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kiss.
    “Just let me,” he repeated.
    He added more pressure, deepened the kiss, rocked her a bit and the thump of her pulse thundered through her cunt. Gareth reached between them and zeroed in on her clit. Event through her jeans, even through her panties. He pressed his finger to the thick jean seam that split her sex and used it in his favor. The pressure increased, the pleasure followed along and she made another small sound of desperation.
    “Almost,” Gareth said.
    He pinched her nipple through her top and the lighting fork of pain added to her wet pleasure. It was goodness and perfect and she was going to come…
    One more kiss and he paused to bite her other nipple through her blouse. His teeth moving against the cotton barriers of top and bra but sharp none the less and his…they were his teeth so it was bigger than any sensation from any other person.
    “Come for me, little sister,” he said, dragging his tongue along the slope of her throat. Nibbling her collar bone before bending to bite her breasts again. He pressed hard to her clit with his thumb and she obeyed. Coming hard and fast for him as he continued to hold her close.
    “Gareth, I—“
    The heated blush of shame had worked up into her cheeks from her chest. But she had made a decision to let him…to let them have this. So she wouldn’t acknowledge the shame at all.
    “Hush, Jojo.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock, long and hard and flushed red with blood, free of his boxers. “Just let me do this—“
    She thought for a moment he was going to take her. Bend her over, make her bare, fuck her until it was all okay even if it wasn’t. And for that moment Jordan wanted him to. She wanted him to do all of those things to her and more. She wanted his fingers on her and his tongue. She wanted to feel his teeth and his cock and the gentle slap of his balls to her bottom as he fucked her hard.
    How many times had she been with a man and imagined that man to be her brother? How many blond, green-eyed men had she shared a bed with so that she could look at them through slitted hazed eyes and imagine it was Gareth? How long had this need, this want…this urge, been in her?
    Too long to consider.
    He took himself in hand and threaded the other hand in her ponytail. Using it to yank her in, he kissed her, his fist working his cock in long easy strokes…at first. But when her tongue touched his tongue and she was the one to move in and kiss him harder, Gareth started to handle himself more roughly. He jerked and thrust and yanked until his orgasm swelled out of him in a big surge of breath and words that weren’t really words.
    More like a war cry.
    He broke the kiss and smiled. He was just about to tuck himself back in but Jordan said, “Wait.”
    And reached out a single finger to stroke him. She touched the tip of his cock and then traced the divot in his smooth glans. The pressure made him hum deep in his throat.
    “Fuck. Jojo,” he said and gave her one more kiss.
    Everything was different.
    *****
    “Show me the marriage certificates,” Jordan whispered.
    Gareth watched her for a moment and then went into the room she was using. Jordan heard the drawers open and close and he came out with two white squares of paper.
    “Mom,” he said placing one square in front of her. “Dad.”
    He stroked her ponytail and touched her forehead. “Lunch?”
    “Sure.”
    “Soup, salad or sandwich?”
    “Pizza bagel.”
    Gareth laughed. “Of course, it wasn’t an option.”
    She grinned. “I know we have everything bagels and Bowman Deli’s Provolone and pepperoni. I know we have fresh tomatoes. And I know you make a kick ass pizza bagel.”
    “You’re not going to learn anything from those other than our parents were married before.”
    He bent and kissed the top of her head before heading into the kitchen.
    Jordan stared at the name on the white piece of paper. Kurt Paulson. The phone book was in the hutch as always and she flipped