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You come home to find your brother sitting on the couch with his best friend Rick. They got off work before you and are just sitting, drinking some beers, and chatting. 

“God, I wish I knew who she was. I-” Shane cuts himself off upon hearing you enter. You hang your keys up and take off your shoes. “Hey, how was work?” 

“It was fine. What’re you talking about?” 

Rick rolls his eyes. “Same story he always talks about. ‘The one who got away.’” he says mockingly. 

“Look you weren’t there cause you were sick, but I swear, that girl was perfect. I just wish I got her number.”

“Still no idea what you’re talking about.” You cross your arms and lean on the doorway. 

“That Halloween party. 1991. I had sex with this chick, but we were both drunk and it was dark so I have no idea who it was. I think she was dressed as an angel. An angel would be accurate. The things she could do with her mouth-”

“Okay, ew, enough!” You put your hand up to stop him. 

“I’m just saying. Probably would have made her my wife.” 

You roll your eyes. “You stayin’ for dinner, Rick?” 

“Nah, I probably should be getting home. Lori is gonna start to wonder where I am. Next time though.” 

You say bye and head to the kitchen to get dinner started as it’s your turn to cook. As you pull out ingredients, you start to think about that party. You remember it. It was hosted at one of the popular kid’s houses. You only went because your best friend was a cheerleader and was invited. It was your first real high school party. There were no parents and as it was a Halloween party, everyone was dressed up. A lot of the girls wore revealing outfits. You got drunk that night for the first time and don’t remember a lot of it. 

“Whatcha makin’?” Shane comes up behind you and pulls you out of your memories, scaring the shit out of you. You hit him with a wooden spoon and tell him you’re making spaghetti. “Sorry, did I scare you?” he teases. 

“No shit.” 

“What has you so deep in thought?” 

“That party you were talking about.” you reply, mixing the ground beef in the pan. Shane leans against the sink and crosses his arms. 

“What about it? You weren’t there.” 

“Yes, I was!” 

“Nu uh. I would’ve seen you.” 

“Obviously not if you were too busy fucking some girl.” you retort, adding seasonings with a little more aggression than necessary. 

“Hey, don’t be mad cause I got laid. Should be the title of my autobiography.” 

You turn to threaten him with the spoon again and he narrowly escapes, laughing down the hallway. 

The thought of that party will not leave your mind. You hadn’t thought about it for almost twenty years, but for some reason, you can’t stop thinking about it. You call up your friend Cassie, the friend who invited you. 

“Hey girl, I haven’t heard from you in awhile.” she answers. 

“Yeah, I know, I started a new job and it’s just been crazy.”

“Y’know, I was just thinking about that Halloween party-”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, why?” she asks, sounding concerned. 

“I called you because I was talking to Shane-”

“How is Shane by the way?” Cassie asks in a flirty tone. She always had the hots for your brother which grossed you out. 

“He’s fine. Anyway, do you remember that night?” 

“Eh, bits and pieces. We both got pretty drunk. You disappeared for a while, but then showed up right as we were leaving and Brent took us home. I made out with Tyler. Jessica threw up in the pool.” 

“Ugh god, of course she did. Listen, Shane keeps going on about this girl he slept with at that party, keeps saying that she is so perfect and he would have married her, but has no idea who it was.”

“How can I help?” 

“Do you have pictures from that night?” 

“No, unfortunately, but I think Haley might.”

Haley was the host of the party. You have never spoken to her. Not at the party and certainly not since then. 

“Um, could you ask?” you say, feeling awkward. You wouldn’t know how to even contact her. 

“I don’t have her number anymore, but I do know she lives closer to you. You’re on Peachtree right? She lives on Alexandria.” 

Cassie is correct. She lives not far and after getting her full address, you realize you pass her house every day. You thank her and hang up. 

The urge to contact Haley subsides. It was twenty years ago. The girl Shane was with probably is married or maybe she doesn’t even live in Atlanta. You drive by Haley’s house for almost two weeks before one day, you finally see her unloading groceries from the back of her SUV. You pull over and hop out. 

