Wilson's Hard Lesson (20 page)

A minute later Brandon hung up the phone and flopped back
onto the bed, covering his eyes. It had been a close call, but luckily it
wasn’t a ‘why the hell are all the doors locked?’ call. They were safe. He
opened his eyes when he felt Kylie straddle his lap, her hand on his shaft.

“They’re on their way home,” he warned.

Kylie gave him a wicked grin as she sank herself over
Brandon’s hard cock. “We better hurry then.”

Kylie tossed and turned in her bed, trying to ignore the
ache between her legs. As she predicted, she had ridden Brandon into a frenzy
and was brought close to an orgasm; only to be abruptly stopped when he came,
and they saw their parents coming home through the window. Brandon had dressed
and flew into the TV room, while Kylie hid in the shower, trying to wash away
the smell of their lovemaking.

When she was finally able to go to bed, she had hoped to
bring herself relief, but try as she might, her hands were not doing the trick.
With a fretful sigh she gave up, and picked up one of her books in an effort to
distract herself from her torture. Near one o’ clock, she heard a soft knock on
her door, and a moment later Brandon crept into her room, wearing an old white
t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms.

“What are you doing?” Kylie asked, her voice low. “Where are
mom and Gerald?”

“Sound asleep for over two hours now,” Brandon promised her,
giving her a wicked grin. He flicked the light switch off, and pulled the
covers back to slide into bed with Kylie.

“That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing,” Kylie
pointed out. Though if she were being honest with herself, she was kind of
excited that he was there.

With his eyes looking deep into hers, his hand ventured the
length of her cotton nightdress, pulling the fabric up lightly until he could
massage the apex of her legs with his fingers. He kissed her as a gasp
attempted to leave her lips, and whispered to be quiet.

“I could feel how close you were earlier,” he whispered,
pulling her panties down and away from her waist. “I wanted to make sure that
you were completely satisfied.

Before Kylie could reply, Brandon disappeared beneath the
covers, and nestled between her legs. His tongue, ever the explorer, found its
way to her deepest caverns, and quickly began to lap and suckle at the sweet
honey that had gathered there. Kylie closed her eyes and bit into her pillow as
she felt the beautiful intensity of Brandon’s tongue between her legs. She
truly loved how well he seemed to know what she liked. Instead of rushing her,
he took his time to slowly bring her to her orgasm, letting her body writhe and
tense until it spasmed uncontrollably, giving him the sweetest of her honey.

Kylie’s body went limp as she finally found her
satisfaction, and a smile spread across her lips as she felt Brandon slowly
kiss his way up her nightgown and up to her lips. His dark hands continued to
massage over her hips and stomach as they lay down together. It was a sensation
that Kylie feared she would get used to.

“What are you thinking?” Brandon whispered, his eyes on her
half-lidded ones.

Kylie made a small sound in her throat, and forced her eyes
open. “I’m falling for you,” she admitted.

In her eyes Brandon could see the torment of her confession,
and his heart went out to her. He wished he could appease her fears. However,
he knew it was slightly out of his reach.

“I have to leave,” he told her, stroking his knuckle over
her cheek. “At the end of the summer. You know that.”

“I know,” Kylie sighed, snuggling into him. “I just wish it
wasn’t so.”

For the next few weeks, Brandon and Kylie continued their
sneaking around. At first, they were fine with finding ways to be with one
another one a week or so. But as their desire grew, so did their need for one
another. It was becoming risky, and more than once they almost got caught
sneaking out of one another’s rooms. As a way of distraction from it all, Kylie
finally returned all of Daisy’s missed calls, and agreed to meet her for dinner
one night at the pizza parlor.

Needing to get out of the house, Kylie decided to leave
early and order their pizza. The owner and chef, Leo Petroni, came around the
corner in his white apron and gave her a bear of hug when she walked through
the door. He had owned and operated the shop since she had been five, and had
on more than one occasion donated pizzas to her softball team when they would
win a game-sometimes even when they would lose.

“Look at you,
bella
Kylie. You’ve grown into a
beautiful young woman!” Leo exclaimed as he finally sat her down on her feet.

“It’s good to see you too, Leo,” she said through squeezed
ribs. She loved the giant of a man, and was happy to see that his chemo
treatments for his lung cancer seemed to be working. “You look healthier.”

