by Zoey Long
“You go to NYU?” She drops her fork and adjusts her glasses.
“I will be next year. Don’t worry, the business school isn’t that close to the arts school. I won’t see you that much. We can always do lunch together, though, if you want. If you miss me.”
She shakes her head and sits straight up.
“Okay. Do you, or anyone else at this table for that matter, have any other surprises for me this morning?” she asks us. Dad laughs.
“What do you mean?” Amanda asks.
“It just seems like a lot of large-scale plans are in effect that I don’t know about. I’d like all the information now if I can get it.”
“That’s not true, sweetheart. Nothing else is happening. This has been a lot of change really quickly. I understand that. But these are all good things,” her mother says, gripping my father’s hand.
Oh, Madison can get it. This chick is so adorable I can’t fucking stand it.
Chapter 11: Madison
“You’re a… Bourse?” Noel and I are having a slow day at the shop and we’re sitting next to each other, painting coffee cups. I’m painting mine red. It’s the color my vision goes whenever Derrick speaks to me. I cannot believe he’s an NYU student. Why is the universe suddenly deciding to inundate my entire life with this arrogant jerk at every turn? Noel is painting his coffee cup a fresh mint-green color. How refreshing. He’s taking his time to rinse off his brush, handling the paint with such gentle ease and attention.
“No, I am not a Bourse. Not even close. I’m from Jersey, I go to school in the city. My mother is a public school teacher and met Frank Bourse at an event. Then she married him. Like, just this month. I think. Now I live in the Bourse penthouse.”
“Oh, man, that’s crazy. Good for you. They must have really hit it off like crazy that night, huh? I mean, um, I just mean that when you meet someone, sometimes there’s an instant attraction. I’m just saying I get that, that’s all.”
He fumbles. “In essence it’s like you’ve won the lottery. If you’re into that.” Noel sits back and smiles at me warmly. I smile slightly.
“Yep. Good for me. I get to go from living in a studio with a mattress on the floor to having the whole thirty-fourth floor of a high-rise building with my mother married to a guy I’ve seen on TV. And now I live with the most annoying, infuriating, arrogant, entitled…blood-boiling stepbrother in the universe. Great.”
“Whoa, that’s a lot of hostility. Where’d that come from?”
“Sorry. His name is Derrick. He’s our age, a few years older. A jiujitsu fighter. A really fucking good one, actually. That’s how I met him. I watched him completely dominate this guy with one move. The poor guy was just flailing there under Derrick’s grip. He interrupted my yoga class. He’s always surrounded by half-naked women, never worked a day in his life. He basically runs his own harem out of our apartment every day and night and pesters me every chance he gets.”
“Sounds like you love and you hate him. Wait, he’s your brother, but you met him at the gym?”
Whoops.
“He’s not my brother. And I most certainly do not love him. Well, he’s my stepbrother but we just met,” I fumble.
“I first met him at my yoga studio, and then that afternoon my mother told me she was married to his father and as it turns out he became my stupid brother.”
Now my face is the color of my cup.
Noel sits back and nods.
“Some summer you’re having,” he says with a smile.
“If you ever want a break from it all, let me know.”
I look at Noel. He won’t look me in the eye, keeps painting his coffee cup. Was that his way of almost asking me out? I know he likes me, but I have no idea what that was. I laugh to myself.
“I guess you get a break working here,” he adds, backpedaling.
Chapter 12: Madison
“Good evening, miss.”
Jeeves and I are getting along famously. His name is actually Mike, but it’s so absurd to me that I have a doorman that he’s Jeeves to me.
I’m enjoying my summer job so far. Noel and I don’t have that many birthday parties to run. Most of the kids in the neighborhood are at fancy day camps during store hours and their parents all have summer shares in the Hamptons. He nearly asks me out most every day. I’m not sure if he knows I know that’s what he wants. I’d put him out of his misery and get a cup of coffee with the guy, but seeing him fumble so much is kind of cute.
