Brother After Dark

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Blaire.

The ruthless sound of thunder made me scream. It was nine in the evening. I went down to the kitchen to drink milk before I went to bed.

It was right here in the kitchen. I remembered being here with my mother. Lightning struck, illuminating the dim room, followed by the crashing sound of thunder. I was so scared and ran to my mother for comfort. But instead, she pushed me away and used the belt on me.

I remembered Zach’s face that day. I saw the exact moment my mother’s belt hit his skin. He took the hit for me. He even tried to smile through it, to assure me he was okay. But I knew he was hurting.

Tears rolled down my cheeks without me realizing it. I started shaking in fear. This was my weakness, my fear.

Suddenly, I felt arms circled around my waist, and I felt the familiar warmth of Zach’s body against mine.

“Baby girl,” he whispered.

I turned around and hugged him. “Zachary!” I cried out.

“It’s okay, baby girl!” he said. “I’m here. I won’t leave you. I will never leave you.”

He lifted me off my feet and carried me in his arms. I closed my eyes and buried my face against his chest. He went upstairs, and then I felt him settle me on the bed. When I opened my eyes, I realized he had taken me to his room. He lay down beside me and gathered me in his arms.

Rain poured angrily outside. I clung on to Zach, trying to calm my senses.

“You said you remember me when you hear thunder?” he asked.

I nodded. “I remember Mom hitting you, thinking you were me.”

He shifted from the bed and propped up on an elbow. He looked into my eyes.

“And that scared you?”

I nodded. “I can’t stop thinking about the pained expression on your face, Zach.”

He shook his head. “I’m stronger than that, baby girl. I’m a grown man now. Even then, I was able to take it. I didn’t even cry, did I?”

I shook my head and pulled him to me. “You were so brave. Why did you have to shield me from that? Why did you take the hit for me?”

“It’s okay. I got out just fine. It didn’t hurt,” he said in a reassuring tone. “And you know I’ll take a bullet for you, right?”

I calmed down a little bit, feeling like I would burst into a bubble with what he said. “Even now?”

He looked at me thoughtfully. Then he pushed a lock of stray hair away from my face. “Especially now.”

Oh my god. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I stared into his handsome face, repeated what he said over and over. I felt like I never wanted this to end. I completely forgot about the thunder and the storm outside.

“I would rather you don’t,” I said.

“But you know I will. You’re the most important person in my life. Then and now. I would rather die than live in a world where you don’t exist.”

I pulled him to me, hugging him tightly. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Me too!”

I realized at that moment that I would rather die than lose Zach. I love him! Twice more than usual. I loved him like a sister would love her brother. And at the same time, I was in love with him like a girl would love her boyfriend, her first love, her one true love.

He had just said he would die for me. He would rather die than not have me in his life. I knew he loved me too. He didn’t have to say it out loud. But I knew how he felt about me.

It had been two weeks since that day I decided to cross the line with him. These two weeks had been pure bliss. We tried to look and act normal in school. But all throughout the day, we texted each other—more than three times we ended up sexting each other throughout the day, which ended in the fastest drives to the shed after school.

He gently pulled away from me. Then he said, “Let’s try something.”

“What?”

“When you hear the thunder, you associate it with a memory. A terrifying memory you have of me.”

I nodded.

“Why don’t we try to replace that memory? So maybe next time, instead of remembering me in pain when you hear the thunder, you will remember me… in a different light.”

“Like how?”

“In bliss… in pure ecstasy,” he answered mischievously, his hands slowly moving up under my shirt.

My eyes widened. “Zachary!”

He gave me a devilish smile as his face descended on mine and he devoured my lips. I kissed him back. I felt his hands creep higher until he reached the firm mounds. He pinched a nipple and then he kneaded my breasts. He moved between my legs, and instantly, I felt his hard manhood press against my pussy, putting pressure on my clit, instantly making me wet with my own juices.

Zach had this effect on me. His breath intoxicated me. His touch electrified me. His skin warmed me like nothing else. No matter how many times we did this, I didn’t think I would ever get tired of our connection. Sexually, we were compatible, like our bodies were made just for each other. Emotionally, we had a connection that was deeper than any normal couple. We shared that extra bond we could never share with anybody else. Sadly, the extra bond that made us stronger also prevented us from coming out in public with each other.

“Seriously, Zach,” I moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth. “Our parents…”

“Are not here,” he said. He stared back at me. “Mom is in Italy. Dad is on a business trip in Manhattan.”

“How come they tell you where they are?” My parents never even bothered to tell me I shouldn’t expect them for dinner.

“They don’t,” he replied. “I make it a point to check every day.” Then he gave me a look that’s full of mischief. “We don’t want them walking in on us fucking, do we?”

“Zach!” My eyes widened in disbelief. That wasn’t true! We did not have sex every day, though we might have skipped a day or two in the last two weeks.

Lightning struck once again. Zach’s mouth was on mine, his tongue tracing my lips. Then he sat up on the bed and pulled me with him. He pulled my shirt off me. Then he landed on top of me again. He started a trail of kisses from my neck down to my belly. I knew his intention. He’d done it more than a dozen times before. Zach was so good at it. He’s a pro at eating my pussy and making me scream.

“Zach…” I breathed. “Oh my god, Zach!”

The lightning struck about a dozen times. I didn’t see it. Thunder must have rolled after, but all I could hear was my heart pounding inside my chest and my guttural moans.

He climbed on top of me, spearing me with his hard, thick rod, and he rode me through the intense pleasure I felt between my legs.

The rain poured outside. The storm kept raging on. Inside Zach’s bedroom, we heard not the thunder outside. We were preoccupied with the sound of the metal bed squeaking against the wall, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, and the low moans of pleasure coming from our throats.

I came two times more. In my last descent to orgasmic insanity, Zach joined me. He jumped off the edge of the cliff, swallowing my screams in his mouth as his body rocked intensely against mine.

He stared back at me with eyes dark with primal lust, never going away in spite of his release.

“Remember this, baby girl,” he said. “Every time there’s a storm, every time you hear the sound of thunder, remember, I’m on the other side, thinking of this exact moment. Replaying in my head the way you screamed my name over and over as I pounded your sweet, hot, wet pussy until you came.”

I smiled back at him. Lacking the energy to even speak, I simply nodded.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “When the thunder comes, remember that your big brother is not in pain. He’s in ecstasy… he’s inside you… fucking you… making you scream his name.”

“Zach…” I moaned as I felt his cock twitch inside me, growing bigger, getting harder instead of deflating after his release.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Fuck!” he cursed softly. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were a darker shade of blue. I couldn’t understand until he started thrusting in and out of me again, pumping like a wild man. It took me a moment to realize that he was fucking me again, for the second time tonight, when he hadn’t even pulled out of me from the first round.

“Zach…” I breathed. “Oh my god, are you…?”

He kissed me deeply. Then he leaned his forehead against mine as he sucked in a deep breath. “Yes, baby girl…” he moaned. “I’m fucking you again!”