“After cumming as hard as I just did, I have a feeling you’re trying to send me up to heaven, moving your hips like that. I thought you were a virgin”, he comments.
“I am. But I know what a man likes”, I tell him, thinking that’s something a porn star would be scripted to say in my situation.
I continue moving my hips in a circular motion until I feel the moment coming for me. For the second time in my life, I feel the world around me disappear and waves of red-hot pleasure washing over me, making my body pulse along with the rhythm of my heartbeat.
“I’m almost there”, I tell him.
“Shit, yes. I might cum a second time.”
No time to think about how selfish his response to my announcement was. The moment is here. My heart is making my whole bodies quake, but the shaking is concentrated mostly on my legs and tits. Declan watches my chest bounce uncontrollably while the walls of my vagina close tightly in on his engorged member. My legs start to clench over his.
Then it happens.
Not only do I find myself reaching the climactic moment of sex, but I find a thick substance forming between Declan and I.
“Wow. You… You didn’t just cum. You creamed”, he says, surprised.
I hop off of his dick, too quickly, immediately falling on the floor. I apologize profusely for having creamed on top of him but he laughs it off.
“It’s totally fine. More than that, actually. I’ve never been with someone who creamed themselves while we fucked. It’s actually really hot”, he says. “Now, uh, how about we clean ourselves up?”
After cleaning up, he seems content. I, on the other, am anxious. Every inch of me wants him to ask me to stay. That would truly remedy everything. He basically told me to get out of his place last time we had sex, it only makes sense that he should make a thing of asking me to stay this time around.
But instead, Declan just smiles, yawns, and turns to his side for a good night’s sleep.
If he doesn’t want me to stay, it stands to reason that he wants me to leave. I hate referring to myself as a fool, but I do it more and more often as of late. Probably because I keep making shitty decisions like fucking Declan immediately after he apologized, saying that’s not all he wanted from me. What a liar.
Not even a good night kiss, or a turn in my direction so we could cuddle. How am I supposed to take his apology seriously when he just goes and does the thing that split us up in the first place? I bet he pulled that apology right out of his ass. He has no idea why I was upset and just wanted to get me in his bed again.
Being in bed with him is a great experience but I’m more than fine with never experiencing it again if it means having to deal with this bullshit afterwards each time.
For the second of two times, I storm out of Declan’s place. The walk of shame. But I don’t feel shame as much as I feel fury. Fury and betrayal... And confusion.
Maybe I’m not meant to have a romantic relationship with Declan. He offers some good sex but I don’t have to be in a relationship with him in order to take advantage of that service. While I’m fucking him, I could be on a dating app looking for someone to actually date and be with. Not someone who’s going to waste my time and his own money.
I get an Uber to drive me back to my place so I can actually get some proper rest. Angry as I was, I was able to fall asleep rather easily. Unfortunately, I was woken up in the worst possible way. A loud, hard, repetitive knock on my door. I drag myself out of bed and open the door. Still not fully awake, I squint to get a more clear look at my visitor.
“Miranda”, I exclaim. “What are you doing here?”
“Just visiting my dear step sis”, she says as she walks into my home, uninvited.
I slam the door behind me and sit down on my couch next to one of my sleeping cats. “I’m serious, Miranda. What are you doing here?”
“How long have you known Declan”, she asks, avoiding my question.
“How… What business is that of yours? How do you even--”
She smiles. “I saw you two together last night. Eating. Laughing. Dressed up. Seemed like you two were having a good time. So you finally have a boyfriend, huh?”
I repeat, “What are you doing here, Miranda? What do you want?”
“I just want to know how your date went. Did you have sex with him? Did you finally lose that pesky virginity of yours? Or did you two just kiss and call it a night?”
There’s a look in her eye that says she’s brewing something. She knows something I don’t and wants me to blow up before she tells me what it is.
“Get out of my house”, I demand.
“This is an apartment, not a house”, she deviously retorts. “And I’m not leaving until you give me some hot details on what happened last night.”
“Why do you care”, I shout. “What is it you actually came here to tell me?”
Miranda sits down next to me and stares into my soul, never breaking her smile. “I know you and Amber talk every now and again, but don’t you ever talk about me? I know Dad talks to Amber a lot about what goes on in my life. She should at least know who Declan is.”
“What are you saying?”
“Oh, Callie. You’re getting my sloppy seconds. Declan and I were an item for… some time. Didn’t he tell you about me?”
“He told me he dated a huge bitch he hates now”, I grumble, unable to contain my rage.
This entire time I’ve been dating -- no, fucking someone who dated one of the worst people I’ve ever met. My hands start shaking at the thought of him and Miranda in bed together. Miranda notices this and starts cackling like some sort of Bond villain.
