I'm still breathing hard, my heart racing as I stare at Kayla's flushed face above me. We're lying on her bed, both completely naked, our bodies slick with sweat.
Her eyes are wide and bright, something wild and happy dancing in those green depths as she looks down at me. I can feel a warm wetness between us where our bodies were joined moments ago, evidence of what we've just done, spreading between her thighs and onto the sheets beneath us.
Without warning, she dives down and captures my lips with hers. The kiss is different from the desperate, hungry ones we shared earlier, this one is joyful, almost celebratory. She peppers my face with quick, excited kisses, moving from my lips to my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose, even my eyelids as they flutter closed under her attention.
"Mmm," I hum contentedly as she continues her assault of affection, her lips warm and soft against my skin. She's practically vibrating with happiness, her hands cradling my face as she kisses every inch she can reach.
"You're mine," she whispers between kisses, her voice filled with wonder rather than possession now. "You're finally mine."
I laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep in my chest. "I've always been yours, remember? You just finally noticed."
She pulls back just enough to look at me, her expression suddenly serious despite the joy radiating from her. "I've always known, Travis. I just fought it for so long."
Her fingers trace patterns on my chest, circling lazily around my nipples before drifting down to my stomach. The touch is gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the passionate roughness from before.
"God, I'm emotionally exhausted," she says with a small laugh, flopping down beside me. Her head finds my shoulder, fitting perfectly in the crook of my neck like it was made to rest there. "You've completely worn me out."
I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer against me. "Worth it, though?"
"So worth it," she murmurs against my skin, pressing another kiss to my collarbone.
We lie in comfortable silence for a few minutes, our breathing syncing naturally. I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing against my side, matching rhythm with mine. The weight of her body against me is the most perfect thing I've ever felt.
"So," she says eventually, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. Her short hair is adorably mussed, sticking up in places from our activities. "What do you want to do today?"
I smile as bright as the sun. My cheeks actually hurt from how wide I'm grinning. This moment, Kayla asking what we should do today like we're a normal couple. It's something I've wanted for so long it feels surreal now that it's happening.
I wipe a tear from my eye as I speak, "I don't know. I didn't expect to be dating you today."
Kayla's expression softens, her fingers reaching up to catch another tear I didn't even realize was falling. "Hey, don't cry," she whispers.
"Happy tears," I assure her, turning my head to kiss her palm. "I just... I've imagined this so many times. You and me, together. No more pretending. No more walls between us."
She slides her body over mine, straddling my hips as she stares down at me with those intense green eyes. "No more walls," she agrees, leaning down to press her forehead against mine. "Though we probably should set some ground rules about public behavior."
I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close. "Like what?"
Kayla's expression turns serious as she brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Like no calling me your girlfriend at school. We need to be careful."
"Really?" I ask, my voice betraying my disappointment.
Kayla's brow furrows as she considers this, her eyes distant while she thinks. After a moment, she tilts her head. "Wait... no one knows you at college, right?"
"I don't think so," I reply, hope blooming in my chest.
Her face breaks into a mischievous grin that makes my heart skip. "Okay, fuck that then. We are absolutely girlfriend and boyfriend at school."
I nod enthusiastically, completely in agreement with this development.
"That means," she continues, her voice dropping to that husky register that drives me wild, "if we make out at school, it's just like two regular kids making out. No one would suspect anything."
The thought sends a thrill through me. Public displays of affection with Kayla, out in the open, acknowledged as a couple. It's almost too good to be true.
"Wait, but what about at home?" I ask, suddenly realizing the limitations of our new arrangement. "We can't exactly make out in front of Mom."
Kayla's eyes darken with that predatory look I'm quickly becoming addicted to. She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging gently to tilt my head back.
"Well, when Mom's not home, we can fuck and kiss all we want," she says matter-of-factly, her thumb tracing my bottom lip. "The whole house becomes our playground."
My mind races with possibilities, kitchen counters, the living room couch, the shower. I picture Kayla straddling me on every surface in our home, claiming me in every room.
"What about when Mom's asleep?" I ask, my voice dropping to a whisper despite us being alone.
Kayla's smile turns wicked, her eyes glittering with mischief. "That's when we need to be very, very quiet." She leans down, her lips brushing against my ear. "Think you can keep silent while I make you feel good? Or do I need to gag that pretty mouth of yours?"
A shiver runs through me at her words, my body immediately responding. She notices, of course, Kayla notices everything about me.
"You like that idea, don't you?" she purrs, her hand sliding down my chest. "My little brother, bound and gagged while I just grind on him up and down."
Before I can respond, she captures my mouth in another kiss that steals my breath away. When she finally pulls back, we're both panting.
"We'll need to be careful," she says, suddenly serious again. "Mom might be laid-back, but she's not crazy."
"Yeah."
A thought suddenly occurs to me, something we overlooked in the heat of the moment. "Wait, should we get condoms?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbows. "I mean, for next time. I don't want to get you pregnant or anything."
Kayla laughs, a soft musical sound that makes my heart flutter. She reaches out to stroke my cheek, her expression almost smug.
"Nah, I've had an IUD in since you turned 18," she says casually as if this is the most normal thing in the world. "Just in case."
My jaw drops. "Just in case? You've been planning this for…" I do the quick mental math. "Six months?"
She shrugs, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Not planning, exactly. More like Preparing for the possibility." Her fingers trace idle patterns on my chest. "I figured better safe than sorry."
I can't help but laugh, pulling her down for another kiss. "That's the most Kayla thing I've ever heard. Always prepared, always one step ahead."
"Someone has to look out for you," she murmurs against my lips. "Make sure you don't knock up your sister."
Her words send a pleasant shiver down my spine. I've never felt so completely wanted, so thoroughly claimed.
I grin up at her, feeling reckless and giddy. "So what you're saying is I can just blast load after load into your pussy school shooter style?"
For a heartbeat, Kayla's eyes widen in shock. Then something shifts in her expression, a matching darkness, a recognition. She cups my face between her palms, her thumbs stroking my cheeks as she leans in close.
"Yeah," she whispers, her voice filled with desire. "That's exactly what I want. Empty yourself inside me. Don't leave a single survivor."
"I'm going to fill your classrooms with my cum," I whisper.
"No, too far. You made it weird."