She's leaving. I knew it had to happen, that our little idyllic world would end when the morning came. We awoke tangled in a warm cocoon of blankets and each other, the scent of our lovemaking heavy in the air of Stephanie's room. I stared at her sleeping for the longest time, wondering if the woman who woke up in my arms would be the same one who fell asleep there. She was. She is. The entire morning, through breakfast, the morning news, cleaning up the messes from the night before, she was been mine. We'd kissed, we'd held hands, we'd cuddled. It was like puppy love. But then, as the time grew closer for us to leave, she began to change. As she stood in her bathroom, fixing her hair and makeup before getting dressed, I sat on the floor, leaning against the bathtub, listening to her try to make sense of it all.
"Shaner, it would never work," she sighed sadly as she combed her silky tresses. "Not only because we're brother and sister... I mean, that's a big thing, but the fact that we're McMahons. We're in the spotlight of the WWF all the time. We couldn't ever get away with anything. People would know, they wouldn't understand..."
"Steph, that isn't true. Why do they have to know what we're doing? They've always known we're close. Why can't it just stay at that?" I argued my points, almost desperate to not have to let her go. I knew I'd always have her as my sister, but I wanted more from her. I wanted her to be my lover, my everything, my completion. I thought maybe by the look on her face, she wanted it too. But she was fighting it. With every stroke of the gaudy makeup she wore for Hunter and for the world, I was losing my love to the monster she'd become.
I said nothing more the rest of the morning, merely following my Stephy around like a puppy dog, lost and broken. I watched her put on her tight, revealing clothes, her high heels, and last and most painful of all, the arrogant, smug, smirk that is so unlike the woman I made love to the night before.
The sound of the car horn out front signals that it's time for her to go. I'm not going to leave until the afternoon, as I have some business I want to take care of and home is just as good a place to do it as in a hotel room somewhere else. Plus, I need a little time to recover from what's happened. If it has affected Stephanie as profoundly as it has affected me, I can't tell. Her face is almost emotionless, wearing a very practiced smile that people see every week on WWF TV. I hate that smile. Kissing her goodbye, I feel as though I'm saying farewell to my one true love, my soulmate, and that I will never see her again. She waves one last time as the car pulls off, and I am glad she is too far away to see my tears.
He's standing in the doorway as we pull off, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. His arms, so muscled and solid, beckon me back to him. His chest welcomes me to lay my head against it. His abdomen, with its smattering of dark, crisp hairs trailing below the low-slung hips of his pants begs my lips to caress him... I turn away, choking on sobs. I can't look anymore.
I still don't know how I got the courage to walk away from that house. It would have been so easy to stay there, in my big brother's arms, safe from the world. In one evening he has showed me more about life, love, and passion than any man I have ever been with. He has been more to me than Joey, Andrew, and Hunter combined. Yet because of cruel fate, we can't be together. Instead, I have to continue to whore myself to Hunter, or else I'll lose everything I've worked so hard for. I have power now, position, and prestige. I didn't have that being just Stephanie McMahon. It only came when I married Hunter. So married to Hunter I must remain...
The silence is deafening as we drive. I have to get Shane off my mind. I have to forget the feeling of his soft, eager lips worshipping every inch of my skin. I have to forget the possessiveness of his large hands as they roamed my body. I have to forget the love-filled look of awe in his eyes when they met mine as our bodies joined for the first time. Oh god, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, but I can't stop myself from remembering his tongue doing maddening things to my sensitive nether regions, things no man had ever done to me... and the maddening things he's done to my heart, things no man will ever do again.
I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks and check to make sure my makeup hasn't smeared. Must look your best for your husband, I tell myself. I turn on the radio to try and distract myself, closing my eyes, trying to rest, but all I see is Shane, sweaty, smiling, content, and in love, looking down at me. The words from last night, the words I remembered as I lay in my brother's arms, come back to haunt me, as will this feeling forever:
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me
I'm startled from my reverie by the driver, informing me we've arrived at the airport. I am thankful for the distraction, and I quickly climb out, head held high, ignoring the jeers from a few WWF fans that I encounter along the way, as well as signing a few autographs. I'm thankful for all this. It gets my mind elsewhere, and not on my own feelings. It isn't a long wait before I'm on the plane, and we're waiting on the tarmac to take off. I'm staring out the window, trying to think of what I'm going to say to Hunter, what I'm going to say to Kurt. Closing my eyes, rehearsing my lines, but it's no use.
