“Tierra,” I moan. “Dame tu fuego.” Give me your fire.
His finger goes deeper and I start to come. My core tightens around him and I shiver as an orgasm erupts around his hand. I rain down on him, dripping wet, the only sound in the foyer the clicking echoes of my wetness as his hand massages my folds.
“Tierra,” I whimper and bite my lip. “Oh… it’s so good…”
“Yeah it is,” he grunts in my ear.
“Fuck me, Dante,” I whisper, snaking my arms over my head and around the back of his neck.
He bends down and hooks an arm under my knees and lifts me up, cradling me in his chest like I’m weightless. He carries me into the living room.
The living room has a big U-shaped sectional couch. I have watched The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Pretty Little Liars on this couch. My dad watches CNN and Bloomburg News on this couch with Catarina curled up beside him. This is the family couch. Meant for family things.
Dante tosses me onto the middle of it. He rips my panties off my legs. There’s nothing “family” about the way he does it. Dressed in his boots and jeans, he hovers over me like a brutal intruder, his eyes on fuego as he peels his lips back over clenched teeth. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Cielo.”
I run my palms down my stomach and slide them across my cleft, feeling my hot wetness. “Do it, Tierra. Take me. Make me yours. I’m ready.”
The gleam in his eye sparks into fiery desire. He kicks off his boots and socks. Then he pulls his T-shirt over his head. His abs ripple and his chest and arms bulge. So hot. He tosses his shirt onto the couch. With exaggerated slowness he unbuckles his belt and pries open his fly. His cock springs out proudly, hot and throbbing. It’s huge. I don’t know how I’m going to fit it in me. But I want it. “Are you ready?” he asks.
Frightened, I nod, still sliding my hands across my wet entrance.
He tears the condom box open and bites the top packet with his teeth. He yanks on the strip of condoms and the packet tears open. He peels the condom out of the wrapper and drops the rest onto the glass coffee table. Then he rolls the condom on his cock.
He turns me and lays me down on the couch. I let my knees relax and fall away, opening myself to him. He kneels between my legs and crawls toward me. With a fist around his dick, he rubs the slick tip of the condom against my wet heat. “I’ll go slow,” he warns. Because yes, it’s a warning, like he’s going to torture me with his manhood in a way that only he ever could.
I’m so wet, the tip slips in with ease. But oh my, is he big. I try to relax. I’ve never felt anything this large inside myself. Sorry, Luke. Dante is in only an inch, but I swear I’m having a baby or something. He leans down and kisses me on the forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips. “Does it hurt?”
“I’m not sure.” I’m scared more than anything.
“Relax, Cielo. I’ll never hurt you.”
The hushed tone of his voice is so kind, so calming, I let go of my worry. It relaxes me down there, and he inches farther in. To my heart. No! I mean, into my body. Into my body!
Zing!
His hips touch my clit and pleasure springs up my spine. He’s all the way in. I really thought I wouldn’t be able to fit him in, but I do. And I am full. Oh. My. Cock. This is what it feels like to have a man inside you.
The second greatest sensation I’ve ever felt is the slow drag as he withdraws. It tickles my lips in this amazing way. But the greatest sensation is definitely the feeling of him pushing back into me, filling me back up, and the way he makes a silent growl, his eyes half-shut like he can’t take any more of this but at the same time can’t stop himself, like it’s too good to endure even another second, but he’s forced to fill me up. Yeah, it’s incredibly awesome. We could stop right now and I would never need to have sex again. This is the pinnacle. Right here. Smokin’ hot 21 year old surf stud man deep inside me. It doesn’t get any better than this.
Oh, wait. I was wrong.
He withdraws and pauses then eases himself back home.
It gets better every time.
pull…
Every.
push…
Fucking.
pull…
Time.
push…
If I didn’t come just then, I don’t know what’s going to happen when I do come, because right now, this is unreal.
push…
pull…
He does the slow thrust again and again and I lose my mind. I lose track of time. I lose track of where I am. All I know is that Dante is deep inside me, thrusting in and out with tremendous need, a need that matches my own.
“Cielo…” he moans desperately. “Cielo…”
I can’t even speak to respond. All I can do is whimper and squeal pathetically. “Nnnn…” I’m a tiny mouse being ravaged by a fiery lion. I float on a firestorm of pleasure. Dante lowers his weight onto my chest and I wrap my arms around him, pulling my palms against his rippling back muscles.
push…
“Tierra…” I cry. Literally. Tears leak from my eyes. This is heaven.
pull…
“Cielo…”
push…
Somehow, he gets bigger inside me. My impending orgasm expands around him.
pull…
“Llegado para mí, Cielo…” Come for me, Skye…
“Sí, mi amor…” Yes, my love… “Sí!” I squeal. I don’t even realize I’ve said it. “Sí!!”
The orgasm tears through me. My core clamps around him and he howls.
“Cielo! Ya voy, mi Cielo!” I’m coming, my Heaven! “Ya voy!” He arches his back and his eyes point toward heaven. “Cielo!! Mí amor!”
I scream as he explodes inside me.
