Chapter 21

Anthony

When we got to the club, Marcus pointed her out to us. She was just sitting there, drinking. I could see the dark stains on the back of her shirt, which meant her wounds were bleeding. We walked over to her and sat next to her. Okay, she looked wasted. I looked at Jace and motioned for him to talk to her.

"Callie, let's go home.”

“Heyyy, bartender, get my brother something to drink.”

“Callie, please, let's go home. We'll figure this out tomorrow.”

“Figure out what Jace, you heard her. She doesn't know who my father is; what's there to figure out?”

"Okay, we'll do a DNA test. I'll prove that you are my sister.”

“And if I'm not?”

“Nothing changes; I don't care what anyone or any piece of paper says; you'll always be my sister, okay?”

“Go home, Jace; I really don't feel like going anywhere else; I'll just sit here and continue drinking.” 

“Let's go, Jace.” I picked her up without warning and threw her over my shoulder.

"Anthony, put me down.”

“No, you're drunk; you got into a fight; your wounds are bleeding; there's blood on your shirt. You're not supposed to be drinking, babe.”

She didn't say anything else; she remained quiet the entire drive home. When we pulled up to the apartment, she was already out. Jace Looked at me.

“What are we going to do about this, Anthony?, If it turns out that I am not her brother, she's going to lose it, and I'll lose her. even though we're half siblings it's going to mess her up and I can't let that happen. ”

“We'll do the DNA test; if it comes back negative, I'll pay the damn doctor to change it.”

“Do you think that's the right thing to do?”

"No, but it will keep her sane and happy.”

Callie

How they found me wasn't a mystery; I guess his security guards called him because of the fight. When I opened my eyes, I was on a bed. When I looked up, I saw him. He had just walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist. I was drunk but somewhat conscious of knowing exactly what I was doing, at least I think I did.

Anthony

When we got her into the apartment and into our room, she was still out. Jace left me to clean her wounds. I undressed her and cleaned her up. Then I went back outside and found my parents, along with Jace and Crystal, in the living room.

“How is she doing, son?”

"Well, she's drunk, got into a fight with Rachel at the club, an from what my employees said, Rachel got more than she bargained for.”

“What do you intend to do about this situation, Jace? That was a long time ago, and I am 100% sure Callie isn't mine.”

"Well, I was thinking, if we share the same father, our DNA will be a match.”

“And if it doesn't?”

“You change it, hide the truth from her, and we take it to our graves.”  I looked at Crystal, and I was shocked to hear that from her.

"What, no, what happens if she finds out?”

I looked at them. “Do you know what a negative test will do to her? She won't want anything to do with any of us. I can't lose my sister; I can't. The day my parents disowned her, I swore I would always protect her and do anything to make her happy. I don't care what I have to do; Callie has always been my sister, and it will remain that way.”

"Okay, Jace, Why don't you boys get some rest? It's getting late.”.

I went back into the room and stood there, looking at her. I didn't even know she had it in her to get into fights. I guess with everything that happened, she couldn't take anymore of Rachel's nonsense. I left her sleeping and went to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, she was awake and sitting in the bed looking at me. I stood looking at her. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, her hair was messy, and she never really wore any make-up. She started stretching, causing the shirt to ride up her thighs.

She had a look in her eyes, and I knew that look. Shit, I was in deep shit here. She was still drunk, and I was intrigued because I've never met Drunk Callie. She walked over to me, slowly undoing her shirt. I would let her take control and see what would happen. She just stood there, looking at me while trailing a finger down my chest, never taking her eyes off mine. Her fingers were now at the edge of my towel. She grabbed me, pulled me into her, and kissed me. Well, shit, she pulled away long enough to whisper in my ears.

“You smell good enough to eat.” While kissing my neck slowly. She pulled the towel off. Drunk Callie was fun. This couldn't possibly get better.

“I want your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your cum.”  Holy shit, After saying that, she sank to the floor, kneeling in front of me.

Callie 

When I was drunk, I was a bit more on the dominant side. I wrapped my hands around him,offering up my lips for a kiss. He obliged me, taking my mouth with a fierceness that left me breathless.

“Callie ”.Those were the last words that escaped his lips. My lips flowed over the wide crown. He leaned back, bracing against the wall. I held him with both hands and mouthed the plush head of his cock, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his uniquely appealing scent made me moan. I felt the vibration ripple through his entire body. 

"Oh, fuck Callie, so fucking perfect.”

I fluttered my tongue across the underside. When he rewarded me with a hot burst of pre-cum, it made me moan. I couldn't help but touch myself. Fisting the root of him with one hand, I drew rhythmically. “Keep sucking like that... hard and deep, baby.”

I was so turned on by his pleasure. His hands were in my hair, pulling and tugging. He started with tenderness, then grew rougher; he was losing control. My head bobbed as I pleased him, pleasing myself, while I sucked and stroked the crest with my mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock,and I slid the flat of my tongue along them. He swelled, growing thicker and longer.

“Fuck baby, you suck me so good.”

He held my head still and took over. Thrusting his hips. Fucking my mouth. He was in a place where only the race to orgasm mattered. The thought made me want him. I gripped his thighs in both hands, frantically working my lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were heavy and big. I cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up. “Ah, fuck Callie.”

His voice was a rasp. His grip tightened in my hair. “You’re making me come, baby.”

The first spurt of cum was so thick. Lost in pleasure, he was thrusting against the back of my throat, his cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse into my mouth. I pumped my fists,milking him. His entire body shuddered as I took everything he had. The sounds he made and the muttered, breathless praise were the most gratifying I’d ever heard. I licked him clean, marveling at how he didn’t fully soften even after an orgasm so strong. He was still capable of fucking me senseless. 

I stood up and looked at him, then walked into the bathroom and left him standing there looking bewildered. I filled the tub up and got in. The alcohol was hitting pretty hard now. I was going to pass out.

Anthony

What the fuck just happened? I zoned out for a bit. She just gave me the best fucking blowjob of my life and then walked away. Where the fuck did she learn that shit? I walked into the bathroom and found her lying in the tub.

“Callie ”

She didn't answer; she passed out again. I woke her up gently , dried her off, and put her to bed. My mind was working over time with Rachel and Callie, and where the hell did she learn that shit? I tried not to let that shit get at me because I wasn't a saint either; I'd had sex with countless girls and women. I kept thinking about what I was going to do; I already had a plan in mind, and I would set that in motion.