“It will be.”
“How do you know? You’ve never done this before.”
His eyes cloud over and his lips twist with a look I can’t decipher, anger perhaps, reminiscence?
“Whoa,” I say softly, turning and stopping our “fun.” “What was that look all about?”
“Nothing,” he replies bitterly, “just get back on your knees.”
“No,” I answer, grasping his cock with my hand. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he snaps, angry now.
“That means there is something,” I mumble and roll my thumb over the head of his cock. He trembles and slots himself between my thighs. “You can trust me with it. I’m the least likely to talk about your shit.”
“Stop talking,” he whispers, sucking on my ear as he sinks back inside my pussy. “You really are so fucking tight.”
Yep.
I wrap my legs around his ass and whimper when he sinks all the way in. I circle my hips to meet him but we take it slower this time. It feels good again, so good, so tender and tingly.
I feel him come, his body shakes with it, his thighs tense with it, his hips buck with it and his face contorts with so much pleasure.
When he collapses on top of me, I push him to the side and catch my breath.
He rests his head on his hand and he stares at the ceiling.
“Are you going to tell me what happened to you? I know that look. It’s the same look my sister gets in her eyes every time she…” I stop myself, letting my words drift off. I hardly know this guy and I’m ready to tell him our business? No. That’s dangerous. He can’t know about us and what we’ve been through. He might ask questions. Questions I can’t answer.
“Every time she what?”
I kiss the space above his nipple. “If your secrets are yours, mine are mine.”
“Fair deal.” He sighs heavily, as though there’s a weight on his body so strong. “I like you, Lilith.”
My body tenses with glee as I search his eyes for any sign of a lie. “I’m not a likable person.”
“I know, it’s not an easy thing to do on my part,” he jests, kissing the end of my nose.
“Fuck you,” I hiss playfully and twist his nipple.
He rolls me onto my back and narrows his eyes. “I say something nice and you cause me pain. How’s that fair?”
“Sorry, boo, did I hurt you? Let me kiss it better.”
“Such a bitch,” he growls and goes for my neck again. I kick and laugh and try to buck him off. I can hardly breathe.
“Stop,” I beg, wriggling under him.
“You guys want pizza?” Nash yells up the stairs.
“Fuck yeah,” Nok calls back, becoming distracted for long enough. I take the opportunity to wriggle my hips until his recently hardened cock is at my sex. He tenses and looks at me. “Again?”
“You can’t handle it?”
“Oh I fucking can.” He thrusts inside.
“Pepperoni?” Nash yells as Nok grinds against me.
“Ham and pineapple,” I reply, trying not to moan because whatever Nok is doing with his hips is incredible.
“Ew,” Nok says at the exact same time as Nash calls it. He looks down at me, disgusted. “Pineapple doesn’t go on pizza.”
“And dicks don’t go up asses but who am I to judge?”
He laughs into my neck and his entire body shakes with it. Including his penis.
“Pepperoni is great, Nash,” I say loud enough for him to hear. “I love a bit of sausage.”
Nok laughs even harder and I smile triumphantly. When I’m with him, it feels different to when I’m at home. I feel different. I feel like I can be myself no matter what and he’ll accept me for it all.
Well, maybe not for all of it. But most of it.
There are some things better left in secrecy.
Willow
My sister is living my life and on one hand it feels really unfair, but on the other, I don’t think I can be what she is now. I’ve seen too much, experienced too much. I hold so much anger inside that it’s better for me to stay hidden. That and I’m so weak, so dizzy, so frail in comparison to what I used to be.
I’ve been watching her, all loved up, stealing kisses and holding hands with that… man, boy, whatever should he be named. It’s disgusting. Apart from Saturday I’ve hardly seen her at all. She comes home to bathe and change and head to school so happy and I should be happy for her. She hasn’t been so joyous in over a year since… the event that destroyed our lives.
Well, the sickness had already taken hold, and it was my eagerness to have us both live life to the fullest that put us in the path of those monsters who showed me how painful life truly is. Dying a slow and painful death is nothing in comparison to being trapped in a slow and painful life.
Five days have passed since my sister first stayed out all night and I can tell she has fallen too deep already. She can’t see it and we fight over it. He’s going to hurt her, and I can’t bear it. My time is limited now. We were supposed to do one more before the end and she is taking that from me.
“Lilith, loca!”
I freeze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming my way.
“I knew that was you. Did you change your hair?” the darker-skinned boy asks when I turn to face him. I don’t know who this is, nor do I care.
I’m not here for him.
“You’re mistaken, I’m not Lilith.”
He looks confused, his lips form an O and then something takes hold in his eyes, a realization occurs. “You’re her twin, right?”
I nod and look past him for Nokosi. “Is her boyfriend with you?”
“Yeah, he’s just filling up the gas tanks.”
I steady myself on my walking stick, it hurts the palm of my hand but if I don’t use it, I fall, and I can’t fall. I feel so ill. But not to the extent that I can’t be here to do this. To save my sister from these men.
“I’d like to meet him.”
“No worries, I can introduce you.”
“But…” I hold his wrist and bite on my lip. “Please don’t tell her you saw me. She’ll say I’m meddling, and she’ll worry what with me being out when I’m not supposed to be.” He looks unsure about my request, so I continue, “I never get to do much. It’d mean a lot to a dying girl.”
“Fuck me, you’re as savage as she is. Pulling the dying-girl card… how do I say no to that?”
I smile broadly. “You don’t.”
Laughing he moves to the door and holds it open for me, taking my arm as I hobble outside, back into the cold and drizzle. Although the drizzle doesn’t touch me thanks to the roof overhead.
“Nok!” the man yells to get his attention; he then looks at me. “I’m Joseph, by the way, Nok’s best bud and funniest guy this side of Oregon.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Willow.”
Nok, the man I loathe, the man taking my sister from me is gorgeous, of course he is, they usually always are. His hair is thick, long, and different to any guys’ I’ve ever seen, it’s no wonder she fell for him. He’s got muscles for days and lips so thick I bet he gives amazing head.