Pupil: Inspired By a True Story

by Zoey Long

  “Holy shit.” I close my eyes. “That’s it. Just like that.”

  My head is spinning with how good it feels. She’s gotten good at knowing just what I like. And she’s as insatiable as I am.

  “I want you to come in my mouth,” she says quickly before deep-throating me again. Her lips are pink and swollen from sucking me off so hard. She takes all of me into her mouth then, as deeply as she can. I think I touch the back of her throat. I moan louder, still aware that we’re outside.

  If she wants me to come in her mouth I’ll give her what she wants. I’d love to.

  “Mmmm… mm hmm,” she moans, still going. She can tell I’m getting close.

  I watch her bobbing up and down on my cock, her pussy hovering over me, her tits gently bouncing against my thighs. I push her head down more intently, guiding her onto my shaft. I’m really close now. I look down at her, spread out for the whole world to see. There’s something about her that’s so sweet and yet so sexy at the same time. She’s raunchier than I ever imagined. I’m not supposed to fuck my stepsister at all. But she’s crazy for me too. That does it. I let myself go completely, hot come spurting into her open mouth. She doesn’t stop sucking me, so excited by my coming in her mouth that I can feel her pussy drip wet on my leg. I come so hard I let out a deep guttural moan.

  “Oh…baby…”

  She moans and kisses my torso, lays her head down on my stomach, as we both catch our breath. As I’m coming down, I lightly graze the tops of her shoulders with my fingertips. She kisses my torso and hips again before resting on me fully, her head to one side.

  “Come on, I want to show you something.”

  Madison looks up.

  “What? You still have more to show me? After that?” she asks.

  You’d better believe I do. There’s a steam shower off our parents’ bedroom. It can fit ten people in it. Frank doesn’t like me using it because he’s afraid I’ll pack it with chicks. That’s how I know it fits ten people at a time.

  Madison picks up her little navy string bikini and puts it on before following me back into the house. I cover myself in a robe and hand her one.

  “Follow me, I want to take you upstairs,” I say, grabbing her hand and leading her up the staircase.

  “What do you mean, upstairs? We can’t go up there. You said it was off limits, remember?”

  It is off limits. But somehow I don’t give a shit.

  “You’ve never seen it. It’ll be fun. No one is here. What do you think will happen?”

  “I don’t know. We can’t… Derrick…” She resists me, trying to pull me back down the steps. The front of her terrycloth robe opens slightly, and it’s all I can do not to push her down, rip off her bikini bottom and fuck her again right on the staircase. Or pull it to the side. Doesn’t matter. I try to focus.

  “I want to show you. The second floor of this apartment is sick. You’ll love it. Nobody’s home but us. What do you care?”

  In the two months we’ve been living together in this huge penthouse, I’ve never taken Madison upstairs to my father’s bedroom. Fucking my stepsister in the bedroom that my father shares with her mother was a level of cognitive dissonance that even I wasn’t prepared to experience. That bathroom is also a bitch to clean, and like I said, Frank gives me shit when I use it. It has a steam generator, a rainwater showerhead and countless jets installed on all sides of the walls. There’s a tiled seat in there. The unit belongs in a high-end spa. It fucking generates eucalyptus steam. I love that thing. He’s a spoiled bastard.

  We reach the top of the stairs.

  “In here,” I say, calling to her.

  I lead her into his massive bathroom. The steam shower takes up almost the whole bathroom. The tiles are slate, there’s a huge seating area inside the shower and it has expansive glass doors. It’s tiled from floor to ceiling.

  “Oh my God,” Madison says when she sees the shower.

  “I told you it was awesome. I don’t even want to think about what this cost him.”

  “Want to try it?” I ask her.

  I stand in front of her and pull the tie on her robe. It falls open and I pull her into me, kissing her neck, pulling the strings on her bikini top. She starts to moan and lean into me.

  “Oh… ew… Derrick… do you think your father and my mother have…” she begins.

  “Don’t think like that. Please. I don’t know what they do or don’t do, and let’s keep it that way, shall we? Besides, he has it cleaned all the time and no one has been here in months. Way to ruin the mood, sis.”

