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Birmingham hadn’t been Roman’s first choice of location for a birthday party. It wouldn’t even have made the top 5, if he was being honest with himself. And yet, there he was, sitting at a bar in this godforsaken country of people with bad accents and worse teeth, far too sober for someone who’d rented out an entire club for his 21st birthday, and growing increasingly agitated as night turned into early morning. Fuck, if the bartender shot one more pointed look towards his empty glass, he was going to get an earful.
Someone slid into the seat next to him, and Roman was about to tell them off when the glint of ginger hair caught his eye. It was Shiv—the first and only family member who’d made it to his party. She gestured the bartender over and ordered two of her usual—whiskey, rocks. She slid the second one over to Roman.
“Glad I didn’t miss the festivities,” Shiv said dryly, glancing around the dwindling occupants of the club. “How’s mom? Sorry I missed her.”
Roman pointedly avoided meeting Shiv’s eyes as he replied, “she’s still caught up with work. She’ll make it, though.”
Roman didn’t need to look at Shiv’s face to see the sneer on her face as she replied.
“Work. Really? Are you sure it wasn’t that she just couldn’t be bothered? She didn’t make it to Ken’s 21st either.”
Roman bristled, finally looking up at Shiv to glare at her.
“Shut up. Don’t be an asshole. She’s coming, okay? She wouldn’t miss this. Not for me.”
Shiv rolled her eyes.
“Right, sorry for questioning your precious mother-son bond which totally isn’t weird or Freudian at all.”
Sarcasm dripped from her voice as she sipped her drink, a smirk on her face. Roman seethed as he blurted out the first retort that came to mind.
“You’re one to talk, little miss daddy issues.”
Shiv just took another drink, unbothered.
“At least I’m not afraid to admit I’m a daddy’s girl. Frankly I think we’d all be better off if you just admitted how bad you want to fuck mom.”
Roman’s face reddened as he downed his drink in one go, feeling the burn of alcohol as it slid down his throat. He slammed the glass back onto the bar, glaring at Shiv in fury. As much as he despised it, her words caused his dick to stir. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t escape Shiv’s notice.
“Oh my god, you sicko. Did that actually give you a boner? Is there anyone in our family you don’t want to fuck?”
Shiv’s tone of voice remained just as cutting, but suddenly, there was a slight flush to her cheeks, and she crossed one leg over the other as she leaned in closer.
“Since mommy dearest isn’t here, I guess I’ll have to step in for tonight…”
Roman scoffed, pushing away from the bar and standing up. He needed to distance himself from Shiv and her provocative comments. He knew she was only trying to get under his skin, but it was working a little too well.
“You’re disgusting, Shiv. Go home. Party’s over.”
Shiv threw her head back and laughed. “And yet, here you are, getting all hot and bothered by my teasing. Don’t worry, I won’t tell mommy.”
Roman felt a rush of anger and embarrassment, but he couldn’t deny the heat coursing through his body at the thought of Shiv playing the role of his mother for the night.
“I’m leaving,” Roman said firmly, grabbing his jacket and heading for the exit.
Shiv followed him, a smirk still etched across her face. “Leaving so soon? I thought mom was on her way.”
Roman didn’t respond, just continued walking out to his car. Shiv caught up to him, her heels clicking on the pavement as she walked.
“Come on, Ro. Don’t be such a killjoy. Let’s have some fun. I’ll take care of you just like mom.”
Shiv invaded his space, her hand trailing down his arm. “What’s the matter, little mama’s boy? Is mommy not giving you enough attention?”
Roman’s resolve crumbled in an instant, and before he could stop himself, a whimper escaped his mouth, and in that moment he knew he’d lost the game. A cruel grin spread across Shiv’s face as he gave her the confirmation she’d been pushing for.
“You’re disgusting,” Roman muttered again, trying to push her away.
But Shiv was relentless, her hands wandering down his chest as she whispered in his ear, “But you love it, don’t you? You love how wrong it is. You’re the sick one for getting off on this.”
Roman was painfully hard by now, dizzy with the effort it took to keep himself from rutting up against Shiv as she pressed herself against him. Shiv threw his efforts out the window when she shoved him up against his car, pressing one of her thighs between his legs and smiling when he rolled his hips against it.
“There you go, Ro-Ro. Let mommy help you feel good,” she goaded him on. Roman screwed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the fact that looking at his sister’s face was turning him on even more. Shiv took advantage of his vulnerable state, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I bet you’ve been dreaming of this. Of me being your mommy for the night.”
Roman let out a groan, his control slipping away as Shiv continued to tease and taunt him. He didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. A part of him had always been drawn to their mother, craving her attention and love. And now, Shiv was using that against him, making him crave the touch of his own sister.
“Please,” he begged, not even sure what he was begging for. All he knew was that he needed release, and he didn’t care who gave it to him at this point.
“Please what, baby?” Shiv purred, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a devious glint in her eye. “Do you want mommy to touch you? To kiss you? To make you feel good?”
Roman nodded frantically, too far gone to care about the consequences. With a smirk, Shiv reached down and unzipped his pants, sliding her hand inside and wrapping it around his throbbing length. Roman let out a moan, his head tipping back against the car as she began to stroke him. It was all too much, too overwhelming, and before he knew it, he was coming in Shiv’s hand with a loud cry.
Shiv pulled away from him, her hand glistening with his come as she licked her fingers clean. Roman was left standing there, slouched against the car, feeling small and dirty and disgusted with himself for letting his sister bring out this side of him.
“Happy birthday, Roman,” Shiv said, looking like the cat who got the cream. “See you next year.”