by Zoey Long
“God, I want you,” he whispers, grazing his palms over my breasts, running his lips and tongue over my neck. He’s kissing me harder than usual.
“Don’t mark me,” I say. “That’s the last thing I need. An unexplained hickey.” Derrick eases up slightly but continues to kiss me. My nerve endings are on fire as I raise my body to meet his touch, and his cock presses hard against my pelvis.
“They’re right upstairs,” I say to him.
“Then we’ll just have to be really quiet, won’t we?”
Derrick leads me into the bedroom. We’re still kissing as he shuts the door. I hear it click behind us. We’re kissing deeply as I raise my arms and he lifts my purple dress over my head. Then he drops straight to his knees and puts his mouth between my legs. His lips on my newly shaven skin sends shivers through my body.
“All I was thinking about the whole time they were talking is what you taste like.”
He holds me steady and inhales me deeply, then kisses my upper thighs before settling his mouth between my legs again. His tongue invades me quickly and I gasp sharply. Everything is a lot more sensitive than usual. I can’t help it. He stops right away.
“Come on, sis. You’re going to have to do a better job than that.”
Goosebumps flutter my skin as he begins licking my clit, still holding me steady before him. The sensation of him stimulating me is intensified by the fact that I can’t make a noise. I begin to ache and I’m afraid I’ll buckle at the knees.
“I…can we lie down?” I whimper.
He looks up at me, smirking. Derrick presses his fingers into my thighs and doesn’t stop what he’s doing. He swirls his tongue over my bare outer lips before licking my clit again. He’s testing me. I close my eyes tight, my breath quickens, but I’m not making noise. My lips are vibrating with sensation. He scratches up the length of my legs. Sharp pain invades my consciousness.
“Fuck you,” I breathe. “That’s unfair.”
Now he’s just flexing. Derrick stops.
“Okay, would you rather I rail you out from behind and see if you can be quiet then?”
What a smartass.
“No, keep going.”
“Say please.”
Oh, man, he’s really making me work for it. I know he’s getting off on this. And I can’t yell at him. Fine.
“Please,” I say.
His tongue circles my clit over and over. At this point, he knows just what I like. I’m afraid if I come like this, I’ll fall forward and really make a loud noise.
As if he senses my fear, Derrick stands up. I lie down naked on my bed.
“Stay there,” he says, kissing me. He moves to the windows and removes the curtain tie-backs, the curtains billow closed.
“You know what I think would be fun?”
I know that look.
Derrick comes over to me with the gold curtain ties in his hands. Four in total. He wraps them tight around the back of his hand and smiles at me.
“If we both agree that it’s really important for you to be quiet tonight…”
“Me? What about you?” I snap back.
“Oh, I’ll be quiet. You’re the one with the high-pitched moans. I think if I tie these around your wrists and ankles, that’ll ensure that you don’t move and make any unnecessary thrashing noises. That’s what I think.”
“Oh, is it?” I laugh.
“Do you trust me?” he asks. “Do you think it would be fun?”
How can he ask me if I trust him after all of this time? Of course I trust him. Tying me up isn’t as dangerous as dragging a blade over me. The thought of being fucked by my stepbrother right now, with our parents asleep upstairs in the same apartment, is really arousing me. The thought of being physically unable to move my limbs while it’s happening is even more exciting and taboo.
“Yes, of course I trust you. You’re right. Now that I think about it, I don’t exactly trust myself not to thrash around on the bed,” I tease him, smiling slyly.
I hold my arms up, wrists facing him.
“Go ahead, let’s try it.”
Derrick nods and comes over to me, tying my wrists to the bedposts. He knots the curtain tie-backs loosely at first, then tighter. Nice and snug. I move my wrists against the ties. I’m not going anywhere.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yes, that feels good.”
“So, listen, if you want me to untie you at any point, you should—”
“I’ll say ‘seven.’”
He stands back, looking surprised.
