"I'm sorry, Mia. I'm not going to make it tonight..."

There was more after that, of course. His sorry-assed apologies rolled on and on about how much he hated standing me up. If only it weren't for this or that or the other thing... Bla bla bla... It was all a bunch of pathetic bullshit that didn't mean shit to me.

Because, like, there I was, with my makeup all perfect and everything and wearing a tiny back dress that was just made for being pulled off of my tight, little body! I was finally ready to fuck him senseless, and he wasn't going to make it?

Ugh!

"Of course, Evan. I understand," I said in the bone-dry tone that always sneaks into my voice when I'm pissed. I rolled my eyes as I curtly told him he should call me later. He actually sounded upbeat and happy, as if everything was just fine...

"Pinche' cabron!" I hissed when the connection died. After a month of giving him kisses and hand jobs, I was finally ready to let him have me, and that's the night he decides to call off? I couldn't fucking believe it! I was all dressed up and ready to fuck, and instead I was going to be stuck at home with nothing more than my fingers? I was seriously fucking pissed off.

"Pinche’ pendejo!" I yelled at the phone before shoving it back into my purse.

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I saw an angry but very hot Latina with long, brown hair and deep, longing eyes staring back at me. Damn, I do clean up nice. I thought with more than a little satisfaction.

"Well, you missed out, Evan." I mused on my reflection. My breasts rode firm and high on my chest, and the low, V-cut neckline of my dress exposed a dangerous amount of my golden-brown cleavage. I was at my sexy best, and my ruby-red lips formed a vengeful grin as I sent a quick selfie to my soon-to-be-ex boyfriend. I didn't give a shit about whatever it was that was keeping him away, but I did want him to know what he could have had!

'Your loss, Even.' I typed on the screen before hitting send.

It serves you right, you little prick. And to think I was all set to get my freak on with you!

Anger makes me do crazy shit, and the more I thought about how he dumped me, the madder I got. I didn’t know how, but I wasn’t gonna just change into my PJs and call it a night.

Fuck! I'm not changing my plans now. I don't need Evan to get laid. What I do need is a ride. With my reflection smiling in agreement, I suddenly felt much better about being stood up.

There was no way my mom was going to drop me off anywhere dressed like this, so that left my brother, Tomas. If he were still home, I knew where he'd be. Tomas was nineteen, a year older than me, and whenever he wasn't getting into trouble, he could be found in the basement, working on his very impressive muscles. I had to admit, brother or not, I really enjoyed watching him lift weights. Well, he wasn’t really my brother, but I lived with his family for so long that the difference hardly mattered anymore.

"Hi, Tommy," I chirped as I carefully navigated the basement steps in my heels.

As I expected, Tomas was lying on his bench, forcing a surprisingly heavy-looking bar into the air. I stood near him while he finished his reps, watching his bare chest and powerful arms flex as he pushed the heavy bar upwards again and again. The look he gave me as he set the bar back in its rack was one a girl should never see on her brother's face. My cheeks flushed hot as his smile widened into a knowing grin.

"Damn, Mia! You look like you got it going tonight. It's about time you gave it up for Evan! The poor guys' got to be suffering from a deadly case of blue balls by now."

"Oh, my God, Tommy!" I shot back indignantly. "I can't believe you said that! Just because I got dressed up doesn't mean I was going to screw him!" I crossed my arms under my boobs and stared at him, just daring him to say more.

"Bullshit, Mia." Tommy shot back. "You've got 'fuck me' written all over you. I know when a girl wants it, and right now, sis, you definitely do."

My eyes must have gotten huge, because Tommy just burst out laughing. I tried hard to be pissed at him, but a second later, I was laughing with him. "Yeah, well, maybe I was going to fuck him, but the asshole canceled our date at the last minute."

Tommy's smile faded and he shook his head. "That's his loss, Mia. The way you look right now, I'd be all over you in a hot second if you weren't my sister."

"Ah hunh. Like you were with Christy last week? She said you have very fast hands. Did you fuck her?" I smiled at him, daring him to deny it.

Tomas sat up and wiped the sweat off his face. "You wouldn't be asking if she didn't already tell you. You know I did."

"Yeah, she told me, all right," I responded sullenly. I felt suddenly sobered by how excitedly she'd gone on about him and a flush of jealousy flared in my blood. I glared at Tommy as though he'd committed some heinous crime. "How could you do that, anyway? She's my best friend!"

Tomas just shrugged. "She's hot and I wanted her. Why is that a problem?"

My eyes narrowed as my glare deepened. "Because it's creepy, Tommy! I mean, we talk about everything! The last thing I wanted to hear was her bragging about having sex with my own brother!"

