“Tell me,” he says softly.
“Connecting to you, connecting to you in a way more than fucking…made me come,” I whisper breathily.
Telling him this, admitting that I feel deeper for him than I let on. Hell, than I even knew before that experience happened. He hums just before closing his eyes and pressing his lips against mine, kissing me like we never have before. Awakening some awareness in me, that as much as I want to fool myself, I’m falling head over heels for this man. We kiss for minutes, long minutes that could be hours, segments of uncountable time. Nothing is relevant but this space, with him, sharing the bond that’s now been catapulted to another level. I love this man. Eventually we know our time is limited alone in this house, so with one last kiss, I head back upstairs and into bed with my best friend who’s still sleeping comfortably oblivious to my betrayals to her.
12
DAISY
The next morning, I wake before Irys, hurriedly pulling the obvious bandages off my palms and see that with them combined with the salve Wyatt had put on them, they are barely noticeable. When she gets up, she tells me she doesn’t have to work which is insane for her on a Saturday, and asks if I want to spend the day together. Of course I do, but part of me thinks this is just a way for me to cleanse my soul for what I’m keeping from her. The suns already high in the late morning and she tosses me a yellow bikini, which I toss right back at her.
“The floral one, I don’t need your parents seeing my piercings,” I tell her.
“Oh, yeah, forgot,” she says, retrieving the patterned material that will hopefully camouflage the dimensions of my genital adornments.
“But maybe if I wear the other one, your dad will leave your mom for me,” I say then we both laugh, because yeah fucking right.
Irys grabs beach towels, some magazines, and her radio, piling them into my arms. We walk downstairs and Ruby and Maven are getting waters from the fridge.
“Can you grab two for us?” Irys asks.
Ruby and Maven are both in their bathing suits as we gather some snacks and they head back outside. The sun’s hot as shit before we even get out from under the porch, and my eyes land on Dornan, Nolan, and Wyatt, all shirtless and sweaty as Maven and Ruby pass out drinks. I see lawnmowers, and other assorted lawn shit sitting out at various places and conclude the guys must be doing yard work. Jo and Ro are sitting in two of the six lawn chairs that fold out to lie down on and Irys and I walk over to the two opposite of them. We lay out our towels, before sitting and rubbing on tanning oil. I tilt my head back to rub under my neck and my eyes dart over to Wyatt who’s watching me as he pounds his water. Just to tease him, I adjust my bikini top and rub the oil over my chest and stomach before lying back and turning my head toward him, pushing my sunglasses up my nose while giving him a small smile. He shakes his head minutely, then caps his water and tosses it onto the ground.
“Never seen a prettier sight,” Dornan comments as he looks down at his daughters and wife in a row.
“We gettin’ tan daddy,” Ruby says, who looks adorable with her brown hair piled high on top of her head, sunglasses, and a pink ruffle bikini.
“Ok, baby,” he says to her before leaning down to kiss his wife, who’s rocking a black bikini.
“Your parents fuck all the time,” I comment to Irys as I watch Dornan’s tongue sneak into his wife’s mouth covertly.
“Totally,” she replies.
We lay in the sun as I watch Wyatt work with heavy machinery and find myself sighing repeatedly.
“It is hot out here,” Irys says in reply to my sounds.
Irys and I flip through magazines, which I use mine to shield my obvious ogling. Listening to the radio, trying to tune out Jo and Ro bitching about everything. We’ve been out here for I don’t know how long, but at one point I close my eyes and drift out of awareness as the sun bathes me in warmth. A little while later, at the same moment I recognize that there are no more sounds of lawn equipment, I’m drenched in freezing cold water. We all shriek and fly out of our chairs, turning to see Wyatt and Nolan holding empty open coolers behind the chairs, while Dornan has the hose.
“Dad!” Jo and Ro scream as Mowgli begins barking.
