Page 78 of Love is Strange
ASH
I was definitely lookingat Ember’s ass, but I wasn’t about to admit that out loud to my little sister. Casey is enough of a pest as it is without her thinking I’m going to hit on her best friend. Whether I want to is beside the point, she’s seventeen, and I don’t fancy having my ass thrown in jail for going there. Ember’s dad isn’t one to mess around, and he's very protective of his little girl.
The fact I’m leaving for college again soon is another kick in the gut. Without me here, keeping her nice and distracted with heated looks and innocent touches as I walk past her, she’ll no doubt catch the attention of some idiot kid in her school and end up dating them.
I suck the rings on my lip into my mouth, biting the cold metal as I consider the revelation that other boys will have their sights set on her. Ember may not be mine in any official sense, but she will be. As soon as she reaches eighteen and sets foot out of this town for college, leaving behind the life and friends she knows, including my sister, I’ll swoop in and claim her for myself. For the time being I’ll watch and wait. She’s going to be mine, and she has no fucking idea. I’ll wait because she’ll be worth every second of torture I now suffer, lusting after her.
Until then I will have to deal with the fact that she’ll be out of my watchful gaze. I can only hope that her drive to get into college and maintain her grades is enough to keep her from fucking around and ruining herself. She's too good for any of those little shits. I wish I could take her with me now, but I’d have the cops on me quicker than bees on honey.
I can’t sleep. I’m leaving so fucking soon, and it’s driving me mad, knowing that Ember is being left behind, again. All I can think, as I lie in bed, is how sweet her ass looked in those leggings of hers while she laid on the living room carpet. Her little skirt had ridden up the back of her legs, and the curve of her ass, showing just underneath, taunted me. She’s such a sin. I can’t help wondering if she’ll burn as I make her come.
Fuck. I’m definitely not getting to sleep, now. I groan and decide that a shower and release is what I need if I want to get any rest. Rolling my eyes in frustration, I get out of bed, grab a towel, and pull on a pair of clean boxers.
That’s when I hear Casey’s bedroom door open and light footsteps that are definitely not my sister’s pad slowly down the hallway. We only have a small house with a shared bathroom, much to my little sister’s disgust. My lip quirks up on one side, and I tongue the rings that click together as I smile into the darkness. Ember.
Carefully opening the bedroom door, so I don't make a noise, I peek out. Dim moonlight shines through the hallway window, faintly illuminating it with an eerie glow. I watch as Ember walks into the bathroom without turning on the light. She has stayed here many times over the years, so this house is almost a second home to her.
I inch out of the bedroom and walk slowly and steadily down the hallway, keeping my footsteps light. Holding myself flat against the wall, I wait outside the bathroom door for Ember to come out. I am listening to the sound of her moving around in there when I hear something I didn’t expect. A small moan, so faint I nearly missed it. I hold my breath, waiting to see if I was mistaken, but another slightly louder moan reaches my ears.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Fuuuuck. Ember is definitely pleasuring herself in there, and her little sounds have me even harder than I was when I left my bedroom. I adjust myself in my boxers and bite down hard on my lip to stifle the groan that nearly escapes. The little whimpers pick up volume and frequency, but I can tell she's trying to be quiet. Then one particularly long, low moan catches my attention and I know she’s reached completion.
I hear the sound of water running, and then the lock being turned. As the door opens, I make a snap decision: one I will either instantly regret or fucking savor for the rest of my life, but nothing can stop my next move. Before Ember can step out, my hand is over her mouth, muffling her scream. I shove her back into the bathroom and push her, face forward, up against the door, so that my front is pressed against her back, and she's pinned between me and the frame.
She has to know who it is because there isn’t anyone else in the house apart from me and Casey. She whimpers in fear as I push my hard cock against her lovely ass, and then tugging her pajama shorts down, I cup her pussy and start to swirl my fingers in her recent release. When Ember lets out a little moan, I turn her head and crash my lips to hers while moving my other hand between us to free my aching hard-on. Still kissing her, I plunge my fingers into her tight pussy while I fist my cock, jerking it roughly.
