I'm strangely comfortable with it.

“God damn it!” Lily yelled running out of the bar. Her red brown hair interrupted the portrait of her face as she stormed away. Reaching the end of the Boston block, she leaned against a brick wall, and looked up at the sky. It’s gray clouds threatened to pour down all their fury. Lily didn’t care. Thunder boomed in the distance and she crossed her arms over her chest. The street was quiet, even for 2:37 in the morning.

“Lily!” A man called, running out the door of the bar. He stood on the sidewalk, searching desperately with his eyes. After a moment of probing, he spotted her. There she was. The beautiful girl of 18 he had known since her birth. Her small hourglass form leaned against the cold brick. He began to walk toward her as the rain began to pour down.

“Lily.” He whispered softly into her ear.

“Stop it, Connor.” She sneered. Her voice wavered. Connor gently grabbed the girl’s shoulders and spun her to face him. He looked her up and down. Lily’s curly hair was up in an intricate knot, but pieces had fallen out and now hung about her face. Her hazel eyes stared out at him from behind the reddish locks. She wore a lacy burgundy and black shirt that swooped her neckline and ended in a slanted dress form. Embroidered denim jeans covered her long legs. Roses twisted up one leg and across her pockets. Her feet were snugly secured into little black shoes. Put together, it looked as though the clothes had been made to fit her body.

The rain was intensifying the ringlets that had escaped her knot. He couldn’t help but stare at her, peeling the clothes off of her bit by bit with his eyes.

“Lily,” He snapped back into existence, “you know better than to listen to that lot! You’ve known me your whole life! We’re practically brother and sister.”

“What about Murph?”

“What about Murph?” He placed his hand beneath her chin. “He doesn’t know you like I do.”

Lily looked into the eyes of the man standing before her. For a man who had seen so much violence, they were so warm and inviting. He was dressed in a skintight black shirt and scuffed up jeans. His hair was disheveled, but stuck out in all the right places. She traced the outline of his muscles with her gaze.

Connor was down to peeling off the last article of clothing with his mind, when he noticed something. The rain was pooling at her neck and running down between those two luscious breasts. Her nipples had gone rock hard from the cold drizzle and were now standing out defiantly against her body’s wishes.

Suddenly, Connor closed his eyes, realizing what he was doing.

“What’s the matter?” Lily asked.

“I can’t.” He murmured.

“Can’t what?”

There was a moment’s hesitation. All at once, Connor reached for her head with both hands and pulled her into a deep kiss. He caressed her lips with his tongue ever so gently. And yet, the ferocity in which he kissed was astounding. Lily gave way and wrapped her hands around his shoulders. Without breaking the kiss, Connor wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her in close. He could feel the stiffness of her tits rubbing up against his muscular chest. Lily had to stand on her tiptoes a little, and Connor had to bend over to get to her lips.

He pulled away.

“My God, what a fucking babe you’ve become.”

She smiled. Connor moved to pin her up against the wall and kissed her passionately with more vigor than before. She closed her eyes, giving in to his masculine charm. Connor cut off the kiss and grabbed her around the waist. He hoisted her up and over his shoulder, carrying her toward the bar. Lily was laughing brighter than Connor had heard her in a long time. He opened the door to the bar, heading for the stairs to the apartment above. Lily waved hello to Rocco and Murphy sitting on the old barstools, staring at her like there were lobsters crawling out of her ears.

“Ay!” Murphy yelled. “When I said she was yours, I didn’t mean for you to take it that fucking literally!”

“Oh fuck off!” Connor yelled back. Lily was still laughing uproariously as was the rest of the bar along with the two brothers.

Once at the top of the stairs, Connor pushed open the door and revealed a sad old place that had been in disrepair for years it seemed. He gently placed Lily back on the ground.

“Where are we?” She asked, desperately trying to remove all traces of a giggle.

“An old place that used to be rented out, but the renters just disappeared and never came back. I suppose they never cancelled their contract.” Connor smiled. He closed the door and flipped the lock. “So, if they ever do come back, they’d be about a hundred grand in debt.” He grinned. “Now,” Connor walked toward Lily, “where were we?”

“Right about here.” She pulled his collar while walking backward to pin her to the wall in a kiss. He growled and wrapped his arms around her lower back. Lily twined her legs around his back and her arms around his neck, keeping her completely off the floor. He bucked against her hips in a crude dry hump, longing for the real thing. Lily sensed his desire and rubbed her hips against him in response. Connor pulled his lips apart from hers.

“What’s wrong?” Lily asked, confused.

“Nothing. It’s just that – ” he trailed off with his voice. “I don’t want you catching cold, so we’d better get these wet clothes off you, and fast.” Connor grinned devilishly. Lily rolled her eyes and moved back in for a kiss. “Ah ah ah!” He resisted. “Take ‘em off for me. Make me want you.”

“You want me right now.” She growled in his ear.

“Rightly so.” He confessed. “But, it’s more sexy to watch you fucking do it.”

