Fuck being an adult.
I made sure to go inside silently. It was a weekday, after all, and Andy worked early. She seemed to go to bed by nine and it was ten-thirty. Earlier, I wanted to go to the club and find some random to hook up with, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The thought of Andy always stopped the itch. Like my body secretly waited for her, even though my brain knew it’d never happen.
I didn’t even get wasted at the club. If I got blackout drunk, I could say goodbye to seeing Dad and to being under watch. Mom would send me to one of her friends, or worse, to Hector, Mom’s cousin. He’d babysit me like I was five and not nearly nineteen.
The door opened softly, my intention to keep it quiet worked.
The lights in the apartment were off, making me feel like a fucking burglar. I closed the door behind me, setting the alarm after locking it.
I tiptoed toward my room, making sure to take my shoes off before going across the wood flooring. Setting down my jacket at the kitchen table, I made sure to leave my headphones too.
Once I reached my room, my heart stopped. The door was closed, but I could hear Andy moaning. Fuck. Was she getting off?
I went closer to her door, my chest tight with too many emotions to decipher. Leaning my ear against the wood, the bed creaked, grunts from a man echoed softly, and Andy made little noises. It took a breath or two to put two and two together.
I fucked enough people to realize her sounds didn’t seem natural. Not like the ones that surrounded me when she watched that guy get me off. They reminded me of people in porn, where they’d fake whimper and moan, the high-pitched noise for viewership rather than actual enjoyment.
“That’s right,” the random guy grunted. “Yeah, take it.”
Yeah, take it? What a fucking noob. Who says take it other than inexperienced men who didn’t offer proper pleasure?
If she was beneath me, she’d be screaming my name and I’d make sure she knew she loved my cock. She wouldn’t be able to speak more than mumbled words because I’d be railing her into the fucking wall.
My blood pumped faster—even more so than when I ran for an extra five miles—I wanted to hear what she’d sound like with my cock deep inside her.
I’d bend her over, rub her clit slowly, tauntingly, make sure she begged for her first orgasm, and fuck her until she screamed. Then I’d flip her over, eat her over and over until she squirmed beneath me.
Hours. It’d be hours of her receiving so much pleasure, she'd be a mess of cum and whimpers. She needed that, a good orgasm, a hard, long fuck that made her limbless.
This Chad—whoever the fuck he was—definitely wasn’t doing it for her. His grunts filled my ear once more before he groaned out his release.
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Pathetic,” I mocked, hoping he heard me.
I decided to go to the shower, not wanting to punch a hole in the fucking wall as a possessive wave of jealousy hit me.
It didn’t bother me at first when she brought people home. Why would it? She wasn’t mine. Her cunt wasn’t mine to fill. Her body wasn’t mine to own. Andy was family, after all, my aunt. My dad’s baby sister. Regardless of the semantics of blood.
I couldn’t do all the things I wanted to, and it fucking killed me not to be able to pleasure her the way no Chad could ever please her.
Undressing, making sure to leave the bathroom door open since I didn’t have a vent fan to get rid of the moisture, I groaned when the cold water hit me. It was fucking freezing, but within that cold was a comforting numbness. The way it eased my sore muscles made me less annoyed with the lack of heat, but fuck, I loved hot showers.
As rage and turmoil burned inside me, I scrubbed myself with soap. Was she fucking someone the entire time she’d been avoiding me?
Was that why it seemed empty here all the time? I needed to know if he fucked her often, if he bent her over our table and took her. Did he fuck her against the wall? Did he eat her out until she cried for him to stop?
My dick hardened painfully, the blood rushing to it in the worst way. I fucking hated this no-name Chad already and he didn’t even have a face.
At least if Andy hooked up with a woman, she’d get the job done. Why did it have to be a fucking dude?
Anger hindered me from opening my eyes, so instead, I gripped my cock and angrily stroked it. Once. Twice. The pain I felt in my chest wasn’t physical, it was mental. I wanted Andy something fierce and the sickness I’d caught somehow seemed to fester more and more.
I needed her.
Just once.
A taste.
Just one fucking taste.
I gripped myself harder, feeling the blood pulse in my dick. The heat from my shaft felt even hotter against my palm.
But as I sloppily rubbed up and down, I felt a hand stop me. There was no way. Closing my eyes tighter, I finally allowed myself to open them. On her knees in front of me was a flushed and barely dressed Andy. All she seemed to sport was a big-ass graphic tee. Her eyeliner was smeared and so was the lipstick on her mouth.
But fuck, in this moment, she looked stunning. I couldn’t stop staring at the way her big eyes gaped at me. Her mouth, puffy as could be, opened and, fucking hell, her tongue darted out, tasting the tip of me.
Water poured on her as she leaned forward. She flinched as the cold must’ve seeped into her shirt. Her eyes—entrancing as a fucking dose of ecstasy—never left mine. They watched me watch her as she took my tip into her mouth, sucking.
“Fuck,” I hissed, feeling too many things to focus on just one. She blinked a couple of times as water droplets gathered on her fake eyelashes.
She never looked more fucking beautiful.
I fisted the back of her head, gripping her hair. She looked up at me, like a little brat waiting for guidance, just to tell me no.
Bringing her mouth toward my cock, I rubbed her mouth all across me, smearing my precum across her lips. She whimpered but didn’t argue. This was so wrong on so many levels, but the lust overruled all sense of intelligence. Using my hips to rotate, I rubbed my head across her cheeks before pressing against her plump mouth.
She finally looked down, her eyes widening as if she didn’t get a good look at first. That, or she realized we fucking bulldozed that line family created, ruining it forever.
“Eyes up here, demon,” I hissed, my voice deeper and raspier than usual. Her eyes collided with mine as if she noticed too. “Look at me when you’re with me. Only me. Your eyes are only for me.”
She nodded, her lips dragging against my tip, forcing a tiny groan from me. Smirking triumphantly, she closed her eyes and licked my head, letting me know she wasn’t a good listener.
“Bad, bad demon,” I chastised, choking on the words as pleasure sliced through me. “Open that pretty mouth, let me see if my cock will fit.”
“It’ll fit,” she sassed confidently.
“Open,” I demanded, using my thumb to drag her mouth open. She relaxed her jaw and then licked my thumb before biting it. Letting out a warning growl, I stuck it inside, pressing farther back than she expected. Yet, the little minx sucked down on it, swirling her naughty little tongue around it, taunting me.
I pulled it out, needing my cock to feel the softness of her. She dropped her mouth apart further and I couldn’t help but praise her. “Such a good little demon.”