Her breast was in my mouth; her hands were fisted in my hair as she ground harder on me.

 "Oh god," she moaned.

 Fuck.

 "Oh shit," she started moving faster while her hands violently moved my head. My mouth went from one boob to the other.

 "Oh fuck."

 She was practically raping me without penetration and I didn't even care.

 "Oh fucking shit"

 Then she stopped.

 She pulled back. Far enough back that her boob left my mouth with a pop.

 I looked up at her, mouth hanging open. Like a baby waiting for—well—boob.

 Her eyes burned with lust as her hands start undoing the drawstring of my pants.

 Fuck. Yes!

 "Holy Fuck. This is actually happening," I mumbled, undoing the buttons of her shorts.

 "Shut up! Don't talk. Just shut up!"

 "Yes, Ma'am."

 I watched her hands as they undid the knot, then her fingers played under the band. She paused, looked up at me for a second, before her mouth crushed down on mine.

 My hands went in her shorts, and for the first time, I felt her.

 And she was wet, so fucking wet, two of my fingers slid right in.

 She moaned into my mouth, her fingers still moving under the band of my pants.

 I mentally told her to move the fuck lower.

 One hand pulled on the band, making room for the other to reach down—

 "DIMMY!"

 Fuck!

 She stopped moving. Her hand that should be on my dick was now covering my mouth.

 I moved my fingers inside her.

 She moaned, biting her lip to stop the sound getting louder.

 "Dimmy, you better answer your phone. Ma's pissed!"

 She removed her hand from my mouth, "Say something," she whispered.

 I looked at her; eyebrows drawn, and then jerked my head to where my hand was in her shorts. Is she fucking crazy?

 "Tell him I'm not here," she whispered.

 I rolled my eyes.

 She moved on me again.

 "Dude, she left right after you did!"

 She started moving on my fingers, her eyes drifting closed.

 "Oh, God," she whispered.

 "Hey, man." Ethan again. "You gotta move your car off the street, the cops are checking permits out there."

 Fuck.

 "Yeah, man. I'll be there in a minute," I yelled back.

 "Oh God," she started moving faster on me.

 I watch as her head tilted back, her breathing became faster, and her movements became jerkier. She leaned back so my fingers had more room to move, and I started moving them.

 In and out.

 In and out.

 "Oh shit. Oh fuck."

 I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked, before she started a long, drawn out moan. I covered her mouth with mine to swallow the sound as her hips moved faster and faster. I felt her tighten around me before her movements slowed, then stopped altogether.

 "Dude, he's almost at your car and it's a $360 fine," Ethan yelled, his voice sounding nearer.

 "Fuck." I pulled my fingers out and moved her to the floor next to me. I stood and adjusted myself, hiding my huge fucking hard-on, and pulled my shirt over my head. "Don't you move," I told her. "We're not done. Not even close."

 She nodded her head, breathing heavily, her eyes glazed over.

 I moved my car and went straight back to my room.

 She stood in the middle, bra back on, pulling her shirt over her head. I quickly stopped her, mid motion. She had one arm in the air, her head half way out the neck hole.

 "What the fuck are you doing?" I whisper-yelled.

 She pulled her shirt the rest of the way on. "Getting dressed." She looked at me like I was crazy.

 Me!

 I started to pull her shirt back up but she swatted my hands away.

 "We're not done," I told her.

 "Uh, yeah. We are."

 She chuckled.

 Fucking Chuckled.

 Then she opened the door that led outside.

 "What the fuck is happening right now!" I was annoyed, and pissed, and extremely fucking hard. I stomped my foot. Legit, stomped my foot. "You can't leave me hanging like this! I'm gonna have blue balls for fucking days, Amanda!"

 She laughed.

 Fucking laughed!

 "I'm sorry." She straightened up a little. "It would have just been an angry fuck, Logan. It didn't mean anything."

 "So angry fuck me. I don't give a shit!" I motioned my hand to my dick. "My dick doesn't give a shit!"

 She laughed again, moving closer to me. I thought she was about to give in, but instead, she lifted her chin and said, "You have hands, use them."

 I glared at her, then thrust my hips forward slightly, "You have hands, you use them."

 Then she laughed in my face, and left.

 And if I had anything invaluable in my room, I'd be throwing it against a wall.

 Instead, I did the only thing I could do. I jumped in the shower and re-introduced my hand to my dick. They hadn't seen each other for the last four fucking years.

EIGHTEEN

 Logan

 "I hate it when you do that." I could hear Amanda in the kitchen whispering. I stood frozen in the hallway, not wanting to interrupt them.

 After their argument last night, the house was silent. They didn't talk. At all. Not to me or each other. I don't know if that's normal for brothers and sisters, considering I don't have any, but it was awkward as hell.

 I slept in my room, in a sleeping bag, on the floor. Good times.

 "Do what?" Ethan responded.

 "I hate it when you put me down like that."

 "How did I put you down?" He sounded pissed.

 Amanda just sounded sad.

 "You always make me feel like what I want to do with my life is less important than you. So what if my life goal is to be a good mom? So what if I don't want to have an epic career and make lots of money? Maybe falling in love, getting married, being happy and having a family is all I want. Maybe being a mom is enough for me."

 I heard him sigh, "You're right Dim, I'm sorry. I'm an asshole."

 I was still in the hallway, listening in on their conversation. I felt like I should turn around, and go back in my room. But I needed to leave for class so I was stuck.

 "It's okay," she said quietly.

 "No. It's not okay. You already stayed all last year. I'll just find another job."

 "No," Amanda said quickly. "You get another job, you may as well quit. I'll go back home. It's fine. I'll just go back to school there."

 Then it was silent.

 I made sure to make a lot of noise as I entered, so they knew I was coming.

 They were both in the kitchen, coffee in hands, looking at the floor.