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
I sit in the stylist's chair in my tight leather skirt and low-cut shirt, watching as she curls and teases my hair up the way Hunter likes it. I watch in the mirror, trying to be satisfied, but all I can find myself thinking is how Shane can't run his fingers through it now. Damn it! For all my trying, I *still* can't get Shane out of my head! He's always there, and I just wish I...
Suddenly, I look up into the mirror, and there he is. I jump, and the curling iron Janet was holding in my hair hits my ear, causing me to shriek in pain. She quickly unwinds it, apologizing profusely. My heart is pounding and there are tears in my eyes, but I don't know if it's my ear or my heart that hurts more. He was standing silently, just looking at me, obviously not expecting me to notice. After I did, he got a panicked look on his face and quickly retreated. Janet immediately tries to go back to my hair, but I shove her away, in typical Bitch Stephanie fashion. I don't want her touching me any more. I only want one man to touch me. And I can't have him.
Heading back to our locker room, I find Shane talking with Hunter. Strategy, or something like that, I'm sure. He's so intense, so beautiful; so thoughtful and intelligent. His eyes briefly meet mine, and I see all the desire still simmering there, as it had been before. But as Hunter slips his arm around my waist, Shane's eyes fall quickly. He looks crushed. Every possessive move Hunter makes, only hurts him more. It's overwhelming. I'm so confused.
I don't know what is going on
Can't work it out at all
Whatever made you choose me
I just can't believe my eyes
You look at me as though
You couldn't bear to lose me
I spend the rest of the night avoiding him. I go out with Hunter, I do my thing, I go back into hiding. He showers as I gather our things, trying to stay focused. We head out to the hotel. Hunter is happy, and he is all over me, kissing me, touching me. I know where this is going to lead.
Sure enough, it leads right up to the king-sized bed. He begins to kiss my body, and I try my best to respond. It had never been a problem before. Hunter is a more than adequate lover. But he's just not Shane. I feel him undress me, and lower me to my bed, and I close my eyes. I can do this. I can live without being with him. I can live without loving him.
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing
His hand slips between my legs, insistent. I can tell that I'm not responding, and it's frustrating him a little. Guilt and panic wash through me. Imagine he's Shane, I tell myself. I feel his mouth close on one of my nipples, and I imagine opening my eyes and seeing Shane's dark head down there. Immediately I feel a surge of wetness, and my belly starts to tingle. Oh thank God, it's working. This satisfies Hunter, and soon he's climbing on top of me. I remember the feeling of my big brother parting my thighs, staring down at me reverently as he slid within my hot, eager body. I remember the sensation of being one with him, his soft words in my ear, telling me I was his baby girl, and only his, and that he'd love me forever... What I wouldn't give to hear those words right now... Shane.... oh God, Shane...
Suddenly, all motion and sensation stops. I open my eyes, and Hunter is kneeling over me, drilling me with a look of utter confusion, mixed with a hint of anger. My heart drops into my stomach in mortification as he exclaims, "Shane?!"
I tremble. I feel like I'm going to throw up. In the heat of passion, with my husband, I had moaned my brother's name. How the hell do I explain this? And Hunter wants an explanation. He's staring at me, demandingly. I do the only thing I can do. I laugh.
"What the hell's so funny?" he demands, "You know what you just called me?"
"No, what?" I say. I can't believe I'm acting so lame.
"Shane. As in *your brother* Shane," Hunter presses, moving his body away from mine, but his face in closer. I feel panic setting in, but I'm frozen.
"Shane?!" I laugh. I sound far too nervous for my own liking. "Why would I say my own *brother's* name while I'm with you, honey?"
"Yeah..." Hunter looks convinced for a moment. "So then who the fuck is this *Shane*?" he attacks again.
Oh shit. I hadn't thought that he might think I was seeing some other Shane, maybe behind his back. "I ah... I don't know any Shanes..."
Hunter glares at me for a few moments longer, before turning over in a huff. I'm petrified, frozen where I lay, millions of thoughts racing through my mind. That's it. When Hunter gets something in his mind, he's like a pit bull. He attacks and attacks, and doesn't let go. I lay there shivering for what seems like an eternity, until I sense Hunter's breathing becoming slow and even.
