• Sunday | February 19th, 2017 | 7:12pm •
"Attention all passengers our flight has now landed. Please take all your garbage and your carry-ons and exit the plane in a calm manner. Thank you for flying with delta and have a nice day!"
I tapped Damien on the shoulder waking him up telling him that we had finally landed. After begging my mom and lying to her that our school was taking us on a trip to tour colleges she finally let me go. That meant that I had to tell India and Dom to cover for me without actually telling them where I was going. I simply told them that I wanted to explore and spend some time alone.
"what time is it?" He groaned as his eyes fluttered open
"seven" I replied getting out of my seat to get my carry-on from up top in the little storage thing
We got off the plane, got our bags, then went to customs and all that other shit. Damien got us a taxi and started to explain the rules to me during the ride.
"so you're nineteen, you're my friend and only that, and we go to the same college" He said pulling me to lay across his lap
"which would be?"
"Hunter...Hunter college" He replied
"so why didn't you ever go to college? I mean I understand the needing money part but you're set now so why not now?" I asked playing with his fingers
"school just isn't for me" He said with a shrug
"oh no, you're not one of those people are you. What the hell you mean school isn't for you? You don't necessarily have to go to four year college, at least two years and get your associates, or even go to trade school"
"I've thought about it but I just haven't had the right motivation yet, plus I'm doing pretty well with the dancing and acting" He said with a smirk
"so what happens when you settle down and children come into the equation, will you still be stripping to feed them?" I asked looking up into his eyes
"I haven't...you are very smart you know that?" He said changing the subject
"nope not that easy, this isn't over" I replied shutting my eyes and taking a nap on his meaty thighs
Halfway through the ride he shook me awake and began whispering to me.
"there's one more thing. my brother, he's a trouble maker and probably will try and hit on you, just don't fall for it and let him manipulate you okay?"
"how old is he?" I asked curiously
"nineteen"
"oh damn, when you said that you had an annoying little brother I picture like ten or eleven" I admitted
"trust me he acts like one, but I still love him he's not that bad. he's the only one I talk to like that in our family, he knows what I'm really doing in new york"
"we're here sir" The taxi driver said parking in front of a very nice house, not mansion or anything but it was really nice
"thank you" He said handing him the money then we got out
As we were pulling out our suitcases from the trunk and middle-aged woman stepped out of the house with the biggest smile stretched across her face. She was pretty hot to be honest, I would assume she's in her thirty's but thats not possible since Damien will soon turn twenty-four.
"¡Mi bebe esta en casa!" She yelled running up to him and pulling him in for a huge hug
"Hey mom, this is Adonis my friend I told you about" He said pointing at me
"Dios mio es tan bonito" She said running up to me and pulling me in a tight hug
"uh...gracias" I said trying to remember the words from my spanish class, the only things I remember is food words honestly
"don't worry she speaks english" I heard a guy say behind me
I turned around to see a fine caramel looking dude. I guess this is Damien's brother and it's no surprise. They looked different but both hot and I can tell they get it from their mother. His brother looked darker and from the picture Damien showed me of his parents, his mother must've been doing something else, or should I say someone else.
"The name's Dillon, but you can call my papí" He said winking at me
"okay?" I said awkwardly
"lil bro whats up" He said to Damien who looked pissed off
"lil bro?" He questioned
"hey I might be your little bro, but I'm bigger in every way" He said with a smirk pointing down to his pants
I couldn't help but let out a laugh, you have to admit it's kinda funny. Damien stared at me in disbelief, even his own mother was cracking up.
"what?" I asked making him shake his head
"so I'm going to chill with the homies, don't wait up on me" Dillon said walking towards a motorcycle
Good looking, funny and rides a bike...interesting
"okay well dinner is almost ready, you boys go get settled down" Mrs Russell said before walking back into the house
"peace" Dillon said before hopping on the motorcycle and speeding off
Damien grabbed his suitcase and motioned for me to follow him as he walked inside. I grabbed my suitcase following behind him into the house, which let me say looked much better than the outside. Just by looking at it I could tell that his parents were wealthy, which makes me question why he does what he does to get money.
