by Zoey Long
I move up to her mouth and shove my cock down her throat. Pleasure sears through me immediately as she takes as much of me in her mouth as she can, deep-throating me in the middle of her bedroom floor. I start to fuck her mouth and she moans in that same pleading tone, trying to control my hips with her hands. She feels so fucking good I want to press my torso hard into her, but I don’t. She backs off of it for a second to catch her breath, and I withdraw myself from her mouth. Her pout is swollen and red.
Now I’ll fuck her pussy.
She’s dripping down her ass and her thighs, I lift her legs over her head and press them together. Her pussy lips are pink and wet, begging me to stretch them with my cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask her.
She nods.
“With our parents asleep right now, right above our heads?”
She nods.
“When they just accused us of fucking each other? When everyone knows? Tell me you want my cock, sis. Beg me.”
Her eye contact is searing. She’s pulsating with desire, I can see it all over her.
“Please,” she pants. “I want your cock.”
I tease her with the tip of my dick, gliding it up her dripping slit.
“Please fuck me,” she whispers.
I start to put it in, slowly at first. She clenches around me immediately, and I push it a bit further in. Jesus, she’s tight. I can’t hold back anymore. I push my cock fully inside of her, burying it in her tight little hole. She stretches to accommodate me as I begin thrusting into her hard and fast. I’m on my knees in front of her, holding her high-heeled legs around the ankles as I pound into her. We’re both so worked up that we might come soon. At least I know she will.
“Can I touch my clit?” she asks me as I’m fucking her.
“Yes, please.”
Madison moves her hand over her pussy, rubbing herself similarly to how I was touching her earlier. Her eyes are closed; she’s biting her lip again. She gets quiet, and after a few moments I can tell she’s close to coming.
“Come on. Give it to me. That’s right,” I whisper.
Her hand starts to rub her clit faster and faster. Her whole pussy is pink and aroused as she keeps rubbing. I can feel her pussy dripping and tightening around my cock.
“Mmmmm, yes… yes… I’m coming… mmm,” she whispers.
Her pelvis starts to shake with orgasm. I ride it out with her until I know she’s done. I can’t hold on much longer. I feel my muscles tighten, and I come, holding her legs wide over her head.
Chapter 10: Madison
On the morning of the surprise, I awake with my limbs entwined with Derrick’s. We are testing the limits now—now that our parents suspect us and kids at school are tormenting us. I guess we just don’t want to fight so hard anymore.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says, opening his eyes.
We embrace each other, kissing and intertwining our limbs so tightly that I hardly know where one of us ends and the other begins. I close my eyes, filling my nostrils with the scent of him, burrowing my head in his neck. I know that my door is locked; that’s a plus. He pulls me on top of him then, in one fluid motion, as if we were in a tussle. I feel his morning wood press firm against me.
I move my hips back and forth, grinding myself over him playfully. He has a big smile on his face.
“What has you looking so chipper this morning?” I ask him, curious.
He doesn’t answer, but keeps grinning at me.
“You could say everything is in the shitter right now. I really don’t know what could be making you so happy,” I say, flashing a big smile of my own.
“Not even the ridiculously mind-blowing taboo-as-hell fucking we had on the floor last night?”
I nod.
“That was pretty good.”
“No, that’s not why. That helps, but that’s not why.” His smile has gotten even bigger, if that’s possible.
“Soo, are you going to tell me?” I ask, bouncing more deliberately on top of him.
“Not if you keep doing that,” he breathes, reaching down to hold on to my hips and rock them back and forth.
I feel his cock stiffen a bit further underneath me. I could so easily slip it inside of me right now. Neither of us put clothes back on last night. I kiss his cheek and sit back up expectantly.
“I won’t move. Tell me,” I say, sitting still.
“Okay, remember when I said I thought you should have your own show?” he says finally.
“Ye…Yes,” I answer cautiously.
“Well… what would you think, hypothetically speaking, if I happened to pull some strings and that might result in you, say, being featured in a show of your own?”
“What?” I say loudly.
What did he do? No way. My heart is racing.
“Shh!” He laughs. “Let’s not help our folks think we spent the whole night together, shall we?”
My heart is beating ever faster in my chest. I don’t know if I am overjoyed or terrified or angry or what.
“Derrick, what did you do? Tell me right now. I’m serious.”
He smiles.
“I have a friend who runs a gallery in SoHo who owes me a favor. I showed her the piece that you had in the student show, and she’s genuinely interested. No bullshit. She told me that if you send her some more of your work, she can feature you in her exhibition on ‘fresh talent.’ She loves that you’re as young and prolific as you are.”
My head is spinning.
“What gallery is it?”
“Near the Tenth Street galleries,” he says nonchalantly. Like it’s nothing. Like it’s not famous and a huge deal.
I fly at him and cover him in kisses. I am so blown away by this opportunity, but I also kind of want to punch him for going behind my back.
“I kind of hate that you did this without telling me,” I admit.
“I know. I didn’t know whether or not to do it, but I really think you have a lot of promise. No bullshit. I only showed her that one piece and she jumped at it…”
“And… why does this woman owe you a favor?” I ask.
