“What about?” Because if this is about Lennox or yesterday I don’t want to talk.
“Isaac.”
My cock hardens.
“What about him?” There a million things Blair could say right now and I’m not sure what I want to hear.
“He watched us.”
My cock in her mouth; Isaac pulling on her hair; his mouth on mine.
“He wants to fuck you.” I pinch her nipples.
“Do you want him to fuck me?”
My hand slips between her legs and removes her fingers from her clit, pushing two digits straight into her cunt. Blair can be submissive. She can also switch. She’s no one’s bitch and she’ll never be Isaac’s.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” I find the raised spot inside her and press, push in another finger, start to move quicker. It’s dirty and crude and she’s bouncing on my hand.
“If you want me to. If you want to watch.” Hesitation crosses her face. “If you want to join in.”
She comes hard on my hand. I let her finish then flip her over onto her front, pushing her arse into the air, her cunt open for me, her rosebud displayed. I press into it with the tip of a finger, lubed by her cream and I hear her groan.
“I’m thinking that curiosity’s making you want to know what it’s like to have two men on your body. What it’s like to have two cocks fucking you. Is that something you used to watch when Micky took you to his clubs?” I bend my head and lick her pussy from clit to entrance, tasting her arousal. Whatever grief she’s experiencing is nullified by endorphins and arousal.
“I watched two men together too.” She rocks her hips. “I wondered how it felt.”
I don’t answer. Instead I push into her pussy, not giving her any chance to get used to the breach or my size and I rut, hard and fast, fucking away any thoughts please, any pain.
She breaks apart at the same time as me; a coincidence because I’m too far gone to be that considerate, and I fill her up with my hands on her hips, holding hard enough to leave bruises.
She collapses onto her front and I brace my arms to stop from squashing her, any remaining strength I have left used to hold me up. I wouldn’t crush her. I’d die before she was hurt.
I’d make myself explode first.
Twenty-One years before
The mountains are huge.
I lie back on the grass and look up at the sky. Majken lies next to me, her eyes closed. I think she’s stoned.
“It’s your birthday next week. Dad wants to know what you want to do for it.”
I smile. I like birthdays. It’s a whole day, or sometimes more, where I get to choose. “I want a cake and a dinner. Steak. I’d like to try a steak.” I didn’t know if I’d like it or not, but it sounded grown up.
“Don’t know why you’d want to eat the poor animal.” Majjie wrinkles her nose. “Shouldn’t eat something that shits.”
I turn my head to look at my sister. Her nose is wrinkled and eyes closed. The whole vegetarian thing is new but she’s adamant about it. Like she is about everything.
“I can make my own mind up.”
She makes a funny noise and squirms. My sister is having another ‘phase’ according to my mum. I think she’s never not having a phase.
Majjie is about to go into another diatribe when my mother heads over towards us carrying two glasses of what looks like homemade lemonade. She’s smiling, like she does whenever she sees us both together. I know from Majjie that our mother would’ve had more children after me if she could.
“You’re dad’s nearly home. He’ll want dinner as soon as he gets in.” She smiles. “We need to talk about a few things.”
“My birthday!” I sit up and take the lemonade.
