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Pupil: Inspired By a True Story

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by Zoey Long


  “Where were you yesterday?” he asks me finally, cutting the silence.

  “Where were you?” I shoot back.

  “This is silly,” he says. “Okay, yes. I had a party here after you left. No big deal. You don’t have to tell me where you were.”

  I stab a bit of eggs and put them in my mouth. He used fresh herbs. I can taste parsley and garlic. I didn’t even know we had fresh herbs.

  “I met Noel.”

  Derrick starts to nod, laughing quietly. He swallows a bite of his eggs and chases it with a swig of orange juice.

  “I told you this was about that other guy.”

  “No. It’s not. It’s not about Noel. I went to yoga to get some clarity on things. It helps clear my head. Noel, who has been bugging me lately if you must know, texted to say he had news. He’s going to NYU in the fall. For painting.”

  “Aww, the perfect couple. How cute,” Derrick says.

  “Oh, please!” I say. “That’s so unfair. How dare you. Last night some girl was yelling your name so loud I could hear her all the way…you know what? It doesn’t even matter. I didn’t sleep in my bedroom last night, I had to switch rooms to get some semblance of peace.”

  “I know you weren’t in your room last night,” he says. “Your bed was still made this morning.”

  We go back to silence and clanging forks. My cheeks are hot. I’m sweating. I don’t know what to say to him anymore. I don’t know where we are, what we’re supposed to do now. I’m exasperated and sad and confused. I stand up to get more coffee.

  Derrick stops me by as I pass him, firmly grabbing my wrist.

  “Do you want to know the truth?” he asks, looking up at me, holding my gaze.

  My heart starts to race. I have no idea what he’s about to say to me but I feel frozen there in his grasp, with my heart in my throat.

  “Yes,” I answer.

  “The truth is… the truth is that last night I was with a woman who I’ve considered to be the hottest chick I know for years now. I went out with her last week too, to get you out of my head. Last night she even brought her very sexy friend along.”

  He shakes his head with a small smile.

  “Derrick, why are you telling me that?”

  He hasn’t let go of my wrist. He stands up.

  “The truth is that none of that matters. I know now that no matter how much I fight or how many girls I sleep with, I’ll still be miserable.”

  “What? Why?” I ask him.

  My heart is beating so fast in my chest I hope I can hear his answer. His eyes are focused on mine but they’re searching. He seems out of breath.

  Finally, he answers me.

  “Because I fucking love you.”

  Before I can say anything, we’re kissing madly. My mouth is open and I take him into me. We’re enveloping each other, kissing like we want to devour each other. His hands pull me close and into his body. His hands are roving all over me—under my T-shirt, over my breasts, between my legs. It’s uninhibited and desperate, a resignation and a sweet release.

  I stop to run my hands over his face, through his hair. I look into his eyes and he looks open and willing, like he’s accepted his feelings for me. It’s the most unguarded I’ve ever seen him. All of my affection for Derrick comes crashing to the forefront, and tears begin to fall from my eyes as I kiss him again. My skin feels electric.

  Suddenly, Derrick reaches his forearm over the breakfast table and clears it in one sweep. Coffee cups, plates with bits of egg on them, the pitcher of juice all crash violently to the floor. Derrick lifts me up onto the table and I raise my arms so he can take off my T-shirt. I lie down on the table and he gets on top of me, holding my arms down. I can hear juice and coffee dripping from the table onto the kitchen tile.

  I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist. He takes off his shirt and our skin presses hotly together, rubbing against each other, as we rock together in a kiss.

  Derrick moves down my body, and I watch him kiss my breasts, suck my nipples. They stiffen in his mouth and send shocks of pleasure right to my clit. He then moves to kiss my bare torso and run his tongue down the length of me. I watch him kiss every inch of me, stopping to lick and kiss my stomach, my hip bones, my thighs. I throw my head back as he begins to slide my panties down. They slip over my feet and onto the floor. Derrick moves back up to touch my pussy with his fingers, rubbing them gently over my clit before sliding them inside of me.

