by Makenzi Star
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“OMG, IT’S TEMPEST AND STORM!!!” A female voice shrieked.
I cringed before hurrying to the relative shelter of the restaurant we had been heading to. Storm, on the other hand, lagged behind to give autographs. If there was one thing in my life, I regretted it was agreeing to do the stupid reality show with my not twin brother. The show had been cute for the first season, the second I found myself hiding from the cameras, and I drew the line at the third. However, it was way too late to even pretend I had any anonymity at that point. Storm had always been the attention hog which was why he was the lead in our little duo.
I was perfectly content in the background writing the songs my brother was so famous for singing. It had been my Uncle Kyle’s idea to do the reality show and Storm had eaten it up. Until the show, I was just a footnote in the tabloids, and I had enjoyed it. Now I couldn’t open my eyes in the morning without it being headlines news.
Storm came sauntering in a few minutes later a big grin on his face. You would think I was the adopted one if you looked at my family. My father was a famous singer, my grandfather, a music mogul. My mother had started one of the largest charitable music store chains in the country. Even my cousin Wesley had made it big with his rock band Killer’s Club.
I was the only one who shunned the spotlight. I much preferred working with the teens down at my mother’s original store just a few blocks from where I grew up, but the reality show had made that almost impossible without disrupting everything that was going on for that day.
“Ahhh another day in the life,” Storm said signaling for the waitress who immediately fluttered over.
“What can I get you,” she asked with the body posture that read he could have anything including her.
“Two burgers with everything, two orders of fries a chocolate shake and a vanilla shake,” I answered for him.
The waitress quickly jotted it down and lingered just a second longer before slipping away.
“Hey, she was hot,” Storm protested.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“You are a vanilla shake kind of guy bro, and she’s definitely a strawberry. You’re allergic to those remember,” I said.
He rolled his eyes.
“I know what I’m allergic to and fine women aren’t any of those things,” He said.
I shook my head.
“Poppy won’t like to hear that,” I said, and he screwed up his face.
“Poppy doesn’t own me,” He said.
I laughed.
“Sure she doesn’t you just jump through all her little hoops when she snaps her little whip cuz you want to,” I said.
He tossed the balled up paper of his straw at me. Storm had been dating Poppy another megastar for the past two years. Although their relationship was decidedly rocky, I was definitely expecting a ring to be appearing on her finger any day now and so was the rest of the world.
“So how’s the solo album coming?” Storm asked, and I rolled my eyes.
“It’s not,” I said.
He frowned.
“Change your mind again? Come on the attention isn’t all that bad,” Storm said.
“I wanted this I mean at least until our show. It was all just too much.” I said, and he snorted. “I can’t say I’m completely sad about stopping the show either,” he said.
Our food arrived, pausing our conversation until the flirty waitress left again.
“I think I’ll hold off a little longer,” I said.
He laughed.
“Any longer and you will be too old by industry standards at least.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
When we finished eating, he left first so that I could have relative peace before heading back to work.
“About time.” Seth, the studio tech said when Storm and I strolled in.
He was always grumpy, so I ignored his attitude. Storm and I entered the booth, and we quickly got back to business. Storm and I may not be related, but we were as close as twins. We just had that kind of connection, and it really showed when we performed together. It was that magic that had helped Storm make it big and had led to the major buzz surrounding our reality show.
When our session was over for the night, I was so ready to just go home, but Wesley had other plans for us.
“It’s party time!” He declared bursting into the studio, and I rolled my eyes.
It was always party time with Wesley and his bandmates.
“Sorry Cuz, I got plans with my lady,” Storm backed out, and I grimaced.
Usually, if Storm went along Wesley wouldn’t bother me about begging off, but with Storm out, Wesley turned to me a huge grin.
“That’s alright, I’ve still got Tempest to party hard with, right?”
“Wes, I love you but…”
“No buts, you’re coming.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me out to his waiting car.
I wasn’t dressed to go out, but after the reality show I could show up in dirty sweats and still be let into the most exclusive of places. Although judging by Wesley’s attire, we probably weren’t hitting up any IT Crowd situations.
“Where the hell are we?” I groaned as he pulled the car up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse.
“Trust me,” Wesley said and got out of the car.
I followed him into the building, it was dark and musty, but a few people were milling around. We followed the crowd further into the darkness until I could hear the faint pulse of a beat coming from below our feet. This must be one of those traveling underground deals that Wesley had just gotten into. We went into what looked like the entrance to an old school fall out shelter and inside was packed with people thrashing to the mix of techno death metal coming from the band performing at the front of the room.
The sound was deafening in its intensity, but I found that I actually liked it. It was raw and angry, but still fun in a way. Wesley disappeared to go get drinks. I pushed my way forward to get a better look at the band. Their sound was something I wasn’t familiar with, and it was intriguing. The crowd got thicker, and the thrashing more violent as I tried to get closer, but I managed to push my way to the front.