“Haley!” you call. She turns around, revealing a very pregnant belly. 

“Yes?” 

You tell her your name and say you went to high school together. She gives you a blank look and you sigh. 

“My brother’s name is Shane?” 

“Oh, hi, how’re you?” 

“I’m fine, can I help you with that?” 

“Uh, sure, thanks.” 

You grab several of her grocery bags, getting the sense that she has matured a bit, but there’s still a hint of that popular mean girl spirit. You bring the bags inside, surprised she’s living in such a modest house. 

“What made you want to stop by?” 

“Huh, oh, um, you remember my friend Cassie?”

“Probably not.” she replies, starting to unbag and put away her groceries. 

“Well, we went to your Halloween party in 1991. My brother was there and he hooked up with some girl and he never shuts up about it.”

“And? It wasn’t me, was it?” 

“I don’t…I don’t think so. What was your costume?”

“I was Cleopatra.” 

“Then probably not. He said she was an angel, but who knows.”

Haley gives you a “get to the point” look. 

“I was just wondering if you had pictures from that night, maybe Shane could remember who it is and we could find her.” 

“I do, but why do you care so much? It’s been twenty years.” 

“Cause I love my brother, but he brings up this girl like all the time. If he finds her, then maybe he’ll find the love of his life. Either way he can shut up about it.” 

“I admire your determination. One moment.” 

Haley leaves and you stand in her kitchen, practically twiddling your thumbs as you wait for her to come back. 

“Seems like everyone has been thinking about that party. I brought this down a week ago and was going through it.” Haley says as she sets a banker’s box labeled “Party Photos” on the kitchen island. 

“That’s not all from that night is it?” 

“No, they were more organized. I was going to put them into albums sorted by date but never got around to it. Everything got kind of jumbled up when I moved with my husband.” 

She finishes putting away her groceries as you go through the photos. Haley pours some sweet tea and sits opposite you, helping you comb through the photos. 

“What did you dress up as?” she asks. 

“I honestly don’t remember.” you reply. A picture catches your eye. It’s not the main subject, but the background. The picture was of two girls whose names you don’t know because they were a grade above you. In the background, you see your brother dressed as Dracula (what a dork). He’s leaning against the doorframe. In front of him is a girl with long hair, wearing a dress of some kind and wings. They’re not fluffy like angel wings though. The next picture in the stack is of him kissing that girl. You wish you could see any identifying features. 

“Hey, isn’t this you and Cassie?” Haley hands over a picture and sure enough, it’s you and Cassie with your arms around each other. You’re both dressed as fairies. You’re in a light pink dress and Cassie is in light blue. You both have glitter on your eyes and around your temples. Seeing that picture brought back a bunch of memories. 

“Look, I don’t want to kick you out, but my husband is going to be home soon and we have dinner plans with the in-laws.” 

“Right, sorry, um, do you mind if I just borrow these? I’ll bring them back.”

“Sure, take your time.” 

You pile the pictures back into the box and thank her for her time and then head home with the banker’s box of photos. You sit in the driveway once you’re home and take a deep breath. You didn’t want Haley to know, but you started to remember that night. 

You spent two hours getting ready with your best friend. You can’t believe that you’re going to your first high school Halloween party. Haley Collins is like the most popular girl in school and her family is super rich. Her house is insane, or so you’ve heard. You and Cassie decide to both be fairies and spend way too long applying glitter to your faces and hair. You’re both wearing  short, flowy dresses in pastel pink and blue. 

Arriving at the party, there were already a lot of people there. You figure it was most of the school. You stick with Cassie and both get drinks. It’s your first time drinking alcohol. You don’t really like it, but you drink it anyway. It’s hard to see since the only lighting is fake candles and string lights. 

“You two look so cute, let me get a picture!” Someone says. You pull Cassie close for the picture, a little blinded by the flash in the low light. 

At some point, you lose Cassie, but stumble into someone. He helps you up. 

“Careful,” he mutters. 

