by Zoey Long
I’m dizzy with want. I want to be as close to him as possible for as long as he’ll let me. He slams into me and his body tenses. He grabs both of my hips hard, and when he comes, he kisses me deeper than he’s ever done before.
We lie there a moment after we’re both spent. He’s still inside of me.
“I can’t believe this. We are so fucking good together,” I say, breathless. “What are we going to do?” I wrap my arms around him and let my lips graze his neck. He pulls back and looks into my eyes.
“I tell you what we’re going to do. I’m gonna give you a minute and then I want to fuck you in every room of this house.”
I stand up, but he follows me. He’s not kidding. We’re making out in the kitchen and he has me pressed against the sink. He’s biting down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. He’s pulling my hair and pushing against me. It feels too good to stop and think. Some logic escapes my lips.
“You’re… Derrick, we can’t keep doing this. Our parents are married.”
His thick cock is hard again and it’s pressing against my wet slit.
“I don’t care. They’re gone all summer. Just let me fuck you.”
“You just did,” I say, laughing.
He lifts me up onto the sink and spreads my legs. It’s a hot day and we’re both sweating. He turns on the sink.
“You’re so pretty, baby. Every part of you is so pretty. Beautiful.”
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
He turns on the pullout faucet and sprays it lightly on my thighs.
I gasp. It feels good. Next he sprays my stomach and my tits. A little on my face.
“Hey, stop that!”
He laughs, “Doesn’t it feel good? It’s hot in here.”
“Yeah, but you’re making a mess.”
Water is getting all over the counter and the floor.
“So what? It’s just water.”
He ups the water pressure and focuses the spray on my clit. I moan with pleasure.
“Do you care that I’m making a mess now?” he asks me.
“No, I don’t care… no…mmm.”
Derrick alternates with the faucet and his mouth on me. He keeps going, following the cues of my body expertly until I feel like I’m going to come again. There’s water dripping all over the floor. I try to grip the counter with my hands to steady myself and push into his mouth. My hands are slipping on the wet sink and I can’t believe it, but I’m about to come again. I let myself go in his mouth for the second time that morning.
He kisses my thighs gently as I push myself off the sink.
“Okay, get down on the floor,” I say to him, once I’ve got my footing.
“What?” He smirks, wiping his mouth.
“Lie down on the floor. I want you to come in my mouth for a change.”
“Well, if you insist. I won’t stop you.”
He doesn’t resist me. I think he’s tickled that I’m telling him what to do. The floor is an immaculate red-brown maple. He lies on his back and I straddle him. The floor is still wet in some spots and it would be so easy to slip his hard cock inside of me, but that’s not what I want right now.
I kiss him on the lips, look into his eyes. There’s that warmth and sweetness again that I remember from the locker room. His eyes are kind. His smile is genuine. As long as he doesn’t start speaking too much, we’ll be good.
I kiss his neck, nibble him. Then I start to lick down his clavicle, his chest. His muscles are so hard against my lips. He tastes like sweat and cedar aftershave. He’s reaching for my tits and running his hands through my hair. When I get to his torso I feel him tense up in anticipation. Giving him pleasure like this, being in control of the pleasure he’s feeling, is driving me crazy. I trace his hips with my tongue, and he has those V-lines on his torso. I’d never seen those in person before I met Derrick. I think they’re called the “Adonis belt.” And wouldn’t that be accurate.
I get down to his cock and begin by tracing the length of his hard shaft with my tongue. He inhales sharply.
“Fuck, Madison. You’re insatiable, aren’t you? You’re just as insatiable as me.”
I don’t know how true that is, but I can’t believe how good we are together. I move my tongue in circles over the head of his cock and follow the cues of his body before taking it all in my mouth. I use my hand at first before deep-throating him. This time I won’t stop.
He grabs my hair and bounces me up and down on his cock. I’m enjoying him objectifying me like that. He moves his fingers down and reaches for my pussy. I know that turns him on. I pin his hand down and hold it to the floor. I want him to focus on his own pleasure, just his own pleasure for a change, just like he made me do.
