Sordid Games, page 7
“Shh, little flower,” he said before delving back into my pussy.
After only touching me twice before, Wes had already learned what I needed to make me come. Pretty fucking impressive considering Richard hadn’t figured it out in two goddamn years.
Wes pinched my clit and I made a muffled scream into the pillow. I was so close, just one rougher pinch would push me into sweet release. Instead of pinching me again, he gave my clit a hard nip. I shrieked into the pillow and climaxed with a dizzying mix of pleasure and pain. Vaguely, I was aware of Wes licking my clit to soothe away the sting before sitting up and reaching into the nightstand drawer for a condom. My body shook as I slowly came down from the high of my orgasm. My stomach muscles were jumping and trembling like live wires and little aftershocks of pleasure still tingled in my pussy. When Wes pulled the pillow away from my face, I stared blearily up at him. He was already kneeling between my legs and I widened them automatically as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against my mouth.
“Okay, little flower?”
“So okay,” I breathed as I reached between us. My fingers stroked his cock and he groaned as I helped guide him in.
“Shh,” I said. “Thin walls, remember?”
“Fuck, I remember,” he muttered as he sheathed himself deep inside my pussy.
I moaned and he propped himself up on his hands before staring at my breasts. I pulled on my hard nipples and he groaned and made two hard thrusts. I gasped and arched up against him before wrapping my legs around his waist.
“So good,” he moaned before thrusting in a hard and rough rhythm that made my toes curl. I met each of his strokes, squeezing around his cock with every pump of his hips. He was panting and his moans were growing progressively louder. I clapped my hand over his mouth as he moved harder and faster. He drove deep one final time and shuddered all over as he climaxed. I could feel the vibration of his low moans against my hand and I pressed soft kisses on his throat as he shook and thrust back and forth. I moved my hand from his mouth and he grinned at me before kissing me.
“I really like fucking you, Daisy.”
“I really like fucking you, Wes.”
He nuzzled my neck affectionately before moving off of me. I turned on my side and watched as he removed the condom and tied it off before tossing it into the trash can near his bed.
“You need to remember to empty the trash can in the morning,” I said. “If your mother was cleaning and found that she’d…”
“What? Ground me?” Wes said as he eased back into the bed next to me. He rested on his back and I curled against his side, running my hand over the hair on his chest as he rubbed lazy circles across my back with his warm hand.
“She’ll be suspicious,” I said.
“Yep, but not suspicious that it was my sister’s girlfriend,” Wes said with a low laugh. “Mostly, she’ll drive herself crazy trying to figure out how I snuck a girl past her.”
“Your mother has crazy good hearing,” I said. “Were you ever able to sneak out when you were younger?”
“Once,” Wes said.
“Impressive.”
“Not really. I was supposed to be sneaking out to meet my friends at the quarry. I made it out of the house but not to the quarry.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I had the brilliant idea to tie my sheets together and climb out the window. Unfortunately, I never did get my ‘knots tying’ badge from Boy Scouts.”
“Uh oh,” I said with a giggle.
“Yeah. The knot came undone at the top and I fell like a rock.”
“Holy shit!”
“Luckily, Dad had planted some rose bushes along the side of the house. They broke my fall, but I still fractured my ankle and got all scratched up from the thorns. I crawled out of the bushes and had to drag my sorry ass to the front door and ring the doorbell.”
“You should have gone out Frannie’s window and used the tree,” I said.
Wes laughed. “Frannie would have ratted me out in a heartbeat if I had. I was your typical pain-in-the-ass big brother to her. Anyway, Mom and Dad drove me to the hospital, Dad giving me hell the entire way for destroying his rose bushes, and I spent the rest of the summer in a cast and hobbling around on crutches. It was my one and only time I was successful at sneaking out.”
“You call falling out your window and breaking your ankle, successful?” I said.
“Hey, I got out of the house without them knowing, didn’t I?” Wes said. “That counts as successfully sneaking out.”
