Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“I need one of those after all that,” she smiled at me.

“I’d imagine so. Better you than me. I’ve already decided that when I go on a trip by myself, I’m going to tell them about ten minutes before I leave when I’ve already got the car packed.” That got a laugh out of her.

She watched me as I made a sandwich, leaning over to snatch a piece of turkey I had just slapped into place and eating it with a little grin.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Goddamned thief.” I muttered giving her a fake evil stare as I dug more turkey out to replace it.

“You gonna miss me?” She asked as she chewed on her stolen turkey with no remorse in her thieving heart.

“I thought maybe a little, but then someone jacked my turkey and I’m thinking of driving them to the airport now to let them hang out in the lounge all night.” More than you know, was the answer ringing in my head.

“Mom was saying you have to work in the morning and aren’t gonna be at the airport to see me off.” There was a hint of disappointment in her voice and I definitely picked up on it.

“I would if I could, sis, but I gotta open the shop tomorrow.” I did feel bad about that, but the owner at work was out of town and I was the only one they trusted with the business while they were away.

“I know. I just wanna see you before I go.” She was pouting a little. I had to admit to myself that it was rather adorable, if a bit juvenile. I finished my sandwich preparation and looked up to unintentionally lock eyes with her. There was a hesitant look in her eye, like she wanted to say more but chose not to. I hoped she wasn’t pissed at me for not being able to take her to the airport.

“We’ll hang out tonight, then.” I replied, “Hang out and watch a movie or something.”

“That sounds like fun.” Amy brightened, and gave me a quick hug as she stole a bite of my sandwich. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Damn it, brat!” I looked at the hole in my sandwich in mild irritation, more from habit than actual irritation. If she had stolen a bite of my sandwich when I was fifteen or so, there would have been hell to pay. I’ve mellowed with age, I guess.

Laughing like the little brat she was being, she disappeared into the living room. I wrapped my sandwich in a couple of paper towels, grabbed my beer, along with a spare from the fridge and scooted upstairs to my room before my mom caught a second wind and started barking orders again.

Amy showed up a little while later, wearing my This Mortal Coil shirt again, and we settled on something to watch. One thing that needed to happen while she was away, I thought, was that I needed to go through her closet and reclaim my damned clothes. I laid back on the bed, and she laid a pillow on my stomach and laid across me to prop herself up so we could both see the TV.

“I’m sure dad’s repeatedly given you the speech about being careful while you’re over there, yeah?”

“Definitely.” She laughed.

“Do I need to give one as well?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow again.

“What’s that? My big brother is worried about me?” Amy smiled at me, even her eyes seemed to smile. Her smile could kill someone with a heart condition, I was sure of it.

I shrugged. “Well, yeah. I suppose he is. And unlike dad, he’s reasonably sure that you’ll spend a good deal of time getting drunk off your ass in night clubs and be vulnerable to all manner of Italian lowlifes.”

She reached up and grabbed one of my hands, pulling it to her mouth and kissing the back of it. “I promise to be careful, Adam. I hope to have a lot of fun, but I’ll be careful about it.” There was a pause. “Thank you for caring though.”

I left it at that, I’d said my piece. I really wanted her to have fun and enjoy her trip. Part of me didn’t want her to go, but I would never tell her that. I sort of disappeared in my thoughts for the majority of the movie, enjoying that my sister was here with me, spending time with me, and feeling that dull ache in my chest that reminded me that I wanted more from her than that and could never act on that emotion. The movie came to an end, and the credits rolled. Amy didn’t move.

A few minutes passed in silence, and I heard her snoring softly. Pinned under her, I didn’t see where there was much I could do about the situation without waking her up. Unwilling to do that, I lay there for a while just taking in her smell and reflecting on how great she felt laying against me. Before long, I fell asleep myself.