“Yeah, baby. That’s so good. Just… yeah, just like that. Fuck.”
I feel his muscles tense up and his legs start to shake a bit. I must be doing this really well because he’s bouncing me really hard now. I go with it; it turns me on. I trust him not to choke me by pushing my head down too hard, and I trust myself. I know what I’m doing. I breathe through my nose and moan and hold on for the ride. Then I feel him start to come hard in my mouth. He moans in extreme pleasure. I swallow down everything he has to give me. He moans even louder then and I can feel my pussy clench in excitement. I don’t stop sucking on him until he pushes me off.
“Damn. My God. That was… I love what you do to me,” he says, out of breath.
My lips are swollen as I lie down on his chest. I rest my head on him and I can hear his heart thumping hard. It’s strong and steady and he’s covered in sweat. I’m wet all over. I have no idea if it’s water or sweat or come and I don’t care. He lies there with me and gently runs his fingers through my hair. I don’t want to look at him. If I look at him, we have to deal with this. If I look at him, I really did just fuck someone knowing he was my brother. Well, not my actual brother, but it’s… why did my mother have to marry his father? Why couldn’t I have found Derrick first instead?
“Madison,” I hear him say gently.
“Yes?” I lift my head.
I hope he’s going to say something sweet, or something to make this all make sense. That he’s just as confused as I am.
“We’ve got to clean up this fucking mess. Get up.”
Right. Oh, well. So much for pillow talk.
I stand up and run to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of white Egyptian cotton towels. When I get back to the kitchen, I see that most of the floor is wet with water. I start to mop it up with the towels. I wipe the sink down.
“Are you going to help?” I ask Derrick. He’s still lying on his back on the hardwood floor. He looks up at me. We’re both still naked.
“There is actually a really nice view of your ass from down here,” he says.
“How is it that you’re so good in bed, but so infuriating in life?” I decide that I’m not holding back with Derrick Bourse anymore.
“Ha! Good for you. I like that spunk. Apparently, you like spunk too. Isn’t that right, honey?”
“Derrick, I swear to God. If you don’t get up and help me right now—”
“Oooh, I love it when you get angry,” he taunts.
I stand to face him naked with my hands on my hips.
“Do you have any regard for what we’re involved in here? It’s the beginning of July. Our parents are going to come home eventually. We can’t exactly live together as one big happy family if you and I can’t keep our hands off of each other. What are we going to be, a duo of couples? That’s disgusting. And what about when school starts? You’re going to my school in the fall. People know who you are. Once people find out we’re related—”
“We’re not related,” he says, standing up.
“Oh, now we’re not related? Now that it doesn’t serve you to call me your little sister?”
He stands in front of me. My eyes soften as he grabs me around the waist. He kisses me on the lips gently. I jus
t about melt in his arms.
“I can still call you that, if that’s your thing,” he whispers.
Ugh. “You’re have a serious problem,” I yell, pushing him away.
He laughs. “I was kidding.”
Then pulls me in for a kiss. His tongue on mine makes me excited again. Fuck. I feel myself respond to his body. No. I can’t do this again for the third time this morning. We have to get dressed. I have to get out of here. What is it about him? Why am I so drawn to him? I’ve never been like this with anyone else in my life.
“I have to get to work.”
“Yeah, you’re right, Madison. I do have a problem. Right now my problem is that my dick is hard again and I’ve already fucked you twice today. I seem to be standing at constant attention wherever you’re around. So… what are you gonna do about this?” he asks, motioning to his cock.
He makes me so angry I can’t see straight. I can only hope he was joking just then.
“Derrick, I’m leaving. This is nuts. We can’t do this.” I turn on my heel and head to the shower, leaving him standing naked in the middle of the kitchen. I could care less.
Derrick
I grab a towel and dry myself off. I hear Madison bound down the hall to the bathroom and turn on the shower. She’s turning into quite the little spitfire, isn’t she? Even more than before. I chuckle to myself and head upstairs to the second bathroom. Lord knows I need a shower too.
