Page 25 of Last Summer
“Please,” I beg.
His brows relax—his eyes sparkle with excitement, but still maintain softness. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve always been sure.” With that, I pull him up by the strands of his hair, then tug his shorts down and expose his glorious cock. I watch in awe as my brother slowly runs his veiny hand over the tip of his cock.
“Are you sure?” he asks again as if I will turn back now. Jonathan kisses me again, his hand covering the back of my head as he lowers me onto the dock.
I nod and moan into the kiss, writhing my drenched core against him in order to let him feel how badly I want—no—need him. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want him, and if loving my twin is wrong, then I will gladly burn in the pits of Hell for just a taste of this pleasure. He slips his fingers beneath the band of my underwear, slowly pulling them from my thighs, his forest green eyes burning with desire. I mewl when the cold air hits my drenched core, but he’s there quickly, warming me up, his cock lined up with my entrance. Nervous anticipation rolls through my body as he begins to push in slowly—stretching me, filling me up so perfectly.
“This is going to hurt, baby doll,” he warns me as he pushes against my inner barrier. “But I’ll make it feel good, I promise. Trust me?”
I nod. I trust him with everything. He’s it for me.
A low growl rumbles in his chest before he pulls his hips back slightly then plunges in. There’s a pop, and then I’m seeing stars from the lethal combination of pain and pleasure. I gasp against his lips when he pushes himself all the way in, my resistance tearing.
“Shh. It’s okay, Jules,” he coos, placing kisses against the corner of my lips. “Trust me.” My fingers claw into his shoulders as he begins to slowly move inside me. The dock creaks beneath us. The burning pain gives way to something deeper, darker, dirtier as my twin brother begins to rut into me.
The lake watches and the stars blur as we move together as one.
“Fuck, Jules, you feel so good,” he says through gritted teeth. “So fucking good. Such a good little sis for me,” he moans, kissing me again before pulling away and looking to where we connect. I wrap my legs around him tighter, burying my face into the crook of his neck as I feel the warmth gathering in my center. If I’m going to come, then I want to take him with me.The building pressure in my core suddenly releases as my orgasm rips through me. Born together… and we come together with our names falling from our lips like sinful prayers. His cock jerks inside me as he continues to spill warm ropes of cum into me. I shouldn’t be happy. This should feel so wrong. And yet, I can’t stop the sated smile from spreading across my face.
He’s mine. All fucking mine.
He’s been mine since the moment we were conceived, and he will be mine long after our flesh has rotted from our bones.
“Fuck, Jules, I’m sorry I didn’t pull out. Are you okay?” he asks with sincere concern lacing his voice. “I’ll run out and get you Plan B,” he groans as he falls on top of me, and I just hold him silently, unable to respond.
We stay wrapped in each other like this for a while, before he brushes my hair back and kisses my temple.
“I gotta go in the morning, but I'll be back Sunday,” he whispers,and my heart sinks because I know where he’s going and who he will be with.
I hate that he needs to pretend to love her. Part of me wants to kill him for running back to her, but rationally, I know that what we have is a secret. For now.
“Don’t miss me too much,” I quip, pretending I’m not breaking inside thinking about him leaving me for his little girlfriend.
Once he gets home, I’ll convince him to leave her. It won’t be hard. He barely likes her. He’s mostly just using her for sex. So all I need to do is convince him that we’re meant to be. Fuck society, fuck the rules, fuck what other people think—we’re soulmates, destined to belong to one another for all of time. He doesn’t just own my heart and my body, he owns every piece of me that ever was and ever will be. Once he gets home, we will be together.
But he never came home. Sunday came and went, and he never showed up.
My eyes flutter open, the lake is gone. The moonlight. The stars, and most importantly,him.
I’m all alone.
My hand is still buried between my thighs, soaked. My breath ragged as my orgasm still pulses through me like phantom lightning. A tear slips from the corner of my eye because he's gone…
It’s not real.
Not anymore.
Now all I have is just fucking memories… fucking videos… that I keep replaying to feel alive. To feel him.
Because Johnathan is dead.
He will never come back, and they will all pay. Bringing my hand to the air, I spread my fingers apart and looked at the clear strings of arousal that are webbed between my fingers. Did she figure it out now? Does Danica know what she’s done?
My throat tightens as I bring my fingers to my lips and taste the grief, filth, and desire in every breath. My other hand clutches his necklace—the gold ‘babydoll’ necklace he gave to me. His pet name for me. The sound of a truck rumbling down the dirt road grabs my attention.
“Oh, Danica, I know what you all did last summer,” I whisper into the dark.