Leo grinned widely, showing off his mix of white and gold
teeth through his large black beard. “I feel better, toots. The chemo actually
worked, and I’ve been in remission for the last eight months now.”

“That’s so great to hear,” Kylie said excitedly. She meant
it too. He was, and had always been, a good man.

“So, what can I get you? The usual root beer float and
sausage and mushroom pizza?”

Kylie nodded her head, and went to the usual booth that she
and Daisy would share. Though she was a half hour early, Daisy had the same
idea and came in a few minutes later. Her brown eyes looked over Kylie’s figure,
and decided against the lecture that she was going to give her friend for
ignoring her. Whatever the reason, it was obviously eating at her dear friend.

Sliding into the opposite side of the booth, Daisy
immediately asked Kylie what was wrong. She knew that there was something, and
she vowed not to let her leave the parlor until she confessed. Knowing that
Daisy would do such a thing, Kylie promised to spill it all as soon as their
pizza arrived. When Leo came out with the root beer floats, he gave Daisy the
same greeting that he gave Kylie, and promised her that he’d put some battered
broccoli in the fryer for her.

“So, what’s been happening with you and Thomas?” Kylie
asked, after taking a long sip of her root beer float.

Daisy gave her a sheepish grin, happy to finally have her
friend to talk to. “Okay so I have to admit. He’s not just a dumb redneck like
I first thought he was,” she admitted.

“He’s actually really deep. Poetically I mean. He writes
these beautiful songs, and then sings them along with his guitar at a few bars
in the next county over. He says he’s too shy to play them here, but I don’t
know why. He has a really sexy, deep southern voice.”

“That’s great, Daisy,” Kylie replied, happy to feel
distracted. “Did you guys…you know?”

“Yeah,” Daisy whispered excitedly, nodding her head like a
bobble head doll. “It was so good too. He’s such a giver! Not like most guys
his age.” She paused, a look of confusion masking over her face. “I think I’m
really falling for him, Kylie. He’s probably one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever
met.”

“What are you going to do?” She asked. They had been so
intent on their conversation, that they barely noticed when Leo sat down the
scrumptious smelling pizza and the basket of cheese and broccoli fritters for
the girls. They each took a large slice and put it on their plates, and broke
open a couple fritters to cool down.

“I honestly don’t know,” Daisy sighed, dipping half of her
fritter into the marinara sauce. “I really like my life a young, single
powerhouse, you know? I pay my own bills, I have my own place, and I’m paying
for my own car. I don’t want that to change.”

“Who says you have to?” Kylie asked, swallowing a bite of
the hot, delicious pizza. “Thomas doesn’t seem like the guy to keep you
barefoot and pregnant you know.”

Daisy shrugged, then nodded her head. “I know you’re right.
And now that I know him a little better, I think that he could actually be a
really great boyfriend.”

“Then what are you afraid of?”

Kylie watched as a nervous and emotional tear welled up in
Daisy’s left eye, and she quickly came around the booth to put both arms around
her in a tight hug. Daisy had always been an independent woman, ever since she
was in kindergarten. Her favorite movie had been The First Wives Club when they
were little, and she soon after became all about girl power.

“I’ve just spent so much time taking care of myself and
staying away from dating that I didn’t realize how nice it could be to be part
of a couple. Especially with Thomas. I don’t want to lose who I am, but I don’t
want to him either.”

Kylie soothed her friend and assured her that the answer
would come when she was ready to receive it. Until then, she should just enjoy
what she was having with Thomas and not worry about the future. It was
hypocritical, she knew, but maybe Daisy could follow the advice better than she
could.

“Anyway, enough about me,” Daisy said, picking up her piece
of pizza again. “Tell me why you’ve been ignoring me!”

Though Kylie knew the conversation was inevitable, she still
winced when Daisy brought it up. A small part of her had wished that with all
of the other stuff they talked about, she would forget. Of course, she should
know better that Daisy would never forget a promise.

Kylie told Daisy everything, from the very beginning all the
way to the night before where she went on her knees for Brandon in the bathroom
while he was supposed to be taking a shower. Daisy listened the entire time,
not interrupting her friend, but instead waiting until she was completely done
with her story before she sat back, took in a deep breath, and contemplated the
entire story.

