EMBERLY*
Where the hell are my earbuds? I've got to get my ass outside to the gym as soon as possible. I haven't lifted weights or anything of that nature in three days.
"Derrick," I scream. "Did you steal my earbuds again! Derrick!" I scream as I run through the Jack and Jill bathroom we share and burst through his door.
He's sitting there rubbing his eyes and yawning from being woken up by my shrill screams. Morning wood clear through his boxer shorts he slept in last night. I avert my gaze toward the ceiling. "Where are my earbuds? I need them so I can go outside to the gym, maybe go out for a run. Something, Cross Country and Volley Ball tryouts are about to start. Hand them over," I said as I stuck my hand out and averted my gaze to the floor.
"Why the hell would I have your precious earbuds if I have two sets of my own, Emberly? What time is it anyway? It's barely even light out, and we're still on Summer break for three more weeks. Get the hell out of my room and let me go back to sleep," Derrick said as he laid down and threw the covers back over himself. I walked over and flung the covers off of him.
"Let me have a set of yours then; I know you have mine," I demanded as I crossed my arms under my breast and huffed angrily.
He got up abruptly and pushed me out of the way, his morning wood pocking me in the stomach. He turned around, adjusting himself as he walked over to his desk, and then flung a pair of earbuds at me, which ended up being mine, of course, anything always to be an asshole. Then he ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Moments later, I hear the shower running and his grunts as he works on relieving himself. My God, seriously, why did our parents have to get married in the first place. The least they could do is get us a bigger house with all that money they have so Derrick and I wouldn't have to share a bathroom.
If we weren't step-siblings, I would most likely jump him, though. Derrick is freaking gorgeous as hell at 6'4 and 220 pounds of lean cut muscles; I'm sure he doesn't have an ounce of fat on that perfect body of his. Don't get me started on his face, baby blue eyes, and dark brown hair. I'm brought out of my daze as I hear him grunt his release loudly; I mentally scolded myself as I blinked and realized I had stood there listening to him this whole time. He turned off the water to the shower, and I quickly ran to his door and quietly clicked it shut so he wouldn't know I was in his room the whole time. It's his fault I have fantasies about him. It started over the summer because he started dating my best friend Kendra, and she told me about all the kinky things they do. I'm surprised they are both virgins, and I'm so messed up in the head to be thinking of my brother sexually, but it's hard not to. You know when your best friend tells you how skilled he is with his fingers and tongue and how excellent his dick and cum taste in her mouth.
As I ran down the stairs, I decided a long run was warranted to curve the pulsing need radiating through my core. But first, I had to do my stretches; I knew most likely my body would be killing me afterward. I made my way to our outside gym mom and dad had built for us a few years ago, put my earbuds in, and turned my Pandora station to Metallica. I flopped myself down on the mat and started working on my stretches as I tried my hardest to get the image of Derrick's dick off of my mind. The desire amplified as the song 'fuck you like an animal' came on, so I said to hell with all of this and stuck my fingers in my panties. I found myself warm and soaked with arousal; and winced at the thought of being so turned on by Derrick. I had to relieve the pressure, though, or I wouldn't be able to concentrate on running or anything else for that matter.
I laid down on the mat, spread my legs and pinched my pearl then swirled my juices along my folds. I fantasized that my fingers were Derrick's fingers. One finger slid into my entrance, pumping and then retreating to pinch and circle my bud some more. With my other hand, I pinched and tweaked my hard nipples, imagining that my fingers were Derrick's mouth closing in on them. My back arched as the orgasm began to build inside me. I screamed as the damn finally broke, and my juices gushed from my core. My panties were soaked now; I was going to need to change for sure.
I got up, turned around quickly, and came face to face with Derrick. How long had he been there shit? He made the motions for me to take my earbuds out, and I complied with his demands.
"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were going back to sleep?" I yelled as I stepped around him, and he caught my arm.
His grip was rough, but he wasn't hurting me. I accidentally looked down to see the massive bulge in his workout shorts and averted my gaze. Derrick had most likely been watching the whole time. Crap, crap, crap.
"You know you screamed my name just now as you came right. I'm sure you couldn't hear yourself over the music. You were also moaning my name as you touched your nipples over that sorry excuse of a sports bra. You were fantasizing about me as you touched yourself, weren't you, little sis? Tell me the truth now," Derrick said as he released my arm, sat on the mat, and started stretching.
My mouth dropped open, and no words would come out. I was horrified; I didn't even realize I had done any of that. Derrick had seen the whole thing.
"You, you're an asshole, you know that, right," that's all I could think to get out. My brain was still fizzed out on the fantastic orgasm I had given myself.
"Yeah, the asshole you just got off to. That's pretty fucked up, in all honesty, because you're my sister," Derrick said as he continued to stretch. His lean stiff muscles were taunting me to touch him. 'Dang, it Emberly quit already. He's right; this is fucked up,' I mentally scolded myself.
"This is all your fault for dating my best friend. I hate you; I can't wait until we graduate so I can get the hell away from you,"
"If it's any constellation, I just got off to thinking about you as well, and it was quite nice. Oh, the things I would do to you if you weren't my sister. I almost came again in my shorts just now; that was hot. But you are my sister, and I hate you too, so all of this needs to stop now. Plus, you're dating my best friend as well. Word of advice, you need to give him a little something before he breaks up with you. Caden is starting to get a bit bored,"
I was so angry words wouldn't come out. I walked over to face Derrick and slapped the shit out of his face. He glared at me and then kicked my feet out from under me, making me fall to the mat. Derrick climbed up on top of me, his eyes turning into a deeper blue.
"You better get your shit together, little sister. Because this will never be yours, and this will never be mine. I don't give a shit how hot you are; I will never fuck my own sister," Derrick said as he gripped his shaft and brushed my sex with his other hand.
"Stepsister ass hole and I would never touch you anyway. Get the hell off of me," I yelled. Derrick blinked a couple of times, shook his head and climbed off of me, and went back to his stretching.
I put my earbuds back in and ran and ran until my lungs were about to explode. I came to a stop and sat down on a curb, and took in my surroundings. I had no idea where I was. I looked down at my phone to see that I had been running for almost three hours; I didn't even know how that had happened. I had taken several turns and, at one point, was running down the highway. Never once had I paid attention to where I was going. I was trying to get as far away from Derrick as possible. I looked back to see a girl around my age walking toward me with bottled water. I took my earbuds out of my ear so I could talk to her.
"I saw you through the window; you looked like you might need this," She said as she handed me the water.
"Thank you so much. I've been running for hours. I ran until I couldn't possibly make it another step. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get up," I said as I twisted the cap and gulped down every last drop.
"Do you need a ride? I was about to head into Lubbock to go shopping. I can take you if you're heading back in that direction. Also, my name is Melinda, and who may you be?" Melinda asked as she sat next to me on the curb.
"Emberly, I live in Wolfforth just outside of Lubbock, so I would love it if you could give me a ride. I have no idea where I'm at. My brother and I got into an argument, and I had to let off some steam,"
"Oh My Goodness, girl, you've made it all the way to Tahoka. You should call and check in and let someone know where you are. I'm sure someone is worried about you,"
"Well, my parents are on vacation, and my stepbrother hates my guts, so I don't think there is anyone who cares or notices that I've been gone so long. Can you help me up, please; my legs are like jello?"
Melinda looked me over with concern, got up and gripped my wrist, and with quite a bit of effort, helped me to my feet. I wobbled a bit, so she put my arm over her shoulders and helped me to her car. I felt terrible because I'm almost six feet tall, and she's a good foot shorter than me.
"Wow, you're tall; I bet you are a basketball star, aren't you?" She asked as she opened the car door for me, slid the seat back as far as it would go to make room for my long legs, and helped me climb in.
"Basketball, Volleyball, Cross Country, Track, Golf, and Tennis. I also do modeling shoots from time to time," I rambled.
"Yes, I can definitely see you as a model. You are so tall and beautiful,"
"Thank you; I just turned seventeen. I'm hoping for my boyfriend to gain a few inches because I don't like guys who are shorter than me" That's when my phone started buzzing, and Derrick's name and image flashed on the screen.
"Wow, is that your boyfriend? He is smoking hot," Melinda said as she shut my door and ran inside to get her purse and keys.
"What?" I growled into the phone.
"Where the fuck are you? We have that photo shoot this afternoon. Mom and Dad will be pissed if we blow it off. Remember we're supposed to be modeling the new fall wardrobe that's coming out soon," he yelled into the phone.
"I'm in Tahoka, where ever the hell that is. I've got a ride, asshole, like you even care anyway," I said and hung up as Melinda climbed into the car.
"That was my brother being an asshat as usual. We have a photo shoot this afternoon, so he's wigging out,"
"Oh, ok, is he single? I'd like to climb on that for sure,"
"No, he's dating my best friend Kendra, who is also going to be modeling with us along with my boyfriend Caden and a few others from my school,"
I could tell Melinda had a hundred questions for me, and I hoped she wouldn't ask them. She didn't thank God and backed her car out of the drive.
"My parents design designer clothing and own their own clothing boutiques around the US and around the world. They travel quite often, and they are billionaires, and only one of us can be granted the CEO position once we finish college and retire. So my brother and I compete against each other when it comes to everything-like academics, sports, looks, dating, modeling, you name it. So yes, we hate each other. The company should be mine; my mom started that business way before she even had me. Then they walked into our lives," I grimaced and stared out the window.
"I love my dad because I never had one. My mom got snookered one night and had a one-night stand that resulted in me being born. I just wish Derrick hadn't been a part of that equation. He's messed everything up for me," I rambled on, and Melinda nodded her head taking in all of the information.
"Well, you're what a Junior in High school, right. You have two years left and then college to prove your worth. Kick his ass and don't back down. Don't let him win,"
I smiled and chuckled. "Thank you for the pep talk; I'll do my best,"
Melinda dropped me off at my house, and when I opened the door asshole was standing there waiting for me. How long had he stood there waiting for me? It took Melinda over an hour to get me home. I still can't believe I had run so far.
"Get your ass cleaned up so we can go," he yelled, then ran up to his room and slammed the door.
How does he get off acting like that? He's not my dad.
I ran up the stairs and banged his door open, creating a dent in the wall.
Writer's Note
Thank you all for stopping in!So much tension going on there. I hope you all enjoy Derrick and Emberly's story. Hugs and Love, Sapphirian J.