  “Sorry,” she smiles.

  “How many people do you think you can fit—”

  “Ten,” I answer without hesitation.

  “Ha. Okay, I know enough not to ask how you know that. Of course you know that.”

  “Watch this,” I say.

  I set the temperature to one hundred and ten degrees and press the start button on the shower door. Warm steam starts billowing from the steam generator above the floor, clouding the entire stall.

  “Smells good,” she says. “Smells like we’re at the jiujitsu studio.”

  “Aww, how romantic. That’s where we met,” I tease.

  “Shut up.”

  “It’s eucalyptus. Very relaxing. My father is such a spoiled bastard. Step in.”

  We drop our robes and step into the shower. Madison closes her eyes and lets the steam envelop her.

  “Mmmm,” she says. “If I had known this was up here I’d have wanted to take steam showers every day.”

  “I know. Frank hates it when I use this shower. It’s his favorite thing. I usually just use the shower and steam room at the gym, but this is a crazy setup.”

  “I can see why it’s his favorite.” She moves to kiss me, reaches her hand down and strokes my cock. I’m not sure I can go again right this second. We’ve been fucking nonstop for days.

  “Derrick…” she whispers in my ear.

  Okay, yes, I can go again. Look at that.

  “Yeah, what?”

  “I was thinking, this is a little silly… but since we’re in the shower already…”

  My interest is piqued. I have no idea what she’s going to ask me to do. Fuck her on the tile stairs? Hold her hands against the wall while I finger-bang her?

  “I was thinking it would be sexy for you to shave me,” she breathes.

  I raise my eyebrow, nodding.

  “Everything feels more sensitive when I shave. I want to see what will happen if you fuck me like that,” she explains.

  At Madison’s request, I press the shave cream pump and lube up her pussy, getting ready to shave her where she wants me to. I grab a razor.

  What a woman does with her own pubic hair is her own damn business, I don’t have a preference. Anything that might bring her more pleasure excites me, though. I’m sure she’ll pop off if I blow on it if she’s all shaven. Madison sits down on the slate-tiled seat. Her skin is damp with steam, her hair wet.

  “This is a brand-new razor,” I say, walking over to her. “Sharp as hell.”

  She nods. She knows how careful I’ll have to be.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Madison holds my gaze and spreads her legs.

  “I trust you.”

  Chapter 2: Madison

  Derrick kneels below me in his father’s massive steam shower and comes in close, with his head right between my legs. I’m covered in a slick shave cream that’s the consistency of sex lube. He rubbed it all over me, I don’t know how much he’s planning on shaving. To be fair I didn’t give him directions. He’s about to start using a razor on me in a place I’ve only ever done myself. Extremely carefully, I hope.

  This shower is so big that it reminds me of being at the gym or the spa, when I’d sit in the steam rooms surrounded by other women in various stages of undress. The first time I went into a steam room, I covered myself with my towel completely and didn’t budge. You sta
rt to sweat right away; that surprised me. I wanted to open my towel, but I was too shy. A lot of women were lying on their towels completely naked, showing no shame or embarrassment at all. I remember being turned on by this. Being in a room where it was okay to be naked in front of strangers and not touch. Maybe I’m an exhibitionist.

  I hold my breath as Derrick moves the razor toward me. He uses his fingers to steady my skin and begins to drag the razor carefully along my inner lips. I can hear the gentle scratching noise from the razor, how intently he is focusing on his task, as not to hurt me. He rinses the blade clean before sliding it slick over my skin again.

  I take a breath.

  “You’re pretty good at that,” I say.

  “Don’t move,” he orders.

  I tense up in excitement at the command. I feel a flush between my legs. As he continues to shave me, my skin feels totally electric. He’s touching me in my most intimate place, but not where he usually would, and it’s incredibly arousing. It makes me want to be touched. As he keeps shaving, grazing my pussy with his fingers, going over the same spots to make sure he does it right, I want him to touch my clit more and more. He doesn’t, of course. I’m tingling and I can’t tell if I’m sweating or just wet all over.