Lily put on a sultry smirk and pushed him over to a chair, forcing him to sit. She stepped back and pulled her hair down. The locks covered her face mysteriously as she pulled her shirt up and over her bra. Just the sights of them made Connor take in a sharp breath. Lily unbuttoned her jeans and kicked off her shoes. She walked over to the chair. Lily knelt on either side of his legs on the chair seat, pushing her pelvis toward his face. He bit on the zipper with his teeth and pulled it down, revealing a black lace thong over her beautiful shaven pussy. Connor was moving in to pull down her thong, but Lily hopped off just before he could. She turned and popped her bra off. Lily flung it over her shoulder and hit his face. Connor couldn’t stand it anymore. He leapt off the chair and walked up behind her. He slid his arms under her shoulders and felt her tits with rough hands. Connor felt her breathe in sharply.

“Now,” she tried to sound calm and collected, “this is hardly fair.” She turned around in his arms and faced Connor. He smirked and pushed her head down so she knelt in front of his throbbing cock. Connor undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Her cool hands were immediately there, giving him a hand job through his boxers. She slipped them down carefully and his cock popped out.

“Suck.” He commanded. Lily licked around the head of his penis. Hearing his impatient moans, Connor pushed the back of her head forcing it into her mouth. He deep throated her, but held back. She was fantastic! Lily bit down gently and he pulled out.

“Now this is hardly fair.” He retaliated. Roughly, Connor grabbed her about the waist and slammed her down to a mattress on the floor. She lay there so beautifully. Her exposed breasts were perked up and ready. Connor turned his gaze to the black lace obstacle that lay between him and her loveliness. He snaked his hands up her thighs before pushing aside her thong. He slid a finger up inside of her. She was hot, tight, and wet. Her perfect pink pussy was simply begging to be fucked. Connor slipped another finger into her and began to pump in and out. Suddenly, he felt something he didn’t expect. Her barrier was there.

“You never told me you hadn’t popped your cherry yet.” He whispered.

“You never asked.” She replied raggedly.

“Well then,” he smirked, “you’re in for a real treat.” Connor pulled out and then hooked his fingers on the strings wrapped around her beautiful little hips. He slid the thong down to her ankles and she kicked it off.

“My God, you are beautiful.” He knelt on the mattress eyeing her up and down.

“Then stop admiring and take advantage of it.” Lily breathed. He growled and walked over to a sheet that lay across the back of a chair. Connor pulled it over and laid it gently on top of her before sliding under the fabric. He pulled her hips close to him and she traced his collarbone with her hands. Her flesh was so warm and soft he couldn’t help but touch it. Connor stroked her back gently while staring into her hazel eyes. He moved his hand down to his member and guided the erection to Lily’s slit. Connor rolled on top of the beautiful girl. She let out a breath when the tip of his cock entered her slit.

“This is gonna hurt like hell.” He spoke gazing into her eyes. “But I promise you, that I will be the best to ever fuck your little pussy.” He smiled.

“Of course you will,” Lily whispered, “you’ll be the first, which makes you the best.”

“Not just that. When you come back for more – ”

“More?” She skeptically sneered.

“Yes fucking more.” Connor strained. “When you come back for more, you’ll tell me that I was the best you’ve ever fucking had.” He grinned. Connor pressed his lips to hers and entered her slowly. He stopped up her cries with his tongue as he forced the rest inside. Fearful she might not be able to handle it, he stayed inside her for a moment. Connor pulled her close to his body, waiting for her pain to subside. He gently pulled out. Kissing her deeply, he entered again only to draw out once more. Tears dripped down Lily’s cheeks. Connor noticed and held her head close to his chest. He wiped them up with his thumb.

Connor couldn’t figure out why she made him feel like this. It was different than popping a cherry, and entirely different than just fucking. She was nearly half his age, for Christ’s sake! Lily was modest, lady like, and yet so God damn sexy. She was practically his little sister. He had protected her all his life. Was this just another way of shielding her? Ensuring that it was he and not some punk to be her first? Or was he only ever protecting her because he knew that someday the time would come when he wanted her for his own?

Lily felt completely comfortable lying against the heat of his body. Connor knew exactly when to start and exactly when to stop. He knew when to hold her. He knew when to say something. He always knew what to say to make things easier. Connor was an older brother to her. Keeping her safe from her father. He came to pick her up from school when she needed him and protected her from the sick guys that followed her around. Connor was chivalrous, and yet the complete opposite all at the same time. He was a walking contradiction, but it worked.

“How was that?” He murmured in her ear.

“Not so bad.” She kissed his fingers that were now caressing her lips.

“You want to take it even further?”

Silence hung between them. Lily couldn’t decide what she wanted to do. More than anything, she wanted Connor to fuck her like no tomorrow, but she also just wanted to cuddle. There would be time for cuddling later…

“Fuck me.” She made up her mind.

“Are you sure?” Connor wondered why he had done that. ‘Are you sure?’ he thought in his head. ‘What the fuck are you? Her father?’

She groaned in frustration and bucked against his hips. He got the note and pumped in and out. Each time a little harder and a little further. Each time, Lily felt waves of pleasure greater than the last. Connor began to moan. Her pussy was so tight! Her muscles contracted around his throbbing cock.

“Connor I – ” but she didn’t get to finish. Lily’s orgasm had a violent affect on her little body, covering the sheets. Just then, Connor spread his seed into the girl in one hot swift movement. He collapsed on top of her. Their sweaty bodies rolled against one another. Lily’s back was up against Connor’s chest. He laid one hand on her stomach and her head was resting on his other. They fell asleep in the heat of each other.