“She’s… we go back a really long time. Don’t worry about it. The point is, she’s a talented artist in her own right, she has a fantastic eye, and she really liked your work.”
Probably some old girlfriend of his. I am too excited by this to press the issue and ruin my morning.
“So when is the show?” I ask. I must look like an excited puppy.
“Two weeks,” he says. “You should go downstairs and choose some of your favorite pieces. That’s what I think.”
“Oh my God! That’s not enough time!”
I spring off of Derrick, sprint out of bed and run out of the bedroom barefoot, desperate to get downstairs to my studio. I already have a few pieces in mind. The cerulean piece from the student show, of course, but also others. Mainly the newest one I’m nearly finished with that was inspired by classical Greek myths. I have to go see this woman today. Or at least email her. I can’t believe Derrick did this for me. I just hope he asks permission next time.
Chapter 11: Derrick
The last two weeks have been a complete whirlwind. Madison has engrossed herself entirely in her painting, and that’s good. That’s just what I wanted to happen. She spends hours downstairs, poring over each one of them in the cave of her own making, trying to decide which ones are worthy for display and which should stay behind. In my opinion, they’re all worthy of display.
Not that everything that falls out of her is pure genius, but it is all interesting. Every single piece has a congruous style that is utterly her own. Her newest painting, and perhaps her most ambitious yet, is a complete mystery to me. She won’t show it to me, won’t talk to me about it, nothing. “It’s very special” is the only thing she’ll say, always with a warm smile.
Elena already has it.
The show is tonight and I’ve picked ou
t my best suit. I haven’t seen Dad’s old assistant Elena in years. I’d say it’s been about six. Not since she professed her love for me and Dad fired her on the spot.
Well, that’s a lie. I did see her a couple of weeks ago. I went to her gallery to show her Madison’s work. And damned if she didn’t look exactly the same.
“What a fantastic surprise,” Elena said to me, walking out in her black pumps and an eggplant-colored dress. Her hair was still thick ebony waves, her skin tanned and glowing. Gallery ownership suits her.
“You look wonderful,” I said, kissing her cheek. Her scent surprised me, only in that I recognized it immediately. It’s funny the things that change and the things that don’t.
“Now you have a sister, with great talent?” she asks, putting a shiny curl behind her ear.
“Stepsister. She’s my stepsister. And, yes, she’s very talented.” I shuffle.
Elena laughs.
“Of course she’s your stepsister. I really didn’t think Frank had any more kids!”
There’s no one else in this world who makes me nervous. I didn’t think that would still be true. But I’m here for Madison.
“And how have you been? What are you up to?” Her eyes are like two almonds, wideset. They pull you into her.
I told Elena about my jiujitsu, about my plans to open a studio of my own. Funny, I haven’t told anyone else about that yet. She thanked me for helping her get her gallery off the ground, which I did in secret and never regretted. Elena was meant to own a gallery. In many ways, I always thought she was more talented than Frank. He was just born into the art world. Elena, like Madison, was called to it.
“This is very interesting,” Elena said, looking at Madison’s work.
“She’s a student?”
I nodded.
“Very vibrant. Exciting. Yes, I would love to have her in the show. Ask her to send me a few more pieces, but I trust you, Derrick. I trust your judgment.”
Another kiss on the cheek and I had Madison in a show in one of the most dynamic galleries in SoHo. I nearly ran home in excitement. And now my palms are sweating, thinking of my love and Elena in the same room.
“Do I look okay?”
I whip around and see Madison looking absolutely stunning. She’s standing in a cerulean cocktail dress with her thick brown hair billowing around her shoulders in soft curls. It’s tasteful and professional, yet utterly gorgeous. She’s breathtaking. Like she just stepped off of one of her own canvases.
My face must say it all, because she smiles with tears in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she says.
“I just got your foot in the door; you have to walk through it. So they say.”
“That’s corny.”
“I know. It’s also true. Let’s go.”
Frank and Amanda are meeting us there. I think the gesture of me getting my sister her own show quieted them for a moment about me possibly sleeping with her. I honestly don’t know what they believe at this point.
When we walk into the gallery, we’re holding hands. The space is filled with people, more than I was actually expecting. Many from our own school. We sent out a Facebook invite and posted on the campus board. I wasn’t expecting this big of a turnout.
“Derrick, the first thing I want to show you is my latest work. I was going to save it until the end, but…” Madison drags me over to her largest piece yet. There’s a crowd around it. It’s a gorgeous mix of chartreuse and spruce, peaches and pinks. There are two semiabstract figures facing one another, touching hands. One male, one female.
“It’s inspired by Greek myths. Twins. Siblings who loved one another,” she says, not looking me in the eye.
“Hello! If it isn’t the lovely artist, Madison Dale,” Elena exclaims, meeting us in front of Madison’s painting. She’s dressed in a tasteful black satin cocktail dress. Her hair is up and back, and she has a long string of pearls strung many times over around her neck. They fall delicately on her chest, between her breasts. Elena kisses both of Madison’s cheeks, welcoming her. I realize how uncomfortable I am.