“Fair enough.” I rubbed my hand across Wes’ chest. “Thanks for letting me crash in your room, Wes. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s my pleasure.” His cock was starting to harden and I gave him a look of surprise.
“What?” He asked.
“Already?”
He grinned at me. “Impressive, right?”
I shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess.”
“Okay?” Wes growled playfully before rolling on top of me and pinning me to the bed. He nipped at my neck and then my earlobe. “I guess I need to show you exactly how impressive my dick can be, flower girl.”
“Yes, I guess you do, Wesley.”
He laughed. “Prepare to be impressed, little flower.”
Chapter 6
Daisy
“It looks lovely, Daisy. Red is your colour,” Frannie’s mom said approvingly.
I touched the soft scarf she had wrapped around my neck and said, “Thank you so much for making this for me, Patricia. I really love it.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat and blinked back the tears. I really did appreciate her thoughtfulness, and for a moment I felt a surge of anger at Frannie for making me lie to her mom. She was wonderful and so motherly that it made me miss my own mother with a deep-seated ache that took my breath away.
“Dearest? What’s wrong?” Patricia asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “I…”
I trailed off and Patricia said, “You just need a mom hug.”
Before I could protest, Patricia had wrapped me in her arms. I hesitated only briefly before returning her hug. God, it felt good to be hugged by a mom again, even if it wasn’t my mom. This time I couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down my face. Patricia leaned back and studied me silently before wiping the tears away with her thumbs.
“Frannie told me what happened to your parents,” she said. “I’m very sorry, Daisy. The holidays must be a particularly difficult time for you.”
“A little,” I admitted.
“Well,” Patricia cleared her throat briskly and wiped at her own eyes, “anytime you need a mom hug you just ask. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” I was still crying and Patricia handed me a tissue as Wes stepped into the living room.
“Dad says if we don’t leave in the next five minutes, he’s driving to Walmart and buying a fake tree,” Wes said.
“He makes that threat every year,” Patricia said with a laugh. “He’s - ”
“Daisy? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Wes walked toward me. When he reached for me, I gave him a wide-eyed look of warning. He dropped his arms, his face flushing a dull red as he glanced at his mom before stepping back.
Patricia gave us both a considering look that made me very nervous before saying, “Nothing’s wrong, honey. Daisy was just saying thank you for the scarf.”
“Right. Uh, well, we should get going,” Wes said. “There isn’t enough room in the truck for all of us. Dad said he’d drive the car with you and grandma, and Frannie and Daisy can go in the truck with me.”
“Why don’t you let Frannie and Daisy go with Dad,” Patricia said. “It’ll give your father a chance to get to know Frannie’s girlfriend better.”
She put a slight emphasis on Frannie’s girlfriend and my insides churned with guilt and nerves as Wes said, “Sure. I don’t care either way.”
He sounded convincing enough to me, but his mother gave him another assessing look before smiling at me. “Ready to go chop down a Christmas tree, Daisy?”
“As long as I’m not the one chopping,” I said.
Patricia laughed. “No, dearest. We’ll leave that job to Wes.”
“Wait, so you really are allowed to just walk into the woods and cut down a tree?” I asked in confusion.
Frannie’s dad nodded. “Yes. It’s a tree farm. There are about 200 acres of trees. You can harvest your own or you can head over to the barn and purchase a pre-cut one.”
He pointed to a large red barn that had a steady flow of people coming in and out of it. I wrapped my new scarf more snugly around my neck as Frannie took my hand and squeezed it. “Daisy’s a city girl, Dad. She didn’t even know tree farms existed. Did you?”
I shook my head as Wes and his mother and grandmother joined us at the edge of the woods. Patricia smiled at her husband. “Okay, so Jim says the price is seventy dollars this year and - ”
“Seventy!” Frannie’s dad said. “It’s gone up twenty bucks.”
“Hush now, Gregory,” Patricia said. “You know Jim has to provide for his family. They had a third boy three months ago.”