Slowly, agonizingly, I creep out of bed and into the bathroom, turning on the light. Hunter moans in his sleep, grumbling at the sudden brightness and putting the pillow over his head. Good, he really *is* asleep. I take care of business in the bathroom, putting my hair in a ponytail, ratty as it is, and sneaking over to my suitcase. I find a pair of loose fleece pants and a sleeveless t-shirt and pull those on, not bothering to put anything on beneath them. Hunter is still snoring away, so I grab one of the keycards and sneak out.
My bare feet feel strange against the hotel carpet, but it's not a very long trip to my destination. Room 1084. I knock, a little timidly. I'm not even sure he'll be up. After a heart-stopping moment of waiting, the door opens a little. "Yeah?" his voice floats out, a little shaky. "Shaner, it's me," I say, and the door immediately opens. I don't see him until he closes the door behind me, because he'd been hiding behind it. Clad only in boxer shorts, and with the shower running, I can guess what he was about to do before I showed up.
"Sorry, don't mean to keep you," I murmur, starting to step away.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I was just trying to relax a little," he hastily replies, holding his hands up. He then moves close to me, his dark chocolate eyes deep with concern. "What's the matter? Why aren't you with..." he chokes on the name. He can't say it.
"Shane, something... happened." I don't even know how to tell him this. His face immediately darkens, and his hands are on my shoulders.
"What did that bastard to do you? I'll kill him..."
"No, no... he didn't do anything to me," I protest. "I... I did it..."
Shane steps back a half-step, visibly confused. "What did you do, Stephy?"
"I... when we..." God, this was going to be so hard. "He was... we were... in bed... doing..."
Shane bites his lip and looks down. I don't have to say anything else.
"And I... I called... I said..." I take a deep breath. "I said your name. I was with him, but I was calling for you. Oh god, Shane..." I break down, body shaking, tears spilling from my eyes. "What should I do?"
"My God..." he whispers, stunned.
I feel myself falling, but of course he's there to steady me. He guides me to his bed, and we sit on the edge, both silent and trembling. His arms hold me tightly, and I again feel myself becoming lost in him.
"Stay with me tonight, Steph," he beseeches me. "Just tonight."
I shake my head, pulling away reluctantly. "Shane, I can't do that. You know that if I do, it will turn into another night, and another, and another..." I pull my knees up to my chest and hold them, rocking.
"Is that such a bad thing?" Shane asks softly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.
I look over at him, shocked. He hasn't dared raise his eyes. "Shane Brandon McMahon! Did you hear what you just said? You said that *me*, staying... having... having an *affair* with *you*... my *BROTHER*... isn't such a bad thing?"
He still doesn't look up. "No... no, it's not."
"Shane..." I'm getting desperate here. He's my brother. My big brother. The voice of reason. The one who is supposed to be strong and moral and stop this insanity before it goes too far! "How can you say that?" I ask, my voice a mere sqeak, tears again blurring my vision.
He now raises his own eyes, glittering in the moonlight with his tears, and looks at me. "Because I love you more than he does. And that's all that matters."
He keeps those deep eyes on me, searching desperately my countenance for some sign of assent. I want to give it, Shaner, you have to believe me... You're an addiction, baby, and I'm already in danger of getting hooked. If I stay tonight, I know there's no helping me.
I pull away, backing toward the door, begging myself for the strength to get out. "I'm sorry, Shane... I just can't do this. I hope you understand."
He makes no move to stop me, only watches me go with the same look he'd had when I pulled away in the limousine from our house. I have to turn away, or else I'd run back to him. But I make it out without incident, feeling even worse that he let me go. I quickly retreat back to my hotel room, sobbing, hearing his voice echo in my head over and over, "I love you more than he does."
I look down at my sleeping husband, not even having the stomach to crawl back in bed next to him again, and ponder the truth of my brother's words. I finally lay down on the couch, pondering the question I have been trying to avoid, ever since my brother told me how he felt, the adoring, exhausted smile saying even more than words:
"Who do *I* love more...?"
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me...
Shane hasn't tried to talk to me any more than necessary since the night I came to his room. We see each other now and again, through work, and even at those times I try to avoid really *looking* at him. I know I won't like what I see. I also avoid looking in the mirror as much as possible. I don't like what I see there, either. I don't like the dull look in my eyes, or the sadness that lingers on my face. I've also come to loathe the way I dress. The hairstyle, the whore's makeup, the tight clothes... they make me feel so dirty and unnatural. I have to keep reminding myself that there are prices to be paid for success. That's what Dad always said.