The sound of my scream echoes throughout the empty house.
As every cell in my body tickles with sweet release, I finally realize what we’ve both just said…
Mí amor…
Somehow, it’s not the same because we were speaking Spanish.
It’s not the same.
It’s the same.
My love…
oOoOoOo + O+O+O+O
After.
I am freaking out.
Not because our parents came home in the middle of it, because they didn’t.
The reverse.
The house is empty.
But my heart is full.
I’ve never felt safer than I do lying naked beneath Dante, who is still inside me.
But I’m afraid.
Paralyzed.
He weighs down on top of me.
But I feel weightless.
Ungrounded.
Like I would be flung from the surface of the earth and sail away into outer space if he wasn’t here to ground me. Tierra.
We both used the L-word a moment ago. Well, the A-word because it was in Spanish.
The A-word.
Amor.
Did he mean it?
Did I mean it?
I don’t know! I don’t!
I want to have meant it. But only if he meant it.
This is terrible.
This is wonderful.
I don’t know what to do!!!
My head spins a million miles an hour.
My heart doesn’t spin at all. It stopped beating earlier when he said “Mí amor…”
What have I done?
Was this a mistake?
Is he going to walk out that door and take Phoebe to dinner?
Or worse, is he going to leave town and never come back?
Why did I do this?
This was an epic mistake!!!
I’m going to regret this, I just know it.
Soft, like the whispering of the wind, his heart slides inside of mine:
“Creo que Te amo, mi Cielo…” he mutters. I think I love you, my Sky…
I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him fiercely. Possessively.
“Yo también…” I whimper. “Yo también, mi Tierra.” Me too, my Earth.
&n
bsp; My heart spins to life in my chest and flies into the skye.
His heart tethers mine, holding on lightly like the string leading to a high flying kite. Free to fly and touch the heavens while safely grounded to the earth.
“Yo nunca te dejaré ir…” he whispers. I’ll never let you go…
My heart soars.
oOoOoOo + O+O+O+O
The rest of the evening is a romantic blur, a glowing pink haze of contentment.
Dante and I clean up and get dressed well before our parents come home. Our love making was so powerful, so intense, neither of us is ready to do it again. We don’t need to. Instead, we bask in each other, immersed in the simple presence of us.
Us.
We turn on the TV in the living room to watch a movie. It’s like we don’t want to leave the location of our profound coming together. It’s a sacred space for both of us. We don’t say anything about it, but the looks we exchange are clear and communicate more than our words ever could. Our hearts are exposed in our wordless exchange.
We hold hands.
“What do you want to watch?” I ask as I flip through a bunch of On-Demand movies on the screen, holding the remote with my free hand.
“Anything you want.”
“How about There’s Something About Mary. Have you seen it?”
“No.”
“Oh my god! You haven’t seen There’s Something About Mary?!!”
“Sorry,” he chuckles, “I’ve been out of the country for a while.”
“Dante, it’s the funniest movie ever! I swear. And it has a love story.”
‘Okay,” he grins. “Let’s do it.” He winks at me.
I giggle at his choice of words before renting the movie. A minute later, it starts. We sit a reasonable distance apart on the couch, just in case we don’t hear our parents coming in whenever they arrive, but we continue holding hands. It has never felt so incredibly good to just hold someone’s hand and watch a movie with them. It doesn’t get any better than this. This is heaven on earth. Cielo en la Tierra.
He caresses my hand with his thumb during the movie. It feels wonderful.
When the scene comes on where Ben Stiller, who plays Ted, is jerking off in the bathroom to “clean his pipes” before his big date with Cameron Diaz, who plays Mary, Dante starts laughing. Even though I’ve seen it before, I’m snickering the whole time. When Ted comes and can’t find where his jism went, and he answers the door with dripping jism dangling from his ear, Dante is dying with laughter. Then Mary sees it and Ted tells her it’s conditioner and she puts it in her hair. When the scene cuts to the bar, and Mary’s hair is standing up, Dante releases my hand and guffaws, literally slapping the couch and folding over himself with belly busting laughs. Even though I’ve seen the movie a dozen times, I laugh almost as hard as Dante.
“What is so funny?” Catarina asks, leaning into the living room.
I guess we never heard the garage door opening when they got home.
A moment later, Dad is standing behind her. They both look happy. Their night out went well, I can tell.
“Mom!” Dante cries, “You have to see this! Skye, rewind it to the beginning of the bathroom scene.” He reaches for the remote, but I do it for him since I know where the buttons are.
This is the first time Dante has ever called Catarina “Mom” in front of me. It might be the first time he’s called her “Mom” in seven years.
Her face lights up and her eyes twinkle, but she pretends like it’s nothing. “What is it?” Catarina asks, sitting down beside Dante.
Dad remains in the archway to the living room. He slides his hands in his pockets, still smiling, but still separate.
“Trust me, Mom,” Dante gasps, “You have to watch this.”
I don’t think Catarina has seen the movie. I know Dad has. We watched it together. A father-daughter bonding moment I forced on him last year. He actually liked it.
“I remember this scene,” Dad says casually.
