When he finally turned away from the movie and gave me his full attention, looking me in the eye, then down at my lips, and he met my gaze again, the hand under the blanket was pressing itself ever closer to my center. I was powerless to move it, to stop it.
“You want this, Kelly?” He asked, a smile playing on his ever-so-kissable lips. I wasn’t able to answer, but merely nodded slowly, my eyes wide, my mouth fallen open. His lips claimed mine fully now, crushing mine, tongue searching my mouth. We fell down onto the cushions, and he teased me with his gorgeous frame, rubbing his chest against me, making me arch my back toward him to try to get that much closer. The eerie music from the shining continued, but it was all fading in the haze of his touch, his embrace, his lips. His hand came up and grabbed my breast, his thumb running over my nipple, squeezing it as he kissed me furiously, and I curled a leg around him, desperate to feel him grind against my core. He was hard against me, and it was as if my body was under its own volition. I couldn’t control anything, nor did I want to.
Bon flipped me over and pulled me up to my hands and knees, grinding against my ass. His hands slipped over me, grabbing my tits as he pressed his hard length against me, making me want him more and more.
“Fuck yeah, Kelly, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he growled, grabbing my breast with one hand while the other used my hips and belt loop almost as a steering wheel. “I dreamed about you so much in juvie.” As he ground himself into me, we swayed back and forth, trying to get closer to one another, but maybe he felt the same trepidation I did about going all the way, because neither of us made a move to pull off my shorts. Still the feeling of his desire against me was nearly enough to make me come, and combined with the way he was flicking my nipple, I was getting closer and closer.
“Me too. I thought about you too,” I moaned. “You’re my fantasy.”
Then we heard it: the roar of the garage door opening. Our folks were home.
Chapter 5
The next few days I just tried to get out of the house as much as possible. Bon and I didn’t need to be running into each other every five minutes, after that scene on the couch. I was feeling pretty embarrassed, pretty ashamed that it had gotten that far. When our folks showed up, we broke away like we were on fire, each to either end of the couch, and he kept shoving popcorn into his face so he wouldn’t have to talk. They stood there awkwardly, wondering why we were acting so strange, I am sure, before saying goodnight and going to their room for the night. Maybe they were feeling weird because they were planning on banging too, but either way, it was an odd situation. Definitely not what you think about when you are going to blend families.
But who can blame me when you bring a gorgeous guy that I used to flirt with like crazy into my house, after letting him work out for nearly a year? And the tattoos, oh, the tattoos…
I am only human.
Stupid prick.
Chapter 6
That afternoon, Bon came into the house in a beautiful suit. He looked poured into it, his body sleek and powerful, leonine. I had never seen him like this, since his basic MO was to be the tough kid. I guess he wanted to improve his image.
His grin was still the same though. Daring. Dangerous.
“Hey Kel,” he said, grabbing me around the waist, spinning me around. It was intoxicating to be so close to him, to feel his body against mine. He lifted my feet of the floor and spun me easily. I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror. I was flushed, grinning. “How do I look?”
“You look amazing,” I said, meaning it. But to me, he always did.
“Thank you,” he said, suddenly looking something approaching shy. Then he kissed me, hard and searchingly, but pulled away quickly. My hand came up to my mouth, touching my lips, as he walked away, whistling. Nonchalant.
What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I throbbed with desire for him. I wanted to pull him up to my room and strip that suit off of him, button by button, buckle and zipper, stripping the guise of respectability off of him to reveal the animal he was underneath, and then take him further and find the young man who had wanted me at the prom. But I just stood there, while he pulled off his tie and grabbed something from the fridge.
Chapter 7
Laying in bed that night, I finally decided to take matters into my own hands. I wasn’t going to let Bon run the show anymore. I would tell him, that we couldn’t continue this charade. If we weren’t going to be together then we couldn’t keep escalating things. And we weren’t going to be together, clearly. We lived under the same roof, now, and there was nothing we could do about that. I couldn’t move out and neither could he. After all, he was dealing with not having a job. So things were doomed, and that was that.
And pretending that that wasn’t the way things were, was pointless. Cruel to both of us, even. That was it, I was going to have to go talk to him. I sat up in bed, raked my fingers through my hair, and braced myself to tell Bon it was over between us.
Still, might as well look good doing it, I thought, and went to my ensuite bathroom. I was wearing a tank top, and pj bottoms. Did I need a bra? Probably not, I am not the biggest. I put some mascara and lip gloss on and put my hair up in a messy bun. There we go – not overly done up, but not a troll either. I am sure nobody likes someone who looks their worst telling them that they can’t have a romantic relationship, right?