I walked behind him up the stairs admiring his little bubble butt that was poking in my face. If it weren't for us being in his parents house I most likely would've grabbed it. We walked down the hall until he made a stop at one of the doors then opened it walking in. The room looked like it belonged to a sixteen year old boy with clothes all over the place, sports and half naked women posters covering the walls, and blue everywhere.
"this was my old room, you'll be sleeping here. I thought you would be more comfortable here than on the couch" He said with a chuckle
"and where will you sleep?" I asked
"in Dillon's room so that we don't raise any suspicion"
He turned around and left leaving me in the room by myself. I looked around my at surroundings before placing the suitcase on his bed then left the room. I walked downstairs admiring the pictures on the walls of Damien and Dillon when they were younger, all I can say is puberty definitely blessed them because...they weren't the best looking unfortunately.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Mrs Russell setting up the dining table with plates and forks.
"do you need any help?" I asked trying to be nice
"no thank you, I'm almost done" She said with a smile "so Adonis, how old are you?"
"se-nineteen" I said quickly catching myself
"oh same age as Dillon" She chuckled "and where are you from?"
"my mom is black and west indian, my dad was just black"
"I couldn't help but notice that you said was, does that mean he's..."
"dead? yes" I said cutting her off
"I'm sorry for your loss" She said looking sincere
"it's okay, I barely knew him since he passed when I was one" I replied taking a seat at the table
"I hope my mom isn't interrogating you" I heard Damien say from behind me
"Chico esta es mi casa, puedo pedir lo que quiera" She said smacking him on the back of his head making me laugh
Damien once again glared at me as he rubbed the part that she had hit. He took a seat next to me then placed his hand on my thigh slowly moving it up.
"so mom where's dad?" He asked trying to hide the fact that he was now playing with my zipper
"he's at work, he should be on his way anytime now" She said setting a basket of bread on the table totally oblivious to what her son was doing under it
Damien finally got my zipper down before shoving his hand in my pants then in my boxers making me let out a soft moan.
"what's that Adonis?" She asked looking at me waiting for a response
"n-nothing..." I said trying to keep my breathing at a normal pace as this man stroked me in my pants
Mrs Russell looked at me confused then went back to setting the table with food while Damien had a smirk on his face teasing the shit out of me as his thumb glided over my tip.
"mmmmm" I groaned biting my bottom lip
"are you okay?" She once again asked looking curious
"me? oh yeah...I'm...FINE" I said shifting in my seat as Damien hand started to go down to my hole
"well, I guess we should dig in" She said taking a seat in the chair across from us
Damien slowly pulled his hands out of my pants and brought his fingers to his lips, licking off my juices. I was feeling so shamed doing this in front of his mother while she had no clue about what was going on.
"so how's school going?" She asked starting to fill her plate with food
"great, classes are getting difficult but what can you expect" He said with a smile making it so believable
"what's your major Adonis?" She asked looking up at me
"uh law enforcement...I want to join the FBI" I said honestly
"cool, you should talk to Damien's father then, he's in the CIA but I'm pretty sure theres a few tips he can give you" She said using her knife and fork to cut up her chicken which made me look stupid for picking it up with my hands and biting it
"anyways there's something I need to ask you Damien" She said setting her eating utensils down and looking up at him
"and that is?" He asked
"your brother, he's gotten into some trouble at school. They're kicking him out without a refund. I was hoping he could come stay with you, enroll in Hunter so you can keep an eye on him"
I could see Damien's whole mood change as his mother said the last part. He quickly shook his head in a disagreeing way
"no, he's not my child to raise" He said angrily
"please, you know he'll listen to you. after all he barely listens to me, he thinks of me as a step-mother so he thinks he doesn't have to follow my rules" She said almost in a pleading way
"what did he do?" Damien asked
"where do I even start? His grades, terrible. He was caught with alcohol in his dorm. Him and his buddies found it funny to threaten a professor with a knife. He stalked and beat that same professor. He's cheated on tests, plagiarized on essays, shall I continue?"