It's been over a month since my big brother made love to me and changed the way I look at my husband, my life, and myself. Over that month I've tried as best I can to rearrange the pieces and put them back the way they were. It's been hard, and painful, but I think I've managed to do it. It's getting easier to allow Hunter to touch me, for me to be the almighty bitch that I used to be, and to feel powerful and important again. All is as it should be... right?
Right. Things are back to normal. Except now, not only do I have Hunter watching my every move like his normal, jealous self, but I now have Kurt Angle all over me. Don't get me wrong, Kurt is sweet and honorable, but he's not... God Steph, why do you even go there? I can't help thinking about this as I head out to the limo to wait for Hunter.
On the way, I pass by Shane, who is engrossed in conversation with Jesse and Sean. That's strange -- I never recalled them being that good of friends. Maybe it's just business. Through the tinted window I see Shane leave through another exit, and sigh with relief. The mere sight of him, the way he moves his hands as he talks, the dimples in his cheeks, his soft hair -- all make me want to fling myself into his arms and end this charade. Thankfully, I come to my senses again as Hunter appears in the corridor. He has a quick conversation with Sean and Jesse as well; then he's in the limo and we're off.
I smile and lean against him as I always do, because I know he likes it. Gotta keep the man happy. The ride to the hotel is short, and we're soon in our suite. As I begin to change out of my tight, uncomfortable clothes, I notice Hunter still has his leather jacket on. I look at him quizzically. "Dogg and Pac want to go out for a drink," he explains. "Don't know how long we'll be. See ya later." He gives me a quick kiss and is gone. Things are ticking in my head. Dogg and Pac... Jesse and Sean... were talking with Hunter... and were also talking with...
Almost on cue, there is a knock on the door. I have a feeling it's not Hunter coming back because he forgot his keycard. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, I walk bare-footed to the door. "Hi Shane," I say softly as I open it. I knew it was him.
"Hey Steph," he replies. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of track pants. No shoes, I notice. God, I love his toes. He's not looking at my face at the moment, but looking behind me, playing with his folded fingers. He does that when he's nervous.
"What's up?" I ask, knowing his appearance here is no coincidence.
"Can I come in?" His voice is soft and shaky. He's terrified.
So am I.
"Sure." I back away from the door and allow him entry. He stands over next to the bed, still fiddling, while I lean against the door and take a couple deep breaths before facing him.
"Steph... I can't go on like this," Shane begins, looking me in the face for the first time. I wince, being forced to confront the pain in his eyes head-on for the first time as well. I quickly avert my eyes.
"Shane, don't do this..."
He grabs my shoulders, gently but firmly, making me look at him. I don't want to. But I can't turn my eyes away. He's empassioned, he's desperate... he's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.
Shane cuts right to the quick. "This isn't even all about me, baby. You might think it is, but it's not. Look at you. You're living a lie, and for what? For power? Prestige? You don't have that with him, Steph. You're not your own woman. You're his accessory. That's it."
"No... Shane, you don't understand... I'm doing this because..." I sputter, my insides twisting in agony. It is as though he has white- hot needles and he's poking at my most sensitive areas. "Please, Shaner..."
"Steph," he asks, leaning toward me and taking my hands. His eyes are holding mine in an unbreakable spell, and his voice is soft and intense. "When was the last time you did what *Stephanie* wanted? When was the last time you did something just for yourself? When was the last time you allowed yourself to truly *feel*?"
I'm dumbstruck, staring at him silently. Even my brain is a blank. I remember what happened the last time I followed my heart. I ended up in my brother's arms for a night that changed my life forever. A night that has been nothing but trouble ever since, I then remind myself quickly. But I can't disguise the flush in my cheeks as I remember Shane whispering my name as he entered my hot, eager body...
"Give me a chance," he says, his mouth smiling a little as he surveys my reaction. My brain immediately snaps back into gear with protests and 'but's and 'what-if's. He puts a gentle finger on my lips to silence them before they even escape. "Forget it all, just for tonight, Stephy. And in the morning, you can tell me what you want, and I swear to God that it will be the last you hear of it, if that's what you want."
I bite my lip. His eyes are pleading with me, and I can tell this is something he wants worse than anything. How can I deny my brother... the man I love? How can I deny myself? I have longed for what he is offering for too long. I move into his arms, silently accepting his proposition. They enfold me, and I hear his husky voice whisper into my ear, "I love you, Stephy... and I'm going to show you how much I love you..."