He lifts the hose and begins spraying them and us girls scatter. There’s another hose toward the front of the house, and both Irys and I take off toward there, while Wyatt and Nolan dash in through the back door. I grab the hose as Irys goes back for one of the coolers the guys dropped and then I’m being pelted with water balloons from the window above me, I cover my head with my arms and manage to turn the hose on, pointing it up and hitting the brothers with water and causing them to retreat back inside the house. Irys comes back and we fill the cooler with water, both needing to carry it since it’s so heavy, which is stupid since how are we going to dump it on anyone. We stop and let some of the water out, but as soon as we turn the corner, Dornan nails us with the hose and Irys slips, dropping the cooler. I start to laugh as I turn my back to Dornan. The other girls are screaming and laughing and then big arms wrap around mine and I’m lifted into the air, immediately I know it’s Nolan and I giggle harder, trying to pull away. I break free and start running, looking back to see both boys there while Wyatt watches my ass. Maven is attempting to get the hose from Dornan now and water is spraying all over the place and I stop to catch my breath. The brothers stand just below the porch also watching with smiles on their faces with water balloons in hand, when Jo and Ro come out of the back door carrying buckets and dump them over their brother’s heads. All hell breaks loose, colorful water balloons fly through the sky, and Maven gets control of the hose. Irys runs toward me as her siblings begin chasing each other around the chairs and lawn, Nolan comes for me again but I out run him. Wyatt grabs me and pulls me back against his chest.
“You running in a bikini is gonna fucking kill me,” he growls, then releases me.
I lick my lips and for a moment become self-conscious. I never thought about any of the Frederickson men looking at me in any other way than a sister, and I wonder if Nolan is also seeing what Wyatt sees. Mowgli barking and tearing up from the back of the yard, along with Ruby beginning to cry with all the commotion, stops the games. Mowgli stops by Irys’ side and has something in between his teeth, and she takes it from him, lifting it to reveal a pair of black lacey panties. We all look at them and everyone’s quiet for a minute as my heart beats like a jack rabbit. Then Maven reaches over and snatches them, giving Dornan a pointed look.
“Thank fuck,” Nolan sighs beneath his breath beside me as I do the same.
Did everyone in this house who was of age use those woods to fuck, or what? I can’t look at Wyatt but instead watch as Irys rolls her eyes and the twins ask their mom why underwear were in the yard. The adults start cleaning up and I make my way over to Wyatt as we pick up the broken balloon pieces scattered over the lawn.
“I almost died just then,” I whisper.
“I have your pair in my back pocket, I told you I’d get ‘em,” he replies nonchalantly.
“Thank God, just put them in my purse when you go upstairs,” I tell him.
“No way,” he states.
“What?”
“Keeping them.”
“Good idea with the water balloons guys,” Irys huffs a few feet from us as she too fills her hands with the small fragments.
“For what?” I ask returning my attention back to him.
He doesn’t answer me, just looks down at me, so I lift my head and take in our positions. He’s squatting with his legs parted wide, while I’m on my hands and knees only a foot away. Instantly I know what he’s thinking, because shit, so am I. I’m practically naked with my head in his crotch.
“If your family wasn’t out here, and my mouth still wasn’t sore from last night-” I begin.
“If my family wasn’t out here, I’d be doing more than having you suck my cock…I’m keeping your panties so I can fuck them when I can’t fuck you, and get up so my brother stops look
ing at your ass,” he demands and I sit back on my heels.
My bathing suit top feels too tight, my breasts barely contained as they shifted due to being bent over. Then Irys nudges my back with her shoulder as she grabs a balloon behind me, and I resume helping her. The rest of the day, Irys and I mainly stay in her room. But I hear my phone chirping with texts and it kills me not to open them, but I don’t want to chance Irys seeing anything. I keep cursing myself with Irys needing to go to the bathroom or take another shower, something so I can sneak off to see Wyatt. I feel terrible at these thoughts, and I almost want to leave so I can end the torment I’m causing myself. Maven calls us down for dinner, and there are makings for tacos on the counter in the kitchen. We get in line behind Ro and Dornan and make our tacos, before heading into the dining room where Ruby’s already eating in her booster seat. I’m hyperaware sitting here, straining my ears for any sign of Wyatt, but I don’t hear him. We’re almost done eating when Maven shouts down the basement steps,
“Boys!”
I hear a reply in a low tone come from downstairs before Maven joins us at the table.
“This is good, Mom,” Irys says.
“Yes, thank you for dinner,” I add.
“Oh you’re welcome Daisy.”