  “Oh!” I gasp. I might come right now.

  He opens me with two of his fingers, pumping inside of me and licking my clit before moving on top of me again. I can feel his cock against my pubic bone, warm and stiff.

  “I want you inside me,” I say to him as he lifts my pelvis. “Please.” My body is pounding for him.

  He enters me quickly and I sharply draw a breath of pleasure. He holds my hands down firm against the kitchen table as he fucks me. The backs of my palms feel cool against the hardwood, and I’m pinned there as he keeps pounding me, my pussy getting wetter by the second. I can hear him breathing heavily in my ear, feel my muscles clench around him in excitement. I look up at the high ceiling, my legs wrapping tightly around Derrick, pulling him into me as deeply as I can.

  “I…I love you too,” I whisper. I let the words leave my lips so quietly I’m not sure he can hear me. He looks at me then and cradles my face, smiling. His lips find my forehead. He knows.

  Chapter 8: Madison

  “I know why this is.” Noel is standing in his studio, decidedly away from me. He’s looking at the floor and shaking his head, chuckling to himself.

  “I’m sorry Noel. I really am. I just don’t want to mislead you. We had a good time when we went out, I know that. And I like you a lot. You’re a sweet guy. I just don’t think we want the same things.”

  “What do you think I want?” he asks me sternly.

  I had to see Noel as soon as possible after my confession with Derrick. He was still trying to make another date with me and I didn’t want to lead him on. That’s not fair.

  “I think you want a girlfriend.”

  “Isn’t that what every girl wants? All I hear over and over again, all of you say you want a relationship. Well, here I am. I think we had a great time together. We have a lot in common. But the second a guy becomes available, it freaks you out. You run away.”

  “I’m not freaked out, Noel. And not every woman is looking for a relationship.”

  I don’t like his assumptions. Noel narrows his eyes at me.

  “I know what this is really about,” he repeats.

  “Oh, do you?”

  How could he know my real reasons?

  “This is about your stepbrother.”

  I blush the color of his Victorian couch. My stomach flips and I feel like I just got punched in the gut. I deny it immediately.

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Oh, please, Madison. This is about Derrick. Do you have any idea how much you talk about that guy?”

  “Yeah, because I can’t stand him!” I try to cover. I know I don’t want to be with Noel even if Derrick and I hadn’t confessed to…

  Noel laughs to himself and pushes up his wire-frame glasses.

  “Right. The opposite of love is not hate, Madison.”

  “It’s indifference,” I finish his sentence for him.

  “That’s right. And you are anything but indifferent to Derrick Bourse.”

  He’s right. My hatred for Derrick was fueled by my attraction to him. I never in a million years thought anything real would happen with Derrick. It’s still a problem and our parents are coming home soon. Noel is a nice guy. We do have a lot in common. All the boxes are checked, but I know he’s not right for me. I have to deny it before his theory spins out of control.

  “This has nothing to do with him. He’s a notorious playboy. He goes through women like water. Besides, he’s my stepbrother! Why would you even go t
here?”

  “Because you clearly have.”

  That one stings.

  “I don’t like your accusations, Noel. You and I just want different things, that’s all.”

  He throws his hands up.

  “Fine. Whatever you say. By the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you. I don’t think we’re going to need your help in the shop anymore. School is going to start soon, and I have some other people interested.”

  Is he serious? I was going to tell him I had to stop working at the shop anyway, but firing me right now is particularly dickish.

  “Right. Great. Fine.” I turn to leave. I’m so done with this interaction.

  “Oh, and Madison?” Noel calls after me.

  “Yeah?” I turn back around and notice his sketch of me lying on the couch is still hanging on his studio wall. I’m sure it won’t be there for long.

  “I’ll see you at school.” He winks.

  Son of a bitch.