“Sorry, thanks.” 

He takes his vampire fangs out and leans down to kiss you, pulling you in close. 

“Wanna go upstairs?” he asks. Drunk and overwhelmed and curious, you agree. You haven’t seen his face, but he’s a nice kisser. Or… you think he is. You’re a little too tipsy to be sure. He’s definitely older, probably a senior, and he wants to hook up with you. You wish you could tell Cassie. 

He leads you to an empty room and shuts the door, locking it behind him. It’s dark and you clumsily make it to the bed. His hands are all over you, grasping your hips and feeling under your dress while he kisses you. 

He reaches into your panties and starts to finger you while you moan into his mouth. He pulls your panties off over your boots and spreads your legs. His cape gets caught on your shoes, making it hard for him to move. You both giggle as he unclips it and tosses it aside. He slides in and wraps your legs around his waist. You’re starting to fade in and out of consciousness, being in a comfy bed. He thrusts hard, jolting you back awake. You grip his shoulders as he fucks you harder. 

“Your moans are so pretty,” he huffs in your ear before kissing your neck, biting it hard. “I want that pretty mouth to suck my cock, okay?” 

You just mumble okay as he pulls out and turns onto his back. You reach out with your hands to grab his cock, clumsily bringing your mouth to it. You’ve never done this before. Since you’re both drunk, you hope that he doesn’t notice. He seems to enjoy it, groaning and pushing your head further down. It doesn’t take long for his cum to flood your mouth. You pull back and swallow it, trying not to gag. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a knock at the door and you hear your name. You put your panties back on and fix your wings and open the door. 

“C’mon, Brent’s gonna take us home cause he’s the only one sober enough to. Oh my god, did you fuck someone? Who?”

“I dunno.” 

The subject is dropped, and you get back to Cassie’s house, shower and go to bed, not speaking of the incident again. 

There’s a knock at your window causing you to jump. Shane’s standing at your driver’s side door, looking at you, confused. 

“You’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, are you okay?” 

You don’t answer him, opening the door and stepping out. You grab the banker’s box from the back seat and head inside. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Do you remember what you dressed up as at Haley Collins’ party?” 

“Uh…I think I was Dracula or something, why?” 

You set the banker’s box down and take the lid off, pulling three pictures out. The one of you and Cassie, the one of you standing in front of Shane, and the one of him kissing you. 

“You found her?” Shane asks excitedly, picking up the pictures. His face falls as he studies the pictures more closely. “Wait, you were at that party?” 

“Yeah, I told you.” 

“Wait, but that looks like…wait, no no no.”

“Your dream girl…is me.” 

“You can’t be serious. That’s not you, that can’t be.” 

“You,” you close your eyes, trying to get the words out. “You told me that my moans were pretty and that you wanted me to suck your cock.” 

“You knew all this time?” Shane exclaims. 

“No! Honestly, I didn’t remember that night at all, but when I saw the photos, I just…remembered. I never knew it was you though. I thought I just hooked up with some hot senior.” 

“Jesus Christ. All these years I’ve been pining over this girl and she’s my sister.” 

You stand there like you’re in trouble, but neither one of you could have predicted that this was going to happen. 

“What now?” 

“I guess I have my answer.” he mumbles, leaving the kitchen. You hear him go to his room and slam the door, the sound causes you to jump. You take the box to your room and go through the rest of the pictures. After making sure there aren’t any that will expose what happened that night, you take the box back to Haley’s. She comments on how quick it was and you reply that you didn’t find anything, thanking her anyway. 

When you get home, Shane is still in his room. This is so awkward. He’s been bragging about this hook up for ages and now he knows that it was you. You’re not sure how to recover from that. 

After it’s clear he’s not going to come out for dinner, even though it’s his turn, you make a simple casserole and bring him a plate. 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“Shane, don’t be a baby.”

“I don’t want to do this-”

“Do what? It was twenty years ago! I’m sorry that I ended up being your most magical hook up, but it’s no one’s fault. We were drunk, it was dark. Get over it.” 