Then the thunderous steps of four feet coming up laminate steps has my heart beating faster, excitement pumping through my veins. I hear his voice as he and Nolan talk but I can’t see him yet. This feeling is new to me, of course he’s made me excited to see him before since we started all this. But this is almost giddy anticipation that has my hands shaking with endorphins. I don’t know if it’s because now I know that I love him, but whatever it is, I can’t calm it. He enters through the doorway first, immediately locking eyes with me as he sits down on the opposite side of the table and a few seats down beside Ro. Him and Nolan are talking about a video game or something and I presume that’s what they’d been doing down there. Thankfully, I ate most of my tacos before his arrival, because now there’s no way I could manage to eat. My hands are shaking so I put them under the table to fidget with the frays on my jean shorts.
“Want to watch a movie?” Irys asks.
“Sure, but I get to pick,” I tell her since she picked “Dirty Dancing” last night.
“Then you’ll have to ask the boys for one of their movies,” she shrugs since I tend to like action and suspense opposed to her chick flick favorites, and I look over to Wyatt.
“What do you wanna watch?” he asks me.
“Um…‘Point Break,’” I smile.
“Oh yes, yes, yes, we can watch that,” Irys praises as she raises a hand to the heavens.
We both giggle since she has an obsession with Patrick Swayze and I with Keanu Reeves. Both the guys groan in disappointment.
“Who invited you guys to watch with us?” Irys asks.
“Oh come on, you know we have to sit there and critique them to piss you guys off,” Nolan smiles.
Which is what they always do when the girls get to pick a movie. After dinner Irys and I head down to the basement, I arrange the pillows as she grabs blankets from the laundry room. I haven’t been back down here since my first encounter with Wyatt, and it feels strange, like a lifetime ago. Nolan comes down with a bed pillow and cigar box, flopping the pillow down on the couch before opening the box to retrieve an already rolled joint. Without words, he and Irys go into the bathroom leaving the door open a crack as I hear the click of a lighter and the overhead vent turn on. I sit on the couch and get comfy, when Wyatt comes down, DVD case in hand. I watch his ass as he walks over to the massive T.V. and opens the player. He’s wearing the same pants from last night and I wonder if he washed them since then, since he nearly jizzed all over them. But part of me hopes he didn’t. Setting the movie up and grabbing the remotes he sits down beside me, his parted leg resting against my thigh. Since his siblings can’t see us, I put my hand on his back as he presses buttons on the remotes and sets them on the table before us, then sits back and I remove my hand. He leans over and kisses me, three swift kisses to my lips before sinking into the couch and putting his feet up on the table.
The movie starts and I run my lips softly over the sleeve of his t-shirt, before leaning over and pressing a kiss on his cheek. I curl my legs up onto the couch and bring my knees to his side, where he places a hand over my thigh and gives it a squeeze. Nolan and Irys come back and sit down on the other side of the massive L-shaped sectional. It’s the wanting to touch him, to see if we can sneak little affections toward one another that has my mind occupied, it helps that the other two are high as shit and look like bumps on a log, as Nolan lies down and Irys puts her head back on the couch. The basement grows dark as the sun sets and the glow from the television is the only light emanating. It’s half way into the film, when Wyatt sneaks a hand under my blanket, sliding between my knees. Instantly, I look over to see both brother and sister have their eyes closed. I shift so I’m sitting on my ass and rest my feet on the edge of the couch. Wyatt’s hand pulls down the blanket to expose my tiny volleyball shorts I’m wearing, and palms between my thighs. I inhale and turn my head to face him. His eyes are looking down at my body and I instinctively move a hand to his lap, grasping the massive ridge in the front of his pants. I rub my fingers over the soft material to stroke the raging hard shaft beneath. His fingers slide between my small pussy lips over my shorts and my thighs tighten, letting out a sigh.
“Shhh,” he whispers against my lips as his eyes dart over to the other side of the couch.
I nod and bite my lip. Then his hand is slipping into the front of my shorts to my bare skin and my back arches, my fingertips finding the top of his pants to invade past the barrier. His cock is so hot against my hand, smooth, the veins coursing beneath. Wyatt shifts his hips so I can remove it from his pants and out it springs, I bite my lip harder to suppress the moan and stroke him up and down, my fingers bumping along the dominant veins. His index finger toys with my clit piercing and I close my eyes, his cock jerking when the rest of his fingers stroke over my wetness.
“You make me so fucking hard,” he groans through gritted teeth.
“Shhh,” I retort and smile like a cock drunk fool.