Still I didn’t want to alarm my parents so I tip toed down to the basement where Bon had set up his room. Holding my breath, I knocked at the door. I guess it was too quiet, because there was no answer. I had heard him come in earlier though so I figured he was down there. I decided to brave and go downstairs.
I turned the handle and cleared my throat, and then started down the stairs. The heavy carpet felt nice against my bare feet, but probably masked the footfalls. Then I saw him. He was laying on his bed in the low light, earphones on, eyes closed. He was almost naked. Why does he have to have such an incredible body, I anguished. Still, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
His body, so perfect, the tattoos decorating his chest, his belly, his hips, the black boxer briefs showcasing his perfect cock, the powerful thighs gently splayed, his arm thrown over his face. My eyes were drinking him in, relishing every detail, but my mind was also yelling to me. “Go! Get out of here! What are you doing?” Still, I took a step forward.
And another.
Until I was at the side of the bed, looking at him, a longing expression on my face.
He opened one eye, pulled off his headphones, and reached his hand out to me. All thoughts of telling him we weren’t to be were lost, and he pulled me down onto the bed, and into his arms.
He wrapped his arms around me, like the big spoon, and buried his face in my hair. I pressed against him, his warmth, his hardness, his beautiful body holding me close, even his leg wrapping around me. We lay like that for a long time, not saying a word. It was strangely peaceful, but the urge was still there to do more, to never leave, to make him mine, to let him make me his. Slowly my body grew more and more aroused, and I could feel him hardening against my ass, although never moving. Stock-still.
“Oh Bon,” I whispered.
“Yeah, Kel?” He asked quietly, tightening his grip around me.
“What are we going to do?”
“I dunno.” He began stroking my arm, softly, tenderly. “I just don’t know. But you know what?”
“What?”
“I got a job today.”
“No way!”
“Yeah, it’s a pretty good one. In fact, I might be able to move out before too long.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the suit thing really worked. It was my old buddy’s suit, just happens to fit me, doesn’t fit him anymore. Impressed the guy.”
“Well if you had your own place…”
“…Things might be different,” he finished. “Maybe we could work things out and…”
“…finally be together.”
“Like we are supposed to be,” he said.
“Yeah.” I turned my head to look back at him, only to have him cover my lips with his, in a kiss so slow it was like beautiful torture. I could feel energy slowly passing back and forth between us, electricity, life force, whatever you want to call it. And I could feel him, rock hard, hips swaying gently against the thin material of my pajamas.
***
I woke up, face buried in his neck. His breathing was slow and regular; he was still asleep. I looked over at the alarm clock. 5:00. Still time to sneak back upstairs before my folks got up. I lifted Bon’s arm a bit to extricate myself, and he pulled me in closer, still sleeping. I pushed a pillow between us and rolled away, hoping he would snuggle the pillow, and not wake up.
It worked.
I stood looking at him a few precious extra seconds. Seemed like he had morning wood already, as his boxer briefs were still pushed to their limit. How I would have liked to wake him up, and in a very special way. Oh Bon, you’re just too damn good looking for your own good.
But how did I end up coming down here just to tell Bon we needed to give up, and end up making a plan to stay together?
Chapter 8
I crept up the stairs to the second floor, hyper-aware of every squeak the floorboards made. This one was not the same as the basement stairs, with its forgiving plush carpeting. No, these wooden stairs were old and made the sounds to prove it. I stepped on each edge, hoping they were more reinforced than the middles, and it seemed to be working. That is, until I saw the feet of my mother at the top.
“What are you doing up sweetie?”
“I uh… needed to get a glass of water.”
“Why not just get one from the ensuite?”
“I don’t like that water, it doesn’t taste right,” I ad-libbed.
“Well get to bed, I don’t want you exhausted tomorrow.”
“You too mom.”
I rushed past her, not wanting her to kiss me goodnight and to smell Bon on me. After all, we had been wrapped up together the last six hours, and we were already suspicious. No need to make her go on red alert.
Scrambling under the covers, I pulled my spare pillow to me, pretending it was him holding me, and willed my body to go to sleep.
“I love you, Bon,” I whispered, half-wishing he could hear.
Chapter 9
A couple of weeks went by, and Bon got settled in his new job. It was an incredible opportunity, where he could really excel, he said, if he put his nose to the grindstone and made it happen. He was determined to make enough to get a place of his own. Since that first night, I had waited until our folks were asleep, and snuck downstairs, if not for the whole night, for at least a few hours. We did everything during that time – talked, laughed, planned. But there was one thing we didn’t do. We never went as far as we had gone during The Shining. We kept ourselves from each other. I don’t know if it was due to the fact that we might be able to be in our own space soon, or if it was some kind of belated respect for our parents, but we toed the line – kissing, touching – but not taking things all the way.
