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Matthew
I’m downright fucking exhausted.The last couple of weeks have been hectic and grueling. Army debriefs, paperwork, shrinks, the plane ride home… I thought for sure once I was back in Holden that I’d be able to relax. Then I find out my Mom remarried. It took her twenty years to find another husband and I’m happy for her.
I just wish she hadn’t married Leo Tate.
Piper got me through the worst of it. The thought of her… of seeing her again, touching her again, fucking her again… that’s what got me through hell. She kept me strong.
She was my princess.
And now she’s my damn stepsister.
I could already see things were different between us. She could barely even look at me, and now she was off setting up a separate bedroom.
That wasn’t really the homecoming I’d been imagining.
I should be grateful. Leo was going out of his way to help me out, giving me back my high school job and letting me stay in his old house. I think he realized that I needed a little space of my own. I’d spent the last twenty four hours trying to survive death by a thousand mom-hugs, and knowing I could go to sleep tonight without her standing in the doorway was a relief.
That’s another way Leo was helping me; assuring Mom that I would be just fine.
Of course, when Leo first suggested I stay at his house, I didn’t realize that Piper was still living here.
More than anything I want to race up those and throw her down on the nearest surface so I could vent four years of desperation on her curvy and petite little body. It’s taking everything I have to beat that urge down. If my deployment had gone as planned, I would have come home and made Piper mine over and over again. I was counting down the days until I could be with her again, and then…
I forcefully shove the thought away, not wanting to remember. I’m not a damn victim, I refuse to act like one. I’m not going to sit here and dwell on bad shit that can’t be changed. I was beaten, tortured and declared dead, but it’s in the past.
And that’s where it’s going to fucking stay.
As for Piper… I need to set things straight between us.
No, I remind myself, there is no us and there never will be an us. She probably forgot about me before long before I was captured. Besides, she is better off without me.
I gathered up my duffel bag in one hand, using my other to unbutton the crisp uniform jacket. Now that I’m home and honorably discharged, I don’t see the point in wearing this thing. I never could get comfortable in the dress uniform, I preferred my fatigues which always seemed to fit just right.
By the time I reach the top of the stairs the buttons are already undone, loosening the confining jacket and revealing the white undershirt I’m wearing beneath it. A quick glance tells me which room is mine as there’s only light coming from beneath one of the three doors. I cross over to it, pushing the white door inward and startling Piper.
She spins to face me, her honey colored hair whipping out behind her and her big blue eyes going wide. “Oh,” she blurts, her chest heaving as she presses her long-fingered hand to her heart, “you scared me!”
“Sorry,” I grunt, my tone more gruff than I intend for it to be. My eyes fall to the bed and I realize she was in the middle of putting fresh sheets over the mattress. “Don’t let me get in the way,” I say, dropping my duffel beside the door and then pulling off the uniform jacket.
I can feel her eyes on me for a moment longer before she turns back to her task. I let my gaze sweep the room, trying hard not to stare at her while she’s bent over. There’s a desk pushed against one wall, with a rickety looking stool tucked beneath it. In the corner opposite the bed, along the same wall as the door, is an old armchair. The medium blue fabric is worn in places, but it looks comfortable enough. It sure as hell beats where I was living a month ago.
“There’s hangers in the closet,” Piper says, her voice edged with nervousness, “and food in the kitchen. If there’s something you need, make a list and I’ll pick it up when I get groceries tomorrow.”
My gaze flicks over to her again. She’s still bent, tucking in the top sheet at the foot of the bed into a perfect doggy ear. I can’t help but enjoy the view, her round ass begging me to push her skirt up and slam my cock between her smooth thighs. My dick twitches in my pants and I know I need to say my piece and get her the hell out of the room before I do something we’ll both regret.
Watching as she slides the comforter into place and then piles the pillows back onto the head of the bed, I wait until she turns around. I intend to speak, but the way she looks at me takes me by surprise. Her eyes wander over my chest, feasting on my thick, muscular arms, admiring the outline of my firm six pack beneath the straining white cotton of my undershirt. She’s never been very good at hiding her desire. She couldn’t hide it in the living room and I know what she’s thinking right now.
She must realize how transparent her thoughts are. I see her blush, her cheeks turning a rosy pink that has always made her look irresistibly cute to me. “I should let you settle in,” she stammers, moving quickly for the door.
When she reaches it I make my move, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so that her back is pressed against the solid wood. She gasps, her eyes wide again, her lips trembling. I can almost smell her fear and desire. I imagine the battle warring inside of her and I can’t help but wonder which part of her might win if we allowed this moment to play out. I’m confident that she would surrender to me, no matter how much I might frighten her.
I press my hands against the door on either side of her head, hovering over her so close that we’re nearly touching. More than anything I want to feel her small, curvy frame nestled against my body. I want to tear off her clothes and fuck her right here. The memory of how warm and tight she felt as I buried my cock into her pussy has me hard and throbbing. I can feel her rapid breath puffing against my face as I lean in close to her, taking a slow, deep breath through my nose. Her scent fills my nose. It’s better than I recall, a rich, sweet aroma of coconut and vanilla.
“Matt,” she whispers, her trembling hands finally seeking me out. I feel them on my chest, her palms rubbing gently over my pecks. “I’m so glad you’re home, I’m so glad you’re safe…” I know that her lust for me is winning out over her fear, the husky tone giving her away. “I’ve missed you…”
She finally looks up into my eyes and the combination of her admission and those swirling pools of clear, mountain water nearly do me in. I want nothing more than to embrace her, to give in to the moment and satisfy four years worth of longing, but a tiny voice in the back of my mind cuts through the wanton fog. It reminds me that I’m broken and damaged. It reminds me that our relationship might tear our parents apart.
She deserves better.