“Oh, Derrick, come on. I know what a safe word is. And I should have one.”
“Okay, then.” He smiles, then stands back and looks at me, tied up. He looks pleased with himself.
“I don’t think we should use these on your ankles tonight. I like when you pull me into you. I want you still to have some control.”
“You’ve thought a lot about this,” I say, nodding. I like pulling him into me too.
Derrick kisses me on the mouth and I try to put my arms around his shoulders on instinct. My wrists press against the ties. They’re soft but will chafe if I struggle too hard. My breath quickens.
I bite my lip and close my eyes as he runs his hands over my face, down my neck. I raise my face to meet his palm and fingertips, opening my mouth as they graze my lips. He lingers there and I kiss his fingers. With my eyes closed I can focus just on his touch. My nerves are standing at attention. A shiver passes through my whole body as he runs his fingers down my torso in one smooth motion, grazing my hip bones. He’s moving back up to my breasts, stimulating my nipples gently. This isn’t the first time someone has tied me up in bed, if I’m being honest. I tried it with my boyfriend freshman year of college. We laughed a lot. It wasn’t like this.
He puts his mouth on my breasts, kissing them and swirling his tongue over my nipples. I gasp quietly. He sucks them harder.
“Oh!” I inhale.
“Shhh,” he says. “Remember to be quiet. We don’t want Mom and Dad to hear.”
I feel Derrick get on top of me and his body is hard all over. His smell invades my consciousness. It’s clean and woody, mixed with eucalyptus from the shower. I want him all over me. He kisses my shaved slit again. I can feel the warmth of his breath on me more acutely. He starts licking me again, to make sure I’m sufficiently worked up before slamming into me. I keep my eyes closed.
He spreads my legs wide and lifts my torso, and I can feel him steady himself. He’s about to enter me. He makes me wait for it.
“Do you want me inside you?” he whispers.
I’m almost dizzy from wanting him.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
He presses his cock inside of me and sensation floods my brain. I let out a small moan. He picks up the pace and my body responds. I get wetter and tighter around him. I strain my wrists against the ties. It’s difficult not to hold him when he’s fucking me. He wraps his strong arm around my lower back, pulling me up and into him. He starts rubbing my clit as he’s fucking me. I feel myself clench further. If he keeps doing that I’m going to come on his cock and he knows it.
Derrick keeps rubbing me in circles and fucking me at the same time. He takes small breaks from rubbing me, backing off a bit before going at it again. My nerves are tingling cyclically. My orgasm is still building. He’s thrusting hard into me now, probing me. Not so hard that the bed is crashing against the wall. Must be very careful about that.
He moves on top of me, fucking me harder. My shaved pussy is so wet and slippery that my clit is rubbing against his torso as he pushes into me over and over. I thrash against the ties, liking the feeling of being restrained, unable to stop the pleasure flooding my body. I keep my eyes closed and zero in on the sensation. Derrick’s lips are grazing my neck as he fucks me. He kisses me lightly, bites down a bit. If he just hangs on a bit longer… yes… that’s…yes…
I inhale sharply as I’m about to com
e, Derrick can tell. He covers my mouth with his palm as I start coming, to stop me before I can make any noise.
I open my mouth against his pressing palm. I’m humming. My exhalation vibrates with orgasm; waves of warm pleasure radiate from inside of me, down the length of my legs, up my spine, down and out through my fingers and toes. I pant against his palm for a moment.
Derrick doesn’t stop fucking me even though I’ve come. He thrusts into me harder and harder and I just have to hold on for the ride. I want him to come wherever he wants to. My wrists strain against the ties as he keeps going.
“Come for me now,” I whisper in his ear.
He thrusts into me harder. I wish I could hold on to him, scratch my fingernails down his back. See how quiet he can be. My wrists feel raw now from pulling against the restraints. He begins to shudder then and pulls out of me. I feel warm come spurt out over my stomach. I gasp and raise my pelvis upwards. His breath trembles as he’s coming all over me, but he doesn’t make an audible sound.