“Don’t tell me this is the first you’re hearing of us. That’s impossible.”
“Not only is this the first I'm hearing of it. This is all I want to hear about it. Please, leave”, I angrily insist.
She refuses to leave, increasing my anger exponentially. Every second she remains seated next to me has me thinking of the many household items I could use to throw at her until she finally leaves and the ones I could use as a shield.
“You don’t want to hear about the hot nights we used to have? I mean, if there’s one thing he’s good for, it’s definitely dicking. There were some days we spent doing nothing but fucking, it was--”
“SHUT UP, MIRANDA!!’
Her smile finally breaks.
“You know, last night I was wondering if he’d leave your table to come say something to me. I know he saw me. And then, I started thinking, could it be possible that the only reason he’s come back out into the real world is to get back with me?”
“Oh, get over yourself”, I sneer.
“Think about it, Callie. He’s dating you. You of all people. My own step sister. You think he didn’t know this? Why would he be doing that unless he was thinking of trying to win me back. He can’t just come back into my life. He needs to have a reason. And what better reason than accidentally seeing me again when you decide to introduce him to our family. Doesn’t that make a bit… or a lot more sense than a rich guy coming out of nowhere to date a random baker?”
“You’re done”, I assert.
“I’m done here. But I might not be done with him”, she whispers as she gets up from the couch.
“What in the goddamn hell do you mean by that?”
Again, she cracks her devious smile. “That little boy is wrapped around my finger whether he knows it or not. I’ll let you have fun with him for now, but don’t think that I can’t get him back by just asking him.”
Driven purely by anger, I grab an unused candle by its top and throw it as hard as I can at Miranda’s head. She screams in response, calling me all sorts of names as she starts walking towards the door, but none of them hit my radar. I’m seeing red and all I want is for that skank to leave the only place I can go to hide from the outside world and people like her.
With the door slammed closed, my blood pressure started going back to normal. I picked the candle off the ground,
kicking some of the wax flakes underneath my rug and setting it back down on the table. I can’t believe I acted like such a child and threw something at Miranda. She deserved it, no doubt, but I could have kicked her out of my place in a more mature manner.
Now that she’s gone, I have nobody to talk to. My only source of companionship is my cats and they don’t do much for me in terms of conversation. I could call Sheila but she’s probably doing her own thing right now.
I need help, though. Advice. Miranda isn’t lying about having been with Declan. I can tell by the way she was so eager to rile me up before admitting it.
When Declan and I met, it was completely random. I don’t think there’s any way he could have known that I was Miranda’s stepsister. If he didn’t know that while he was dating Miranda, how would he know that now? He told me that his sister’s baby shower was the first time he had stepped out into society in months, and I doubt that those months he spent as a shut-in were spent looking up who he could date to get back with Miranda, that’s ludicrous.
Talking to myself isn’t going to give me any answers.
I grab my phone and call Declan.
“Hey, you want to meet up for lunch today? We have a lot to talk about.”
Chapter 7 - Declan
If she’s give me the cold shoulder each time we meet, I’m really not going to have a lot of fun in this relationship until we’re in bed. I’ve been sitting in front of her for two minutes while we wait for our drinks, and all she’s said to me is, “Hello, Declan. Glad you could make it.”
She didn’t respond to anything I said after that. Until our drinks arrive.
“Fuck. I… I’m not going… I was going to throw this tea at you but… I already attacked someone today, I won’t make this a habit of mine”, she says wearily.
“You attacked someone today?”
“Yes. Miranda. You know her, right?”
Miranda. Fuck. What does she have to do with anything. She attacked Miranda? How did they even meet? I should stop asking myself these questions and fucking ask her every single query I have bouncing around my head. But I have to make sure that I don’t come off as defensive, that’ll make it seem like I’m hiding something from her.
“Yes, I know Miranda. You attacked her? Why would you do that? Don’t you know who she is?”
“I know she’s your ex. But I don’t want to believe that you’re dating me just to get to her”, Callie whimpers.
“Dating you to… Okay, I thought you brought me here so we could talk about why you left last night without saying a word, but we’re here so you could grill me about wanting to get back with the she-demon who sent me into a hellish depression by dating you?”
“Well, are you?!”
“No! Callie, I would never do that. I have no interest in being with Miranda. She was horrible to me and ruined me in more ways than you can imagine”, I explain.
If I really want her to believe this, I have to make sure she knows that I want nothing to do with Miranda. I want to ask her more about how she even knows her but it’s better to end this conversation sooner than later.
“When I dumped Miranda, that was the end of any interest I’d ever have in her. Even if she comes crawling back, I won’t take her back. She’s not a good person. You are. Why would I want to be with her when I could be with you?”
