Chapter 1 #4
“Uh. I don’t know. He wasn’t here when I laid down earlier,” I lie while Cory kisses my neck. Talking to my father through a door while my brother is balls-deep inside of me and kissing my neck has got to be the most depraved thing I’ve ever fucking done.
“Oh, I’ll just call him then,” Dad says. This makes Cory’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to snatch his phone out of his pants pocket. He turns the sound off seconds before the call comes through. I cover my mouth to stifle my laughter. This is fucking unhinged.
“Have you checked the garage?” I ask Dad.
“I’ll do that. We bought pizza so come down and eat,” Dad says.
“Okay. Be down in a second,” I reply as Cory picks my towel off the floor and lays it on the bed beside me.
“I wonder what level of hell you go to for fucking your brother,” I say, and he chuckles.
“I’d rather be fucked up the ass by Satan himself than to find out what Dad would do to me if they caught me inside of you,” Cory says before kissing me again. He uses the towel to clean me and him before tossing it in my hamper.
“This is weird,” I say.
“You’re just now figuring that out, Bella?” he asks as he pulls me up from the bed.
“No,” I laugh. “Just processing it.”
“Look,” he says as he starts to get dressed. I move to my closet to do the same. “I’m going to keep doing that over and over again until either Dad kills me or you tell me to stop. The first time was an accident, but that was very much intentional. We’ve gone this far, so why the fuck not?”
“I can think of many reasons why we should not do this, Cory,” I reply coolly as I pull on a sundress.
“Are you telling me you want me to stop?” he asks as he walks closer to me.
“As fucked up as it is, no, I don’t want you to stop. It is just my fucking luck that the only person who knows how to fuck me well is my brother though. That is right on par with the rest of my life.”
“Still doing online classes?” he asks.
“Yeah. My degree is completely online.”
“Well, I’m taking over the office here entirely now that I’m back and Greg is gone. You’re more than welcome to come work for me. I can hire you as an intern. I can have you as my assistant. You can get college credit being an intern, but I won’t work you to death like other places will.”
“Why do I feel like this is a setup?” I ask.
“Oh, it’s definitely a setup. But… it will give you time to work on your school stuff while getting credits that you’ll need anyway. Also, you won’t be bound to the money that Mom and Dad give you,” he replies.
“Yeah. It’s not a bad idea. When do you want me to start?” I ask.
“You can come with me tomorrow afternoon and we’ll do the paperwork,” he says. I nod and slip my feet into my sandals. “Little girl, if you are seriously about to walk out of this room without putting panties on I’m definitely bending you over somewhere.”
“You’re a freak,” I laugh. I unlock my bedroom door and open it slightly to make sure no one is in the hallway. When I see that no one is there, I pull my door open completely.
“Turns out you’re into that kinda thing, huh?” Cory asks.
“Hey. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Dad says to Cory as he steps into my doorway.
“I was in my room. I didn’t even hear you all come in,” Cory lies as he hugs Dad.
“Good to have you back, kid,” Dad says.
“Glad to be back. It’s been nice,” he says.
“I want pizza, so I’m going to find Mom,” I say as I grab my phone and step out of my room. It smells like sex in there, so I don’t really want Dad hanging out in there and asking questions. They both follow me downstairs, and we find Mom in the kitchen.
“Hey Mom,” I say.
“Hey, sweetie,” she smiles. “How was your weekend?”
“It was okay,” I say. “Josh dumped me Friday.”
“Good,” Dad says. Cory laughs heartily and I shake my head at both of them.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Ignore them,” Mom says. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I think I knew it was always going to happen. Plus, he was cheating on me.”
“Well, one day you’ll find a better man. Someone who’s deserving of you,” she says with a smile.
“Yeah… Maybe,” I say.
I’ve been working for Cory for a week now and he has fucked me on his desk every day. We always have a meeting at the end of the day to discuss daily reports, which we actually do, but it ends with him inside of me. At home, things are normal. We don’t get too close to avoid getting caught.
I am sitting in the living room, scrolling on my phone while Dad is suggesting that Cory gets his own place. Admittedly, the idea of that is painful.
“Are you even listening?” Dad asks Cory.
“Yes, Dad. I’m listening. I’m replying to an email,” he says. “Believe it or not, I can multitask.”
My phone buzzes and I see it’s a text from Cory.
Cory: Why do you look sad?
Me: I don’t like the idea of not being close to you. We’ve always been together. And now…
Cory: Don’t freak out when I say this.
“I’m going to rent an apartment in the city to be closer to work and Bella can come live with me. She gets freedom and you all get the place to yourself.”
