by Zoey Long
“How is Derrick?”
“What?” I say.
“Is he driving you crazy?”
I feel my cheeks get hot. A rush of excitement flows through my body.
“N-no. He’s fine. We don’t see each other… I don’t. I don’t really see him all that much,” I stammer.
“What, sweetheart? I think you’re breaking up.”
What? Break up? How can Derrick and I break up if we’re not even dating? We are most certainly not dating. He won’t even tell me what he wants. What? I quickly realize she obviously means the connection of the phone call and I feel intensely stupid.
“Hon… Madis… I think… losing you. Talk soon…love!”
The call drops. So does my stomach. They’re coming back soon. Our parents are coming back in just a few weeks. What are we doing? There’s an end date to all of this. Only a few short weeks and they’re going to be back. We have to sort through all of this. We can’t keep… I should have never slept with him again. He confuses me.
I stand up, wrap my naked body in the sheet. I shuffle out to the hall.
“Derrick?” I yell.
“In my room, sis,” he answers.
Is he serious? Always with the jokes. How maddening can one person be?
“What the hell?” I yell back to him, entering his room. He looks me up and down.
“That’s a good look for you,” he says, I can see he’s undressing me mentally. Not that it would take much.
“What the fuck are we going to do? What do you want?”
I ask him, standing in his room in a sheet. I realize must look ridiculous. Derrick says nothing. He starts laughing. He can’t help it.
“Honey, I’ve never been in a situation like this before either. Why are you so worried, exactly? If you weren’t such an amazing fuck, believe me, I wouldn’t even be putting up with this charade.”
I’ve never been so infuriated and turned on by another human being in my whole life.
“Do you even hear yourself, Derrick? Do you know how shallow you sound when you speak?”
“Just relax. Everything will be fine. Come here,” he orders.
“Everything will be fine? How the hell can anything be fine? Our parents are coming back in a few weeks. Do you not care about that at all? Are you really so short-sighted that you can only think about the present?”
“I love it when you get angry like this. I want to feel you on me. That’s what I want. Now come here and drop that sheet, will you?”
I hate that part of me kind of wants to go to him in this moment. Regain what I was feeling just moments before. I wish I could live in that space with him forever. If I could, I’d mount Derrick right here and now, straddle my thighs around him and slip his stiffened cock inside me while he’s sitting in his desk chair, riding him until he comes hot and hard inside of me. I collect myself.
“Derrick, it’s ridiculous to think they won’t find out, I couldn’t even keep a straight face on the phone with my mother just now.” My mind starts racing again.
“I don’t care what they think,” Derrick answers.
He seems sincere, but how can that be? This isn’t a sweeping Derrick Bourse love confession. He just doesn’t want us to stop sleeping together, right? He’s not thinking about anything other than right now. I try to impress my point upon him once more.
“Look, Derrick, your father knows you’re a slut, but you’ve never stuck it in your own family before—that I know of. I don’t see him taking very well to that.”
“Did you just call me a slut?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh my God, you sleep with everyone,” I return.
“Nice,” he says.
“What, you don’t?” I reply.
“I…okay, I’ve never slept with a stepsibling before, that’s true. But I’ve never had a stepsibling before. Now, come here, will you? They don’t have to find out.”
I walk closer to Derrick. He’s still sitting in his desk chair. He pulls my face down to his. We kiss. My body leans into his, and I start to respond to him. There’s that heat once more. He slides his large, warm palm up my thigh. I like it. But this is impossible.
“I can’t do that. I’m the worst liar.” I move away from him. “I can’t do this anymore,” I say to him.
“Is this about that other guy?” Derrick asks. “That finger-painting guy? Chorus?”
“Noel. No, it’s not about him. I just can’t do this. I don’t even know what it is we’re doing. I need some time to think. I need to get out of here.”
“You haven’t even washed me off of you yet. You should shower. We both still smell like stepsibling sex.”
“You’re gross. I’m leaving.”
I run to the shower to wash myself clean and try and collect my thoughts.