Tomas smiled and he flexed his powerful arms as he stood. "She was bragging? Cool! What did she say?"

"Tommy!" I yelled, feeling completely exasperated. It was grossly inappropriate for him to ask me that and I squirmed uncomfortably as a teasing laugh crept into his voice.

I was about to say more, but that damn smile made him look all cute and everything and the thought just choked off in my throat. I was frozen and my knees grew weak as he towered over me.

His smile turned dark and challenging as he pressed his advantage over me. God, I wanted to hit him so badly and probably would have if I thought I could have done more than make him laugh.

He was clearly enjoying baiting me and his voice grew hot as he came closer. "I can tell you this, Mia. Christy is one wild-ass fuck. It wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a bit, you know. Maybe then, your boyfriend would pay more attention to you."

"Fuck you, Tommy!" I shot back as my blood boiled at his mention of Evan. His accusation stung deeply because I knew he was right. My palms were sweating and my chest rose and fell as my breath became heavy. I felt Tommy getting closer and something inside made me want to back away.

Tommy drew so close I could almost feel him on my skin and his dark eyes bored into mine. My heart skipped as he followed my slow steps one after another until I was backed up against the wall. He hadn't actually touched me, but he was so very, very close. Much closer than a brother should ever be.

Before that moment, I never truly appreciated how big a man Tommy was. To me, he had always just been my older brother, but standing there, with his bare chest and broad shoulders just inches from me, I could smell his musky scent and I felt myself reacting to him in an entirely new and different way.

There was an intensity in the way he was looking at me. He didn't reach out to touch me or anything, yet I couldn't have moved from that spot even if I'd wanted to. That single fact frightened me more than anything else. I suddenly realized that I didn't want to move.

"Wh-what are you doing, Tommy? Let me go!"

Tomas held his ground, not moving an inch. "Let you go? I'm not doing anything, Mia. You can leave anytime you want."

He was right, but then again, he had me trapped in a way I couldn't explain. I needed him to back away, but he stood like a force of nature that was freezing me to the ground.

"That's- that's not what I mean." I shuddered as I said it, knowing instantly that it was a mistake.

Tommy lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. His big, deep, hungry brown eyes...

I must have become lost in them because when he next spoke, I couldn't fathom his words. "What?" I asked in a whisper.

"I said, what else did Christy say about me?"

Christy? God! I couldn't believe he was still talking about her. I tried to focus and forget what Tommy was doing. My mind mixed the images as I searched for the memory and I remembered how she had gone on and on about him, especially...

"She said you have a really big cock." To my horror, those words escaped my lips before I even realized I'd said them! Tommy's eyes blazed and his face lit up in victory.

"Really? She said that? You don't think Christy would lie about that, do you?"

He was jogging my memory, forcing it to rise and become real in my mind. I wanted to say she would, just to wipe that beautiful smug smile from his face, but my lips betrayed me when I simply whispered, "No. She was very excited by it."

Tomas straightened and his hand flowed down his body until he was fingering the buttons on his jeans. "You want to see it, don't you? Come on, Mia, admit it. You want to see it at least once. Christy told me how much you like watching me work out."

He leaned closer and his voice became a soft whisper. "Christy told me everything, Mia. There's no point in denying it. I already know."

That bitch!!! I couldn't believe she'd told my brother I thought he was sexy! I felt my whole world begin to crumble as my body burned in humiliation. I was completely mortified, but underneath it all, my pussy went from damp to soaking wet. I was fidgeting and my glance flew to the basement door, hoping and fearing our mother would appear to break the spell, but it remained stoutly closed. I was caught, trapped down there, alone with him.

"You can't, I mean, we shouldn't..." My voice failed and my mouth went dry as feelings I knew were terrible and wrong flooded through me. Thoughts unspoken and full of sin, yet I knew he was thinking them as well.

"We shouldn't what, Mia?" he asked innocently, but that same smile crept over his chiseled face and burned into me.

I tried to answer, but I could no longer speak. His smile whispered to me, speaking unspoken words of lust and desire. I knew I should have resisted, but God forgive me, I felt a growing heat in my thighs as he gazed down at me. He was so fucking sexy that my body no longer would have cared if he was my actual brother instead of someone I just happened to live with. All it knew was that he was a man primed with an animal need and filled with arousal. Neither of us said it, but I knew he wanted me. This wasn’t a game anymore.

Panic rose in my throat. I knew I should run, but I felt a pull, a longing need to be wanted. It was as if our bodies disregarded what our minds knew in favor of what our flesh demanded. I couldn't bear to look him in the face and as my gaze traveled down his body, I was betrayed by my own instincts.