Gregory rolled his eyes. “You got the saw, Wes? Hey, earth to Wes!”
Wes dragged his gaze from my and Frannie’s clasped hands. “Yes, you see it in my hand, don’t you?”
“Don’t get smart with me, Wesley,” Gregory said with a grin.
“Sorry, Sir,” Wes replied.
Frannie’s hand tightened painfully onto mine and I grimaced before whispering, “Frannie, not so tight.”
“Well, isn’t this an unexpected surprise.”
Gregory stiffened and spun around, glaring at the smaller man standing behind him. “What are you doing here, Brenner?”
“Getting a Christmas tree, of course. What else would I be doing here?” the man said with a sardonic grin.
Gregory flushed all over as Patricia hurried over and put her hand on his arm. “We should get going, dearest.”
“Hello, Patricia. You’re looking lovely,” the man said.
“Thank you, Ryan,” Patricia replied.
“Dad? I checked out the trees in the barn and I think we should… whoa.”
Frannie made a low gasp of delight as Owen jogged up to the group.
“Hello, Owen,” Patricia said. “How are you?”
“Good, thanks, Mrs. McKinley. How about yourself?” Owen asked. His gaze drifted to Frannie and an -admittedly adorable - look of adoration came over his face.
“Fine,” Patricia said. Neither Frannie nor Owen noticed the way she watched as Owen approached us.
“Uh, hi. It’s Francine, right?” Owen said before holding out his hand.
Frannie, her face a lovely shade of pink, shook Owen’s hand. “Frannie, actually.”
I discreetly elbowed Frannie in the side when she continued to hold Owen’s hand. She stared blankly at me as her mother said, “Frannie, dearest, aren’t you going to introduce Daisy to the Brenners?”
“Right, of course,” Frannie said as she dropped Owen’s hand. “Uh, Owen and Mr. Brenner, this is Daisy.”
“Nice to meetcha,” Owen said. He grinned at me and I shook his hand before smiling at his father.
“Hello, Mr. Brenner. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” he said.
“Daisy is Frannie’s lesbian lover,” Frannie’s grandmother said. “They have sex together.”
“Grandma!”
“Mother Francine!”
Frannie and Patricia made identical shrieks of horror as Wes and Owen burst into laughter. I wondered if my face was as red as Gregory and Mr. Brenner’s and decided it probably was.
“What?” Her grandmother said. “I heard them having sex last night when I got up to use the bathroom. Frannie’s a moaner.”
“Grandma, be quiet!” Frannie said.
“Nothing to be ashamed of,” her grandmother said.
“Yeah, Frannie, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Wes said teasingly.
His grandmother arched one badly-drawn eyebrow at him. “You’re one to talk, Wesley. I heard you last night grunting and groaning too, you know. You got a girlfriend we don’t know about?”
Wes’ mouth dropped open and I wondered if I should just confess everything right then and there. I wasn’t cut out for a life of lying or lesbianism.
“I – Grandma, I wasn’t – I mean…there was no one in my room last night,” Wes said.
“So, you were pullin’ your own pickle then, were you?” His grandmother said.
“Mother, please,” Gregory said. “I am begging you to stop talking.”
“Why don’t we all go to the canteen and we’ll grab a nice cup of hot chocolate to drink while we’re searching for our tree,” Patricia said.
“Good idea,” Gregory muttered. “If we’re drinking, we’re not talking.”
“Can you grab ours, Mom?” Frannie was staring at Owen again. “Daisy and I want to check out the gift shop in the barn.”
“Sure, but don’t be long, dearest,” Patricia replied.
“We won’t.” Frannie was still staring at Owen and I took her hand and squeezed it in warning. She gave me a distracted smile as Patricia watched the two of us.
“Owen, where’s your mother?” Mr. Brenner asked.
“Over by the gate talking to Mrs. Parten.” Owen stayed where he was when his father started toward the gate.