Shane sits up and takes the plate from you begrudgingly. 

“I think I knew.” he mumbles. 

“What?” 

“Not for sure, but when you’d say that you were there I didn’t want to believe you. And since you could never remember what you were dressed as, I ignored it. But I remember seeing your friend there and I know you’d never miss an opportunity to dress alike. Plus…”

“What?”

“I came home with glitter everywhere and when you came home there were traces of glitter on you. And the hickey…you told mom it was a burn from a curling iron.”

“That’s right, I forgot about that.” you reply, sitting on the edge of his bed next to him.  

Your mom was pissed. She saw right through you, but you didn’t get in trouble surprisingly. 

“Obviously, if I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have-”

“Yeah…” you reply. 

“What?” he asks through a mouthful of casserole. 

“Y’know that was my first time giving a blow job?” 

“Really?” He swallows hard and coughs. “It may have been because I was drunk, but you seemed really good at it.” 

You look at each other, small smiles forming on your mouths. You sit in silence, contemplating this information while Shane continues to inhale his food. 

“So, what now?” Shane asks. 

“What do you mean? You have your answer. Hopefully no one else knows and we can move on.” you shrug. 

“Okay, but now I know my sister sucked my cock, so how am I supposed to deal with that? Wait, I wasn’t your first, was I?” 

“Only for the blow job.” you admit. He hands you his dish, rolls his eyes, and flops back onto his bed. 

“Good, I guess. Thanks for dinner.” 

You sigh and stand up. 

“You’re cooking the next two nights.” you tell him. He waves you off and you roll your eyes and leave his room. 

What is his problem? You clean up the kitchen then retire to your room. After changing, you climb into bed and get on your phone, watching some videos to relax before turning out your light. 

Shane can’t believe that you’re the girl he’s been fantasizing about for years. Maybe he’s been exaggerating how good it was. Like he told you, he had an idea that it was you, and maybe the taboo of it kept him thinking about it all these years. 

He didn’t know in the moment, obviously, or he wouldn’t have. He might have fucked your friend though. He remembers running into you and you looking so angelic in the low light. Your sweet voice apologizing for running into him and how your dress hugged your curves turned him on instantly, there wasn’t time to consider who you actually were. He remembers your little whimper when he bit down on your neck and the feeling of you squeezing him when he did. He was nervous that he was going to cum inside you, hence why he told you to blow him. He normally lasts longer. Oh no, do you think he was a bad lay? You said it wasn’t your first time, but you were 16, sex is just bad at that age. 

Now he’s in the dark spiraling that his sister might think he sucks in bed. He tells himself that it doesn’t matter what you think, you shouldn’t know at all what he’s like in bed. Finally, the anxiety gets the best of him and he gets up and goes to your room. 

He opens your door and says your name. He says it again louder. When you don’t respond, he climbs in bed with you, causing you to jump. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” you gasp, having been jolted awake. Shane puts your blankets around him. 

“Do you think I’m bad in bed?” 

“What the absolute fuck, Shane?” 

“I’m serious!” 

“I don’t think about it!”

“So…you do.” 

“Shane! That was like my third time having sex and I was drunk. It was as good as it could have been. Now get out!” 

“I am good in bed, you know.” 

“Good for you, Shane.” 

You try to push him out of your bed, but he’s locked in. He puts his arms around you and you start to wonder what he’s doing. 

“We’re not drunk now.” he murmurs. 

“What is wrong with you?” 

“I just want to prove that I’m not bad in bed.”

“Why do I care? I’m your sister!” 

He pulls you closer to him and kisses your neck. You’re not sure what to think. On one hand, you want to punch him. What is he thinking? On the other, it has been a while, and the way his tongue glides along your throat feels so good. The way he holds you and feels you up, you start to relax in his arms. You smell a hint of his fuckboy cologne mixed with his natural essence that you always thought smelled really good in a weird way. 

“Y’know, I never ate your pussy that night.” He takes a break from sucking on your neck to whisper. 