Chapter 6: Derrick
And just like that, she’s gone. Shuffles herself in that silly sheet right out of my bedroom. I watch her go to the shower and shut the door. Screw this. Why am I even wasting my time on this girl? Jesus, I know she’s an amazing fuck. We’re great together and it’s forbidden and dirty and she makes my head spin. She even liked it when I spanked her, even though I didn’t go as hard as I would eventually and I know there’s more we can get to there. The things I would do to her once she’s comfortable and really starts to open up. If she’s going to be a head trip, though, I don’t need that. She’s young. She’s freaking out. Fine.
By the time our rooftop pool is full with ladies, Madison is long gone. I have so many chicks vying for my attention at once I don’t even think about my stepsister anymore. Drinks are flowing, clothes are quickly becoming optional.
“Derrick! Derrick! Watch this.” Courtney gets on top of this chick Angela’s shoulders, they’re college buddies. Angela has a full sleeve of tats, alabaster skin. They’re trying to play chicken with another pair of girls, I don’t know their names.
“Don’t… don’t drop me!” Courtney yells once she mounts Angela. Courtney’s hair is wet and slicked back. She’s wearing a barely-there gold string bikini, and her abs are glistening with pool water and sunlight.
“Oh my God. Don’t drop me! Angela! Watch out! Please!”
“So quit squirming so much! I’m holding you, relax,” Angela yells from the bottom.
Her hands are holding Courtney’s thighs steady on top of her shoulders. Angela’s got great muscle tone, I think she’s a trainer. Her muscles flex as she tries to steady her friend and keep them both from falling over. My eyebrow rises once I see how high Angela’s hands are on Courtney’s thighs; she’s gripping her in this steady, firm, comfortable manner. She could so easily slip her fingers into Courtney’s little gold bikini bottom and touch that little pink pussy. I think they might both be down with that. I bite my lip. See? I’m over Madison already. Sexy girls and their even sexier friends. Works every time.
Angela’s hands are so high up that I start to wonder if they’ve ever fucked each other. I think they were college roommates. It’s possible. I wonder if I can find that out later. I’m sure I could.
Splash!
Courtney succeeds in knocking over the other pair, both of which are slim, lanky blondes. They look naturally thin, like they don’t really work out. They topple into the water and come up laughing. Nice tits. Hard nipples. Cute. Maybe they’re sisters. I laugh to myself. Naw, I’m done with sisters.
“See, I’ve got you,” Angela says to Courtney, who is still high up on top of her shoulders.
“Sure, we’ve had sex,” Angela admits later, very matter-of-fact.
We’re sitting by the pool, more than twenty stories high above the city. The patio is tiled, and we have lounge chairs and couches. The two blondes have gone home. I’m very refreshed by Angela’s honesty. Some girls will only drunkenly admit to even kissing another woman. It can be tedious.
“Angela!” Courtney blushes.
“What? I like women. I like men. I’m pretty fluid.
People get so hung up on labels nowadays. Look at her, who wouldn’t want her?”
I can’t argue with her there. I decide to play a bit.
“And me—can you see why she’d want me?” I ask Angela, sitting back. I’m shirtless, tanned, a rock-hard specimen of manhood. If I do say so myself.
“Derrick, stop it. You’re trying to bang us both.” She giggles. “You’re so obvious.”
Angela knows what’s up.
“Look, you’re not really my type. No offense. There’s just something too… on the nose? About you,” she says.
Ha. One point, Angela. I laugh. A hearty, genuine chuckle.
“But if you want to focus on this one right here, I’m down.”
I like this chick.
After a few more rounds, Angela and I have Courtney laid out on my bed. Her arms are spread apart, and she’s still in her bikini. I’m curious to see where this will go.
“Turn over on your stomach,” Angela says to Courtney, and she does as she’s told. Angela then pulls both of the gold strings of Courtney’s bikini top, freeing her tits. They’re perky and wet from the pool. Angela flips her over, starts to suck at her nipples. Courtney gasps with pleasure, bites down on her lip. I realize I’m hard as a rock.
