Chapter 3

With one quick motion Jacob scoops me up into his arms. He carries me across his office with ease, making me seem weightless. He sits on the couch, with me in his lap. "Jacob, I- I don't feel good." I whisper, snuggling into him. Just being in his arms, feeling so safe and secure, makes me want to cry.

Azalea put something in my drink. I know she did. I should have gone with my gut feeling and not drank it. I should have just thanked her and left it sitting on the table. I'm sure Mom and Dad would have called me ungrateful, a brat, or whatever other mean thing they think of at the time if I had not drunk it.

Should I tell Jacob what she did? Would he even believe me if I told him? I don't know exactly how he feels about Azalea being back, but she is his sister. His biological sister. I'm just his adopted sister. Someone his parents brought home one day and said here is your new sister, you have to love her. So, I'm sure he loves Azalea more than he loves me and he would most likely take her side over mine, right?

"What's wrong, Savannah?" He asks.

I shake my head. "I don't know, I feel like I'm drunk or something, but I didn't drink anything." I whisper, snuggling further into him.

"It's okay, just rest." He says. Jacob kisses the top of my head, not asking anything else for the moment. He just holds me for a little while, rubbing my back and arm in a soothing manner.

After sitting in silence for a long time, listening to the sound of his soft breathing and his heart beating he looks at me with a concerned look. "Are you feeling any better?" He asks.

I nod my head. "Yeah, a little." I say.

"I'm glad." He says, looking relieved. Jacob rubs my cheek, pushing my hair off my face. "So, what happened?" He asks, in a soft soothing voice.

“I was at dinner with Mom, Dad and Azalea. I went to the bathroom, and Azalea got me a refill. When I got back to the table, I took a sip. My drink tasted weird.” I whisper, hoping he doesn't get mad at me for thinking I'm accusing Azalea of doing something.

Jacob tenses under me. “What do you mean your drink tasted funny? Did someone put something in your drink?” He asks, sounding angry, concerned and a little bit of something else that I can’t quite place.

“I- I don’t know. Azalea was going to take me home, but she-.” I pause, trying to decide how much I actually want to tell him.

“She what Savannah?” Jacob asks.

“S-she, she just didn’t. We umm, we were walking and I don’t know. I just got in a taxi and came here. I didn’t know where else to go.” I ramble, tears starting to form in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I can leave.” I say, as I try to stand up.

The first tear streams down my cheek and Jacob tightens his hold on me. “You aren’t going anywhere, Savannah. I’m glad you came to me. I will take care of you, okay? Don’t worry.” He says, as he reaches out and wipes a stray tear.

“You always take such good care of me.” I whisper, looking at him through blurry, tear-filled eyes.

“That’s what brothers are for.” He says, smiling sweetly at me.

“You are more than that to me, Jacob.” I whisper, staring into his eyes. “You are so sweet and you are always so nice to me. You mean everything to me Jacob. I love you.”

Jacob smiles, chuckling softly. “I love you too.” He says, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze.

“No. I love you, Jacob. I love you more than a sister loves a brother. I love you so much and I want you, so bad. I want you to give me everything, Jacob.” I say, not sure where my sudden confidence came from, but now that I've said it, I can't take it back. I have always wanted him; I tried to fight it. Now that I will probably be kicked out of the family anyway, it's not like I have anything to lose.

Jacob’s eyes go wide, staring at me with pure shock. “I-, no, we can’t, Savannah. You are my sister. This is just the drugs or whatever was in your drink talking. This isn’t you. You don’t mean that.” He says, shaking his head.

I sit up a little straighter on his lap, giving him a serious look. “This is me, Jacob. I have thought about you a million times. I have wanted to be with you for so long. I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard, the way I always imagine when I am playing with my dripping wet pussy.” I whisper, feeling myself getting wetter by the second.

Jacob groans softly, his grip on my hip tightening a little. “Savannah, this is wrong. You shouldn’t want me. I am your brother and I have a girlfriend.” He says, voice a little rougher than before.

I readjust myself on his lap, trying to get in a more comfortable position to look at him and that’s when I feel it. The unmistakable bulge in his pants. He wants me. Maybe even as much as I want him. I wiggle a little more and he groans a little louder. “We aren’t related Jacob, not by blood and your girlfriend isn’t here. I am." I whisper.

Jacob shakes his head, his grip still tight on my hip. "We can't." He says, but his eyes and his body are telling a different story.

"Yes, we can Jacob." I whisper, leaning in close to his ear. "Nobody has to know. No one needs to know. I want you to feel how wet you make me. I want you to make me moan your name while I cum on your dick. I want you to let me show you just how badly I want you." I spread my legs a little on his lap, the hem of my already short dress, slides up even further showing my wet, white, lacy thong that is leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Fuck, Savannah." He groans, eyes locked on my see through panties.

"Do you see what you do to me, Jacob?" I ask, giving him a seductive smile. "I'm wet for you."

I grab his hand and slide it up my thigh to my wet, achy pussy. I don't think I have ever wanted anyone as badly as I want him. Jacob doesn't fight me; he lets me put his hand where I need him the most.

Jacob let's out an animalistic growl and his dick twitches hard under my ass. "Fuck, you are so wet."

“Touch me, Jacob.” I whisper, as I move his hand, rubbing my pussy with his fingers.