“Are you mad? Embarrassed?” Kylie asked, biting her lower
lip. It’d been several minutes since she’d finished the story, and Daisy still
hadn’t said anything-something that Kylie was not used to when it came to her.

“Well,” Daisy said finally. “I guess I’m totally surprised.
But you have some valid points. You two aren’t related by blood, and it’s been
a long time since you two have seen each other. You’re practically strangers
again.”

She stopped, a new thought popping into her head. “Wait,
what happened to Jake? He said he was pretty into you.”

Kylie had forgotten all about the awkward encounter, and
quickly gave Daisy the details. “It’s like he wasn’t getting it, Daisy. I tried
to tell him I was not interested over and over, but he kept saying, ‘yeah,
but.’ It was so annoying, and I’ve never felt so ignored. He’s definitely not
my type. But apparently Brandon is, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Daisy raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “What do you mean you
don’t know? Follow your own advice, girl. Enjoy the summer; take it one day at
a time. If there’s really something there, you’ll make it happen.”

“But this is different,” Kylie urged, on her second root
beer float. “You and Thomas are set up in your careers. You have great jobs and
have decided to stay in this town. I still have a lot of school left, and
Brandon has to fly back to Germany in about a month.”

“Hmm…that is a little different,” Daisy admitted. She
thought over Kylie’s predicament, taking her time to weigh certain options.
“And you’re falling for him?” Daisy asked.

“Yeah,” Kylie rasped, lowering her head. “Really hard.”

“Well girl, it looks like you’re stuck. Unless of course,
you were willing play dirty.”

~

Later that night, Kylie locked her bedroom door and thought
about what Daisy had told her, about stretching the truth a little to make
Brandon stay. At first, Kylie was completely against the idea. But after a
while, she began to think of what would happen if she used Daisy’s suggestion.
Would Brandon actually stay? Or would he go anyway? It was a mighty big risk to
take with a lie.

Around midnight she heard the soft jingling of her doorknob.
Her body wanted so badly to open the door for Brandon, but her heart and head
were screaming at her to stay in bed. She had to figure out what to do about this,
and fast.

Outside Kylie’s room, Brandon knocked as softly as he could.
Kylie had never locked her bedroom door before, even when they weren’t messing
around. He had missed having her in his arms all day, and was looking forward
to simply holding her. Her admission of falling for him rung in his ears
everyday, and he wished he’d had the courage to reply with his true feelings.
He was falling for her just as hard. Never in his life had he felt something so
real and explosive, and the fact that he had to leave in a month was torturing
him every single day.

It was coming to a point where he couldn’t take not spending
more time with her. He needed to figure out how to spend more time with her,
without the fear of being walked in on. As he gave up on Kylie’s door, a plan
began to form in his head; one that he was sure was going to work. Back in his
room, he took out one of his old notebooks and began making a list of
everything he would need.

“Brandon, it’s too early for this,” Kylie grumbled, rubbing
her eyes. She’d woken up to the sound of Brandon’s radio playing loudly at
eight in the morning. Trying to get him to shut it off, she stumbled into his
bedroom and slammed her hand down on the power button.

“Why are you so grumpy?” Brandon asked, leaning his hip
against his desk as he brought his coffee cup up to his mouth. “Didn’t sleep
very well?”

Kylie, in her white tank top and red booty shorts, curled up
onto Brandon’s bed and nestled her head into his pillow. It smelled like him,
and she took a deep inhale. When he was gone, she would have to make sure she
took it before her mother tried to wash it.

“Actually no, I didn’t. I haven’t for a while now,” Kylie
told him.

“Is that why you locked me out last night?” Brandon asked,
his tone soft.

A pang of guilt hit Kylie in stomach. “Yeah,” she said
softly.

She didn’t say anymore. She didn’t have to. Brandon knew
what she was feeling. How could he not? He put on a smile and rolled over to
his bed in his old desk chair.

“I have surprise for you,” he told her, reaching out to
stroke her hair. In moments like this, they weren’t afraid to leave the door
open and show affection. Cassie and Gerald, when and if they walked by, only
thought that they were talking and hanging out, like normal siblings do.

“Is it that that coffee is for me?” She asked, staring at
the mug of joe she knew was flavored heavily with sugar and hazelnut creamer.
It was one of the things she and Brandon had in common. They both enjoyed
milky, sugary coffee.