I bite her tongue as she comes all over my fingers, drenching them. When I feel myself getting close, I push my wet fingers into her mouth as my cum spurts all over her bare ass. I watch my release slide down the crease between her cheeks, and then spank her there. I leave her, spent, used, and covered in my cum. MINE.
Chapter Three
EMBER
Ash leftme alone in that bathroom: confused, wet, covered in his release, and with the taste of my own cum on my tongue. Tears spill from my eyes as I grab a washcloth to clean myself up. He treated me like I was dispensable, just something to get him off. I thought he liked me, but I never expected him to treat me like that. Fuck him and his asshole behavior, he can leave for college and never come back for all I care. What I hate the most is he was the first guy to ever make me orgasm, and it makes me feel sick with remorse I let him give me that first experience for his own satisfaction.
Casey was right. I shouldn’t act on my crush, he isn’t worth my time. I’ll do what I always intended: focus on my studies and ignore guys until I get to college. It’s not worth the heartbreak and distraction. I just hope Ash realizes that when he returns, I won’t be here, and no matter what he wants from me, he won’t be able to get it. Not after this.
It takes some time for me to compose myself enough to venture from the bathroom, and I’m relieved to see he isn’t outside when I open the door. I hurry back to Casey’s room and scramble onto the futon that gets made up for me when I sleep over. I’m shaking, trying not to start crying again. I wish I hadn’t left the room, now, but I woke up from a dream of him, hot, sweaty, and throbbing between my legs. I wasn’t about to give myself relief with my best friend in the room.
I scrunch my eyes up and bury my face in the pillow, using it to muffle my cries. I don’t want to wake Casey up, because I’d have to explain why I’m upset, and I'm not going into that; I can’t. It’s her brother, and talking to her about it would be too weird, even for me. It’s nearly light when I finally succumb to sleep.
The next morning I plaster a smile on my face and listen to Casey’s chatter about the approaching start of the school year: what the teachers will be like, and what we’ll be studying this year in our elective classes.
I'm looking forward to my art and graphic design lessons, as well as Biology, which is one of my favorite subjects.
Ash is noticeably absent at breakfast, and I pretend not to care, but it’s hard not to feel deflated. If Casey notices my somber mood, she doesn’t say anything, probably assuming I’m still embarrassed after yesterday evening. Which, if I’m totally honest with myself, I am, but it doesn’t hold a candle to how embarrassed I felt after Ash degraded me in the bathroom.
I’ll admit at first when he grabbed me and gave me an orgasm, I was hot and buzzing from his touch, but when he shoved his fingers in my mouth and came on my ass, I felt so humiliated.
I shake off my disgust, refocus on the conversation, and eat the cereal Casey placed down in front of me before she dropped into the chair opposite. I feel a familiar heat behind me, and I stiffen when her easy smile turns into a sly one as she watches for my reaction. I know instantly that it’s Ash, but I’m not going to turn around and look. I won’t. That asshole isn’t getting any more of my attention.
He puts his hand on my shoulder as he leans across the table for a napkin, and I brush him off because I can’t stand the thought of him touching me. He doesn’t get to treat me like he did and then act like nothing happened, all the while cozying up to me.
I take a deep breath, and fighting back the tears that threaten to flow, I pointedly ignore him for the rest of breakfast. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time, watching my every little movement, and it hurts. When I'm done, I stand up and dash from the room, as quickly as I can, with my hand over my mouth. As I leave, I hear Casey speaking to him.
“Did something happen? What did you do to her?” she asks, and her voice is sharp and accusing as she questions him.
“No. Nothing happened, so stop speculating, little sister,” Ash answers, his voice clipped and detached.
I never meant anything to him, and I will make sure my stupid brain and heart understand that. I’ll never be vulnerable like that to him again. I will lock Ash Briggs away into a fucking box in my head and throw away the key.