I rewind to the beginning of the scene, where Chris Elliot, who plays Dom, a.k.a. Woogie, is talking to Ben Stiller about having “baby batter on the brain” and “flogging the dolphin” so he’s not nervous around Mary.
I start the scene. As it unfolds, Dante is snickering the whole time, but he’s holding it in so Catarina can hear the audio.
“What is this?” she chuckles. Catarina isn’t exactly a raunchy comedy kind of women. She’s too classy for that.
But as the scene unfolds, it does something magical.
Dad starts to chuckle and he sits down next to me. “Baby batter,” he chuckles, shaking his head.
When the cut happens to Cameron Diaz’s hair sticking up at the bar, Catarina cackles and squeals like a teenager. She looks at Dante, her eyes shining, “Her hair! It looks like wild grass!”
I’ve never heard her laugh so hard before.
And never in my life have I felt such a powerful sense of family as I do right now.
Me, my dad, and my mom. Because Catarina really is my mom. She’s always been there for me in a way my real mother never was…
“You stupid little cunt!”
SLAP!!
Shocked, I hold my cheek and feel the needle sting of hate coming from someone I love.
“You ruined my life, you little shit! I never should’ve had you!”
Thoughts of my own mom make me want to cry, but I don’t let them. I push them away so they don’t ruin this moment.
I’m too happy right now. I want to enjoy it.
Sadly, this is the last time we’ll feel like a regular family ever again.
But I don’t know it at the time.
All I know is that I’m in love with my stepbrother.
And he’s in love with me.
Chapter 13
The kid in front of me passes back the stack of blank Trig quizzes on Friday morning. I take one and pass the rest to the girl behind me. I smooth the test paper out on my desk and look at it. Shouldn’t it be illegal to make people take math tests this early in the morning? I vote yes. It’s cruel and unusual punishment.
I try to read through the first problem, but it swims in my vision.
Am I tired?
Yes.
Did I not sleep well after making love to Dante? Because let’s be honest, that’s exactly what it was. The answer is no, I did not sleep well. It felt plain wrong that Dante and I slept in separate bedrooms while Catarina and my dad got to share their bed. Why do they get to cuddle up at night while Dante and I have to pretend we barely know each other? It’s criminal. At the same time, I felt an amazing sense of contentment that he was just one room over. My frustration gave way to bliss and eventually I went to sleep. But I kept waking up all night long, thinking about Dante, imagining what would happen if I snuck into his bedroom or he snuck into mine. Sadly, it was not to be. Would I have slept better in his arms? Who knows.
But I do know: I. Am. Tired.
And I never finished studying for this quiz.
Can you blame me? When Dante chased off Luke, I was only a quarter way through studying for it. After that, do you think I went back and hit the books? Ha! Hardly.
Math ceased to exist after Dante Lord made love to me.
No time to think about that now. No more Dante. I’m all about math at this moment.
Math, math, math.
Dante.
Tierra…
Swoon.
This isn’t getting me anywhere. We only get 25 minutes for the quiz. I’ve wasted five already thinking about Dante.
Focus!
Mi Cielo… My Heaven…
Side ratios and right triangles!
Creo que Te amo… I think I love you…
Sines and Cosines and functions!
Yo nunca te dejaré ir… I’ll never let you go…
I shake my head, trying to block out thoughts of Dante. I check the clock. Fifteen minutes left.
This is ridiculous. I haven’t even done the first problem! Now I’m s
tarting to panic. I read over the question again and do my best to hammer out an answer. I hope it’s right. I set to work on the second problem. When did this all become so unfamiliar? I did the homework during the week. Why can’t I answer the quiz questions? After scribbling down an answer for question two, I check the clock. Five minutes left. Crap. I rush through the remaining problems, jotting down my best guesses. The last two may as well be random answers. Good enough.
I turn in my quiz with two seconds to spare.
At least it’s Friday and the weekend’s right around the corner.
I’m sure by Monday, I’ll forget all about this quiz.
oOoOoOo + O+O+O+O
“So I heard you fucked your stepbrother, Slutbright,” Ashley Masters says in school on the following Monday. Her words cut like iron spikes that slam straight through my breast bone and tear my heart apart.
My eyes bulge. I stumble to a stop, stunned, dropping my notebook onto the cement walkway. It flaps open like a dead bird.
How the hell did she know?!
“Thought so,” Ashley sneers. “It was that guy Brittany saw you with at the library, wasn’t it? The one in the picture?”
Oh my god. She knows! How does she know?!
“He’s the same guy I saw you kissing at Blazing Waters, isn’t he?”
I try to hide my reaction, but my eyelids peel back farther.
“It is,” she says victoriously. “And it all makes sense. There’s no way a guy that hot is related to you,” she says venomously. “Not by blood, anyway. But that doesn’t change the fact you’re having incestuous sex with your brother! Ha ha ha!” She laughs. “How awesome is this! I can’t wait to share the news. Skye Slutbright, Brother Fucker.” She chuckles gleefully and walks toward her locker by the senior lawn while typing something into her smart phone.
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