Chuckling, he handed her his mug and let her take a long sip
of the caffeine.

“Better?” He asked.

Kylie let out a sigh of pleasure and nodded her head. “Much.
So what’s up?”

Brandon stretched backwards, showing off the muscles of his
naked torso. Kylie couldn’t help but look as he stretched back to grab some
papers off of his desk.

“Like what you see?” He asked. He didn’t have to look to
know that she was staring at him. He could feel her eyes, and he liked it. Very
much.

“That’s the issue,” Kylie sighed, taking another sip of her
coffee.

Brandon tossed the stack of papers on the bed in front of
her. “Well here. Maybe this will help.”

Kylie looked down at the brightly colored picture and read
the first page of the packet.

“Camping trip?” She asked surprised. “To Johnstown, PA?”

“Yep,” Brandon told her, turning the page so she could read
on. “Take a look. I rented us a cabin. Nothing fancy or modern. But it’s
private, and has air conditioning. WE can hike, fish, swim, and”-

“Anything we want,” Kylie murmured, realizing her plan.

“Exactly,” Brandon agreed. “Lowering his voice. “I really
want this with you, Kylie. A chance to spend some real time with you without
the fear of being caught by anyone in our town. Please, will you come with me?”

It took Kylie less than a second to agree. She was tired of
the stress of being seen, and a getaway, even if it was only for four days,
sounded like heaven to her.

~

“Where are you two going again?” Cassie asked. She was in
the kitchen making them turkey and cheddar sandwiches for the three- hour
drive. “And why is it so far away?”

Brandon put a bag of Chex mix in the box of food he was
packing, and took a break to lean on the kitchen island. “I’m heading up there
to visit an old Marine friend, mom. He has a sister too, and she asked that I
invite Kylie along so that she’d have someone to hang out with.”

Cassie put the sandwiches in zip lock bags and shook her
head. “I just don’t understand why they can’t come here and camp out at the
campgrounds a few miles away. We only get you for the summer and I feel like I
barely get to see you.”

Brandon wrapped his arms around the middle age woman. She
may have been his step mom, but she had loved him like she’d birthed him
herself from the very beginning. When he got back, would make it a point to
spend more time with the entire family.

“I know mom. But we’d be gone the same amount of days
whether we’d stay close to home or go up to Pennsylvania.”

Sighing, Cassie gently pushed at Brandon’s chest and
returned to making sandwiches. “I guess you’re right. But I still don’t like
it.”

Gerald and Kylie came in a few minutes later, and the family
hugged one another goodbye. Out of habit, Gerald pulled a few twenties out of
his wallet and handed them to Kylie. “I know you both are grown now,” he said.
“But you know, just in case of an emergency.”

“Thanks dad,” Kylie whispered, wrapping her arms around the
big black man one more time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Princess,” Gerald whispered, smoothing his
hand over her hair. “No you kids go, get out of here and enjoy the summer.
Bring us back some fish if you can.”

With that, Brandon and Kylie got in Kylie’s beat up baby
blue old Volkswagen and drove off. In the back they had their supplies for
camping, though they wouldn’t need it, and enough food to last them the entire
four days.

“Do you think we should get some other stuff when we get up
there?” Kylie asked, not sure what else to talk about. “You know, maybe some
chicken and steak and stuff.”

Brandon reached across the center console and squeezed her
hand. “Honey we can get whatever you want,” he promised. “We have four whole
days. And as long as it’s just you and me, then I don’t care what we do.”

A wicked though blossomed into Kylie’s mind, and a devilish
grin spread across her face. “Anything, huh?” She asked.

Brandon raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and risked a glance
over to her passenger side. “Within reason,” he said slowly.

He felt Kylie’s fingertips dance on his hand and slowly up
his arm, then down onto his lap. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but so
far he like it. A lot.

“Well then,” Kylie said, her voice sinful, “I think I’d like
to taste you. While you’re driving.”

The thought appealed to him on so many levels. He waited
until they crossed the town lines before he agreed to her little exploration,
and spread his legs wide so she’d have plenty of room to maneuver. If this was
what a four- day vacation was going to start as, he thought, then he was
really,
really
going to enjoy it.