The next morning Derrick is still in my bed. Light peeks in from the windows, dancing through the vertical spaces between the thick curtains. It’s early-morning light, bright and plentiful. The curtain ties from the night before are still hanging from my bedposts. The white sheets feel crisp and silken against my naked skin, and since I’m not fully awake yet, I stretch my long limbs out and feel the shiver of my stretching muscles down to my toes. When I open my eyes, I see Derrick sleeping peacefully on his back next to me. My heart skips. He can’t be in my bed. I have to get him to his own room.
I look at his face and hesitate to wake him. He looks so serene lying there. There’s no boisterous attitude, no smirk or charming grin. I watch his bare chest and stomach rise and fall with smooth breaths. I wish we could just be together. Out in the open. I love Derrick. We’ve never spent the night in the same bed before this. We’ve passed out on the couch, we’ve fucked all night, but in the morning he always went to his own room. It feels right to wake up next to him.
Just for a moment, I permit myself to imagine that Derrick is my boyfriend. That we are a couple just like any other. That school is starting and we’re dating and everyone knows about it. No shame. No fear.
I hear the clanging sound of my mother downstairs making coffee. He can’t be seen in my bedroom.
“Derrick,” I whisper to him.
His eyes flutter open and he smiles at me. The moment is sweet and perfect.
“Oh, fuck!”
Derrick jumps up quickly, sitting straight up in bed.
“I can’t believe I slept in here last night. What time is it? Eight?”
I look at my phone on the table.
“Eight forty-five.”
Derrick laughs and rubs his eyes.
“Your mother’s awake? They’re probably both awake.”
The sheet is wrapped around my middle. Derrick stops to kiss me on the lips before getting up and putting on shorts.
“I love you,” I blurt out. It’s like I have to know we’re still okay even though our parents are home.
He smiles, leans down to kiss me again.
“I love you too. See you downstairs? Sis?”
Oh, man. Another quick peck and he’s out the door.
I still have no idea what the hell we’re doing, and school is starting in a few short days.
When I get downstairs, Derrick is in full-on charming mode. My mother is floating around the kitchen in a diaphanous flowered robe thrown over her cotton pajamas. Frank is nowhere to be seen. She pours Derrick a cup of French press coffee.
“Good morning, dear! Sit! Sit!”
Derrick smiles at me as I take a seat next to him. Mom pours me a cup of coffee as well.
I stand up to get milk.
“No, I’ll get it,” Mom says. She puts a full white ceramic single-serve milk pitcher on the table.
“It’s so good to see you both,” she says. “Derrick, your father had to run out for the day. I’m glad I get you both to myself for a moment. Right before school starts! Are you excited?”
“Yeah.”
Mom sits down at the table with us, pours herself a cup of French press. She looks even more refreshed than the day before, if that’s possible.
“So what have you guys been doing all summer?” she asks, deadpan.
I cough on my coffee a bit.
Derrick steps in. “Oh, you know, I’ve been at the studio a lot, we’ve had some pool parties, nothing too crazy. Madison and I have grown on each other, I guess.” He’s completely calm.
“You’ve discovered the shower, finally,” Mom responds. “It’s an amazing experience. I’d spend whole days in there if I could. I know your father doesn’t like you using it, but I really don’t mind. As long as we’re not in there at the same time!” She laughs.
She’s punchy today.
“You can fit a lot of people in that shower,” Derrick begins. I flush and almost stab him with my coffee spoon under the table. “I imagine,” he finishes.
“I don’t know how many, but yes, it would be a lot.” Mom smiles, tickled by his joke.
Oh great. They’re having a grand old time and I’m about to explode.
“Madison, did you know, I think we both have to go to an orientation tomorrow?” Derrick says suddenly.
“What?” I say. He’s really trying to get me to spit coffee all over everything.