We both glance over to make sure everyone else in the room is still out for the count. We give one another hand jobs, and when we look at one another, the link between us ratchets everything up higher and higher until I have to look away so I don’t blurt out some bullshit. He has my shorts pushed to mid-thigh and my parted legs are stretching the shit out of the fabric, but I feel like I’m touching the stars with what he’s doing to me. My fist tightens as his other hand cups his balls.
“Daisy, you’re so wet- I mean more than usual, fucking hell,” he tells me in a hushed voice.
His fingers begin to pull out of me and we both gaze down to see them covered in clear syrup, the reaction I have to him evident there. For some reason I feel like this is proof of what he does. He can visibly come. This is like affirmation, and my eyes meet his just before he kisses me hard and enters me again, his fingers vigorously pumping me, coaxing me to come. My hand moves as fast as I can and again he cups his balls as I bring my free hand to my breasts, pulling my nipples as the palm of his hand presses hard and rubs my clit. I sit up in reaction to my orgasm, my hips jerking as my head falls back and I hold in the cry I want to scream out. His hand moves over mine on his cock, stroking faster, and I lean down to attach my lips to the head as we both move up and down. He comes in my mouth, sitting up as a burst of breath pushes past his lips and he groans deep in his chest. I swallow and sit back, wiping the back of my hand over my lips. I’m about to get up and go wash my hands and brush my teeth, but Wyatt pulls me against his chest, and lays us back onto the couch.
“Don’t let me fall asleep, I need to brush my teeth,” I tell him as I bury my face into the crook of his warm neck.
“Uh huh,” he comments as his fingers cup the back of my shoulder.
The next thing I kno
w, I’m being woken up by Irys smacking my thigh.
“What the hell?” she asks in a not too happy voice.
I’m still in Wyatt’s arms, still on the couch, laying together.
“Huh?” I ask rubbing my eyes.
“Why are you sleeping next to my brother?”
Her voice is accusatory and irritated.
“Chill out, we’re just sleeping,” Wyatt groans and rolls over into me and curls his arm around my waist, snuggling in.
I look at Irys who seems totally pissed and annoyed, so I give her a confused look. Then in an attempt to rectify the situation, I reach my arm out for her to help me get out from between him and the couch. Wyatt finally removes some of his weight and sets me free, and I follow Irys up the basement steps. We get up to her room and I sit on the bed, noticing white dried flakes all over the crotch of my shorts. I grab a pillow and cover my lap, listening to her as she complains about some texts Rupert must’ve sent her through the night.
“You still spending next weekend with him?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she sighs.
I nod and look down at the pillow on my lap.
“Daisy?”
“Yeah?” I ask looking up.
“Nothing was going on down there with Wyatt, right?”
I furrow my brows and hope my face doesn’t convey that my stomachs just dropped.
“Yeah Irys, nothing happened,” I tell her.
And curse myself, and fucking Wyatt, for lying to her…again.
13
DAISY
I knew I needed some time away from Wyatt, so we didn’t see each other all week. We’d taken giant leaps in relationship mankind last weekend at his parents’ house, not only admitting to him that my feelings for him had amplified but we openly ‘slept’ together. But the guilt about what we were doing, lying to my bestie, was too much. I’m ashamed of the way I acted that weekend, it scared me of how willing I was to sacrifice my relationship with her, just to fulfill the crazy obsession that was growing for her brother. There’s still a sliver of me that doesn’t want to be open about Wyatt, and I don’t want to have a talk with Irys about it if he tells me in a week he’s over this. I don’t know why I’m still so apprehensive, he’s made steps to show commitment, it’s me that’s the problem. Not wanting to tell everyone, then boom we’re over. Even though when we played that game and Irys said she wouldn’t be mad if I fucked one of her brothers, the actions the morning she saw us laying together on the couch said otherwise. It was during one of our nightly texts when Wyatt told me I should’ve told Irys then and there about us, and he was getting irritated with me wanting to not be public. He didn’t say those exact words, but it’s in his tone of voice. To be honest, this summer fling/relationship/dating/casual thing is complicated as fuck. So I needed to take a step back, and that’s why I made no attempt to see Wyatt. At first, I told him I was on my period, but then when he told me didn’t care, that we didn’t need to have sex to hang out, I finally confessed a little of what I was feeling. It was during that conversation that he asked me if I was embarrassed by him.
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