by K R Bicknell
“The attic room. That’s where Jacob and I sleep. I figured he might have some condoms stashed there and I was right. Jackpot!” He is holding a string of packets.
“Oh.” I calm down and then get excited in a different way.
“You think that’s enough?” I ask teasingly.
He laughs and pulls me into the bedroom. “Depends how long we stay.”
“Are they really all Jacob’s?” I ask.
He laughs and slides under the covers.
“You took too long, now we have to start all over.” I say with a pout.
“Yes, but this time we finish.” He says as he grabs me.
I love this new teasing banter we have.
It takes no time for us to become ready and I’ve realized that kissing really helps.
It doesn’t hurt at all when he slides in but he still pauses and looks at me in concern.
“I’m okay, Caleb.” I reassure him.
“I’m gonna make sure you are.” He says.
He goes slow and gently this time to the point that eventually I’m begging, screaming for faster and harder. Finally, he complies, pounding into me hard and fast. The bed creaks loudly under us and the headboard knocks against the wall but I don’t care. My soft moans are becoming louder and high pitched as every cell in my body is crying for the peak. I come harder and more explosively this time pretty sure I’ve burst into star fragments when I come down and my heart finally slows. He is not on top of me anymore but lies next to me, catching his breath. I am still feeling too happy and loose so I put an arm around him and snuggle in. But I do have a small doubt.
“Do you hate this?” I ask not looking up at his face.
“There is nothing that happened in the last half hour that I hate.” He says.
“No, this, the snuggling, cuddling.” I say.
He is silent for a minute and then he says, “No.” That’s it, nothing more. I decide to take what I can get and am anyways too tired to worry about it. I fall asleep and wake up feeling really, really good. ‘They should market this.’ I think. But no wait, they already did. The oldest profession in the world, right? The morning sun streams in from a wide window all over the bed. Caleb is deep asleep. I pull the covers over his bare chest after placing a light kiss in the middle. For a minute I watch him sleep. I want to put my arms around that beautiful body and snuggle in again, warm and cocooned in his smell. But I don’t. I go into the bathroom, rinse my mouth, and take a really hot shower. I thank god for the luxury of hot water and scented soap. I step out wrapped in a large fluffy towel and he is awake and watching me.
“Wondered how long it would take you to wash off my scent.” He says, his voice low and rumbly from sleep.
“That’s not the reason I did it.” I say crawling up the bed as my towel drops open. I kiss him and then he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me under him.
“You can’t escape me now, with your skin all cool and clean and smelling like soap.” He says as his hands warm up my skin in a different way. “I’ll have to dirty you up again.”
“How you gonna do that?” I mumble into his neck.
“Just watch me.” His hands lift up my legs to fold at the knees and up higher.
Morning sex is a whole other entity. The sun was bright, lighting us all up. There was no place for me to hide. I couldn’t even close my eyes. “Look at me.” His favorite phrase. I did. I was infatuated with his light golden winter skin and the dark dusting of hair. I couldn’t help wondering if anyone else had worshipped his body like this. It didn’t matter. He was mine now, at least for now, today, however long this lasted. He studied my body too, tracing his fingers everywhere lightly and then molding harder with his palms. This time it was slow and meditative as if we were committing each other to memory. Maybe we were. I didn’t rush him at all. It hit me with surprise when it happened. My orgasm, bright and blinding. He wasn’t even close to his. But it was okay because he brought me to the peak again finally touching me down there so I could come again, with him.
We were still recovering, both of us panting, this time he was still on top of me, his face buried in my still damp hair when I heard a sound.
“What the fuck?” Jacob’s voice called from downstairs. “Brother! You here?”
Caleb moved off of me to flop back on the bed. I scrambled up and covered myself with a sheet.
“It’s okay.” He said softly, pulling me close again.
“No, it’s not!” I whispered furiously.
“Hey, Brother!” Jacob was coming up the stairs now, “Where is Hannah?” He opened the door. I covered my head with the sheet.