  Part 3

  Chapter 1: Derrick

  Anyone who says that water is a deterrent to sexual lubrication has never fucked their stepsister. Madison and I are naked in our rooftop pool. I’ve got her pressed up against the side of the wall, spread-eagled with her legs wrapped around my waist. She’s got her legs wrapped up high and tight around me, I’m thrusting into her and she’s pulling me deep inside of her with the strength of her thighs. I’m holding on to her hips and pounding her down hard on my cock at the same time. Water is splashing all around us in rhythm and I swear to God I don’t give a fuck who sees us.

  Not that anyone could, all the way up here. The view of the entire Upper East Side shines in broad daylight way below us, sunlight reflecting off of skyscrapers and high-rises. Way down below, I’m sure the same little old ladies we see every day are still walking their teacup poodles on rhinestone leashes, mothers with double-wide strollers are on their way to the grocery store, women are jogging in yoga pants, and housewives and debutantes in oversized sunglasses are browsing in boutiques. They’re all completely oblivious to the siblings nailing the shit out of each other stories high above them. Only the skyline and clouds are at eye level.

  Madison’s arms are wrapped tightly around my shoulders. She’s trusting me to hold her completely, leaning only slightly against the side of the pool while I ram into her. Her chest is wet and glistening, her tits bouncing up and down, nipples as stiff and erect as my cock. I’m gripping her delectable, firm ass full-on with both palms, using it to jerk her whole body up and down on my lap. Pool water rushes up and over us as her fingernails begin to scratch hard into my shoulders. She leans back, in full view.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I ask her, thrusting unrelentingly.

  “Yes… yes…please fuck me. Don’t stop, please fuck me,” she moans.

  The weightlessness of her body makes it really easy to drop her down hard in my lap, enter her as deep and hard as I want to. We have a great rhythm going, but I don’t want to come yet. I could, easily. We just fit. I kiss her full on the mouth before pulling away.

  “Wait, turn around.”

  Madison does as I ask. She slides off and turns to face away from me, folding her forearms on the ledge of the pool. Her back rises and falls with excited breaths. She’s eager to see what I’ll do next. We’ve been fucking like this for weeks, all over the house. I’ve had her in the kitchen, in the living room, in all the bedrooms on the first floor. I haven’t had sex like this in years, if ever.

  I feel for the pool jets with my fingers. There’s one right next to me. It’s warm and rushing steadily. I put my hands gently on her hips and move her right in front of it, lift her up slightly, and aim the pulsing water right towards her clit. She buckles only a little, pressing her pelvis into the jet, bracing her forearms on the side of the pool. She mounts the jet as her body starts to shake and I feel for her pussy with my fingers. She’s still wet. I tease the opening of her pussy gently with my hands.

  “I used to…” she says to me, smiling with labored breath.

  “I used to press myself against these when I was a kid. In the pool. When I thought no one would notice and I just…realized that it felt good.”

  She laughs, but her thrusts are getting more direct. Her eyes start to close and she’s biting her lip. After a few moments, she doesn’t care anymore that I’m watching. Her pelvis is pressing into the jet; she’s leaning hard on her forearms. I can tell she just wants to come. I love when that happens. It makes me crazy to watch her come. I want to slip my fingers in her pussy, but I make her wait for it.

  “That’s hot,” I whisper, kissing her neck softly, pool water warm on my lips. I bite down on her neck until she gasps, kissing her shoulders and back, teasingly grazing my fingers over her waist. At this point, I know what gets her there.

  Her body continues to tense. She has her forearms spread out flat against the ledge of the pool now, lifting herself up and onto the jet with direct, rhythmic thrusts. She’s almost lifting herself out of the pool, but I won’t let her. I hold her hips steady. She’s tensing and rocking against the jet.

  I can tell she’s getting closer to coming. I wait until her breath is catching steadily before finally slipping two fingers strongly inside her, curving them up to press against her G-spot. That sends her over the edge. Madison moans loudly, bucking her hips toward the jet.

  “Oh, God!” she screams.

  In a few moments, she lets out another high-pitched moan, trying not to scrape her limbs on the pool ledge. I can feel her pussy spasm with orgasm around my fingers before she collapses fully against the edge of the pool, breathing heavily. She doesn’t look at me.