I wasn’t the only female in the front, plenty of women in dark clothing and makeup were fawning to the band's attention, but that wasn’t me. I just wanted to get the full experience of what they had to offer. Besides my type was the more preppy, country club types. These boys and girl were definitely full in on their hard rock persona. Tattoos, piercings, chains, and unruly hair. I watched as they played, my body swaying a little to the music.
The female lead singer looked up and rolled her eyes at me. I was out of place. I knew it but didn’t care. When their set was over, there was only a slight lag in the music as they set down their instruments and made way for the next band. I stayed for a few moments but the next group didn’t have that same edge that was so enticing about the other. I gladly relinquished my spot in front to go find Wesley.
“Hey! Temp!” I barely heard Wesley’s call over the music, but I found him.
His arm slung possessively over the shoulder of the first band's lead singer. Of course, she must be Wesley’s latest fling. He’d only mentioned her once, but the way he’d talked about her Storm and I had both known that he was a
goner. She eyed me again, a smug little smile on her face.
“Not exactly your scene,” she said it as a statement, not a question.
“No, but I liked what I heard,” I replied, not taking the bait.
I was used to people not taking me seriously as a musician or as anything else for that matter. I was famous for writing catchy tween pop songs and a reality show that had highlighted some very embarrassing moments on my part. I was basically a glorified sidekick for Storm in the eyes of most people. Granted they were people who didn’t know me from Adam, so it didn’t bother me too much.
“Real music is hard to deny,” She boasted.
I smiled but couldn’t help the edge from sliding into my voice. “True.”
“Alright girls lighten up, this is supposed to be a party.” Wesley finally jumped in.
I shrugged. The girl rolled her eyes again before dragging Wesley to another area of the shelter. I had no choice but to follow, and soon we were with the rest of her bandmates. Each of them was ensconced with a fangirl. I would typically classify them as groupies, but as of yet, they were more fawning about the music than pawing at the boys clothing.
I accepted the beer Wesley offered me before pulling out my phone to check my email. I wasn’t trying to be rude. The band playing wasn’t all that great, and no one seemed interested in starting up a conversation, so it was the only thing I could do not to die of boredom. I would just leave, but Wesley had driven. I had no idea where we were to be able to find my way back home or to even call someone to pick me up. I got about five minutes with my phone before it was snatched away. I glared angrily at Wesley as he made a show of turning it off.
“I brought you here to be social,” He said, and I rolled my eyes.
“If you wanted the social one, you should have gotten Storm to come,” I said.
He laughed. “Lighten up Temp! Go dance, find a guy to drunkenly make out with. Let loose. No need to worry about cameras here.”
“So we are back to this again? How many times to do I have to tell you and Storm. Despite what my songs say. I’m just not that kind of girl.”
“You are right, you aren’t, but you could be. Life imitates art!” He countered.
Exasperated, I stood and disappeared into the crowd. Felling suddenly claustrophobic I made my way back to the entrance and up to the abandoned warehouse. The air was much cooler there even if the smell was much better then the crush of sweaty bodies and alcohol below. I began to wander, lost in thought before I stumbled upon a couple mid-coitus. I paused and they didn’t seem to notice me and for a moment I started to back away but then I stopped to just watch. I’d seen porn before but seeing people doing it in person was a whole other ball game. It was so much more real and raw. The way they grabbed and clawed at each other, the natural rhythm created by the individuals as their flesh slapped together. The sounds of real passion and not the practiced grunts and moans of staged sexual acts. I was so caught up in watching that I didn’t notice I was no longer alone.
“Like what you see.” A deep male voice whispered in my ear. I jumped colliding with a rock solid chest, I nearly fell but strong muscled arms encircled my waist keeping me upright and pressed firmly against him.
“Shhh, wouldn’t want to interrupt.” He chuckled softly, his hands sliding beneath my shirt, rough fingers skimmed my belly right above the waist of my jeans before delving lower. Cupping my sex his fingers toyed with my wet folds as we watched the couple together. His fingers pushed inside of me mimicking the thrusts of the man in front of us. I sunk into him, reveling in the sensation, not caring that I had no idea whose hand was between my legs as long as they didn’t stop what they were doing. My hips rocked involuntarily and the man kissed my neck, his own hips grinding against my rear.
I reached behind me finding the seam of his pants I reach in grabbing his hard member I began to stroke him. He hissed, his movements matching mine the couple we had been watching completely forgotten. He removed his hand and pushed me against a rusted old barrel. He pulled my pants down and I guided him to my throbbing entrance. He pushed into me deliciously slow, inch by inch until he was deep inside of me, his balls resting firmly against my exposed cheeks. It seemed like he paused forever and to speed things along I clenched and released my inner muscles around him.
“Now you’ve done it.” He growled in my ear before retreating almost fully before slamming back into me.
