by Jisa Dean
"At least someone around here is," it's quiet, and said in such a calm voice, that at first I think I said those words in my head. The look on my sister's face lets me know that Jeremy said what I thought he just said.
"Are you calling my girlfriend...not a lady?" the stumble in the middle really took the heat out of Tony's come back and just made him look stupid.
Glittering eyes of blue-green, an aquamarine color that reminded me of the shoreline, shone back at him but nothing more was said. There was almost something cat-like about the way Jeremy moved and handled himself. He had a way of making everything seem less important than what everyone else thought it was. He didn't preen around like a peacock like Leon or even slouch like Tray. Instead, he sits perfectly still on his log and looks out with eyes that say go fuck yourself.
He was tall too. So much taller than I was and I wasn't that short. Five four is average height for a woman and I'm going to stick with that statistic until the day I die. Jeremy had to be at least six three or four. I barely came up to his arm pit. And if what I felt under his flannel shirt and t-shirt is any indication he definitely does not miss the gym. It was like hitting a wall of muscle wearing nice smelling clothes when I ran into him before.
I can't say that if I was somewhere I felt safe I wouldn't totally jill off to him. My cheeks warm back up and I don't dare look over at him for fear he may be giving me those get fucked eyes right now. I can't imagine a man like him would be interested in a gangly virgin like me as anything other than a friend. From what I could pick up from his conversation with Tray he was a computer graphics designer. He worked mainly on websites and freelanced at ad agencies. He seemed to be doing well for himself too because Tray mentioned he lived alone in a big top floor studio apartment in the city. From my eavesdropping, that apartment wasn't anywhere close to mine and Trish's either. It's located in the nicer part of town.
It wasn't that me and Trish only hung out with rich kids but the type of school that Trish went to did have a lot of them, and the area had so little affluence that if you knew one, more than likely they hung out with the rest. Trish was kind of snobby in who she dated too. I don't think I’ve ever seen her date a guy with a blue collar background. I look over at Jeremy and am dying to ask him if he's from the richer side of town or if he's a self made man.
His face is scruffy and I wonder if he'll shave or if he'll leave it for the rest of the weekend. I'm jarred from my musings about Jeremy when the sounds of moans and screams coming from my sister’s and Tony's tent. I look over and notice that it's shaking a little bit and I don't think it's because of the wind or the inadequate stakes holding it to the ground.
Apparently they snuck off to their tent after everyone went back to their conversations. It's just Jeremy, Tray, Leon and another couple who came along with Trish. They haven't really introduced themselves and I haven't wanted to ask. I get weird vibes from them. I can't tell if they are a couple, friends, or brother and sister. The fact that I can't tell disturbs me, a lot.
I think about going back to my tent as well. It's funny how you can stay up all night long in the city but once you start camping you go to sleep almost as soon as the fire is lit. I worry about tonight. I don't want to go to bed if I'm not going to be safe, and I can't depend on other people to keep me safe. If my own sister doesn't care about my body then a stranger certainly wouldn't. Besides I don't want to ruin anyone's vacation or down time with having to take care of a tag along. Tray was right when he called me little sister, I'm everybody's kid sister and no one wants me around.
I say goodnight to the guys and make my way back to my tent. I may be lying down but I'm not about to take my clothes off out here. I fasten the lock in place and turn on my e-reader. Mrs. Miller gave me hers when her son bought her a newer one this past year for Christmas. It is the nicest thing I have ever been given if I’m being honest. I still hear the crackle of the fire and the moans of sex right across the site from my sister's tent. I have no idea how I am going to make it through the weekend but for tonight I am going to lose myself in the pages of a good book and pray that tomorrow is better than today.
Chapter 3
Jeremy
I stayed awake for most of the night. My eyes burn from the smoke of the campfire and my back is killing me but at least our newest member is safe and unharmed. I wait for Tray to come out of his tent. I took first watch and he's on tonight.
Tray comes off as a lovable druggie but he is one of the smartest men I know, and I work with a lot of smart men. And women. We both saw the way Leon looked at Trish's little sister. We also both know Trish. There’s a self-centered girl if ever there was one. She would step over her mother's dead body to suck a dick if it made her a dollar, or a connection. Meena was the complete opposite of that. Tray told me a little about her when we had some time alone.
He really liked the kid. Not in a romantic way but in the way a brother loves a sister. We both knew Leon, Trish, and Tony from school. What worries us about Leon are the rumors, even back in school, that he doesn't take no for an answer and that he likes virgins. I had hoped I was wrong but with the shit they were talking about Meena last night I don't think either one of us is off the mark.
I'm first generation money. My mom and dad had nothing growing up and when I started going to that school I learned real quick that it matters to some people how far removed from poor you are. Not that my family was rolling in it either. Mom and dad worked hard investing most of what they had. One good investment paid off and here I am, sitting around a campfire trying to keep Leon "the Douche" Gentry from doing anything stupid. I don’t want to force my mom and dad back into the poorhouse due to legal fees from bailing me out after I killed him. One of the things I learned growing up was to always look out for the less fortunate and the kids who got bullied. Hell, I’m still doing it now and I am not a kid anymore.