Angela mounts her, kissing her on the mouth. Their toned bodies are pressed against one another. Angela pulls Courtney’s bottoms off with her teeth in one smooth motion. Nice.
“I think you should fuck her first,” Angela says to me, standing up.
“I want to watch. Besides, if I fuck her first she’ll be done for the night.” She laughs.
“Is that so?” I return.
Ha. I like her cocky attitude. I lie down on top of Courtney and kiss her. She’s excited and flushed. She tastes like margaritas. She reaches for my cock with her hands, I know she wants me in her mouth. I roll over and grab her wet hair as she licks the tip of my hard cock. She licks the length of me, using her hands. Then she’s sucking me deeply, vigorously, like she’s trying to put on a show.
“That’s right. Suck that cock,” Angela says. That makes Courtney suck me even harder, but we’re not done yet. I lift her up off of me, my cock wet with her spit.
“Come here,” I say.
She moans as I guide her on top of me and she starts riding me back and forth, her wet hair falling on her dampened shoulders. I hold on to her hips and thrust into her.
“Mmm… fuck, this is hot,” Courtney moans. Her face and chest are flushed, and her tits are bouncing up and down as she rides me. She’s making eye contact with me and then with Angela while she rides my cock. I watch my dick thrust in and out of her, and I start rubbing her clit. Brace my palm on her chest.
She lets out a high-pitched moan and Angela starts rubbing her own pussy a bit. She’s sitting in my desk chair, where I sat when Madison and I were fighting earlier today. She pulls her bathing suit bottom to the side, revealing herself to both of us. She slips her fingers down her slit, working herself up. Her hand is mostly covering her pussy, but I see she has even more ink on her lower pelvis. An hourglass, I think. Black and grey.
I hear the front door slam and almost lose my focus. I know Madison is home.
Chapter 7: Madison
What the fuck? When I get home, the first thing I hear is some girl wailing Derrick’s name. There’s wet footprints on the floor leading to his room, and a heap of the towels from the rooftop in a wet pile by the door. Why am I even surprised? He probably has girls swinging from the ceiling in there. He wastes no time at all. What do I even want from him? A relationship? He’ll never change. I have to get over him. I just don’t know how.
I went to yoga to try and clear my head. I’m still confused, although less wound up than I was before. Not sure that’ll last with the orgy happening next to my bedroom. Noel texted me a few times while I was in yoga, said he had some exciting news for me. I agreed to meet him for coffee around the corner from Paint Me.
“So what’s up?” I ask Noel before we even sit down. I’m guess I’m still a bit on edge from this morning.
“I’m great, thanks for asking. How are you, Madison?”
I laugh. Sit down and collect myself.
“Hi,” I offer. “I’m sorry, I’ve been really stressed out recently. I was in yoga when you texted. How are you?”
“I’m good. I can see that you’re stressed out. Maybe this should have been cocktails and not coffee?”
The waiter comes by to take our order.
“I’ll just take an iced coffee,” I tell him, handing over my menu.
“We have cold brew,” the waiter says.
“Sure, that.”
“With milk?”
“Yes.”
Noel is looking at me and smiling ear to ear. He looks like he’s about to burst.
“What’s going on with you?” I ask him.
“Sorry to ask to see you on your day off,” he jokes. “But I have great news. I can’t believe it happened actually. I got in.”
“Got in?”
“Yes! I told you I applied to a painting program at NYU, didn’t I?”
Oh no. I’m happy for Noel, this is great for him, but how am I supposed to have both Derrick and Noel bookending my campus?
“Congratulations! That’s amazing!”
“Thank you! I still need to figure out how I’m going to pay for the whole thing. Probably with loans. I did get some financial aid. But I’ll be able to really focus on my painting for the first time in forever.”
“That’s great, Noel. I’m really happy for you. You’ll have a great time there. The professors I’ve had are all really knowledgeable.”