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me...
He lets me in, stopping for a moment in the entryway of his room. "You can go, if you want," he says softly, answering my question. "I understand if you want to change your mind."
Strangely, there is no hesitation in my voice as I put my hands on my brother's shoulders. "No, I want this," I tell him, my voice not sounding like my own. "I want you, Shane."
We both sigh collectively as those words hang in the air between us. Suddenly, there is no air between us as our mouths press together. I immediately part my lips, needing to taste him fully -- needing to feel his tongue inside me. He wastes no time, and our tongues swirl around each other, greeting and reacquainting, as I feel his hands slip immediately under my shirt. My skin pebbles into goosebumps and I sigh into Shane's mouth. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed the feeling of his skin against mine. I want more. I need more.
Pulling away from him reluctantly, I hear him whimper and feel him grab for me. "No," I tell him, as though I'm scolding a dog. I gently push him down to the bed, his large, dark eyes staring up at me in wonder. "Let me." My voice is throaty with arousal. I had decided on the way over that if I'm going to do this, I'm going to put everything I have into it, and I'm going to give to Shane what he gave to me before. My nipples are stiff pebbles in anticipation of what I'm going to do. Shane notices them poking insistently through the thin fabric of my tank top, and licks his lips. I have never seen such desire on anyone's face in my entire life. I wish I could frame it and hang it on my wall.
Licking my own lips, I grasp the hem of my shirt and begin to ease it up, basking in my brother's rapt attention. It brushes against my already-sensitive nipples as I lift my arms over my head, causing me to involuntarily gasp. Tossing the shirt aside, I stretch my arms up, giving Shane an unobstructed view of my full breasts, my rosy nipples growing even harder and beginning to ache under his intense scrutiny. Rolling my shoulders back and keeping my back as straight as possible, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pull them over my hips, taking my lacy, cream-colored panties with them. Kicking them to the side I stand fully nude in front of my brother, noting with a smile his flushed cheeks, wet lips, and most noticeable, the large bulge in the front of his loose pants.
I skim my palms over my stomach, my eyes never leaving his. Brushing my fingertips against my nipples, I take my breasts into my hands, testing their weight. I've never been this exhibitionistic -- I'm just too self-conscious. But basking in Shane's appreciative gaze, I feel a strength and confidence fill me that I've never experienced before. I begin to pinch my nipples, throwing my head back and sighing at the intense sensation. Suddenly I feel hands pushing mine away, and massaging the firm flesh. I open my eyes, and Shane's face is mere centimeters from mine. "Let me," he whispers, his breath caressing my face as tenderly as his hands caress my breasts.
I gladly allow him access, arching my back into him as his fingers knead the flesh, flicking across my throbbing nipples now and then. I gasp his name as he does so, and he responds by lifting me onto the bed. As soon as I'm settled, he pulls his shirt off, offering my fingers his broad expanse of chest to stroke and touch. His skin is silky smooth, and I feel his own goosebumps rise under my fingertips as my mouth moves to suck gently on the tender skin of his neck. The scent of soap, shaving gel, and Polo fills my nostrils, and the salty taste of my brother's skin threatens to overwhelm me.
"Steph," he whispers, pulling away from me. I whimper in protest, then again in ecstasy as his mouth closes around one of my nipples. He sucks greedily, still with the same awe from the first time, but much more aggressive. I find to my delight that this makes my belly burn hotter, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs already. He nips and tugs at them, each sharp twinge of pain echoed by a throb down below. I feel myself slipping, falling into the delicious ecstasy, almost forgetting my resolution.
His mouth leaves my breasts, the cool air tormenting the now-wet nubs, and he begins to kiss down my body. I realize what he's going to do, and although I'm dying to feel his mouth on my clit again, I push him away. "Not yet," I smile, kissing his mouth, then pushing him to the bed, my lips kissing a leisurely path to his chest. I find one of his tiny nipples and flick my tongue at it, feeling lust swell inside of me as he moans and shudders. I continue to lick, then draw the little pearl into my mouth, sucking gently and scraping it with my teeth, then making sure the other nipple gets equal attention.