I cried out with pleasure as he rammed into me repeatedly one hand still massaging my sensitive bud. I didn’t care to be quiet as I was experiencing something completely new and amazing. I mean I wasn’t a virgin but I’d only been with two guys before and both had been into gentle vanilla sex. Something I’d thought I was perfectly happy with until now. I knew sex would never be the same after this. I came quickly and repeatedly until he finally collapsed on top of me, his thick member pulsing inside of me, filling me with his seed and we both cursed. He stood and removed himself from me quickly and by the time I turned around all I got was a glimpse of his long dark hair and wings tattooed on his back before he was gone. I leaned against the barrel for a moment before fixing my own clothes as best I could without a mirror. To make matters worse the couple who I had initially been watching passed by with knowing looks on their faces and I blushed turning away. The guy whispered something to the girl and she giggled before jogging back to me and handing me what looked like a piece of paper for an autograph but wasn’t I looked up at her and shrugged.
“I had an extra.” She said and jogged back to the guy before they disappeared back into the fall out shelter.
The girl had handed me the morning after pill. I held it in my hand and just stared at it for a moment. The decision should have been easy and immediate but for some reason I was hesitating. I gave myself a mental shake and pushed the little pink pill from the blister pack. Unfortunately it slipped through my fingers and landed in the dirt at my feet. A part of me desperately wanted to bend down and pick it up but I reminded myself I could easily get another in the morning. I fought back the minor panic rising in my throat and headed back inside. Luckily Wesley was ready to go so I didn’t need to pretend I was into the party.
“Did you have a good time?” Wesley asked and rolled my eyes.
“Sure you could say that.” I said and he laughed.
“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone from now on.”
“Good.” I said and gave him a quick hug before getting out of the car.
Not for the first time I was glad to have my own space. As soon as the reality show had ended I’d gotten my own place. Away from everything and everyone. It was a small cottage off the beaten path and somewhat isolated. It was the perfect getaway and so far I’d managed to keep it out of the public sphere. Everyone still thought I lived with Storm in the Beverly Hills mansion we had bought early in Storm and my career. I took a shower and went to sleep, my dreams plagued by my mystery lover.
The next morning I donned a disguise and hit up some suburbian clinic getting tested for STDs was a must since I’d been stupid and not used a condom but an emergency visit to my normal doctor who despite being very discreet had way too much surveillance for me to go unnoticed. It was a lot easier then I expected to go in and not be recognized, no one even questioned my made up identity and within a few hours I’d given some blood and urine got most of my results back good to go and even got the morning after pill, although I didn’t take it there.
I went home and made myself lunch and then I got an angry call from Storm. Apparently, he’d caught Poppy with some guy and he needed me to come get him from the police station. Storm had a notorious temper but he’d always managed to walk away before. There had to be more to the story but either way I needed to go get him before the press caught too much wind of what was going on. I hopped in my car and headed over not caring about the stares I was getting when I entered the precinct.
“I’m here to pick up Storm.” I said to the lady at the desk, and she handed me a bunc
h of paperwork to sign. After that, I had to wait almost thirty minutes for Storm to be brought out to me.
“What the hell Storm!” I yelled at him, and he just rolled his eyes.
“Can we just get out of here?” He said, and I sighed.
“Fine but you aren’t getting off that easy.” I said and ensured for him to go first. Once in the car and away from the paparazzi, I tore into him.
“What the hell were you thinking? I know you love Poppy but if she didn’t realize she had a good thing with you that’s on her. Why did you have to fight that guy? He’s a total scum bag who was just waiting for you to do something.”
“I would have let it go, but then he said if I hadn’t been fucking you then maybe Poppy would be staying around.”
“Seriously! Storm, people have speculated about us having a more than sibling connection forever.”
“I know but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to retaliate if someone says some bullshit like that to my face!”
“Look just stay in the mansion for a few days until Jameson can handle this bullshit. You might have to do some community service or pay the guy off not to try and take you to court or worse sell some bogus story to the tabloids.”
“I know the drill Temp.”
“We really didn’t need this right now Storm.”
“I know.” He said sounding more defeated this time. I pulled up to the mansion and parked.
“I’m sorry things didn’t go well with Poppy, but at least you found out now before you bought a ring.” I said, and he turned away from me.
“You bought a ring?!”
“I was going to propose last night. I had everything set up perfect and then she didn’t fucking show. I tracked her down only to find her all hugged up with that loser. Hell, I’d even sent out the press release about it already.”
“Fuck! Well… I don’t even know what to say.”
“Then don’t just come inside and let’s get drunk and write some angry songs.” He said, and I nodded.
I spent the next three days with Storm getting all his feelings out through music while Jameson worked his magic. In the end, Storm came out looking like a heartbroken gentleman. Betrayed by Poppy and offended by false accusations he’d only been defending his family honor or so that’s how the story went. Poppy’s career took a nosedive quick. Storm was still much beloved by everyone, and I was pretty sure if our new songs turned into Storms next album it would be even more popular than his first album.