Once we finish our coffees, I stand up and Noel gives me a hug. He’s unsure whether or not to kiss me, and finally goes for it. He’s a good kisser, and it’s sweet, but I’m so confused, I might need to be alone for a bit and get over Derrick once and for all.
“Talk to you soon,” Noel says. I head home.
Back in my room, the squealing woman on Derrick’s jock jolts me back to the present moment.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I’m lying naked in my bed, trying to go to sleep. As if that’s possible. Hearing Derrick with another set of girls is making me crazy. I can hear two distinct vocalizations, just like last time, when he was with the blonde and the redhead. I wonder who it is this time. Others, I’m sure.
I’m angry at him for jumping directly into bed with someone else so quickly after we fought. I’m back where I started. Pissed off at him for being insensitive and turned on at the same time. I start thinking about when he spanked me, how it hurt more and more each time he did it, but it also felt good. My entire body, all my nerves began firing at once. How much further would he push me if I allowed him to? Then there was that time on the kitchen sink, how I came so hard I thought I’d slip right onto the floor. And finally, when he picked me up and carried me to the bed, when tears streamed down my cheeks. This is cruel and unusual, having to sit here and listen to this.
I get up and put on my NYU T-shirt. It covers my ass, but even if Derrick or one of his guests were to walk out and see me right now, I don’t care. Besides, they don’t sound anywhere near finished yet. I shuffle my feet to one of the other bedrooms down the expansive hall, the smaller one around the corner. Where I don’t have to be an audience to this. It’s white on white. White walls, white sheets, a white bedspread. I guess this is one of the more explicit guest rooms? Rich people. I can’t believe there are still rooms in this place I haven’t spent time in.
I pull back the comforter and get in. It’s quite comfortable. The sounds from Derrick’s bedroom are muffled here, almost imperceptible. Almost. Yes, I’ll sleep in this bedroom tonight. One I haven’t been in before. It’ll be an adventure. A quiet adventure. I take off my T-shirt, a spot of cobalt on the pristine floor, and drift off to sleep.
The next morning I’m awakened by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. The bubbling
sounds of it percolating, the dripping sounds of it being poured into cool ceramic cups. Midsummer light is streaming through the windows. I stretch and close my eyes. I’m almost able to forget about everything that’s been bothering me. I sit up and lift my arms. The soft sheets are wrapped delicately around my naked body. I pick up my shirt from the floor and put it on as I walk out of the room.
I look down the hall and see that Derrick’s door is open. I don’t hear any voices. I pass by his door and look in for a moment. His bed is ruffled to hell but the room is empty. I grab a pair of underwear from my room, slip them on and go to the kitchen.
Derrick is standing in the kitchen. He’s made breakfast. I can’t fucking believe it.
There’s scrambled eggs on the table, a salad, some orange juice. Derrick is drinking a cup of coffee facing the stove.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask him, baffled.
He turns around to see me standing there in my T-shirt.
“Hey,” he says. “Do you want some coffee?” He’s not smiling, but he doesn’t seem angry.
“I’ve never seen you cook,” I say. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve never seen you do a lot of things,” he replies with a smirk.
My face is probably pink now and I hate myself for it. I pour myself a cup of coffee and reach around him to get milk out of the fridge. I can feel the heat from his skin as I reach around his torso with my arm, careful not to touch him. I sit down and stare at the food he’s prepared, sipping my coffee. It’s strong and good.
“You can eat, you know. There’s more here.”
“Why did you… thank you. But why did you make this whole thing?”
“I felt like cooking. That’s all. No big mystery.” He sits next to me with a plate of eggs. After all these weeks in the apartment together, I don’t think Derrick and I have ever shared a meal.
“There’s nothing else to it. I felt like cooking. I can cook. There’s lots of things about me that you don’t know, Madison.”
“I know you were busy last night,” I say. “Late-night pool party?”
I don’t know why I brought it up. He gives me a half smile and keeps eating his food. He doesn’t respond. The only sound is the sound of our utensils hitting the plates. The sound of chewing. Sipping. Swallowing.