When I first started school here I was too short, too skinny, and too awkward to be anything but a nerd. One summer I grew like five inches got the braces off and started working out. My parents also put me into a taekwondo class which didn't hurt either considering I could now kill someone with a toothpick and my hand. Mostly it taught me the foundations that I still use today; if you see someone hurting, help them.
It doesn't help matters that Meena is stunning and she doesn't even realize it. My eyes were drawn to her right from the start. Big brown eyes like melted chocolate, long wavy hair the color of brown sugar and her ass was amazing too. I realize how much I love my food because I keep coming up with food names to describe her but they all fit.
I've always been an ass man anyway. There's something about the way a body can curve that makes it look like it feels good. Soft and tender, it makes you long to run your hand down and find out where it will take you. Of course, not with Meena, I would never push myself on someone. The shit she is getting from the threesome in the corner of the campsite puts her on a different list and not the 'I want to fuck' one. Besides, I'm pretty sure Tray would kill me if I touched her. I've not got to talk to him too much, but he told me she had a hard life and how he should've hung around more and kept a better eye out for her.
It’s not how Meena looks that draws me to her though. Well, not entirely. Confession time; one of the reasons I am so overprotective of the weaker person is because I have a very dominant personality, as in I like to be the D to someone's little s. I'm not out whipping the hell out of little old ladies or spending my days in tight leather pants. I just have a Dominate personality and I like when someone submits to me. Right from the first moment she slammed into me I could easily picture her bent over with a spreader bar around her ankles. Or a collar. Meena would look beautiful in a collar with me holding her leash.
Not that I would ever say anything to her or even hint that I would want her to participate in some of my more lurid fantasies. I think back to that moment when she ran into me, and the fact, that even though she was scared she only looked away to check with Tray that I wasn't a
serial killer. Tray is about the only person here who understands just how kinky I am. Me and him used to hang out at the same club. Tray's seen me do things to girls that would make someone like Leon blush. The only difference, and it is a big god damn difference, is the shit I do is consensual and always wanted by the other person.
The sound of the zipper behind me jerks me out of my thoughts at almost the same time I say hi to Tray. I can't help but wonder if she was listening for his voice before she came out. I tap down the insane feeling of possessiveness that rises up in me and remind myself that he's known this girl longer and they look at each other as nothing short of brother and sister. Why the hell would I be so damned possessive when she's not my sub?
"Mornin' little sister, you sleep okay last night?"
We both take in the dark circles under her eyes. I would almost lay money on the fact that she didn't sleep a wink; even with me sitting here all damned night.
She opens her mouth to say something, looks at me, and then closes it. I give her the ‘Daddy Dom’ face so she knows better than to lie, "I stayed up reading all night."
I don't know if it's just natural for this girl or if she's thought about playing the game and never has, since I'm pretty sure she's a virgin? Tray shoots a look between me and her, picking up on the intangible feeling that comes with shifts in power and control.
"Yo, man, can I talk to you over here for a minute?" Busted. It didn't last five fucking minutes and Tray knows I want to take her home and tie her to my bed. Damn it. I look her way and Tray puts his hand on my shoulder. "She'll be okay for a little while by herself. Leon pulled an all-nighter with some speed so he's going to be out crashed out for awhile." I walk away but not far. I want to make sure I can see her from where I stand.
"What the hell's going on? You pulling that Dom crap out and making her tell you stuff?" he is not mellow right now.
"She's a natural submissive," I'm stating the obvious; anyone who plays can tell Meena is.
"Yeah," Tray agrees. He sees it too. "But she's not your submissive," my back prickles and I crack my neck to stop me from reaching out for him.
"She's never played, Jeremy. Hell, she's a fucking virgin."
"How the hell do you know?" I have to ask. Maybe I read his interest in her wrong. Tray is a Dom too. How fucked up is that? He only comes off as laid back but strap his ass in some leather and he can flog a girl to within an inch of her life and smile while doing it.
He looks at me with a cocked head and a raised eyebrow. "Really? First of all, anyone with eyes can tell she isn't into what these fuck holes are into. Hell, she can't even stop herself from blushing long enough to fight back when they mentioned taking two dicks at the same time."
"Maybe she doesn't like to share," I wouldn't share if I put a collar around her sweet little neck and she belonged to me. I am acting all weird today. It's not that I haven't shared before. Tray and me have shared plenty of women between us at the club. But I've never collared anyone either. You only collar someone you want to be with, someone you want to offer your protection and care to. Sometimes it's for life. With a permanent collar the wearer never takes it off and it’s as good as a wedding ring.