  “Fuck,” she breathes.

  “My turn,” I say to her, as she keeps trying to catch her breath.

  I can see her smile a bit, but she still doesn’t turn around. Instead, Madison lifts herself up and out of the pool in one motion, putting those taut yoga muscles to work. She stands stark naked in the sunlight by the edge of the pool. Her skin is flushed. Pool water falls in drops from her pussy. It’s pink and flushed from coming, like she’s begging me to put my mouth on it and make her come again.

  “Come on, follow me,” she says, smiling, extending her hand. I pull myself up and out of the pool. Yes, please. I’d follow that ass anywhere.

  Madison leads me to the row of pristine stainless-steel lounge chairs, stopping at a charcoal-grey chair with a folded white towel on it.

  “Well? If it’s your turn, lie down.” She winks.

  “Whatever you say, sis.” I smile.

  Sometime in the last few weeks that phrase went from infuriating her to turning us both on. A lot. It’s a thin line dividing what will make her angry and what makes her want to fuck my brains out. Maybe they’re the same thing. I don’t know. I don’t care.

  I lie down on my back and she straddles me, droplets of water still running down her back and chest. My cock stiffens against her pelvis, and her skin is warm against my own. She could easily move my cock inside her right now and fuck me right in this chair. Mount and ride me into oblivion until I came hard and fast inside of her. I’d like that. But she doesn’t. Instead she keeps teasing me by pressing her clit against my pelvis. Her pussy is still slick from coming and she begins to rub her wet slit along the length of my cock. Her teasing me like this makes me crazy.

  “You gonna do something with that?” I ask her, out of breath and hard as a rock.

  “Shh. Be quiet. Shut up.”

  I can’t help smiling. I like seeing her assert herself. I’m excited to see what she’ll do.

  Madison leans down, her hair dripping wet on my chest as she kisses me full on the mouth. She invades my mouth and explores it with her tongue. I grab a fistful of her hair in my hands as we kiss. It’s wet and warm from the sun. She gasps as I grip her tightly and pull her into me. The sweet taste of her mouth and the smell of her skin are the things I’ve come to crave more than most anything else. She smells like lave
nder and something else. Something unique to her. It’s in her skin. In the mornings now I don’t want to go fight. I want to fuck. I feel insane from wanting her. No matter how many times we have sex, I always want her again. I want to fuck her on every available surface in the house. I’ve been working on doing just that.

  She pulls away from me and begins to kiss my neck, biting down.

  “I think you want me to suck your dick,” she whispers in my ear. My skin pricks with excitement.

  “Oh, yeah? Maybe. Is that what you want?” I play with her.

  She smiles at me before running her tongue down the length of my torso, scratching me slightly with her fingernails. My skin pricks with goosebumps as she reaches my pelvis and kisses my hips, teasing me. I resist the urge to grab her hair and force her mouth down on my cock right then and there. I know how much she’s getting off on teasing me. I feel her breath on my hard cock. It’s warm on my skin.

  She begins running her tongue gently along my hard shaft, not taking it in her mouth. I want to push her mouth down on it so badly, but I resist.

  “Fuck,” I exhale.

  “Tell me you want me to suck your dick,” she says.

  I laugh. She’s really getting off on this, isn’t she? Maybe I am too.

  “What? What is this?” I ask her.

  “Beg me. Beg me to suck it,” she says.

  Oh. I know what she wants.

  “Please, sis. Please put it in your mouth. Deep-throat that fat cock like I know you can.”

  That does it. Madison greedily takes my cock in her mouth, deep to the back of her throat. She spits on her hand and uses it along with her mouth, bobbing up and down on me with full force. I hold her head in my hands, but let her take control of the rhythm. I run my hands over her wet hair. The smell of pool water and sunlight mixed with her skin makes me stiffen even further. If anyone walked out onto the patio right now they’d be in for a hell of a shock.

 

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