There was silence. Too much of it.
“What the fuck did you do?” I hear Jacob shouting, at the same time Caleb says “Get back downstairs.” In a voice that is too calm and cool.
“No!” Jacob yells, “Where is Hannah?”
I pull the sheet down off my head. There is my best friend staring at me incredulously.
“Fuck.” He says softly, then turns and runs down the stairs.
“Oh no.” Caleb says and hurries off the bed and into his boxers before running after him.
“What the fuck did you do?” I hear Jacob yell again and then the sound of something hitting flesh.
“How could you?” He cries and another thwack!
I slide out of bed, my limbs feeling like molasses again and try as I can still manage to move too slow. I put on my underwear, pants, and hoodie and then run downstairs barefoot.
Jacob is pounding into Caleb and crying. While Caleb just stands there not stopping him.
“How could you? How the fuck could you?” He keeps repeating.
“I didn’t do anything she didn’t consent to, Brother.” Caleb says in between grunts.
“She can’t consent! Don’t you know? She can’t say no to you!” Jacob cries. I grab him from the back my hands around his waist and try to pull back. He stops and wipes his face with his arm.
“Jacob, Jacob please!” I say softly.
“Why?” He says in a broken voice, standing still and panting. I don’t let go of him.
“You know why.” I say into his back.
“Don’t you fucking say you love him.” He says.
“I won’t.” I say.
He takes a deep breath and another. I’m still holding him tight.
“I’m gonna go put on some clothes.” I hear Caleb say.
“You know I hate you.” Jacob says to him.
“Yeah.” Caleb replies before going back upstairs. I let go of Jacob.
He turns around to face me.
“I love you first. I love you most.” I tell him because it’s true.
“He’ll break your heart.” He says.
“Only if I give it to him.” I say.
He shakes his head and envelopes me in a hug. “Too late, Little Sister.” He whispers into my ear and I pray to God he’s wrong.
By the time Caleb gets downstairs all showered and dressed, Jacob is sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar and I have figured out and turned on the coffee machine.
“What’re we doing for breakfast?” Caleb asks.
“Not sure, I got coffee brewing but there aren’t really breakfast foods in the fridge.”
“There’s a general store down in that town.” Jacob says, still pouting.
“Yeah, pretty sure it’ll be closed right now.” Caleb says, then taps his arm, “You still mad at me?”
“Yup.” He says not looking at his brother.
Caleb looks at him and then fiddles with his phone. The coffee is done so I pour them both cups before pouring one for myself and take a large sip of the nectar. I am all sore and achy this morning and will take all the help I can get.
“There’s a McDonalds there. I guess I’ll go. You guys know what you want?” Caleb asks.
“Ooh, a sausage Mcgriddle with egg.” I say, “And a hashbrown, maybe two Mcgriddles.”
“Hungry much?” He says smirking at his phone. �
��What the hell is a Mcgriddle?”
“Ooh, it’s like they put pancakes around the sausage, filled with syrup.” I say. It’s been forever since I had one.
He gives me a look.
“I’ll have one too.” Jacob says. I put up two fingers. “Two.” He says.
“You guys are sick.” Caleb says and leaves. I grin after him.
“You look too happy.” Jacob scowls at me. “Makes me want to puke.”
“Don’t.” I point at him, “Don’t start.”
Jacob
Fucking shit!
I knew this would happen! Knew it.
I sit there at home, going crazy the whole night, not knowing where she is or if she’s safe and then I walk in to this?
Fuck.
I don’t blame her. I blame him.
He shouldn’t have taken advantage of her like this.
Of course she’s gonna ask for it, she’s in love with him, but he should’ve known better.
He’s gonna use her and then throw her away like he does every girl.
I’m so fucking angry, I think my brain is steaming.
Hope he rots in hell for this.
Yeah, I know he’s my brother but he’s a grade A asshole.
Hannah
“Hey, Brother!” Caleb calls from outside.