  He shaves me almost completely bare before motioning for me to stand up. I walk over to him. I can feel the air more acutely between my legs; it tickles. We stand together under the rain showerhead and he rinses me clean. My newly shaven skin is much more sensitive than usual under his warm fingers.

  “How does it feel?” he asks, moving his fingers over my bare skin.

  “Mmm, good. Kiss me,” I whisper.

  Derrick holds my face in his hands. We press our bodies together and kiss deeply.

  “I love you, you know,” he whispers. “I don’t know what the hell we’re going to do about that, but I do.”

  “Me too,” I whisper, closing my eyes and pressing my lips against the curve of his neck.

  We turn off the shower and dry off, then step into our monogrammed robes. I’m fully aware of how ridiculous this is. I look at my face in the huge bathroom mirror, tie my hair back in a ponytail. I could be Mrs. Bourse. Just then I hear laughter coming from downstairs. Rummaging.

  “What the fuck is that noise?” I ask Derrick. He’s drying the floor, folding towels.

  He snaps his head around. “No fucking way,” he says, eyes wide.

  “Stay here,” he orders me, stepping out of the bathroom and peering downstairs. I think I hear my mother’s voice. Keys. Bags.

  Our parents are not due back for another week. This can’t be happening.

  “Derrick!” I whisper.

  “Are they back?”

  He looks back in my direction and nods.

  I can’t believe this. Of course they’re back now. We haven’t been up here all summer. I haven’t even tried to go upstairs once, and now my stepbrother has just finished shaving my entire…

  “It’s fine,” Derrick says.

  “How the hell is it fine?” I ask him, exasperated.

  “Just… you go downstairs first and pretend to come out of the downstairs bathroom. I’ll take the heat for being up here. Like he’ll even notice.”

  “But… Derrick, we’ve been fucking all over the house!”

  I hurry to pick up towels and start tidying the bathroom. As soon as the steam clears, I’m pretty sure no one will know we’ve been here.

  “What, did we leave a sex trail? Relax.”

  That makes me smile. Derrick kisses my lips quickly, a small peck. I wonder when the next time he’ll be able to kiss me will be.

  I start to go downstairs and avoid my mother and Frank, who are in the kitchen.

  “Are they here?” my mother says excitedly from the kitchen.

  “Derrick?” Frank’s voice booms through the house.

  “Kids? Are you home?” He laughs.

  “Guess they’re both out.”

  Ew, don’t call us the kids. We’re not actually related. I run into my bedroom and shut the door behind me as lightly as possible. I reach for the first dress I can find. It’s a crumpled-up purple cotton dress on the floor. I threw it off earlier before Derrick and I went to fuck in the rooftop pool. I look at myself in the mirror and smooth my hair. I don’t look like I’ve just banged my stepbrother. I don’t look like he just shaved my pussy in their steam shower. I can do this.

  “Mom?” I call for her, as I enter the kitchen.

  My mother turns around and I almost gasp. She’s wearing a pair of tailored cream linen pants and a tank top. Gold bangles decorate her wrists. She’s got a bit of a tan. Her face is as relaxed as I remember seeing it, possibly ever. Maybe she’s had a facial. Her diamond glints brightly on her finger.

  “Darling!” She flies at me, enveloping me in a huge hug. She smells like vanilla, roses and vacation air.

  “Mom, you look… great. What are you guys doing back so early?”

  “Honey, Europe just agrees with me. Frank had some business back here in New York, so we had to head back. I missed you! Oh, remind me to tell you something very exciting when I’m not so tired. Turns out, painting is in your blood. Is Derrick here?”

  What is she on about now? She makes less and less sense nowadays. I’m happy for her. I really am. But she also looks and sounds less like an art teacher every time I see her.

  “So where’s…” Frank begins.

  Derrick comes downstairs. He’s dressed, but his hair is wet. So is mine.

  “Hi, guys. You look rested.” Derrick shakes his father’s hand, and my mother gives him a small hug. He kisses her cheek.

  Suddenly we’re all silent, smiling at one another. I try not to look at Derrick. If I do, I’ll lose it. I have no idea if he’s trying to avoid looking at me.

  “So! It’s good to see you two haven’t killed each other!” my mother jokes, breaking the silence. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. Derrick lets out a laugh.