It was a strange truce we had.
I had never wanted anyone so much in all my life as I did Bon. But something stopped me from pulling down his boxer briefs, and taking him in my mouth, licking him gently, carefully, slickly, making him quiver and quake. I wanted to stroke him, take the balls and shaft in my hands while swallowing him down my throat as far as I could. I would even dream of him doing it to me, so that I couldn’t say no, just because I didn’t want the responsibility of starting that kind of relationship with him myself. I wished sometimes that he would take over.
But it had become something else, something not of us. They say that there are three things that control the course of a relationship – the two people, and then the relationship itself guides its own course. The people can’t go against it. It certainly felt like that to me. Maybe it was just us being safe, I don’t know.
Maybe it was fear, that if we went all the way we wouldn’t be able to stop. Maybe it was the fear we wouldn’t genuinely love each other after all - that we didn’t love each other.
But I think it was the fear that we did.
Chapter 10
I guess it was the family party that finally pushed us over the edge. Our parents had set up a pool-party, to celebrate Bon’s joining the family, and had invited the whole neighborhood practically, as well as all of our family, and the drinks were flowing and the emotions were high.
Gene, Bon’s dad, brought me a glass of wine. “So you and Bon are getting along well, I trust?” he asked. I looked closely, but there was no sense of suspicion in his eyes. He was genuinely asking. Which only made me feel worse.
“Sure,” I said, gulping down the wine, busying my mouth so that I didn’t have to say anything else.
“How do you like having a stepbrother, Kelly?” someone asked as they walked by.
“Fine,” I said. My emotions were starting to reel – this was not good. The only calming thing was the wine, which made me feel a little unsteady but at the same time, gave me some sense of strength. I should have stopped then.
I saw one of the neighborhood girls talking to Bon. He was laying on a deck chaise, his body reminding me of that night I had come upon him in his room the first time. His legs were similarly angled, thigh muscles coiled like springs, soft and hard at the same time. Tattoos leading down to his dick. My dick. Not that girl’s anyway. I grinned at my own joke. Grimly.
She touched his arm, laughing, flirting. Then she got him a drink. I couldn’t help it, my blood began to boil. My mother came up and looked at me strangely.
“Kelly, what’s going on? You look – angry.”
“I am angry, mom!” I snapped. Then chugged the last of that glass of wine before grabbing another. “Angry that I am trying to make your dreams come true when you aren’t even paying attention to mine.”
She reeled as if she had been slapped.
“What do you mean, Kelly?”
“Forget it,” I said. I took another long glance at Bon. The girl was sitting on his lap now, and he was grinning. He was trying to get her off him, but it seemed playful. If she didn’t leave soon, I’d –
I realized what I was doing and looked back at my mother. Now I was scared. She was looking at me like she knew something, like she could read my mind.
But she said nothing. Her lips tightened. “I think you’ve had enough, Kelly. Why don’t you have a nice glass of wa–”
“I don’t want any damn water, mom, ok?” I said, a bit too loudly. People were beginning to look. Bon was beginning to look. Good, he should look. “That’s the last thing I need – water!” Before I knew it, I was flying and then I was soaked. Someone pushed me in the pool. How ironic.
I came up for air, sputtering, and then leaned back in the waves to slick my hair back. Thank god I had worn waterproof mascara or I’d look like a troll. There was someone else in the pool with me.
The other person in the pool was Bon. He came up to me, and as he walked by, he hissed. “Watch yourself, girl. We don’t want people getting suspicious.” Then he yelled, “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” And people started jumping in left and right. People were yelling, laughing, jumping in. In all the commotion, I was able to get out of the pool and sneak back into the house. Going to the basement to get some dry clothes from the laundry room, I quickly changed and found myself in front of Bon’s bed. I jumped in, covered myself with his sheets. They smelled like him and they were soft. I wrapped myself in them, and cried myself to sleep, as the party raged on.
Chapter 11
I woke up a few hours later, with a fuzzy tongue and a raging headache. Bon was sitting in the bed, headphones on, just gazing at me. When he looked down at me, his face softened.
“Take a painkiller,” he said, handing me a big glass of water and a couple of pills. “It’ll make things easier in the morning.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Although tomorrow is going to be just as painful, if you know what
I mean. Pain’s not only physical.” I was thinking of the talk my mom and I were bound to have after the way she looked at me. “Hey, did you throw me into the pool?”
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