmas Eve, and Mom and Dad wanted us all here for the night
before as in past years. We decided to sleep in Libby’s bed so I could get in
her pussy in her room like I always wanted to.
“Fuck. I used to dream about this. Coming in your room while you were
sleeping and pushing your shirt up. Climbing on top of you and slipping my
dick in your wet little pussy. I always wondered if you’d be wet and if you’d
even wake up. Or if you’d pretend to be asleep and let me do it.”
She moans into the pillow and raises her hips, asking me to take her
harder. I grip her ass and thrust deep, the way she likes it. She loves when I
talk filthy to her, and my words, just as much as my cock, are getting her off.
We found out she was pregnant a month ago, but we wanted to wait until
Christmas morning to tell Mom and Dad. They are going to be so excited.
Grandbabies have been all they’ve talked about lately, even though we are
young. I think they knew that we don’t want to wait, and I’m more than
happy to do my part in the baby-making process.
Libby is horny all the time, so getting her pregnant was the easy part. It’s
hard for us to go more than a few hours without me being inside her. Our
connection is so intense that she travels around town with me for work, and
we have to pull off in the woods to fuck in the car if it’s been too long. She’s
insatiable, and I love trying to keep up with her needs.
I feel her orgasm hit her as her clenches start, and she tries to hold back
her screams of pleasure. She usually goes off two or three times when we
fuck, but I know she’s trying to hold back. I laugh and lean down next to her
ear.
“Oh no, baby girl. I want more.” Reaching under her belly, I slide my
hand down to her soaked pussy and play with her clit. “Remember who your
daddy is now. You do what I say.”
Sitting up, I start to fuck her hard. So hard that the headboard beats
against the wall. She leans back and shushes me, but I just smile and wink at
her. There’s never going to be anything that stops me from making her feel
good. And as much as she likes to protest, the thought of getting caught
makes her hot. I know this because at that moment, she cums again, and this
time I follow her.
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