Jesus Christ. I’ve done some crazy shit in my life, but it’s never been like this. Madison brings something ravenous out in me. I think I do the same thing to her. She can’t stand me most of the time, and I find her petulant when she’s speaking, but the second our bodies touch… it’s wild. I want to discover all of her hidden desires, push all of her buttons all the time. I want to bait her whether we’re naked or not.
Why couldn’t I have met her before? Whatever. It is what it is. Our parents finding out would be a serious pain in the ass, but I’m not letting this go. It’s not like we’re actually siblings. I’m rationalizing, I know, but I don’t care. We have most of the summer still ahead of us, and I’ll be damned if I stop now. I am going to find out what makes that girl tick, keep making her beg for it and fuck her every single day until I collapse. I’m certainly not letting her know how much I care about her. Not yet.
Madison
I’m so confused right now. I’d be mortified if our parents found out. My mother wouldn’t know what to do. I can’t imagine them finding out. No. They can’t find out. We have to just stop. Maybe I’ll finally go out with Noel. That’s a good distraction. If he balls up and asks me.
When I get to Paint Me, Noel is in a great mood. He seems happier than usual to see me. More energetic.
“Hey, Madison! I have great news. Well, I have two things to tell you. First, I applied to a painting program for the fall at NYU. I might see you after all.”
Can my summer get any more ridiculous? Maybe that’s just what I need. Someone to focus on who isn’t Derrick. I look at Noel. He’s in a blue button-down and a smock. He’s so charming, sweet and safe. He’s an artist like me. He lives in Brooklyn and plays music on the weekends. He understands what I do. He likes kids. This is the kind of guy I should be with. Not my infuriating stepbrother. I’m not even with Derrick, I have no idea what’s going on there. I just know it needs to stop. And quickly.
“That’s great! Congratulations!” I smile. It feels forced for some reason.
“I haven’t gotten in yet, Maddy.” He’s never called me a nickname before. I like it. Sort of.
“And the other thing you had to tell me?”
He moves closer to me.
“I know I’m sort of your boss, but I’m not really.”
This is his pitch?
“What I mean is, I don’t own this store or anything. Actually, it belongs to my aunt. So she’s technically your boss. Not me.”
He’s rambling. Is he actually going to do it? Is he going to ask me out? Is today the day?
“We’re just coworkers. There’s no push-pull power dynamic between us.”
Yeah. You keep reminding me.
“What’s your point, Noel?” I ask, perhaps a little too sternly.
“Straight shooter, aren’t you? My point is, I like you. I’d like to take you out. You know, for dinner. Where we have some wine and talk about our interests and have a few laughs. I know you’re passionate about your art, but I don’t even know what kind of painting you’re studying. I’d like to see some of it. I’d like to show you some of mine. I do portraits, mostly. I’ve done one of my dog. He sat for the whole thing. I don’t just paint dogs. This sounds so silly. I’m usually better at this.”
He is terrible at this. He sounds like a television ad for a date. No emotion, mostly bumbling. He’s sweet, though. Cute. Most importantly, he’s not my brother. And I am desperate for something to take my mind off of Derrick. I feel like I’m in the middle of a whirlwind and I can’t see what’s in front of me. Noel is something solid to hold on to. Before he can say anything cornier than he already has, I move in to kiss him. To my surprise, he knows what he’s doing.
Noel cradles my face in his hands as we kiss and I think his skin might be even softer than mine. He’s been thinking about this for a while. He smells like laundry detergent. I let him kiss me deeply. He stops and looks into my eyes.
“That was nice,” he says, still holding my cheeks in his hands. His eyes are the same color as his shirt. Cornflower blue. Blond hair. Scruffy face.
“It was,” I tell the truth.
“Now, will you let me take you out?”
I smile. To my horror, I’m still thinking about Derrick. I want to get home to him, invite him into my bedroom. Maybe we’ll make love; maybe we’ll fight. We’ll probably do both. But it’s wrong to want him like this, and even if we give in to our desires, whatever we do has to be done in secret. And it has an expiration date. No. I can’t be with Derrick anymore.