Shane is writhing, his hands restlessly roaming my back. "Steph... oh Steph..." His words spur me on, and I know what I want most of all. Sitting back, I grab hold of his pants and boxers, gently easing them over his turgid erection. The sight of him, face flushed, breathing in short gasps, his formidable erection straining toward his belly, makes my pussy clench. I want him inside of me *now.*
But first things first. I wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking the silky skin on his shaft from base to tip, lightly at first but growing firmer with each stroke. Shane gasps, arching his hips upward, murmuring something that sounds like, "God, Steph, that's so good." I then grasp the base of his erection firmly and lower my head, running my tongue over the velvety skin of his swollen glans.
"Steph! Steph, oh God, please..." Shane's eyes are screwed shut in rapture as my tongue trails down the shaft, then back up the underside, flicking the small notch at the head, feeling Shane struggle to keep still. I find myself smiling, and I can't believe it. I've done this at Hunter's demand countless times, and hated it. He demanded it, though, and demanded I become good at it. I hate the feeling of Hunter's cock gagging my throat, and I hate the bitter, salty taste of his come. Therefore it is with hesitation that I continue to swirl my tongue upwards, dipping into his slit and tasting Shane's pre-come.
To my surprise, my brother tastes musky and heady, like ambrosia. My arousal ignites anew and I greedily plunge my mouth over Shane's erection, pulling my cheeks in to apply as much suction as I can. I move my mouth deeper and deeper over him, spurred on by his soft cries of my name and his ragged breathing, until I find my nose buried in the springy curls of his pubic hair. My brother's cock is buried in my throat, and it feels wonderful.
After several moments of this, I feel Shane struggling to pull away from me. "No, Steph... I'm gonna... I can't..." he gasps, looking panicked.
I shake my head, then pull away just long enough to look into those passionate brown eyes and tell him, "This is for me, right? I want to taste you, Shaner. Come for me."
With a guttural moan he falls back, and I plunge my mouth over his organ again, my fingers cradling his heavy balls, stroking and manipulating them gently. I am finally rewarded by a high-pitched keen from my brother as he fills my mouth with his seed. I swallow all that I can, finding it surprisingly easy to do. He's delicious, and addictive. I pull away from his limp, sweaty body, licking my lips and wiping my mouth. "Steph, my god, Steph... you didn't have to..." he begins, pulling me close to him and holding me tightly.
"No... I wanted to taste you... I wanted to feel you come for me... God, Shane, it was wonderful," I choke, a little overwhelmed by what has just happened, by the fact that something so revolting with my husband can be so amazing with my brother. It confirms yet again the thing I fear most: nobody can love me like my brother, and I can love nobody like I love Shane.
"You're shaking," he whispers, his large hands stroking possessively over my body.
Am I? His words finally bring me to an awareness of myself, where before I was completely focused on Shane. Yes, I am shaking. Shaking from arousal, from anticipation of having Shane inside me again. He realizes this, I think, because his hand skims over my abdomen, leaving a burning trail as he parts my soaking wet folds and inserts a finger. "Mmm, yesss.... oh Shane..."
Those are the last words I manage before my brain explodes in a frenzy of white-hot bliss. I feel a finger penetrate me, twisting and massaging the sweet spot inside me, and I gasp. It's joined by another finger, stretching and filling me, and I arch my hips up into his hand, begging for more. I'm rewarded when I feel his thumb brush the sentitive knot of nerves at the top of my crease. Lights explode around me, and I hear a voice that sounds vaguely like mine moaning Shane's name, begging him for more.
My orgasm tears through me, and I feel as though I'm going to faint. Shane's mouth covering mine saves me, however, and our tongues spar aggressively as aftershocks course through my body. I feel Shane's erection again, pressing into my thigh, and I know I can wait no longer. "Now," I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stares down at me, eyes almost black with passion, skin shimmering with sweat.
"I'll be gentle, Stephy," he whispers as he moves to enter me. I hold my hand up on his chest, and he turns surprised eyes to mine.
"Don't you dare," I told him. Confusion flashes across his face and he opens his mouth to protest.
"I want all of you, Shane. Everything you can give me, I want to take. Don't you dare hold back." My voice is shaky, as my body feels like jell-o from the last orgasm. Shane nods, and positions himself, his eyes locking on mine like they had the first time. I'm mesmerized. Then, my world shatters as my brother buries himself to the hilt within me. I cry out, and Shane's mouth covers mine to stifle my screams as he begins to pound into me relentlessly.