There’s so many bedrooms in the apartment that I could choose a different one every night if I wanted. For some reason I stick to the one from the first day, with the grey walls and fluffy marzipan bed.
“Oh, fuck. Derrick, yes. Just like that. Mmm, that’s good. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. Yes! I’m going to come again.”
My face blushes. Some girl is moaning her head off in Derrick’s bedroom. I can hear his bed frame slamming against the wall as he pounds her unrelentingly. I bite my lip. I’m turned on.
“Mmmm. God, that’s hot. It’s so hot when you do that.”
It’s a different female voice this time. Higher-pitched, more breathy. Does he have two women in there? Someone just got their ass slapped and I hear the first woman gasp. A lot of kissing noises. He does have two women in his room. This guy is unbelievable. Is it the blonde from the pool? The redhead from the gym? Both? My mind goes wild.
I remove my panties and bra and I’m standing naked in the bedroom. I climb into my huge bed and it’s blissful. I like to sleep naked, especially when my sheets are this soft. Cream on cream. I don’t even want to guess how much these sheets cost. I run my hands over the top sheet under the pillow. Then I run my fingers through my hair and over my breasts. My nipples stiffen as a pinch them slightly. My clit tingles. I let my hand slip down and feel how wet I am as I start to rub myself. I just shaved this morning so everything is slippery and warm. I close my eyes and listen to the threesome still going on right behind my head. My head swims with possibility. Is Derrick going down on the blonde while the redhead watches? Is the redhead servicing Derrick while the blonde makes the other girl come? A dozen scenarios run through my mind in quick succession as I rub myself harder. I start to moan. I doubt Derrick will be able to discern my voice over the other two women screaming their heads off. I grab on to my pillowcase. Derrick makes me so angry. He gets whatever he wants. Always. Listen to those girls. He’s such a puffed-up, egotistical…
I start to pump in and out with my fingers and I feel myself getting tighter and tighter. I’m wet enough now to slip three fingers inside. I keep rubbing my clit and I can feel I’m getting close to coming. It’s then that I admit it to myself. I want Derrick to fuck me again. It’s wrong and taboo and he pisses me off every day, but I finally admit it. That sex we had in the gym that morning was so fucking good. I hate him and I want him. I want him to fuck me in this bed, in his bed, in every bed in this house.
That sends me over the edge. I come hard and bite down on my pillowcase. I imagine Derrick is fucking me in the next room instead of those two other girls. He’s kissing me deeply and slamming me so hard I don’t remember my own name. I want to scratch my nails down his back and make him scream for a change. The tension explodes out of me and I melt into a puddle in the giant bed. I’m tired and I imagine Derrick holding me close around the waist and kissing me lightly on the shoulders as we fall asleep.
Chapter 13: Derrick
“Mm, that was so good, baby.”
Blondie sits up naked in my bed and reaches for her striped dress that’s in a pile on my floor. She throws it on. Ginger puts a tank top on over her bare chest and nothing else before reaching for her phone. She has more freckles than I anticipated. They cover her arms and legs. Her torso. Her ass. She was an easy O, just like I predicted. I have no idea how many times she came tonight. Six? Whatever. My room is a mess of shoes and clothes. I just want these chicks out of here.
“Can I smo
ke in here?” Blondie asks, lying back down.
“Absolutely not. If you want to smoke, wait until you leave, all right?” I snap.
“Oh, smoking is terrible for you,” Ginger starts.
“It is? Oh my God, I had no idea. Thank you so much for telling me! Holy shit, Julie. You just saved my life.”
“Look, guys. Can we… wrap this up?” I ask.
“Oh, excuse us. You invited us here, we fuck your brains out and now you’re done?”
“I didn’t mean—”
“No, it’s fine.” Blondie stands up, reaches for a cigarette. Puts it unlit in her mouth. She grabs her shoes and underwear and walks past me in a huff. I hear the front door slam behind her.