“She has freedom here,” Dad frowns. “She’s not nearly old enough to be on her own.”
“I’m an adult, thank you,” I say. “Also, I don’t think he’s asking your permission.”
“Dad, she’s almost twenty-one and you still have her on a curfew,” Cory argues.
“It’s to keep her out of trouble,” Dad argues.
“Oh? Because she’s going to get into so much trouble with Beth when they go to Dunkin’ at three in the morning for donuts.
Get real, Dad,” Cory says and Mom laughs.
“She’s responsible, and she’s right. I’m not asking your permission.
I’m telling you that’s what my plan is. If she wants to come live with me, she has a room there. ”
“Do you already have a place?” I ask.
“Yeah. It’ll be ready next week,” he says. “I hadn’t said anything because I didn’t know when it would be ready.”
“Oh… Well, I’ll think about it. I’ll let you know when I know for sure,” I say bitterly. Cory narrows his eyes at me, so I stand up. “I’m going to bed.”
“It’s early,” Dad says, glancing at his watch. “You never go to bed this early on a Friday.”
“Yeah, well I’m just tired,” I say. No one else says anything so I turn and go to my room.
The full weight of how fucking stupid I am is hitting me and it’s crushing.
For a week I’ve been stuck in fantasyland thinking that somehow this wasn’t going to end badly.
Now I am realizing that I’ve let my emotions get involved and I feel betrayed by my brother for living his life.
We had our fun but it’s time we both got on with our lives.
One day he’s going to want a family and a wife.
I can’t be his mistress and his sister anymore.
I lay across my bed and download DateReal. It’s basically a hookup site disguised as a dating website. I got over Josh by fucking my brother, so I’ll just find someone to fuck some sense into me so I’ll move on from Cory.
I make a profile and my bio simply says “Just a girl looking for a masked man in the dark. Come and find me?” My picture is of me in my bikini last summer but with an emoji over my face. Within five minutes I get my first message.
Unknown: Masked man, huh? Don’t even wanna know my name?
Me: Did I ask for your name?
Unknown: Ooooo. A brat with a forced sex kink. I dig it. Do you prefer a skull mask or a ski mask?
Me: Hmm. Skull. Are you free?
Unknown: I sure am. Where do you wanna meet
Unknown: also, safe word?
Me: South Haven Park? Red.
Unknown: I can be there in twenty minutes. Need more time? Any hard limits I should know about?
Me: I’m ten minutes from there and not really. Wear a condom and no hits to the face.
Unknown: So you’re saying I could just… hold you down and fuck you to tears?
Me: God. Yes. Please.
Unknown: I got you, babe! Code word is pineapple. Don’t go running off with some rando unless you get that word. Got it?
Me: Yes, sir. *salutes*
I lock my phone and jump up so I can change into a sundress. The risk of this is super fucking hot. Maybe that’s why I loved getting fucked by Cory so much. Maybe it wasn’t him, it was just the risk of it all.
I slip on my flats and text Beth.
Me: If anyone asks, I’m with you.
Beth: oooo. Do tell?
Me: DateReal. lol. Going to South Haven Park
Beth: Gotcha. Be safe!
Me: Always.
I grab my keys and bag before walking out of my room. When I get to the living room Mom, Dad, and Cory turn to me.
“Where are you going?” Cory asks.
“Out,” I say before turning to our parents. “I won’t be late.”
“Tell Beth we said Hi,” Mom says.
“Will do,” I smile. Cory has his eyes narrowed. He’s not dumb. He knows that Beth is busy. That’s why she’s not here right now. I don’t really care what he thinks though. He’s my brother, nothing more.
I get outside and Cory steps out after me. “Bella,” he says.
“What, Cory?” I ask as I continue to walk away. He grabs my arm and spins me to face him.
“Talk to me,” he demands.
“No,” I say as I yank my arm away. “You don’t communicate with me, I don’t communicate with you. I can go out and see or do whatever I want. You’re my brother. That’s it.”
“You’re going to meet up with someone. Aren’t you?” he asks with aggravation in his tone.
“Yes. Worried someone can fuck me better, brother?” I say with an attitude. “Don’t wait up.” I turn and walk away before he can grab me again and get into my car.
I pull my car into a spot and there are a few others in the lot.
I am excited for whatever is about to happen.
Although, knowing my luck he’s going to suck and I’ll be bored.
I get out of the car and take my lanyard with my keys before putting my phone in my bra and walking over to the picnic tables.
It is nearly pitch black outside but I still see a figure approaching from the side of the lot.
He is tall and fit. He looks athletic but not as defined as Cory.
That’s a bit fucked up that I am immediately comparing him to my brother.