“Wait, Shane, don’t-” you whimper. He’s already between your legs, pulling your shorts and panties off. He puts your legs on his shoulders, diving in before you can protest again. You moan involuntarily. He feels you up, putting his hands on your boobs under your tank top while sucking on your clit. Your face gets hot, this is so wrong, but you can’t stop him at this point. You gasp, clenching your sheets in your fists. 

“Oh my god, Shane,” 

You feel him smiling against you. The loss of sensation causes you to grab his hair and adjust him. He follows your silent instruction, licking your clit in steady circles, the moderate pressure building in your belly. 

He moves his hands from your breasts to your thighs, tightening their grip around his head. He’s rock hard listening to your moans. 

“Fuck, oh my god…” you whimper. You cum, shaking as the feeling spreads through your body. Shane doesn’t stop licking and you have to punch him in the shoulder to get him to move. He sits up and wipes his mouth with a stupid grin on his face. He lifts your shirt and pulls it off of you as he settles himself between your legs. He then reaches down and pulls his cock out of his shorts. Your heart is pounding as he adjusts and slides in, closing his eyes when he bottoms out. 

“Oh my god, you feel better than I remember,” he groans, kissing your neck. He holds you close, huffing with each thrust, clearly enjoying it. All you can think about is how he’s your brother. Your brother who leans back to put your legs on his shoulders. He thrusts harder. You curse and he grins. 

“Get on top. I want to see you.” he says, turning over. He yanks you on top of him. He slips in easily and grabs your hips. You instinctively want to cover yourself, not wanting to make eye contact with him. You put your hands on his chest and try not to think about it. Shane murmurs how hot you are and how cute it is that you’re embarrassed. 

You lean over him and bury your face in his neck, forcing him to do the work. 

“Can I cum inside you?” he murmurs, kissing your head. 

“Um…”

“Come on, I know you’re on birth control.” he grunts. 

“Fine…” 

Shane bends his knees and thrusts harder into you. He shudders, thrusting one last time. You feel him pulsing inside you. You feel him pull out, but he doesn’t move you, letting you lay on his chest. You lay there in silence for a few minutes. Shane says your name softly. 

“What?” 

“Are you okay?” 

“My brother just had sex with me. I don’t know how to feel.” 

“It was good though, wasn’t it?” 

You stay silent, not wanting to admit that it really was good and that if it weren’t for that fact that, you know, it was your brother, you’d rave to your girlfriends about it. Shane pulls you out of your thoughts by kissing your head. 

“I want to get dressed.” you murmur, pulling yourself off of him. You gather your clothes then head to the bathroom to clean up. When you get back, Shane is still in your bed, but he’s pulled his shorts up. 

“C’mere,” he says, pulling the blanket back so you can get into bed. You hesitate. He’s going to stay? You crawl in bed and he envelopes you in his arms. He kisses your head again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you reply. It feels weird to say now. You’re both silent for a few minutes, Shane stroking your arm with his thumb. Shane finally speaks up. 

“Are you also kinda hoping that we’re not related?” 

You won’t admit it, but you had been thinking the same thing. 

“All those times you told me I was adopted…” you murmur back. 

“It’ll be okay.” Shane replies. You sit up, appalled by his nonchalance. 

“So, what? We just never bring this up again? What do you propose? We just fuck each other in secret? What if one of us gets a partner?” you sputter. “Or what? We’re just the weird siblings that never grew away from each other and always live together and don’t have families of our own?” 

Shane just watches you and waits for you to finish. 

“Darlin’, it’s not that serious. If you don’t want to do this again, we don’t have to.” 

You start to cry and bury your face in Shane’s neck. You hate that he put you in this dilemma. You should have never gone over to Haley’s. It should have remained a mystery. 

“Let’s not make any decisions about this right now, okay? Let’s just get some sleep.” Shane adds. He starts to get up from your bed and you cling to him. 

“Where are you going?”

“I was going to go back to my bed. Give you some space.”

“And leave me alone with my thoughts? No. Stay.” 