“I don’t see why not,” I say. Noel smiles sweetly.
I let him kiss me again and he pulls me close.
Part 2
Chapter 1: Madison
Tonight is my first date with Noel. My sweet, unassuming coworker/manager from Paint Me, the paint-your-own-pottery studio I work in. He’s a sweetheart. It took him about a month to get up the courage to ask me out. I was starting to wonder if he’d ever ask me out at all. We’re going to his favorite tapas restaurant in Williamsburg. I hate Williamsburg. It’s a parody of itself. Everyone looks and acts the same and pretends like it’s edgy. Do they realize that?
I can’t say I’m excited, exactly. I’m more relieved. I need to stop sleeping with Derrick Bourse. Focus on something else for a change. I don’t care how incredible our sex is. I don’t care how good he makes me feel or how he brings a level of desire out in me that makes me want to fuck him over and over again for the rest of my life. He’s my stepbrother. Plain and simple.
I shake my head in disgust as I thumb through my giant bedroom closet in the Bourse penthouse. The sheer size of the closet dwarfs the amount of clothes I actually own. I want to look sweet and innocent. The opposite of how I feel.
I’ve been sleeping with my gorgeous, talented, infuriating stepbrother Derrick on and off since the beginning of June. The things we’ve done together, all over this house, how he makes me feel, the things he brings out in me—it still keeps me up at night. Our parents are coming home soon. This is insane. We can’t keep doing this.
I blush the color of the rosy dress I’ve chosen. I pile my wavy brown hair on top of my head, let a few tendrils sweep my décolletage. The dress is diaphanous silk. Small straps grace my shoulders. I pair it with patent-leather nude strappy sandals, dab some lavender perfume oil on my pulse points, and head for the door.
“Yowza,” Derrick says when he sees me, stopping dead in his tracks.
“Where are you headed all dressed up like that? Big party? You know, we could a
lways have our own big party right here and now. Very exclusive.”
He looks me up and down. I roll my eyes and attempt to walk past him without stopping. He gently grabs my hand, holding me still.
“Seriously, kid. You look beautiful.”
My heart flutters. Our eyes lock.
“Thanks, Derrick.”
“So where are you headed?”
“I have a date,” I say, eyes downcast, not meeting his gaze.
Why does it feel like I am betraying him when I say that? No. Derrick is not my boyfriend. He can’t be. He’s my stepbrother. Besides, he has so many girlfriends at his beck and call, women throwing themselves at him all the time, there’s no way I could count them all.
“Oh, really? Do you now?” He arches his eyebrow.
“Good for you, honey. And who, may I ask, is your strapping young gentleman caller this evening?”
“I’m not telling you that. And don’t look at me like that. You know this isn’t sustainable. What are we supposed to do? Fuck all summer long, and then when our parents come home, we tell them, ‘We’re hot for each other, deal with it’? They’re hot for each other and so are we? One big dysfunctional… sex family?”
He’s still holding my hand. We’re facing each other.
“That doesn’t sound like the worst idea. Except that last part. That sounds fucked up.” He laughs.
He’s not taking any of this seriously, is he? He thinks he can get whatever he wants, because that’s exactly what he’s experienced his entire life. He thinks he can talk his way into sleeping with his stepsister on the regular and eventually, when people find out, everyone will just have to deal with it. Because he’s Derrick Bourse. If he doesn’t get distracted by some other chick first, that is.
“This is ridiculous, Derrick. And what about when school starts? Have you thought about that? You failed to inform me when we met that you’ll be attending business school at NYU this fall. The universe has decided to insert you into every…”
He smirks. I blush.
“Has placed you directly in every area of my life for some reason. You’ll be right near the arts school this year—you know that, right? The business school is not that far away. We’ll see each other all the time. Let’s not kid ourselves. You’re a high-profile guy. People will find out who your father is, if they don’t already know. Then they’ll find out who your father is married to. Then they’ll know we’re siblings. Don’t you have someone else you can call in that doorstop of a black book you own?”