Callie rests her head on her hands. “Oh shit. I… I am so sorry to accuse you of something so dumb. You told me how much you hated her but somehow she convinced me that… I’m sorry.”
“Now can we talk about why you left last night? I thought things were going-- Hal? Hal is that you?!”
No doubt about it. That’s Hal in his stupid Hawaiian shirt he thinks makes him look fancy waving at me with a goofy, carefree grin slapped on that big red face of his. Taryn walks out of the store he’s waiting in front of and points me out to her. The two of them walk over and join us at the table. Shit. Callie didn’t even have to find a way out of answering my question, I found one for her.
The waiter notices that two more people have joined our party and walks over to us to take the Hal and Taryn’s orders. Hal orders a big plate of food; steak frites, while Taryn orders some french toast with strawberries and whipped cream.
“Hey, you’re… Callie, right”, Hal asks. “From the baby shower? You made that cake?”
Callie puts on a happy face and nods politely. “That’s me. What are you two up to?”
“Just fartin’ around, shopping for some baby clothes, nothing too special”, he answers. “How about you two? Lunch date?”
Taryn shuts her eyes, embarrassed that Hal has no impulse control and will just say whatever pops into that stupid brain of his. “If you two are on a date, we don’t mean to intrude. We should have asked before ordering, I’m so sorry.”
“Nonsense”, I tell them. “You’re family. And you’ll be seeing more of Callie so why not get to know her a bit better now, right?”
This should get me some brownie points. Including her into a family gathering is a sure fire way to help her realize that I don’t see her as just a booty call. Despite our rather rough meetings, I can’t help but be uncontrollably attracted to her. I don’t want to just fuck her. I want to get to know more about her. On a real level. Like what I had with Miranda, only I don’t get fucked over and find out that what we had wasn’t ever real and she was just trying to destroy me for no reason.
Callie takes this challenge and warmly receives my sister and Hal.
“We might be family in the future, so why not get some one on one time now”, she says with a toothy grin.
“You know, I can already tell that you’re a lot nicer than Miranda”, Hal says off-handedly.
Taryn and I share a look of disapproval that goes completely ignored by Hal’s oblivious self. She nudges Hal’s side and gives him a stern look, letting him know to not speak as often throughout this luncheon.
“You know, funny you should mention Miranda because we were just talking about her”, Callie mentions.
Shit. She turned it back to me.
“Why on Earth are you talking about her? She was dreadful, and that’s… a nice way of putting it”, Taryn says with a disgusted voice.
Now, I hate Miranda. But Taryn HATES Miranda.
The entire time we were going out, Taryn made it no secret that she bore nothing but hatred towards Miranda. She often reminded me that I was too good for Miranda, or that Miranda had a black hole where her heart should be. I should have listened to Taryn. Hindsight 20/20, I suppose.
“You know what”, I say taking the reins of the conversation, “She was dreadful, and we shouldn’t talk about her. Let’s talk about how you’re doing, Taryn. Only a few more weeks until you pop that little sucker out, eh? Thought of any names yet?”
Callie smiles slyly, knowing that I wanted to change the subject off of Miranda but was genuinely interested in Taryn’s baby.
“As a matter of fact, we’re stuck on baby names. I was thinking Violet but Hal really likes Petunia. I think that sounds like a name for an old lady”, Taryn jokes.
Callie gives her two cents. “You’re stuck on flower names. If neither of you likes the other’s suggestion, why don’t you go for a third name? Like Primrose? Or just Rose?”
Hal and Taryn look at each other with eyes wide open.
“Rose… is good”, Hal mumbles.
“It’s… better than Petunia”, Taryn says with a shrug. “I won’t be expecting a senior citizen to waddle through the hallway if I call to her.”
“Old ladies can be named Rose. How about the old lady from Titanic?”
“She was young throughout most of the movie! Not just young, but beautiful and resourceful”, Taryn notes. “Rose is a great name, thank you for suggesting it, Callie.”
“Let’s not lock that in though, we should still have more of a discussion about it”, Hal begs.
“Right, right, we’ll talk more about it”, Taryn says before leaning over to Callie and w
hispering, “Her name is totally going to be Rose”, and sharing a laugh with her.
It’s nice to see them get along and piss of Hal. Warms my heart, if I’m being honest. It may have only been one exchange of words but I feel as though this could be a family. Even if Hal is included. He’s mostly the butt of everyone’s jokes so I suppose there is that, at least.
I need this.
In many ways, the life I have lived up to this point was in my design. That is, until Miranda walked into my life. From then on, I’m a shell of the man I was once and I no longer know what it is I want. But I know that I want some sort of connection with the people sitting at this table with me. That much is clear.
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