Chapter 3

Dominick’s sleepovers become a semi-regular thing over the next few weeks. Granted he’s still working crazy hours for his residency, so it’s maybe two to three nights a week, but God, how I treasure those nights.

If Dad notices our growing closeness, he doesn’t say anything, though I do notice his gaze moving between the two of us sometimes at dinner. He doesn’t looked concerned, though, just interested as always in what we’re doing. I chalk it up to my imagination and paranoia.

It’s not like Dominick and I are doing anything wrong anyway.

I mean sure, we’re sleeping together. But not like that!

Dominick will just come in after Dad’s gone to bed, maybe after we’ve all watched TV or he and I study at the kitchen table while Dad works on his laptop. Then Dom and I will talk for a little bit with him sitting against the headboard. I tell him about stuff going on in my life, he tells me about things stressing him out at the hospital, and then he gets into bed beside me and curls me up against him.

I’ve even actually started being able to fall asleep now since, the more it happens, the more confident I feel that each time won’t be the last.

Dominick’s not home tonight. Dad’s on a business trip. Mom’s out as well—shocker. It feels like she’s gone for days at a time. There will be entire weeks I can go without seeing her. I wonder if Dad doesn’t encourage this. The last time I saw the two of them in the same room together he just simply gave her this look. Like a ‘don’t test me’ look. I’m not sure what was being communicated, but Mom just lifted her chin and went off in a huff. We didn’t see her for four days that time.

Whatever. I finally feel like she’s not my problem. And oh my God, it’s such a relief. I feel free. For the first time in my life. Free and young and just… happy.

Happiness.

What a crazy concept, right?

Well, a little less happy tonight since Dad and Dominick aren’t home, but I can’t be greedy. I get them so much of the rest of the time.

I yawn as the little scribbled numbers blur on the page. I’ve been working on this Statistics homework until I feel cross-eyed.

If I’m honest—yes, I wanted to distract myself so I wouldn’t miss the boys. The house always used to be this empty, but now it just feels wrong not to hear the TV on or the shower running somewhere or Dom’s big clonking footsteps jogging up and down the stairwell. I glance at the clock.

It’s eleven. My yawn stretches wider. Okay. I should be able to sleep now.

I wash up, switch on my night light, and turn in.

Dominick sleeps over so much that my second pillow has started to smell like him. I bury my nose in his pillow and inhale. His scent is comforting.

It takes some time, but the math homework did its job and soon I’m nodding off.

…

…

And then I start to dream.

It’s one of those dreams.

Dominick’s big body is curled up behind me. His arm drapes over my waist. Chin nestled in the crook of my neck. Just like always.

It’s completely innocent.

Until it’s not.

Dominick’s hand moves up. His large hand easily envelops my breast. My breasts aren’t tiny but they feel that way in his huge hands. And then he gently squeezes—

What the—

Not gentle, not gentle!

He’s jerking at my nipple. Pulling and plucking and—

My eyes shoot open.

I’m not alone in my bed.

I swing around to look behind me, confused and just what the—

Dominick.

I blink and breathe and—

“Dominick?”

He’s not supposed to be here tonight. He had a double.

But it’s definitely Dominick, long floppy hair and all, laying behind me. With his hand on— His hand is on my—

“I need you tonight, beautiful,” he whispers and there’s something off about his voice. It comes out ragged and choked. “I’ve tried to fight it, I know it’s wrong, but today was just…” He shakes his head, his features contorting. “I need you.”

And then he rolls me so that I’m flat on my back and his lips are on my lips. Next thing I know, his body is over mine and his weight is pressing me into the mattress.

His mouth invades mine, pressing for entry.

I, but I—

His hand moves from my breast and drops lower. Before I even have my bearings, one of his thick fingers is pressing at my entrance. Down there.

His finger meets wetness and slides right inside me. I gasp in shock as my whole body shudders and pleasure.

That’s when I really wake up.

Holy crap.

Dominick is here.

Dominick is touching me.

Dominick is touching me like that.

I start kissing him back just as hungrily.

I don’t know what’s going on. If this is a dream, it’s like nothing I’ve ever— I mean, I never knew anything could even be like—

“God, Dominick,” I whisper in between panting gasps. I can’t breathe. I’m going to die because I can’t breathe. He’s stealing my breath. It’s so good. So good.

“Fuck, Sarah, say it again,” he whispers. His voice still has that deep, desperate quality to it. “You don’t know how long I’ve needed to hear you say my name like that. You’ve been fucking torturing me.”

“Dominick,” I breathe out and he lunges against me.

That part of him. I feel it. Hard as a rod. Hot and hard, pressing against my stomach. He swivels and swirls his hips as he kisses me deep.

He pulls back suddenly.

No, God, did I do something wrong—?

But it’s only so he can lift me up long enough to pull off my tiny shirt. He pauses for a moment just staring at me. “Holy fuck, little sister. Are you telling me this is what I’ve been sleeping just inches away from for weeks?” He sounds mesmerized. And his words. I’ve never known him to be so vulgar.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

He drops down and starts to suckle one of my breasts, shoving them together with both his hands, licking down the crevice he creates, then taking the other in his mouth.

When he bites down a little on the nipple, I can’t help crying out and jerking against him. “That’s right, beautiful,” he says, licking and then blowing on the nipple he just abused, “let me hear all your noises. There’s no one else home. I want it all. I fucking need it.”

When he nips at the second nipple, oh God, I do what he wants. I let him hear.

The way he’s positioned, lower now, when he pistons his hips forward, his steel rod presses right up against the spot his fingers invaded just a moment ago.

My mouth drops open and my head presses back into the pillow. He alternately worships and tortures my breasts. Meanwhile, he reaches down to caress my hips and thigh and draws my leg around his waist, first one and then the other.

“I want you to ride me, beautiful. Ride me to get off. And don’t forget to let me hear it.”

His words and his touch and just God, the fact that this is happening at all, this is really happening—Dominick is here and he’s touching and caressing and oh, doing that—it all ignites a fire that rages higher and higher.

My legs wrap around his hips and the hardness of him hits the most perfect spot in the universe.

My hips seem to jerk forward and back against him of their own accord. I might have no idea what I’m doing, but my instincts take over.

A drive so intense, oh God, he’s sucking on my nipple so hard and pinching the other one. It hurts but feels so, just, what— oh my God, all at the same time, how is that even possible?

But then he releases his hold on both nipples and blows air across them. He drops his hand between us. His finger slips inside me again. Then his thumb rubs and I flex and press against him and he said to let it out so I scream,

“Dominiiiiiiiiiiiiick!”

Light and heat burst all through my body like ricocheting fireworks. But within my body. I’ve never felt— I can’t— And it just, it keeps going and—

Dominick continues to rub. He buries his head in between my breasts, licking and suckling and tenderly kissing my lips again.

I pant as the light recedes and my consciousness comes back into my body. My fingertips still tingle and when Dominick swirls his thumb around again, my legs spasm with an aftershock. He smiles, but there’s still a serious look to his features that’s not usually there.

“You did so good, beautiful,” he whispers, then kisses my breast again. He moves slightly up so that we’re eye to eye, but he doesn’t move his hand, occasionally still circling and causing my breath to short circuit.

“Now I need you to be completely honest. I don’t care if my question embarrasses you, you have to tell me the truth, no matter what. Can you do that?” His sudden inquiry scares me and with his gaze so direct, I feel like he’s looking straight into my soul. Especially after what we just— I mean, God. I’ve never been more bared to someone. In every sense of the word.

But I nod because it’s Dominick.

“How much experience have you had? With sex?”

Heat rises to my cheeks even at the word. Which is silly considering what we— I mean, he just made me—

I swallow. “Not much.” I look down.

“Hey.” He takes my chin and forces my face back up even as he continues to swirl with his other fingers. Oh my God, not fair. How am I expected to even concentrate on anything while he’s—

“I need details.” His eyes search mine. “I need to know everything you’ve done. Just how far you’ve gone with past boyfriends.” His jaw tightens on the last two words but then his face softens again as he pushes some hair that’s fallen in my face behind my ear.

I feel my cheeks redden further. I don’t want to tell him. I couldn’t be more inexperienced or immature. I wish he would let me off with the vague answer I already gave, but for some reason, I can see by the look on his face that he feels like he needs to know more.

And after tonight, I have the feeling I’ll give Dominick whatever he needs. I shake my head slowly. “I don’t have any experience,” I whisper.

“So you’re a virgin,” he clarifies. “Okay, so what about touching and…” He breaks off when I continue shaking my head.

“I mean, I’ve kissed guys before,” I hurry to clarify.

His hands freeze everywhere he’s touching me. “But nothing else?” he whispers in clear disbelief. “Not even…” he trails off again and just stares at me.

I can only take so much of being stared at like I’m a side-show act at a carnival. I yank away from him and start to pull the covers up around myself when he rips them away from me.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He grabs me and rolls us so that he’s on top. He kisses me deep, that manly part of him pressing even more urgently into me.

He kisses so long and so deep I don’t think he’s ever going to come up for air. I’m not sure I want him to.

Did I think I was happy before? I didn’t know happiness.

He finally pulls back, looking slightly anxious.

“What?”

“Well, I want to try something, but I don’t know if you’re ready.”

I hate that he even has to question it.

“I am,” I blurt in return. “I’m ready for anything. Everything.”

He still looks hesitant. “Do you think you could… maybe just start by…”

“Anything,” I repeat, never meaning it more in my life.

He nods. “You could try touching me.”

He doesn’t have to say any more. I get what he means. Or well, the general idea of what he means. He’s not the first to ask, but he’s the first I’ve ever wanted to oblige.

Other boys, like the infamous prom date, have made requests of me throughout the years, with various levels of earnestness and crudeness, to suck their…you know whats.

I’ve always been disgusted by the whole idea.

Until Dominick.

After what he just gave me, I’m eager to explore his body. Still, my hands are tentative at first as they trail down his muscled chest. I don’t want to do it wrong and screw everything up.

Dominick’s breath hitches and then he doesn’t exhale, like he’s holding it waiting for me to go lower. To make contact with it.

Screw it. I’m curious and I don’t mean to torture him. I lower my hands the rest of the way until my small fingers close around…

Wow. It’s so big.

I mean, I’ve seen a couple of pictures across the years. It’s impossible to be a teenager with the internet and not, but he feels so much bigger and wider than any of them looked. And so warm. Not to mention hard.

I mean, obviously it was going to be hard. That’s the whole point. But I’ve babysat little boys before and how can that grow up to become this?

“Christ, beautiful,” he hisses out. “Do you know how good that feels? Wrap your little fingers around it and get under the covers with me.”

I do as he says, wrapping both hands around him, then feeling up and down the velvety soft skin that covers his hard rod. Oh my God, I’m using romance novel terms, but they are so right. It does feel like velvet over a steel rod. I try not to giggle as I lay down beside him.

My attack of the giggles are soon lost in his hands on my body and feeling how he tenses and groans as I rub him up and down, up and down.

“Christ, I love your little hands on me. And watching you just come now.” He presses his length in and out of my inexpert fingers gripping him. “You don’t know how long we’ve been looking forward to this.”

We?

The question registers in my mind but then Dominick delivers another of his deep kisses. One of his large hands drops to cover mine and he shows me just how he likes to be pleasured. I learn how to twist his shaft and roll my hand up over the bulbous crown. I’m rewarded when I feel a little bit of wetness coat my fingers.

“That’s because of how crazy you’re driving me, beautiful. Now you try on your own.”

I repeat the motions he’s just taught me, my brow furrowed in determination as I try to get it right.

“Christ, it’s so good,” he encourages. “You can squeeze it even harder if you want.”

Really? I feel like I’m already choking the life out of the thing but I put all my strength into my grip.

And then I think about how much suction and strength I’ve heard the human mouth and jaw have.

I want Dominick to be happy with how I’m doing. More than anything else in the universe. And just the thought of licking him. Tasting him. My sex clenches and before I can overthink it or psych myself out, I slip down underneath the covers.

I take him into my mouth and start to suck.

“Holy Christ!” he shouts so loud I’m doubly glad no one else is in the house because if they were, they’d surely come running at his exclamation.

For a second I think maybe I’ve done the wrong thing after all.

Maybe that’s not how you’re supposed to do it? Did I bite him accidently or something? I tried to cover my teeth with my lips but maybe I still grazed him and—

But when I try to lift away, Dominick’s hand is there putting gentle pressure on my head to keep me in place.

An internal glow flows throughout my body and I lick and suck and lap at his rod. He whispers encouragement and instructions.

Within minutes he’s tapping my shoulder.

“Pull off, beautiful.”

I do and he presses me back on the bed. Then he tugs himself far more roughly than I ever did, three quick jerks until several hot spurts shoot out and coat my breasts.

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” he whispers as the last little bit bursts out of him. He collapses beside me, his hand landing in his cream on my chest. He rubs it all around my chest and down to my stomach.

“You’re mine,” he says, hazel eyes gleaming as our gazes lock.

My breath hitches as we just stare at each other, both of us catching our breath.

After a few long moments, he reaches for his boxers on the ground and cleans up the mess he made on me.

Then he grabs me close, pulls the sheet and comforter over us, and like always, is out within minutes.

And all I can feel is—WHAT?

How does he do that? How can he just fall asleep like nothing at all is unusual when we just— just—

I’m still pulsing between my legs. Even though his warmth is behind me now, the memory of him on top of me is still so fresh.

Again—WHAT?

He was upset about something when he came in, that was clear.

His words from earlier ring in my head. I need you tonight, beautiful. I’ve tried to fight it, I know it’s wrong, but today was just…I need you.

What happened today to set him off like that? And…he’s tried to fight it? So I’m not the only one who’s had these…feelings.

And sure he said they were wrong too, but what if maybe they aren’t. I mean, we aren’t really sister and brother.

Though even having the thought feels like a betrayal.

No—he is family. He is. He’s my brother.

But also my…lover?

Oh God this is so messed up.

I squeeze my eyes shut hard, sink back against Dominick, and try to sleep.

And somehow, sleep actually comes. I sleep hard. So hard in fact, that I don’t even wake up when sun starts streaming through my bedroom window.

No, I don’t wake up until there’s an angry voice shouting.

“What the hell is going on in here?”