“Owen? Let’s go.”
“Um, I think I’m going to check out the gift shop too,” Owen said. “There’s a snow globe I’m thinking of buying.”
His father sighed irritably. “A snow globe? Since when do you care about snow globes?”
Owen shrugged. “I like snow globes, Dad. Don’t make a big deal about it.”
“Fine, but don’t be long,” his father retorted.
“Yeah, okay. Uh, do you ladies mind if I walk over there with you?” Owen asked.
“Not at all.” Frannie’s voice was too bright and eager and I squeezed her hand again. She gave me a quick glance before pulling me toward the barn.
“Meet back here in ten minutes,” Patricia called after us.
“You bet!” Frannie shouted over her shoulder.
I wondered if Wes was staring at my ass as we walked away and had to resist the urge to turn and check. Hoping he was looking at my ass was stupid. His mother was way too perceptive for her own good, and she’d undoubtedly notice if her kid was checking out his sister’s girlfriend’s butt.
The minute we were out of earshot, Owen said, “Babe, I miss you so bad.”
“I miss you too, baby,” Frannie said. “It’s killing me not to be with you.”
“Uh, weren’t you just together last night?” I said. “It’s been like six hours.”
“Yeah, but six hours is like six months in Owen and Frannie time,” Owen said solemnly.
I rolled my eyes as Frannie grinned like a maniac at Owen. “Can you get away for a bit after this?”
“Probably,” Owen said. “I drove my own car here because Mom and Dad are stopping at the Lestons’ place.”
“Let’s meet at the bookstore over on Robinson Street. It’ll be quiet there and they have that little nook near the back. No one will see us.”
“Frannie!” I hissed at her. “You cannot have sex with Owen in a bookstore.”
“We’re not going to,” Frannie said.
“We’re not?” Owen said.
“No, baby, we’re not,” Frannie said. “But we can have some alone time together.”
“You had alone time last night,” I said.
Frannie ignored me. “What do you say, baby?”
“Of course,” Owen replied. “You know I can’t resist my lady.”
“Oh good!” Frannie said. “So, we should be done here around two. Let’s meet at the bookstore at two thirty. I’ll have Wes drive me to the bookstore. I’ll tell him I’m buying a last-minute gift for Daisy to explain why he has to drive her home instead of dropping her off with me.”
“It’s a date,” Owen said as we approached the open doors of the barn.
“Excuse me,” I said, “but are you seriously going to ditch me with your family for the afternoon?”
“My family loves you, Daisy,” Frannie said. “Besides, it’ll be like an hour or two at the most. Please? I really need time with Owen.”
I opened my mouth to tell her absolutely not when I realized something. If Frannie had Wes take us to the bookstore and drop her off, I’d be alone with Wes on the way home. Sure, it wouldn’t be for very long but I’d take what I could get.
“Fine,” I said. “But you’re being a really bad girlfriend, Frannie.”
She laughed and gave me a one-armed hug. “I totally am.”
“Why do you want to drive back with Wes?” Patricia asked.
“Because he’s my brother and I love him and I don’t get to see him all that often?” Frannie said.
Patricia gave her a skeptical look. “Since when do you and Wes even get along?”
“Hey, that’s hurtful.” Wes’ deep voice spoke beside me and I tried not to look at the way his biceps bulged against his long-sleeve shirt. He had just finished tying down the tree in the back of the truck. Staring at the muscles in his back and arms while he wrestled the tree onto the truck bed had made me shamefully hot. “Frannie and I get along great, Mom.”
“No, you don’t,” Patricia said. “I love you both, but you drive me crazy with your fighting.”
“We’ve turned over a new leaf,” Wes said. “I’m making up for all the rotten things I did to Frannie when we were kids and trying to be a good brother. I would be happy to give Frannie and Daisy a ride home.”
I could see Frannie giving Wes an odd look and I wondered if she would question him about his sudden enthusiasm for sibling bonding.