We both make our way to the door. The outside air is chilly, frosty, and feels good on my heated face.
“Did you seriously ride your bike all the way here?” Caleb is standing on the driveway between the Escalade and a green and white motorcycle.
“What else was I supposed to do?” Jacob yells, standing beside me in the doorway, “I’m not allowed to drive the cars and this girl calls me last night, tells me she needs a ride and then nothing, no word and you both disappear. I go fucking nuts! I have to wait till the parental authority gets home at midnight to find out you brought her here. So, soon as daylight hits I make my way.”
“I’m sorry.” I tell him, “I...I don’t know where my phone is.” I realize.
Caleb opens the passenger door of the SUV and pulls out my bag.
“Can I trust you to stay here and keep her safe?” he asks Jacob as he walks up and hands me the bag. Jacob frowns.
“Lock both doors, stay inside.” Caleb says to me, “And Brother, you see anyone come near the cabin, you know where the rifle is.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Jacob says.
“I’ll tell him.” I tell Caleb, “Now go, I’m starving.”
He comes close and lays his lips on mine, for too short a second. I inhale deeply, and then he’s walking away.
Jacob and I go inside. I lock the door and lean against it. He goes inside a cupboard next to the door and pulls out a large rifle.
“Talk.” He says as he inspects it.
I move inside and take my phone out of my bag. “My Dad showed up.” I say.
“What? Here?”
“No, Charlottesville.”
“That’s the dipshit who hit your mom? Wait, did he hurt you?”
“No. No. He grabbed me though but then Caleb was there and he beat him up. Bad.” I have my arms wrapped around me now and am pacing.
“That’s okay then.” He says and looks at me warily. I tell him everything including what Caleb heard him say.
By the time I’m done, I’m shaking again and he holds me tighter. “You know no one is getting to you here, right?”
“Caleb said, he told your dad that we’re not coming home till he’s behind bars.”
“Well, Brother may be an asshole but he’s a good guy.”
“Come.” I move back and walk to the kitchen, “I need another cup of coffee.”
We talk some more and when I mention that I would’ve loved some cream in my coffee, Jacob texts his brother to get some and then we end up sending him a whole list of groceries.
Jacob and I are talking on the couch when Caleb returns.
“Oh thank God, I am past starving.” I run up and grab the bags from him and walk back to the kitchen area.
“Dad called.” I hear him say behind me.
I freeze and turn around, “What did he say?” I ask.
“He told the cops and they’re looking for him.” he says. Why is he still standing in the foyer? “But they need you to go in and make an official complaint to actually bring charges against him.”
I look at him as I’m putting away the groceries. I had felt an automatic loosening of my chest when he’d entered the cabin but it looks like he had no such feeling.
“I told him no.” he says staring at me.
“Caleb.” I say.
“No,” he says as he steps closer, “I have no idea who his friends are or what they look like but they might know you. I’m not taking you back.”
I walk up to him, wrap my arms around his waist, and bury my face in the crook of his neck. He stands stiff as a statue.
“Caleb,” I say again, “Baby,” I kiss his neck. He exhales. “I want to put him away for good, and if this is what it takes. I’m not gonna be in any danger, I’ll have you, and Jacob, and the whole police department, right?”
His arms tighten around me. “Tomorrow.” He agrees, “Give me today, tonight. We’ll go back tomorrow.” he says.
“Okay.” I whisper and kiss him. I need the comfort of his mouth. He grabs the back of my head and dives in and I feel my heart fill up.
Soon I hear choking, no gagging from behind me.
“Go find a bedroom.” Jacob says, “No wait, don’t, I’d still hear it.”
I separate from Caleb and find my breakfast. I look up from my sandwich to see Caleb swat his little brother on the back of his head.
“Stop acting like a virgin pussy. I’ve seen you do much worse.” He says.
“I’m not disappointed with you, it’s Hannah. You could have done so much better.” he tells me with his mouth full.