When I woke up, the room was dark. Amy must have gotten up at some point and turned the light off. She hadn’t gone to bed, though. At least not to hers. She was still here, asleep, cuddled up against me. Her left leg draped over mine, along with her left arm and shoulder across my chest. Her head was laying on my shoulder, with the top of her head just below my chin. It felt very… intimate, and my heart hammered thunderously in my chest at the realization.

I reached up with my free hand and rubbed my eyes, grabbing the bridge of my nose and yawned. The movement caused Amy to stir. She tilted her head, and I felt her lips brush lightly against my neck, her warm breath blowing across my throat. I became aware that her heart was beating fast against the side of my chest.

“Please,” she whispered against my throat so softly that I could barely hear her at all, “tell me it isn’t just me.”

“What do you mean?” Holy. Shit. My stomach knotted up so hard that I wanted to double over. Did she love me back? Was I misinterpreting her meaning? Fuck. I tried to swallow but got nowhere. My mouth was completely dry.

“I mean… I feel like there is more going on with you and me than… brother and sister.” She struggled with the words, clearly afraid of my reaction. “It’s isn’t just me, right?”

Fucking hell. I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. It wasn’t me dealing with this shit. It was both of us. My mind was racing so fast, trying to untangle my thoughts that I didn’t reply. I felt like my body temperature just skyrocketed and I struggled to breathe. I wanted her so badly, I was so in love with her, but to admit it and acknowledge all that it meant was just… overwhelming.

“Please.. Adam,” she whispered, her voice was shaking. “Please answer.”

The fear in her voice snapped me out of the tangled snarl in my head. I took a deep breath, feeling like someone on a tightrope, and forced out the words. “It’s not just you.”

“Oh, thank god!” she sighed and squeezed me so hard that I thought she was going to snap one or two of my ribs. I felt dampness hit my neck and realized she was weeping. “I couldn’t leave without knowing. I was going crazy.”

I was both elated and terrified. I brought my hand up and cupped her cheek. She bent her face to the curve of my palm and placed her hand over mine. I brushed one of her tears away with my thumb.

I slid my hand from her cheek down under her chin and gently guided her head up to meet mine. I couldn’t see more than the outline of her face in the complete darkness, but it didn’t matter. I leaned in and felt our lips touch. Amy’s arm shot up like a mouse trap and wrapped around my head, holding me in place so tightly it almost hurt.

Our lips parted and my tongue started hungrily exploring her mouth, just as hers did mine. We were kissing in earnest, in a way that brother and sister were never meant to kiss. Her lips felt even more amazing than I had imagined. Her tongue seemed kind of small, a bit pointed, and quite muscular. She darted it into my mouth and scouted around with it with much more finesse than my own possessed. She was intoxicating, and I found myself feeling giddy. The kiss was incredible, charged with the anticipation and need that had built in both of us for over the past few months. It felt like seconds, it felt like hours. The immense relief that she shared my feelings was indescribable. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, gently holding it in place a moment before releasing it as we broke contact to gasp for air. She let out a small whimper that made my heart jump. Within the space of a breath, I dove on her planting a series of kisses along her jawline, down her exquisite neck that had so captivated me these past months and along her clavicle until I was stopped by her shirt collar. Well, my shirt collar, actually. The damned thief. She moved her head to the side to allow me access to her neck and released a combination of moans and whimpers as I worked my way along her neck that threatened my self control with every breath.

“Jesus, Adam” she whispered, her breath heavy and fast, as I kissed my way back up her neck. “You’re an amazing kiss. I can’t believe this.”

“Neither can I.” I paused kissing her as my mind snapped back into reality. I wasn’t so much of a hedonist that I could lose my grasp on the gravity of the situation.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop,” Amy pouted into my ear, punctuated by her nibbling my earlobe.

“I don’t want to stop, either” I began, “but you’re my sister. This is wrong.”

“I know,” she replied with a heavy sigh, “but it doesn’t feel wrong to me. I know it’s supposed to, but it doesn’t.”