  “No, we haven’t. I’ve been fighting a lot. But not with her,” Derrick says, flashing his best charm-the-pants-off-anyone-alive grin.

  I feel myself blush in more places than my face.

  My mother doesn’t respond. She starts rummaging through a white plastic shopping bag with powder-blue tissue paper coming out of it. It says “Galeries Lafayette” on the front.

  “Honey, next time the two of you really should come with us. I bought this for you. As soon as I saw it, it really reminded me of you. The salesgirl was wearing one in a different color. What was it, Frank? I think emerald. I think this one suits you.”

  She hands me a silk scarf, it’s a deep mulberry color with charcoal accents. It’s beautiful. I think they’re both too focused on the trip to even wonder what Derrick and I are doing.

  “This is gorgeous, Mom, thank you.”

  Frank has gone into the living room, I assume to go upstairs. I hope he doesn’t suspect we’ve been in his bathroom. He yells back at us:

  “Do I smell eucalyptus?”

  Fuck.

  Derrick heads into the living room, taking charge of the situation.

  “Frank, that’s my fault. I just got back from a really intense fight. I used your precious shower. I’m sorry, but man does the steam help open the muscles.”

  Frank looks displeased.

  “Oh, Frank, you should let them use the steam shower. He’s right, it’s great for the muscles,” my mother chirps.

  “Dear, you use the shower whenever you want,” she says to him.

  “Amanda, no. He knows better.”

  Derrick and I look at each other.

  “So, you guys are getting along now? Tell me, Madison, how did my son finally win you over?” Frank jokes.

  If I were drinking something right now, I’d do a spit take. Frank, you don’t want to know. I try not to sound nervous.

  “Oh, he still annoys me. This house is so big, though, we stay out of each other’s way.
I don’t mind him. It’s fine. I was in the pool, I guess he was upstairs, I don’t know.”

  Frank is distracted. I’m not sure if he registered what I just said at all.

  “Great,” he answers.

  “So, listen, kids. We’re pretty jetlagged. I think we’re going to head off to sleep. Get back on New York time. You can keep yourselves amused, I trust?”

  He doesn’t mean anything by it, I think to myself. I’m reading into everything he’s saying. Relax. They have no idea. They would never even consider it for a moment. Chill out.

  My mother kisses me on the cheek.

  “Yes, we’re tired. So good to see you. Good night, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll make more sense in the morning. I have so much to tell you.”

  As soon as they’ve gone upstairs and we hear the door shut, Derrick lets out a hearty chuckle.

  “This is ridiculous,” he says.

  “They don’t know, do they?” I ask him.

  “Are you serious? They have no clue. They wouldn’t even consider the possibility. We hate each other, remember? Besides, not everyone’s mind is as dirty as yours.”

  There’s that devilish grin again. He steps closer to me and my whole body tenses up. I hold his gaze as he slowly brings his lips to mine. Our lips touch ever so softly, as to not make a sound. We hold each other’s gaze intently again, but say nothing.

  Derrick puts his forefinger to this lips and winks at me. I realize that somehow all of this just got a hell of a lot hotter.

  “I suppose I should turn in, then,” I say slowly.

  “Yeah. Okay. I’ll guess see you in the morning?”

  Derrick doesn’t move, he just smiles at me.

  I turn and head to my bedroom and I know he’s following me. I can hear his fluid footsteps behind me on the marble floor. I don’t look over my shoulder. He could always just go to his own room, which is right next to mine. He has a legitimate reason to be following me.

  Our parents are all the way upstairs, most likely asleep. I have no real way of knowing that, though. My heart is beating in my ears with excitement I reach the door to my bedroom.

  Derrick comes up behind me then and quickly sweeps his arm around my waist, pulling me back strongly against the firmness of his chest, the expanse of his shoulders. I permit myself to fall back into him as he kisses my neck, pulls me ever closer to his body. I know I’m getting wet. He spins me toward him so we’re facing each other and pushes me against the door frame in a kiss. He pins my wrists above my head. My chest is heaving but I don’t make a sound. My desire is completely awakened.