His torso seemed to ripple as he moved and the sight of his muscles flexing under the tight covering of his flawless skin sent a tremble racing through me. Then, as my gaze moved farther down, I saw the unmistakable shape of his cock pressing tightly against the fabric of his jeans.

"You're so hard," I whispered, barely controlling my urge to touch him.

Tommy's voice grew deep and quiet. "I'm a man. It happens when I'm looking at a beautiful girl."

Don't say that! my mind screamed as the heat in my pussy pulsed, sending a tremble of dread passing through my body.

This was all going south in a hurry, and I imagined a ghostly voice whispering Run, Mia! as if I were falling to the Dark Side of arousal. But it was all for nothing, and even the wisdom of Obi-Wan was lost in the roaring of my blood as it rushed through my veins.

"I'm not a girl," I finally responded with more confidence than I felt. "I'm your sister."

Tommy's hand moved upward and I shivered as he brushed a lock of my brown hair away from my face. "No, you aren’t, not really. You were just adopted by my mom when your daddy went to jail. They weren’t even married, remember? They were just shacking up. We may have lived together most of our lives, but we aren’t related at all. And, you are a very beautiful woman if you ask me."   

I couldn't even begin to speak. In that moment, I feared that the things I might say would only give my consent. My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird, and I thought it would burst at any moment.

An unearthly pause hung in the air like a dangerous fog, enveloping me in its thick and heated embrace. Tommy's hand came to my cheek and my will to resist crumbled like an ancient wall. I nuzzled into his palm, surrendering to whatever he wanted of me.

His breath came deep as a powerful sigh left his chest. With a tentative ease, he drew my lips close to his. For a moment, he hesitated, giving me one last chance to resist...

"What if mom comes down..." I said weakly, clinging to my last hope of stopping what was becoming inevitable.

"Mom hasn't been able to walk those steps in a year, Mia," he responded with a mix of fateful desire and regret. "She isn't coming, and you know it."

I felt his body pressing into me, and I tasted his breath as his lips brushed mine. "No... Please don't." I whispered just as his kiss swallowed my pleas.

It was then that I felt his hands on my body. He was touching me, not as a brother, but as a man longing for release. He caressed me as if he meant to reassure me and taunt me all at the same time.

His tongue glossed my lips, urging them to part, with a fearful sigh. I relented and melted into his embrace, accepting his tongue intimately into my mouth. His kiss was hot and demanding, and I felt as though I was going to swoon as I melted into his embrace.

"God, Tommy, what are you doing to me?" I whined when his lips left mine.

"Only giving you what you wanted. Mia." His voice was deep and full of a hunger I'd never sensed in him before. His hands were around my waist, holding me so tightly against him I could feel his bulge hot on my belly.

"I never said I wanted this.."

"Then tell me to stop."

For a moment, I tried. My mind screamed the words, but they refused to form on my lips. Then the moment passed, and my mouth was smothered again by his. Our kisses went from being slow and probing to hot and insistent, stealing my breath away. By the time we parted again, I had no more will to make him stop. "Oh, God, Tommy... Please be gentle with me."

I felt his hand roaming up my back, and cool air flowed over my skin as he drew the zipper down behind me.

"I will be, Mia. You've been my sister, and I love you." His soft voice hypnotized me and calmed my fears as I gave myself away to the bliss it silently offered.

My heart rose into my throat as he removed my dress. His bare chest felt hot under my hands and we kissed passionately as we careened towards something neither of us truly understood. With a flick of his wrist, the hooks at my back suddenly parted and my bra came away in his hands.

Instinctively, I cupped my exposed breasts in my palms and my cheeks reddened hotly as Tommy's gaze fell on my exposed skin. I could see a mixture of wonderment and desire in those deep eyes and I knew I was lost.

"Damn, Mia. I had no idea how beautiful you really are."

Gently, he tried to pull my hands from my breasts, but still, I resisted. He must have sensed that my hesitance was more from shyness than shame and he shushed my protests away. "Please, let me see them. They are too beautiful to hide."

Oh, my God, everything I ever believed about love and sex crumbled around me. Each time I found the will to slow the inevitable, his voice drew me deeper into his spell. He held me in his powerful arms, devouring my will along with my breath. Moments later, he was lying over me on the carpeted floor. I writhed and trembled under him as he feasted on my body.

"Tommy! No! I can’t do this! Unnh... fuck! I can't believe you're doing this to me!!" I protested, doing everything I thought I should to make him stop, but my body was sending other signals. My legs were squeezing his between them, and when his grip released my arm, they wrapped around his waist.

“It’s too late now, Mia,” Tommy said through a knowing smile. “I know how much this is turning you on. I can feel...