“Did you not check your academic calendar?” he says smugly. He pulls out his phone and loads up the calendar for me to see.
“Yep. Here. It says: ‘All new and returning students must report to Robertson Hall at nine a.m. on the twenty-third.’ That’s tomorrow.” He flashes me his big, charming, infuriating grin.
How long has he known about this? Tomorrow? And we have to be in the same place at the same time? We’ll have to pretend like we don’t know each other. Or pretend like we’re not in love and fucking every chance we get. He loves to torture me like this. I’d be pissed if I didn’t love him and everything he does to me.
“Oh, good, you can go in together!” Mom gushes.
Chapter 3: Derrick
Madison looks like she’s about to kill me with her bare hands. Ha, bring it. I love wrestling her, my sexy little thing. Not the point. Sure, I knew we had an orientation on the same day. So what? You have to admit, this whole thing is kind of hot. Secret, forbidden love. The house is huge. Our parents are so preoccupied with themselves they won’t even notice that their kids are so wild for each other they can barely breathe. She’s in the art school, I’m in the business school. I for one am hoping for some quickies around campus. Who cares what everyone else thinks? If I see that little shit Noel I swear I’ll lay him out.
Amanda takes the last sip of her coffee and stands up. “Well, that’s certainly exciting. I’m going to go for a swim. I’ll see you later on. Madison, do you have everything you need for tomorrow? Order food if you guys are hungry. What am I saying? I’m being silly, you guys can take care of yourselves. Have a good day.”
Amanda kisses Madison on the cheek and heads out of the room. When she leaves the kitchen, Madison and I are sitting in silence. I decide to break it.
“See? She has no clue.”
“Shh!” Madison returns.
That makes me laugh. I grab her hand, I feel the pull toward her with my whole body.
“Your mother is not in the room anymore. And if she sees me holding your hand like this, she’ll just think we’re getting along like two chummy siblings. She’ll be charmed.”
Madison narrows her eyes. “You love playing with fire, don’t you?”
I pull her into me for a kiss. The kitchen chair scrapes on the floor as I move closer to her. She’s trepidatious at first, then her mouth relaxes into a deep, passionate tongue kiss. My head spins in the way only she can make it spin. Crazed and unrelenting. She pulls away. I can see goosebumps on her forearms.
“What… what are we going to do tom
orrow?” she asks, eyes closed, a bit dizzy from the kiss.
I put my hand under the table and find Madison’s knee. I start to snake my fingers up her leg and she doesn’t resist me. I pull her closer to me, move her panties to the side and slip my fingers inside of her. She gasps, quietly.
I hold her steady and whisper in her ear. “We’re going to pretend like I don’t spend all day fucking you.”
She moans a bit louder, into my mouth. I kiss her again, run my other hand through her hair and push her into me. Her lips are vibrating with excitement. Her pussy is getting wetter by the second as I move my hand rhythmically, just how she likes it. She moves her eyes, trying to see if anyone is around.
“Relax, honey,” I say, pumping her more vigorously in the chair, moving my lips to her neck and biting down slightly. “The only one coming right now is you.”
Chapter 4: Madison
By the time I get to Robertson Hall the next morning, I’m sure Derrick is already there. I insisted that we not go in together. I’d rather avoid immediate questioning. He agreed, reluctantly, threw on his jiujitsu gear and went in for a quick round beforehand. Mom wasn’t home to send us off, thank goodness.
“I’m sure I’ll see you there,” he said, kissing my cheek. As if that was supposed to make me feel better somehow.
I reach the large brick building and my eyes are searching for him in the sea of admitted students. I can’t help it. I feel like a charged-up magnet, trying to find my other half. All I want is for us to snap together again.
“Hey!”
My friend Stephanie from Madison Ave Preschool jumps into my field of vision. Her willowy frame stands a few inches taller than mine. I haven’t seen her all summer. She looks tan. Her curly hair hangs loose around her collarbones.