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Chapter 6 - Heartbroken

Dean started up the driveway, expecting his sister to come busting out of the front door. He made it all the way, but there was no little sister. His Tink was nowhere to be found, and his heart sank.

Was this because of the summer? Is she embarrassed to see me? Does she regret everything we did? Maybe she's not here. She has never let me make it to the door. Ever. I should turn around and go home. This was a bad mistake. What if she does regret it? That would destroy me. I can't lose her. Not my baby sister. But that's it. She's my sister, not my lover, not my girlfriend, and not my wife. Just the love of my life.

His mom met him at the front door. She opened her arms.

"Oh, my little boy! Welcome home!"

He put his bags down, hugged his mom, and kissed her on the cheek.

"So, is Sarah not here?"

"Well, it's nice to see you too," she said, hands on her hips.

"Sorry, Mom. How are you? It's been a while. You look beautiful as always. I like what you've done with your hair."

"Well, that's on you, and she's here. She's in the den with your father. Why?"

"She usually meets me in the driveway and never lets me even get to the door. She's always met me ever since I can remember. Even when I was a kid and was getting off the school bus, she would always be there, impatiently pacing and jumping around, like a little jumping bean."

He put his bags in the hall and walked to the den with Carol.

"Thank you for the compliment, Bean. You always know how to make a lady smile."

"Maybe she didn't know I was here."

"No, we heard your door shut. That's why I knew to meet you at the door," she said.

They walked into the den. His father stood up from his chair to greet him.

"Hi, son," Jack said.

"Hi, Dad." They shook hands and hugged.

Sarah was sitting on the couch, cuddled up close next to someone. It took a moment, but he recognized the large silhouette.

Fucking Vasquez.

Sarah turned her head. "Hi, bro. How was your trip?"

Bro? She has never called me, bro.

She didn't move, and she didn't get up to hug him. The other person's head turned.

"Hey, Buddy," Eric said with a smile.

He stood up, and they shook hands. "Hey, Vasquez. How have you been? Even more, what brings you by?

"I'm great. I'm here because Sarah and I are together. When did we start dating seriously?"

"End of July. About a week after your visit, Bean," she said.

"She didn't tell you? I thought you tell him everything, Angel."

Angel? That's it; I'm going to vomit right here. Right now. All over my three-hundred-dollar shoes.

"No. She did not." He glared at her.

"How about you, Dean? Are you seeing anyone? Sarah told me about you and Allison. I'm sorry what went down. You deserve better, man."

"Yeah, thanks. I'm not dating anyone seriously. Sometimes, you're with that one person you can't seem to get over."

"Give it time. A good-looking guy like you can have anyone he sets his sights on."

"You'd be surprised. I can, but it's the one that got away that I want the most."

"Isn't that the way it goes? I am lucky. I got the one," Alex said. He kissed Sarah on the top of the head.

Sarah got up. "You know why don't we let Dean get settled in, baby."

His stomach turned. Baby? She's calling him baby?

She approached him to give him a Tinkerbelle hug. He snubbed her and left the room. He walked off to get his bags. She followed him. Dean gathered up his things and started his way across the house. He took long strides. She left the den and followed him. With every step, he left her further and further behind.

"Bean. Bean!" Sarah called after him.

He said nothing and just continued on. She followed him to his room. He aggressively threw his bags on the bed. "Fuck this shit! I should have volunteered to go to work."

Sarah stood outside the door. "Bean?" Her voice was soft and quiet.

"Tink, get out, please."

She came in and closed the door behind her. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" she asked.

"Why is he here?"

"He's here because he's my boyfriend."

"Why him? Of all people." He raked his fingers through his hair. "You know how I feel about him, Sarah."

"I like him. He's good to me. He reminds me of someone I love deeply."

She took his hand. "I can be with him. I can't be with you."

"Did you... lose your "virginity" to him yet?" he asked.

She avoided the question.

"Sorry I didn't tell you about us. I knew you wouldn't be happy."

"Do you love him?"

"What if I do? Are you going to be mad at me?" Sarah asked.

"Yes. No. I don't know. I do know I missed you, Tink."

She looked up at him through her long lashes.

He pulled her into a hug. His body engulfed her.

His voice cracked as he spoke, "All of me missed all of you. I couldn't wait to see you. I think about us all the time. And I come home and find you on the couch, in our spot, all cuddled up against him. You didn't even meet me in the drive. You have always met me in the drive when I came home. You've been doing it for as long as I can remember. I would get off the school bus, and you would come running to meet me."

She looked up at him. She could see the pain in his face.

"I missed you too. I'm sorry I didn't meet you. How would it have looked to Eric if I bounded off the couch to meet you in the driveway? And what happened, happened, and we agreed to move on from it when you left that day."

"I know. I know. But I would hope that he wouldn't care. He knows how close we are. Does that mean as long as he is here, you will never meet me at the door again? That's one of the things I have always looked forward to the most," he said.