“Derrick, what’s up with you? Are you feeling okay?” Ginger is dressed now. She moves close to me. Puts her arms around my neck. Kisses my cheek.
“I’m fine. That was nice. Thanks, doll. I’ll see you around.” I wink at her, but it seems fake, even to me.
“Oh. Okay, then. Right. Got it. See you at the gym.”
She takes the hint and leaves. The door slams again. I feel relieved.
I don’t know what the fuck my problem is. Those chicks were gorgeous. I’ve wanted to bang Ginger ever since that morning at the juice bar. Any guy would be crazy stoked to have those two on him at once. She was a crazy spinner and Blondie gives great head. What’s more, I know they’d come back again anytime I asked them. But I couldn’t be less interested.
The numbers on the digital clock by the bed blink three a.m. I pull on a T-shirt and shorts and walk out of the bedroom. Madison has been sleeping in the room right next to mine every night since she moved in. She could sleep anywhere, but she always chooses that room. It’s making me nuts to know that she’s right on the other side of the wall and I can’t have her. I see her reading in her glasses in her bedroom on her days off, see her out by the pool, notice that she wiggles her toes when she’s really absorbed in a book. She doesn’t know I notice. I hear her sing to herself when she makes coffee in the morning. I know where she has her easel set up and when she paints. She locks herself in that room for hours. I find myself thinking about her as I go to sleep at night. I can’t wait to see her when I get up every day. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I was even banging Blondie extra hard tonight in hopes that Madison would hear us. I closed my eyes and saw Madison lying there sweaty and naked beneath me. What is it about this girl? Even though I’ve had her already, I find myself wanting her more and more. I love how angry she gets with me all the time. She’s so cute when she’s mad. The door to her bedroom is cracked open slightly, I let myself peek inside, just for a moment. She’s asleep, turned away from me. I can see her whole back is bare, down to the crack of her ass. She sleeps naked. I feel my cock respond even though I’ve just had sex with two women at once. I might even have to go back to my room and jerk off. You believe that? Goddammit.
Chapter 14: Madison
The next morning the other girls are gone. There’s no one in the house but Derrick and me.
I’m reading a book on the couch and Derrick is walking around in his gym clothes with a coffee and his phone. I’m wearing one of many white fluffy terrycloth robes from the first-floor bathroom over my T-shirt and panties.
I stare up at him from behind my book. He must be on his way to the gym. Or maybe he went already. He probably went already. He’s scrolling through his phone. Guess it’s time to find some more chicks to bang today.
“Fun night last night?” I taunt him.
He smiles and looks up for a moment before scrolling again.
“Yeah. Good times were had by all. Were you here last night?”
“I was here, yes. Who was with you last night? I heard… I mean, it seemed like there as more than one person. Was it that blonde girl? Someone else?”
He walks over to me and puts his phone down. He’s staring at me. His hazel eyes look more green today. Like the leaves of a fern.
“You know, I don’t even fucking remember.”
Are you kidding me? Does he have so much sex that he doesn’t even remember who he slept with by the next morning? How jaded can someone be?
“You don’t remember? How is that even possible? I know you had two girls in your room last night. Do you have threesomes a lot? Group sex is a regular thing? Is that just another Friday night for you? Nothing special?”
“Madison…”
“No, I want to know.” I stand up to face him.
“You have a different girl in your room every night. Sometimes two at once, sometimes more. I hear you with them all the time. I know you have more women’s numbers in your phone than live in the entirety of Upper East Side. There’s a harem of women around you at all times, ready to drop to their knees at a moment’s notice. Do the faces just blend together? A never-ending line of pussy? Are you planning on sleeping with every single woman at NYU once you get there too?”
He looks directly into my eyes and holds my gaze.
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t care.” I look down.
“You disgust me, that’s all.”
“That’s not true. You’re not disgusted. You wish that were true, but it’s not. The truth is you think about me too. I said I don’t remember because you’re all I can think about.”