“Alright, darlin’. Get some sleep.” Shane chuckles and kisses your forehead. You settle back into his arms and fall into an uneasy sleep. Shane is unsure of what to do. As messed up as it is, he loves being with you. He’s always hated your boyfriends and felt more than just brotherly love towards you. He could never quite pinpoint it, but he’s starting to think that it’s jealousy. 

He loves when you just hang out together and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you’re attractive. He hated to think of you like that, given the relation, but he’s got eyes. You’ve never been worried about him looking at you like that, so sometimes you walk to your room naked from the shower when you forget your clothes or wear tiny tank tops with no bra in the summer. Shane tries not to look, but you’ve always had the best body. He wants to be with you and he hopes that you want the same. 

In the morning, Shane wakes up late for work since he was in your bed. He pulls you closer and kisses your head sleepily. Turning his head to look at the clock on your nightstand, he realizes the time and groans. He grabs your phone and unlocks it to call out, then calls Rick. 

When you wake up and roll over, laying your head on Shane’s chest, his arm comes around you and rubs your back. 

“Sorry man, I got laid last night and slept too good.” Rick can hear the smile in Shane’s voice. 

“At least someone got laid.” you can hear Rick grumble.

“I gotta go, I’m gonna make her breakfast. Maybe get a round two in.” 

You can hear Rick groan on the other end of the line as Shane hangs up. 

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” you murmur. “I’m sorry I made you late for work.” 

“Nah, it’s okay. Kinda been wanting an extra day off after all those 12 hour shifts.” Shane kisses your head again. “How’d you sleep?” 

You tell him you slept alright, but the truth is, you feel fantastic. You haven’t slept so well in a long time. You love being cuddled and love how sweet Shane is being. You almost forget that he’s your brother. 

“So…breakfast?” you ask. 

“Yeah, baby, what you want?” 

“Waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese and potatoes.” 

“Hashbrowns or home fries?” Shane asks, starting to untangle himself from you. You groan, falling into the now warm vacant spot. 

“You pick.” 

“Alright darlin’. Comin’ up.” he grins. He leans over, putting his hands on your mattress and kissing you sweetly. When he pulls away, you stare at each other for a minute. He leaves without saying anything and you immediately grab your phone. 

Shane is for sure my brother right?

Yes, Shane is your brother. Why?

No reason. 

Is he trying to convince you you’re adopted again? 

Yeah, something like that. 

Well, tell him to knock it off. I have the pictures to prove you both came out of me. 

Thanks mom. 

You drop your phone on your chest and stare at the ceiling. From the kitchen you can hear country music playing and the faint smell of bacon wafting into your room. Unexpectedly, you burst into tears. You didn’t expect solving the decades old mystery would make things so complicated. 

Shane must’ve heard you crying because a minute later, he comes into the room and scoops you up. You wrap your legs around him and lay your head on his shoulder. He carries you to the kitchen. He sets you on a counter that he’s not working on. 

“Did you text mom?” 

You look down guiltily. 

“She told me to stop bullying you and that she has pictures of both of us coming out of her vagina. She threatened to send them.” Shane adds, putting his hands on the counter either side of you. 

“I just…am desperate to believe this isn’t wrong.” you choke back another sob and Shane sighs. The bacon pops loudly in the pan, so Shane has to turn his attention back to cooking. 

“We can just take it day by day. It’s not wrong because we love each other. We’re adults.” 

“We’re related!”

“I’m aware,” he replies flatly. “The only other option is, I don’t know, move apart and pretend this never happened.” 

“I don’t want that.” you say a little too quickly. He stops and looks at you. 

“Then,” he pauses to move the bacon off the heat. He turns back to you. “Maybe ignore that part and enjoy being together.” 

You wipe your face and nod. “Okay, I love you.” 

“I love you too. Wanna shower together after breakfast?” 

“Absolutely.” 

He grins and lifts you off the counter, kissing you again before setting you on a chair. You look at his back when he turns around. This, as weird as it is, might work out.