"I don't know. I guess I could meet you, minus the jumping into your arms, wrapping my legs around you, and covering you in kisses. We don't need a repeat of Allison."

"But that's my favorite part, Tink."

"We'll work something out."

"So, is Eric better than me? Is he bigger? How big is he?"

She smiled. "I can't get over how jealous you are. And like you, he's very well-proportioned."

She spread her hands apart. "Well proportioned."

He ran his fingers down the curve of her face. "You lie," he said.

God, is she beautiful. I can't share her. "Is he better than me?"

"Does it really matter?" she replied.

"I know it shouldn't. I hate that it does."

"I should get back to him. I don't know what Mom and Dad are talking about with him."

"Most likely, how many cows and horses will they ask for your dowery."

"That's not funny in any aspect."

"Do you want to marry him?" he asked.

"Bean, we just started seriously dating a few months ago."

"I know you've liked him for a long time now. You were always around when he was here. I noticed. I saw. I hated it, but what was I supposed to do?"

"I guess nothing, really. I mean all your friends stayed away from me. I know you must have said something to them to keep them away."

"Maybe. I might have had something along the lines of don't fucking talk to my sister, or I will score my next touchdown using your head as the ball," he said.

"Really, Bean? Is that why they all avoided me like the plague? Nice. Real nice."

"Everyone listened. Everyone except Vasquez. He was always sitting too close or laughing too loud at your crappy jokes or touching your arm or your shoulders. And you were always right by his side."

"You need to get over it. It would be best if you got over us," she said.

She turned to walk away, and he grabbed her wrist.

"You never gave me my Tinkerbelle hug."

He picked her up like a small child and put her on the bed. They stood almost face to face.

"Now, how about that hug?"

She put her arms around his neck. She inhaled his cologne, which brought back memories of the summer. She looked at him. She wanted him so badly, but she had spent the last four and a half months telling herself it was fun, but it was over. It was exciting, but he would never want to do it again. So, she had got over it. Or so she thought.

"God, you smell good. It reminds me of... of..." She looked at him with her vast and beautiful hazel eyes.

He couldn't control himself. "Of this?" He put his mouth on hers. He felt her pull slightly away, but then she leaned into it. He held her close and squeezed her perfect little ass. She leapt up and wrapped her legs around him. He held her up by her thighs, his large hands cradled her. Their tongues danced around in each other's mouths. They kissed for a while.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked.

"I have an idea," she said. "We really should go back to the family. Plus, now that I'm all hot and bothered, I am going to show Alex my room."

"Are you serious right now? Are you purposely trying to break my heart?"

She slid down his body till her little white shoes hit the floor.

"I'm sorry, Bean. I wish we could be together again, but---"

He cut her off. "Then let's be together again." He was almost begging her.

"I don't get it. You were so apprehensive about what we did. Now you want to do it again? We had an amazing time, but we knew it would end at some point."

"I just can't get it out of my head. I dream about it. I think about it all the time. Don't you?"

She didn't say anything.

"You don't, do you?"

She looked at the floor. She swung her foot on the floor as if wiping something off the carpet.

"It does cross my mind on occasion."

"On occasion?"

"Usually at night. When I'm alone." She smiled coyly.

"You have no idea how much I want to lay you down and make love," Dean said.

"Do you know how much I love you?" she asked.

He smiled, "I have an idea."

He bent down and kissed her again. They kissed for a minute or so. It was soft and romantic, like the one they shared in the kitchen.

"Remember that night in your bathroom?" she asked.

"Every second of it. I always wanted to know something."

"What?"

"Why did you do it? You could have just left it alone after I left your room," he said.

"Will you take because I wanted to? Or I could, so I did."

"Ouch. You could, so you did?" He rubbed his chest. "You really are trying to break my heart."

"No. I did it because I wanted to—because I always wanted to—because of that extra ten pounds of muscle you had put on. Because I finally got the nerve, too. Because at a certain point in my life, my feelings became stronger than just a sister."

She ran her hands up and down his arms. "I guess we could do it one more time. Do you want to do it again?"

"I want to do you again."

He picked her up and put her back on the bed. "All that bending over makes my back hurt," he said.

"Ok. I'm up here. Kiss me."

"I can't go all night, Tink. Please let me fuck you," he begged.

"You know we shouldn't. We shouldn't even be kissing. It will stir up feelings we both shouldn't have, even if we want them."

"Just this one last time. I have thought about it for so long. Please."

She acted as if she was thinking really hard about it. "Okay, Bean. Real quick. Fast and hard, okay?"

"You don't have to tell me twice."

She sat on the edge of the bed. He took his pants off and then slid her pants and panties off.

Get on your hands and knees. Close your legs tightly.

She did as she was told. His giant throbbing cock pushed between her thighs. He slid himself back and forth. She started to become slick. He trusted his hips, moving back and forth, massaging her engorged lips and her swollen clit.

"Fuck, that feels incredible. Yes, just like that. Damn."

"You are getting so fucking wet. You missed my cock; admit it. You missed the feeling of us."