“What? How dare you. You’re just messing with my head now.” My heart starts to race.
“No, I’m not. I’m not fucking with you. You heard me.”
“I hate you, Derrick. You’re just fucking with me again. I know you are. You’re my stepbrother. We can’t do this. It’s too much. I’m so sorry I ever met you.”
I want to slap him across the face and make his cheek sting, just like my eyes are starting to right at this moment.
He lunges at me and we start kissing fiercely. I throw my arms around him and let my robe open up. He envelops me in his muscular arms, pressing me into him. He peels off his shirt and lifts me up in one smooth motion. I wrap my legs around his waist and press myself to his bare chest. He breaks our kiss and throws me down on the couch.
“You are making me crazy. You’re all I think about. I can’t stand this anymore. I want you so badly. I want you,” he breathes.
My eyes widen with surprise.
He pins my wrists above my head and holds them there as he kisses me fully on the mouth. He breaks to graze my neck and lifts my T-shirt up over my breasts with his teeth. He pushes my breasts together with his hands, puts his mouth on my nipples and bites down lightly. I gasp.
He drops to his knees and tears off my cotton underwear. I hear them rip and I don’t care.
“I know you were listening to me last night from your room, and all I wanted was this. I want to taste you and lick you until you came all over me.”
I can’t believe this is happening. He spreads my thighs and takes me into his mouth. He’s not holding anything back as he runs his tongue over the entire length of my pussy before settling on my clit and licking it in circles. I drop my head back with pleasure and run my fingers through his wavy hair.
“You taste so good,” he says. “You’re so wet.”
He begins to tease my opening with his fingers and I can feel myself dripping.
“Oh God, Derrick. I want you. I want you too. I keep thinking about you. Yes. Please… that’s so good.”
He’s going faster now, pounding my clit with his tongue. He enters me with his fingers and I tighten around him.
“You’re going to come in my mouth and then I am going to fuck you right here on this couch.”
“Yes…yes…, however you want it. Just don’t stop.” I exhale.
He throws my legs over my head and holds them there as he keeps fucking me with his mouth. He’s not stopping to ask me how close I am to coming. He’s not uncomfortable. He explores all of me and all he cares about is my pleasure. Any shyness I’ve felt before melts away as I focus on nothing but the pleasure he
’s giving me. I grip his hair and he moans. He’s not going to stop. He’s giving me the best head of my life.
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come…Derrick… I’m…”
He moans in excitement. I let myself go completely and throw my head back. My whole body releases into his mouth and I come all over his face while looking straight up at the twelve-foot ceiling.
He takes his fingers out of me and kisses up my body. His cock is hard through his shorts. I can feel it pressing against me. I push him off of me, and he lies back and I get on my knees in front of him.
“I want you in my mouth now,” I say.
He doesn’t resist as I take his cock greedily into my mouth, further and further until my lips are pressed flush with his torso.
“Oh, fuck,” he says.
I start to deep-throat him hard. He’s surprised I can take him all at once. I feel possessed, like all I want to do is fuck him over and over again for the rest of my life.
“Get on top of me,” he orders. “I want to be inside of you.”
I straddle him and he guides his thick cock inside me. I scream loudly as he enters me and I start to ride him. I brace myself against the wall behind the couch, before moving my fingers down to touch myself. He takes my hand and pins my wrist behind my back and keeps fucking me.
“I want to rub you. Let me do it.”
He starts rubbing my clit as I continue to ride him back and forth.
“I can’t believe how good you are,” I say as I push him deeper inside of me. “You’re such an arrogant…bastard…”
He laughs.
“But you’re so good… you know just what to do.”
“That’s my secret,” he whispers, pulling me into him and putting his hand lightly around my throat.
“I’m a great fuck.”
He picks up the pace now and I know he’s going to come soon.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I say.
“Not this time, baby… you feel too good to stop. I want to come inside you.”