It is the most agonizingly intense sensation I've ever felt, and no words can come close to describing the ceaseless waves of ecstasy that wash over me as I thrust my hips upward to meet my brother, until my body convulses in an intense climax, then another. They keep coming, building on one another until my brother rears back, mouth agape, eyes screwed shut, shuddering as his release overwhelms him. Sobbing uncontrollably, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him to me, holding him inside me, never wanting to let him go.
"Stephy, oh my god," Shane whispers, holding me close to his body, calming me with his hands and his kisses. "You're okay... I've got you, baby girl... I love you... shh, I'm here... I've got you..." His voice soothes me and comforts me like nothing else could. I cling to him, trying to breathe, trying to regain my composure. "I love you, Shane," I sob over and over, the very words a comfort to me. "I know, baby girl, I know," he replies, still stroking my back. "Just breathe... it's okay... "
It's as we're laying together, sweaty, exhausted, and completely contented, that I finally admit to myself what Shane has known since we were first together. I love my brother, in more ways than I ever thought it possible to love a man. He's my brother, my best friend, and a lover unlike anything I've ever experienced. I know that no matter who I'd find, they would never measure up to Shane. He will take care of me, he'll keep me warm, he'll love me, he'll give me all the passion I can handle. He's all I ever need. He's my everything.
Now no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing...
I sit backstage, smiling nervously as I watch Shane wrestle Steve Blackman on the monitor. I finger the gold charm around my neck, a claddaugh, knowing that Shane is wearing his as well. We never take them off. They're our commitment to each other, symbolizing friendship, love, and faithfulness.
Shane ended up having a long talk with Kurt Angle, and discovered to his surprise that Kurt is gay. He was merely trying to use me to get to Hunter and psych him out. This facilitated a meeting between Shane, Kurt, and I, where I explained that I really had no interest in Hunter either, and I would be more than willing to leave him for Kurt... We agreed to form a business relationship, and this time I *know* it's not going to get out of hand. Kurt is a sweetheart and a gentleman. He also doesn't ask questions.
So in the past couple of weeks, Kurt and I have been slowly messing with Hunter's mind, driving him insane, culminating in a delicious little kiss after I got knocked off the ring apron in a match. And as Hunter and I grow further apart, Shane and I grow closer together. We share hotel rooms now, and I sleep in my brother's arms every night. I can't imagine my life without him like this. I don't want to.
I'm snapped out of my reverie as I see Shane begin to scale the scaffolding on the side of the video screen. Oh shit, this is the part I've been dreading. I run as fast as I can to the curtain, wanting to be right there as soon as he's stretchered off. He jumps, and I find myself watching in horror as he seems to fall forever. Finally he hits, and Blackman jumps afterward, getting the merciful pin. Seconds tick by like hours until Shane is finally back here and I can see him myself.
"Shaner! God, are you okay?" I ask, hovering over him. He coughs a little -- obviously the wind has been knocked out of him. His eyes finally open, a bit dazed, but he smiles immediately as they focus on me. "I am now," he whispers, squeezing my hand as they take him to the trainer's to be checked out.
I'm a bit distracted the rest of the night, but still manage to eject myself enough in the main event to get clobbered by Hunter, and carried off by Kurt, who's had his bell rung as well. He carries me to the training room, and there's Shane, stretched out on one of the benches. "Hey," I say groggily as the trainer begins to check my pupils for reaction. Shane gets up and comes over to hold my hand as Kurt, the sweetheart that he is, also looks on with concern. The trainer pronounces me fine, and Shane helps me off the table.
"So, you leaving?" Kurt asks me as we stand at the door.
"Yeah," I grin. "If Hunter asks... I'm going to the... hospital. Yeah, the hospital. With Shane. He looks like he needs some attention." Shane gives one of his patented Puppy Dog Looks, and we both quickly make our escape from the arena to the waiting limo, fingers intertwined.
"Yeah, I need some attention," Shane tells me as he pulls me into his lap and kisses me deeply. I return the kiss enthusiastically, thinking that we're both going to have to celebrate tonight. Life is good now. I'm as good as free from Hunter's tyranny, and about to ally myself with Shane and Kurt, to claim my true place in the WWF as one of its owners, rather than just an accessory. People are already in fear of us as a duo in the ring, but what they don't realize is that our power comes from the amazing things we share outside of it, something they would never understand. Then again, we're the only ones who have to.
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing.