LUCY

by Danielle James

  “So do you, Lucy.” His warm palms slid up my thighs and heat pooled in my core. “You know you need to find a place to stay though and you can’t stay here.” Beyond the fact that he had a job that made him extremely busy, I knew why I couldn’t stay with Abel.

  The lines between us were too blurred.

  “Mom and Dad refuse to let you back in, so that only leaves Nora.” I released my grip on him and hopped off the counter.

  “Who?” I frowned.

  “Lucy,” he sang in a deep voice, following behind me. “Don’t start this shit.”

  “What? I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

  “Nora,” he dragged out her name. I showed him my back as I moved into the living room. Abel’s house was like my home away from home. I could navigate it with my eyes closed no matter how huge it was.

  “Abel, you’re breaking up. I can’t hear you.” I plucked the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV.

  “We’re not on the phone, asshole. That shit doesn’t work.”

  “Oh, well…leave a message after the beep.”

  “Lucy…”

  “Beeeeeep.”

  “Lucy,” he growled.

  “Beeeeeep.” I ignored him and flipped through the channels while I stood in front of the huge flat screen. In the next second, Abel’s strong fingers were digging into my arms as he pinned me against the wall.

  “Listen to me you little shit. You need to call Nora. She just got a new house outside of the city. Just her and Eric. I’m sure if you called and asked nicely, she’d be willing to let you stay there for a while.”

  “Who. The. Fuck. Is. Nora?” I blinked with a blank expression expertly painted on my face. Able looked like he could spit bullets he was so pissed. “God you’re sexy when you’re mad. Anyone ever tell you that?”

  “Why are you acting like this? It’s been a year and you two haven’t talked. It’s ridiculous,” he reasoned.

  “Still have no idea who you’re talking about.” I tried to shrug but his grip was strong and it made the muscles in my shoulders burn.

  “Nora. She’s the more responsible version of you. You know, the girl with your exact face? Your goddamn identical twin sister, Lucy.”

  “You really think the world can handle two versions of me? You’re insane. I don’t have a twin.” Abel’s proximity and body heat was setting off a chain reaction in me that made me press my thighs together.

  “What are you always telling me about the universe and how it doesn’t like when you say shit like that? Stop denying her.” He was right. I shouldn’t have flat out denied having a twin. It would shatter my soul if something happened to her and I didn’t get to say goodbye.

  I hung my head down and pushed out a breath after apologizing to the universe for my pettiness. “I’m not calling Nora.” Abel let me go but not for long. He pushed me down on the couch and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me. It felt like old times.

  Before he moved out of our parents’ house, we fought all the time but it wasn’t violent or angry. It was playful. We’d wrestle and he let me win most of the times but on the rare occasions when I actually won, I gloated horribly. Abel always ended up shoving me when I least expected it and his immense strength sent me toppling over every single time.

  “Call her, Lucy.” He opened a few buttons on his shirt, giving me a peek of his wife beater beneath and my heart thumped but it was much lower than my chest. The thump I felt came from between my thighs.

  “No.” I straddled Abel and helped him unbutton the rest of his shirt. I mean what are sisters for, right?

  “You’re deflecting right now.” he rested his head on the back of the couch but he didn’t stop me.

  “Why should I call her? She’s the one who changed and thinks she’s better than me now. We have the same fucking DNA for Christ’s sake. Her funky ass business degree doesn’t mean a goddamn thing.”

  “She grew up,” he countered. His light brown eyes watched as my fingers moved down his shirt, plucking open button after button.

  “You say grew up, I say turned into a snooty bitch. Whatever. The point is. We’re not how we used to be so I know she doesn’t want to help me. You should have been my twin. We get along much better.”

  “You’re also a soft spot for me and I’m helplessly wrapped around your little finger.” He grabbed my hand before it reached his belt and nibbled on my pinky. My laughter spilled into the air and Abel used it as an opportunity to flip me off of him and onto the couch.

  “I know. That’s why I love you so much.” I touched the side of his face and he sighed.

  “You can’t stay here, Luce. It’s not a good idea. Please call Nora. She asked about you the other day.”

  “You’re lying through your perfect goddamn teeth, Abel.”

  “I’m not. I swear with my hand on the bible.”

  “Then the bible should explode because you’re chocked full of sin.” I blew a kiss at him and hopped up to go into the kitchen. I rummaged through his cabinets and pouted when I didn’t see any whiskey.

  “Stop looking for liquor,” he frowned.

  “I’m not looking for liquor. I’m looking for Jack Daniels. Why do you only have wine, Abel? You hate wine. You love beer. More specifically, that expensive imported shit that tastes like ass and hops.” Abel always kept whiskey on hand for me but he was slipping unless… “You have a girlfriend, don’t you?” I gasped, placing my hand on my chest.

  “Jesus,” he groaned under his breath.

  “Abel Waters, you have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell me? I’m hurt.” I slammed the door to his liquor cabinet and stormed out of the kitchen. I hated when he had girlfriends. He pushed me away and I couldn’t have that. That would explain why we hadn’t hung out in so long though.

  “Lucy,” he sighed, chasing after me.

  “Leave me alone, Abel.” I slammed the guest room door in his face as soon as he reached me, then turned the lock and fell over on the bed. I couldn’t believe him. He had the nerve to have a whole girlfriend and kept her from me. I wasn’t that bad. He could have at least told me her name and that she existed but no. He treated me like I had the plague.

  I stayed holed up in the guest room until the sun sank into the earth. Abel knew not to bother me. When we were younger and I’d get mad at him, I would lock myself away with Nora and she’d help me kill time so I didn’t have to look at him. I missed her. A part of my soul ached without her.

  I still refused to call her though.

  Fuck that.

  **

  After avoiding Abel all day, I finally emerged from my room, cloaked in darkness. I guess Abel was in bed for the night. I forgot that people with normal schedules went to bed at normal times. I was off work for the day but when I wasn’t, my shift started at nine at night. How the hell did people go to sleep at that time?

  I crept down the hall to his room and pushed the door open. He was definitely sleeping. Without any regard to his slumber, I walked into his huge closet and shook my head. It was the same size as my apartment. I grabbed a white shirt and walked back out.

  Whenever I stayed at Abel’s, I always marveled at how empty the floor was. No piles of clothes or charger cords lying around, just clean, empty space.

  I strode across to his bathroom and took a shower. When I got out, I rummaged around and found his girlfriend’s body oil, lotion, and perfume. I refused to touch it. I used Abel’s instead, then I tugged his white shirt on over my damp body and slid in bed with him like I did when we were little.

  Instinctively, he pulled me close and held me tight. I wanted to stay just like that forever. Fuck his little girlfriend. Fuck Nora. It was Abel and me.

  **

  CHAPTER THREE

  When I stirred in the middle of the night, I felt a solid body pressed against me. I knew it wasn’t Lauren.

  Lucy.

  She was in bed with me.

  I should have moved her but I pulled her closer inst
ead. She smelled like me but different. Lighter. I liked the way my cologne smelled on her skin. I kept replaying how pissed she got when she found out I had a girlfriend. The way her copper eyes narrowed to slits, the way she stormed off in a fury of brown, wavy hair and attitude, and the way she slammed my damn door like she paid the mortgage.

  Lucy got under my skin but she knew she was my world.

  I only wish she wasn’t such a damn mess.

  She was like a tornado, leaving devastation in her wake and she didn’t look back. Lucy kept going forward, sucking more things into her vortex and spitting them back out, battered. I didn’t blame Nora for putting distance between them.

  I wasn’t that strong though.

  Lucy turned over and stared at me. In the shroud of darkness, her eyes glowed like a cat. She was gorgeous, even cloaked in shadows.

  “Thought you were pissed at me,” I said, grabbing her button nose between my pointer and middle finger. She shrugged and tangled her long legs between mine. My hands found their familiar place on her hips and I cursed under my breath when I didn’t feel any panties.

  It was going to be one of those nights.

  One of the nights like the countless ones we had when we were younger.

  “I am mad at you.” Lucy poked her plump lips out and I jerked my gaze to her eyes instead.

  “Not mad enough to stay out of my bed, Hell Raiser.” I gave her hips a squeeze, then slid my hands around to her perfect ass.

  “Seems like I’m raising more than hell,” she smiled. Her leg brushed against my cock and it stiffened more. I inched back but not enough to break my hold on her. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend, Abel?”

  “Because you’re crazy,” I laughed and she hit me in the stomach. “Seriously though, when have I ever had a girlfriend that you liked? When have I ever had one that you treated nicely, Luce?”

  “Never, because they’re not good enough for you.” She inched closer to me until her tits were mashed against my chest and I could feel the rigid metal piercing her nipples.

  “Who is good enough for me?”

  “Nobody.”

  “That’s what I thought you’d say.” I rubbed her smooth ass and bit her shoulder gently but hard enough to make her gasp.

  “Is she pretty?” Lucy asked. I knew what the right answer was, so I gave it to her.

  “Not prettier than you.” Thick, brown waves fell over her shoulder and partially in her face. It was true. Nobody was prettier than Lucy. She was a gorgeous mess. Even though Nora looked exactly like her, the difference was in the spark Lucy had in her eyes. It made them glow.

  When Mom and Dad brought the girls home from the hospital, I picked Lucy out immediately. They used to try and trick me but one look at my little hell raiser and I knew who was who even if they were dressed alike and doing that weird twin thing where they spoke in unison.

  “What’s her name?” Lucy traced my eyebrows with her fingertips.

  “Lauren.”

  “The bitch from your job? Oh my God, Abel you’re fucking the secretary? That’s so cliché,” she laughed. Lucy’s laughter filled the entire space. It was loud and airy just like her.

  “Shut up. She’s a great girl.”

  “I want to meet her.”

  “You met her today at my office, remember?” I smirked. I hated introducing Lucy to my girlfriends because she was so possessive over me. She knew I could never say no or push her away and it usually ended up pushing my girlfriends away. This time I wanted things to work so I didn’t introduce Lucy to Lauren.

  “I will go to your office and sit on her desk if you don’t introduce me to her, Abel.” I knew she would too. Nothing was outside of the realm of possibility with my little sister. As usual, I caved.

  “Okay. You have to behave though,” I warned, giving her ass a slap. She let out a small noise that made my dick react. Her hand wasted no time gripping my erection.

  “I will if you will,” she sang. I shut my eyes and let her small hand work its way up and down my length. Once again, I should have pushed her away but I didn’t.

  “I always behave.”

  “You’re not behaving right now, Abel.” She gripped me harder and I groaned.

  “Because you’re stroking my cock. Fucking tease.”

  “I can stop teasing and give you what you want.” She sat up and climbed on top of me, the heat from her cunt was blinding and my logic slipped away. It always did on nights like this, but I had to keep Lucy in her place or else things would spin wildly out of control like they had in the past.

  “You know you shouldn’t be on top of me like this,” I told her. I tried moving her tight little body off me but she locked on with her thighs, pressing her knees into my sides.

  “You like me here. Don’t you?” She rocked her hips and I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth. She knew how to move in a way that knocked me off my axis. She knew how to move in a way so forbidden that I prayed for my sins but then dove head first into them.

  “You know I do,” I pushed out a breath and slid my hands under the baggy white shirt she probably stole from me. Her nipples were like little peaks of caramel and I pinched them pulling a moan from her. Lucy worked the band of my pants down until my thick cock sprang out slapping against my stomach.

  “Abel, let me just rub against it. We can both cum,” she begged. Her voice was so sultry and sexy that I wondered if I’d be able to stop at just letting her grind against me. My dick made the decision for me and I pushed it between her thighs while she painted my cock with her creamy cunt. “Shit,” she breathed, bracing her palms on my shoulders.

  “You’re so fucking bad, Lucy.” I meant it in every sense too. She was a bad girl. She was so fucking bad. I gripped her ass in my hands and moved her faster while she soaked my shaft. I ached to be inside of her but I knew the Pandora’s box it would open. We closed it and it needed to stay closed.

  When it was open before, all kinds of reckless shit happened.

  Her whimpers were so sexy and I knew I’d cum in a few minutes. “Put it in, Abel.”

  “No,” I growled. My fingertips and everything else burned with the need to fuck her though. It would be so easy to slide into her especially as wet as she was.

  “I’m getting ready to cum and I want to feel you,” she reasoned.

  “I know. I’m gonna cum too, Lucy. Keep moving your sexy little body like that.” Her small tits bounced up and down the faster she went and I was hypnotized by the image in front of me. Lucy’s honey brown skin glowed in the moonlight and the sheen of sweat she wore made her look ethereal.

  “Abel,” she whined, digging her nails into my skin. Heat slid from her pussy, dripping down my cock and trickling on to my balls. I lost it. I shot thick, white ropes of cum all over both of us. Lucy stripped out of her shirt and climbed off me. Her hungry eyes stared at my throbbing dick, still bobbing up and down from my climax.

  “Mmm, can I taste it?” She purred. It was never really a question with Lucy though. She was going to taste it. Her velvet tongue slid up and down my stomach lapping up every drop of me while I watched.

  I could have stopped her.

  Why the fuck would I stop her though?

  She was a monster and I loved how deep her freak ran.

  When she slid her mouth over my cock I let out a hiss of air and grabbed her soft hair in my fist. I was too sensitive for her wonderful mouth. There was a reason she was able to skate by for a year paying her rent with blowjobs.

  “Lucy, Lucy, Lucy,” I groaned when she deep throated my entire length. It was a feat only my little sister was capable of. She had a never-ending throat. I thought the torture was over when she popped off my dick but I was wrong. She sucked and licked on my balls until I had visions of pinning her down and fucking her little hot pussy like she wanted.

  “All clean now,” she smiled up at me. She dragged her finger around in the cum splattered on her skin and licked it all up.

  “Lay your as
s down and go to bed.”

  “I want to meet Lauren, Abel,” she said, settling against me, naked.

  “Okay. Dinner tomorrow. Only if you call Nora,” I smirked.

  “Fuck.”

  “Come on, Hell Raiser, make the deal.” She couldn’t turn me down when I rubbed her nipples and her clit at the same time. She was pierced there too and it always turned me on. After a few minutes of tortured squirming, she gave in. She also came all over my hand and then it was my turn to clean up. I licked all of my fingers.

  “God, I want to fuck your brains out, Abel.” Lucy pulled her nails down my neck, probably leaving marks but neither of us cared.

  “Go to sleep.” I fed her one of my fingers and she tasted her sweet pussy juices while we both drifted off.

  **

  “Abel, sweetheart?” My eyes cracked open when I heard Lauren’s voice downstairs. She was quickly approaching my room and Lucy’s naked body was still tangled with mine.

  Fuck.

  I shook my little sister until she stirred. “Get up, Luce.”

  “Why?” She whined, sitting up with her cute tits on display.

  “Because Lauren’s here.”

  “Your girlfriend Lauren?” She grinned and stretched without a care in the world about being totally naked. She did have a hot body so I didn’t blame her, but still.

  “Yes. My girlfriend.” I tossed a shirt at her and she put it on with a pout. “Behave, remember?”

  “Okay.” A smirk tugged at the side of her mouth and she hopped out of bed, fluffing her waist-length waves out over the collar of my shirt. Lauren reached the door just as Lucy sat down at my desk and turned on the computer. She was good.

  “Hey babe,” I opened my door and met her with a smile.

  “Hey, is someone else here? I saw a Bug in the driveway…a very dirty Bug.”

  “My little sister is here.” I looked over my shoulder and opened the door all the way so Lauren could see Lucy sitting at the desk, scrolling through Facebook.

  “Wait, she was at the office yesterday. She barged in like she owned the place.”

  “Yeah, that’s Lucy.” I couldn’t do anything but laugh. My sister often rubbed people the wrong way by existing. “Hey, Luce…” I called out to her and she turned around with a fake smile. When she did that she looked exactly like Nora. It was her polite smile but at least it meant she was trying. That’s all I could ask for.