"I missed the feeling of you filling me up. I missed the pain of you pushing yourself inside my tight little cunt."

She turned her head and looked into his beautiful green eyes. "Put that huge cock in me, please," she begged.

He pulled back and spread her legs. He used his thumbs and opened her swollen lips, looking for her beautiful hole.

"You know this is going to hurt."

"Do it already, Bean. She was so wet her sweet juice was dripping down her thighs."

Dean took his throbbing cock and lined it up with her petite hole. He slid himself into her. He was stretching her walls beyond their limits. She sucked in a deep breath. Every time with him was like the first time. She could feel the beautiful shape of his cock invading her. His pussy swallowed him whole. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Oh fuck. It's better than I remembered."

He slowly eased himself out and back into her. "I love being inside you." He glided his cock back and forth, sliding easily her pussy was unbelievably wet. It was glorious.

"Go faster, please," she said.

He started moving his hips faster. "Like that?"

"Oh, fuck yes. I love you, Dean," Sarah said.

She had never said his name before when they made love. It sounded amazing.

"Say that again."

"What?

"My name Sarah. Say my name," he said.

"Why?"

"It makes me feel like I am in a normal relationship with you—one we would never have to hide. That sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

"No, I understand, Dean. You make pussy feel amazing, Dean."

"Oh God, Sarah. You feel so good. So, fucking good."

He started to pump so hard that the sound of their wet skin slapping echoed throughout the room, the lewd sound of her sticky wetness as he slid back and forth. Her wetness squirted out of her every time he pulled back and slammed back into her. It felt so good she actually started crying from the intense pleasure. She didn't know how much more she could take.

"I am going to come, Tink. I need you to come. I need to know I have pleased you," he said.

"I'm close. I am so close."

He licked his fingers, reached around, and started to aggressively rub her clit.

"Does that help?"

She started to moan. "Keep doing that. Yes. I'm so close. Faster, please. I need you deeper. Hit that spot. I love it when you hit that spot."

"I have to come now. I can't control myself anymore," he said.

He was going as fast and as deep as he could. He kept rubbing her clit.

"Now. Come for me, Sarah," he said.

They felt each other's spasm, their cum gushing together. They both shuddered. She went limp he held her around her waist to keep her from collapsing.

"That good, huh?" He pulled out of her, and they both took in a sharp breath.

Her mouth was dry. Her cunt was still convulsing. She nodded her head.

"Thank you," he said, kissing her shoulder. "I have been thinking about this since the summer."

She collapsed on the bed, panting. She was temporarily paralyzed from her waist down. It was the best orgasm he had ever given her, and that was saying a lot. She put her arm over her eyes.

"You realize I just cheated on Eric. I can't believe I did to him."

He was tugging his pants back on. "I cheated on Allison when I was here this summer. Don't act like you're better than me."

"I'm not Bean. Please don't take it like that. I was making a self-observation."

He picked up her panties and slid them back on her, followed by her pants. "I am just a little jealous. Now you have Alex, and I am no longer important to you," he said, feeling sorry for himself.

She propped herself up. "What! Of course, you're important. You're my big brother. My truest of loves, but we can't spend the rest of our lives together. We both have to find someone that we can be with. I love Eric. You have to accept that, Bean."

She could see the heartbreak in his eyes.

"This should be our last time," she said. She did sound disappointed. "End on a high note."

She got off the bed, fixed her clothes, and walked to the door. She grabbed the handle but stopped.

"Just so you know, I'm sorry I got you mixed up with this whole thing. We will always have the pool house, the hot tub, and the kitchen table. And don't forget the hay loft in the barn—or the shower—or the tub, for that matter."

"I could never forget those places even if I had full-blown Alzheimer's."

"We have to get back. We have been gone far too long."

His disappointment was apparent. "You're absolutely right."

"It was spectacular," she said.

"It was. Wasn't it?" he smiled even though he felt like he was dying on the inside.

Time to shift back into big brother mode. He picked her up over his shoulder, caveman style. She laughed and screamed as he carried her across the house. He smacked her on the ass a few times.

When they got back to the den, he put her down.

"We were about to send a search party for you two," Jack said.

"We were just catching up a little. We missed each other," Sarah said.

She leaned over the back of the couch and whispered into Eric's ear.

He turned around and looked at her. "Now?" he mouthed.

She nodded slowly.

"We're going to go watch a movie in my room. No need to send a search party.

What the fuck is she doing? Is she really going to fuck him right after we were together! How batshit crazy is that!

She took Enrique's hand and started to drag him along, giggling the entire way.

Carol shook her head and smiled. "I really like them together. I am glad they decided to make it official. Maybe I'll get a grandchild in the future after all."

"MOM!"

"What? I don't mean tomorrow."

Dean clenched his jaw. How could his parents be okay with her taking him to her room? Why isn't his father having an aneurysm or blowing a fucking fit!

He wasn't going to be able to do this. He needed to call his shrink.

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