“I like him.” I say with a smile, “He’s pretty.”
Caleb looks up from his food to give me a frown. I grin back.
We spend a quiet day in the cabin. Talking, laughing and even with the looming anxiety of the future, I was the happiest I ever remember being, before or since then. Even now, years later I look back on that day as the happiest in my life. I made lunch. The boys were shocked to find out that I could cook, even though it was only canned soup and sandwiches. Afterward we sat on the couch and Jacob turned on basketball on the tv.
I didn’t know the teams or the players though I figured it was the NBA championships or ‘March Madness’. Caleb was stretched out on the recliner and Jacob and I were on the couch. I was comfortable and sleepy, the boys' voices droning around me in a haze.
Jacob kept criticizing one of the players.
“Shit, he lost it again! What the fuck is wrong with him?” he yelled way too loudly.
“Just having an off day.” Caleb mumbled in his deep timbre.
“During the championship?”
“Yeah, I did, remember.”
“Even on your off day, you played better than that!” Jacob insisted. “Man, I don’t know why you won’t play professionally you could teach them.”
“Not my thing, Bro.”
“Yeah, but the money, the chicks, that is the lifestyle!”
“The douchebag life’s not for me. But you could do it.”
“I would!” Jacob said, “I would so enjoy it.”
“Then do it. Next year, just work a little harder, Dude. The scouts come in February.”
“You think I could really do it, Bro? Play pro-ball.”
“Oh yeah, just work for it.” Caleb says.
“You won’t be here next year.” Jacob muses.
“Mmm, hmm.”
After a little nap on the couch, I got up and started tinkering in the kitchen. There really wasn’t that much to do here and I wished I’d had a book. Caleb was fast asleep in his recliner, Jacob was antsy to go out.
“Caleb says no one goes out, remember?” I tell him as I fill a l
arge pot with water. I saw some pasta and bottled sauce in the cupboard so plan on spaghetti for dinner.
“Yeah, well who made him the boss? Except for you, he’s the boss of your pussy right?” he says fiddling on his phone on a stool at the bar.
“Shut up.” I say, “Why don’t you text your homies or something?”
“My homies are partying it up at Annabelle, um Queen B’s house, and you know what’s guaranteed at her house?”
“No, what?”
“Pussy. Lot’s of it.”
“You’re sick.”
“Seriously, you say that, now that you’re getting your regular dose of vitamin D?”
“Shut up, Brother.” Caleb walks up and whacks his head again.
Jacob grins and leaves.
I put the pot on the stove and light it. I’m grabbed from behind with strong arms and a tousled head nuzzles my neck.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“Making dinner. Mmm, you smell like sleep.”
“Thinking of taking a shower, wanna join me?”
“No.”
“Why not? You’re dirty and I scrub real good.” His voice is lazy and suggestive.
I grin.
“No. Your brother’s here.”
“So? He knows what’s up.”
“Nothing is up.” I turn around and push him back.
“Really?” he says and looks threatening. Then he turns me and lifts me up so I’m sitting on the counter. He bends over and latches his mouth to my neck, sucking hard. My bones turn to mush.
“Tell me it’s not throbbing down there, where I want to be.” he says.
“Caleb.” I say, not wanting to lie. My arms have automatically come around his shoulders.
“Come upstairs with me.” he says and my body protests.
“I have a pot on the stove.” I say and kiss his lips.
I pull back and he reaches in again and I concede for a minute.
“So do I.” he says, “and it’s ready to boil over and I’d rather boil over inside you.”
I laugh, “You’re ridiculous.”
He pulls back, “I’ll give you fifteen minutes and if you’re not there in time, I’m taking care of it myself.” he threatens.
He leaves and I jump off and will the water to boil quickly. I’m acting like a fool, I know, a stupid sex-crazed fool but I can’t resist the man.
Finally, only a couple of minutes later, I give up, turn off the stove and run upstairs, yelling at Jacob, “Dinner’s going to be late.”