"Stop eyeballing her neck, lover boy, and focus here," damn, busted again. Am I that easy to read or has he just known me long enough to be able to tell what I'm thinking? "I also overheard the two fuck nuggets in the tent opposite mine. They mentioned the entertainment for the weekend was somebody's kid sister who was still a virgin. You see any other people related to one another around here?"
My temper hits a point I don't think it’s ever hit before. I could easily lose my shit and break Tony and Trish over my knee. They are supposed to protect the person who lives with them and trusts them most, not sell her to a party of sexually depraved idiots who won't be gentle and work her up before they just take her.
"Trish sold her out man! She sold her out! How the hell do you do that to someone you love?"
"You don't," even though it's quiet, it carries all the deadly intent behind it because Tray reaches out and takes me by the shoulder to stop me from moving away.
"You can't go in there and start fucking people up, man. I am one person here to stand in the way of that happening to her if you do. No way can I take on however many people they invited here to get high and have sex."
I take a deep breath and see the truth in what he's saying. "What's the plan then?"
"I don't know, one of us awake and ready to go at all times, keep her with us, and when the weekend ends one of us...offers her a job?" his voice rises at the end. He’s got no ideas either.
"What the fuck? She's eighteen, I don't think she's going to be able to code or write script for anything. And you run security for a living. What the fuck is she going to do for you, hold your mouse on her back?" As soon as I say it an image of Meena bent over on all fours letting me run a mouse up and down the sweet curves of her ass pops into my head and I need to have an internal dialogue with my dick.
"Eww, no, man that is just gross. She's...little sister." I don't have any brotherly feeling towards Meena at all, but it's nice to know that Tray doesn't think of her as anything else. "Take her with you; don't you need a secretary or something?"
"She can't come home with me and you know it." Tray looks at me and then nods. If someone like Meena came home with me when she walked away she would not be as innocent when she left. It's not like I have a place to stash her anyway.
"I'll reach out to some people and find out what I can do about finding her somewhere safe to go after all of this. Let's just agree to keep her safe until this weekend blows over." We both nod and go back to where Meena is sitting on the log by the fire. I take one side and Tray takes the other.
I'm so close to telling her to go lie down and sleep but I remind myself she isn't mine to boss around or control. I try to bring an image of the last sub I played with back in my head so I can use the memory of her to override the things I am seeing and wanting to do with Meena. I think she may have had blonde hair and her ass was too skinny. Yeah, that isn't helping anything.
Instead, all it gets me is the image of Meena at the club bent over padded benches and crying out as I lash her for doing something she shouldn't have, like not fucking sleeping when she should be resting. My dick is so swollen I'm surprised it hasn't exploded; cum running down my leg. That could be good too because then Meena could lick it off. What the hell? The more I try to not think about her in situations where I would dominate her, the more situations I come up with.
"Ain't that right, Jay?" I'm yanked back to the campsite, to the conversation I totally wasn't listing to, and to Tray's question.
"You zoned out, man? You need some rest?" worry starts swirling in his eyes.
"Nah, just thinking about work again. Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I was telling Meena about some of the stuff that goes on at work, man. And about how everyone thinks nerds with keyboards aren't hot but the shit we see says otherwise. Am I right or am I right?"
Besides making a website for a woman who might be too into her dog, I don't really have any interesting tales and let Tray regal Meena with all of his.
"So yeah, I had to get the virus off and tell the woman not to watch porn at the office with her cam on because the whole floor knows what she looks like cumming."
"Oh my god, I would die. What did she do?" Meena's cheeks are a becoming shade of pink and even though she giggles at Tray's story of office porn time, there is interest in her eyes too. She's curious about some aspect of his story, whether it's the exhibition of the whole office seeing her cum or the voyeuristic aspect about watching. Or maybe the girl hasn't ever masturbated before. I disregard that one because everyone has done it once haven't they?
"She asked me how I liked the show and if I wanted to go out Friday with her AND her girlfriend," Tray chuckles at the memory of it.
"Did you?"
"Yeah, on both counts. She put on a hell of a show. Let's j
ust say I was not disappointed at the end of the night."
"You went out with both of them?" she tries to figure out the logistics of this in her head.
"Hell yeah I did. We had so much fun. Of course, I could barely walk Monday morning but, hey, whatcha going to do right?"
Tray is apparently having too much fun with the memory of the office twins to catch the shock on Meena's face. I nudge his foot and when he looks at me he can tell he's probably gone too far with the story. Still, he handles it with ease as he launches into a more sedate story of his office woes. By now everyone is beginning to emerge out of their tents to start the day. Breakfast is the first thing on everyone’s mind, then the day's plans. You would think camping or hiking would be among them, but I quickly see Trish and Tony go into the other couples tent and before the noise can start back up Tray asks Meena if she wants to go hiking.
They ask me but I sit this one out. If I'm going to stay sharp I have to get some rest sometime and now is the best time. I watch as they slip away and keep an eye out just so I know no one has followed them. Then I slip into my tent and try to think of something other than the Meena laid out across my bed or the fact that she has got to me so badly.