Elena then shakes my hand. It’s warm and exciting. She gives a knowing smile. She might as well have winked. I don’t like the two of them together in the same space like this—the woman I used to love and the woman I currently love, and neither of them know about the other.
“So, how do you two know each other?” Madison asks, getting right to the point.
Elena laughs. And when she answers, she looks only at me.
“Oh, Derrick and I, we have known each other for many years. Since before he was a big jiujitsu fighter. But he still had heart. So much heart. He helped me open this place when I had no one. When everyone else turned their back on me. He was my savior.”
Madison nods slowly.
“Look at me, getting caught up in reminiscing. Please, enjoy the show, my dear. This is a triumph for you. Go, look at your pieces! I think we may have sold one already,” Elena says.
Elena walks off, leaving me standing in a cloud of her signature scent. It’s roses mixed with something spicy. Cinnamon, maybe. I watch her walk across the room to get a drink and turn back to look at me. Her smile is more daring now. Our eyes meet. Fuck.
“What was that all about?” Madison asks, jolting me back to reality.
“Elena, she’s an old friend. Lovely person. Look, it’s the cerulean.” I point to her painting on the wall. It’s lit more spectacularly here than at the school show. And there’s a dot next to it.
“Madison, it sold!” I say to her happily.
“Well, look at that.”
“Darling! Isn’t this fantastic!” Amanda comes up behind us, hugging and kissing Madison. “Show me everything! All your pieces, I want you to give me a tour of them all!” she gushes. Frank isn’t with her. I look over my shoulder and see that Elena isn’t standing in the same spot as she was a moment ago.
“I’m… going to get a drink,” I say.
They hardly notice me turn away. Amanda is so busy gushing over Madison’s art that I move away from them completely unnoticed. I’m not sure of what I want or where I’m going exactly, but I’m magnetically drawn across the room. The bustle from the crowd quiets down as I turn down the hall toward the restroom. It’s dark. The floors are polished concrete, and offices line the walls. All of them are dark as well.
“There you are.”
I hear Elena’s voice and turn to see that she’s in the last office, at the very end of the hall.
“Well, don’t be shy, come in here.”
Just the sound of her voice excites me. I can’t help myself.
I walk into the office and Elena reaches over me to shut and lock the door. I close my eyes and take her in, the scent of her. I know this is going to a bad place but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want her.
“Elena… what are you—”
“It wouldn’t be the first time you fucked me in this gallery,” she says, lifting her dress to reveal a black garter and thigh-high lace stockings. She walks over and puts her mouth on my neck, kissing me.
“Are you crazy?” I ask her, pushing her away. Holding her wrists at her sides.
She smiles and breaks her hand free and kisses me full on the mouth. She snakes her hand down to my crotch. My cock is hard.
“See, you do want me. I know you do. You always have.” She’s got her hand in my pants now, stroking my warm, hard cock with her hand.
I look up at the ceiling, trying to will myself to leave the room. It’s not working.
Elena stops for a moment, stands in front of me and slips off her black panties. They fall to the floor and she steps out of them. Then she sits on her desk and spreads her legs wide, thigh-highs still on, showing me her pussy. Son of a bitch.
“Come over here and tell me you don’t want me,” she purrs. Her pussy is shaved. I can see how excited she’s becoming. There’s no use fighting her at this point. I can’t control mysel
f.
I rush over and bury my head between her legs, lapping her pussy with my tongue, exploring her from muscle memory.
“That’s a good boy. Yes, just like that,” she moans. I stop for a moment.
“Stand up,” I order her.
Elena walks over to the wall, I press her back up against it and take my pants down. My cock is rock hard and I lift her right off of her feet, spread her legs around me and push my cock deep inside of her. I begin fucking her against the wall so hard that she’s bouncing up and down on my cock.
“Fuck… fuck… yes,” she says quietly.
I begin fucking her as hard as I can, slamming her ass against the wall.
“You want to get fucked?” I ask her. “Is this what you want?” I ask, slamming into her over and over.
“Yes, yes, baby. Come for me,” she says.
I pick up the pace and start to come, thrusting my hips harder into her, filling her up. My body writhes with orgasm against her. I’m left breathing hard. Elena puts her feet down to the floor.
“You weren’t ever able to lift me up like that before,” she says, out of breath. Her breasts are rising and falling, glistening with sweat.
I can’t speak to her. I’m the biggest asshole alive.
Part 5
Chapter 1: Derrick
“Don’t look so upset, hon.” Elena smiles, leaning her weight completely against the white wall, her chest still heaving and glistening with sweat. The many rings of pearls hanging delicately around her neck seem to mock me. Beads of sweat gather around her ample breasts. Her nipples are still hard through her black silk dress.
I’ve just fucked her up against the wall of her office, her legs thrust up and around my waist, her weight completely supported against me. Her olive skin is slightly flushed around the cheeks and chest, and her black hair hangs loosely out of a bun around her shoulders. Elena smiles at me, relaxed. Pleased. She’s gotten her way. She’s proved to me that after all these years, she can still have me when she wants me. The old Derrick Bourse, front and center.