Hearing all this stuff stunned me, how could someone be so...bad. Worst of all it was kinda turning me on.
"and dad, what did he say about all of this?" He said shaking his head in disbelief
"he doesn't know, they called me and you know your fathers heart condition, I don't want to give him a heart attack by telling him" She said with a saddened look
"I'll talk to him, Dillon. but I can't promise you that he's coming back with me, I can't have him disturbing my studies" He said before getting up and leaving the kitchen
I was left with Mrs Russell, eating in complete silence. Afterwards I volunteered to clean up the dishes and after minutes of arguing she finally let me, giving me a genuine thanks then walked off.
After finishing the dishes I went upstairs to Damien's room to get ready for bed. I was fucking exhausted from the plane ride and I feel like jet lag is finally catching up to me. I opened my suitcase and grabbed my towel, a fresh pair of boxers and my toothbrush. I walked out into the hall and looked for the bathroom to take a shower.
Opening the wrong doors for three minutes, I finally found the humongous bathroom that could pass off as a bedroom itself. I stripped out of my clothes then got in the shower opening the hot water on max. For some reason if the water isn't piping hot I can't shower. India used to joke that I must be from hell being able to shower in that kind of heat.
Once I was done showering and brushing my teeth I walked out of the bathroom only to bump into Damien.
"watch where you're going nerd" He joked
"oh shut up" I chuckled walking past him going into his bedroom
I changed my clothes then texted my mom telling her that we had arrived to the first college and that I was safe. I got into bed then closed my eyes, soon feeling a pair of lips kissing my forehead before I dozed off into deep sleep.
My stomach started to growl and my eyes fluttered open to the dark room. I could barely see anything besides the little line of light shining from under the door and the red light coming from the alarm clock next to me saying that it was 4:43am.
I slowly got up and pulled on my pajama pants, walking out the door and downstairs. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen and when I walked in Dillon was standing there making himself a sandwich.
"you want one?" He asked as soon as he noticed me
I slowly nodded my head as I took a seat at the kitchen island watching him prepare two sandwiches now.
"did you just get in?" I asked remembering what time it was and the fact that he was fully clothes in the same clothes from yesterday
"what are you my mom?" He asked with a chuckle
I didn't respond just kept watching him make the sandwiches. When he was finally done he put the ingredients back then came around to the island handing me my sandwich. We both ate in silence until he finally spoke up.
"so you and my brother fucking or?" He asked seriously
I almost chocked on my sandwich once I heard him ask that question
"the fuck? no" I said trying to play it off
"mhmm" He said with a smirk as if he already knew
"I'm serious" Someone hand me an Oscar because I have never committed to an act like this
"oh yeah?" He said putting down his sandwich and coming closer to me "if you and my brother are nothing, then kiss me"
He was now only a inch away from me, hovering over me as our chests almost touched and our breathing synced.
"I-I don't go that way" I replied turning to look the other way to avoid his delicious pink plump lips that were right in my face
"liar, see I knew you were fucking my bro-" before he could finish his sentence I pulled him down smashing my lips right onto his
This must've been what Damien meant when he said his brother would try to hit on me. I knew this was wrong but technically Damien and I aren't together.
Dillon wrapped his hands around my waist tightly pulling me closer if possible. He definitely was a good kisser I can give him that. I let out a soft moan into his mouth causing him to slip his hands under my thighs and lifting me up onto the island. Obviously someone is much stronger than he looks because I'm a good 142lbs.
"so sweet" He groaned as he pulled away and started to kiss on my neck
I was in such a state of passion and pleasure that I had totally forgot about Damien...but only for a minute.
"wait" I said pushing his away
"it's aight, I know" He said with a smile
"so if you knew why would you still kiss me?" I asked kind of pissed off now
"I see you're into bikes, wanna go for a spin?" He asked changing the subject
I know I shouldn't trust him but I really wanted to get on that motorcycle from the moment I laid eyes on it. I nodded my head in excitement like a little child who had just been promised ice cream.
"let me go get my jacket" I said hopping off the island about to run upstairs when he grabbed my arm
"take mine, you'll make too much noise" He said pulling off his bomber jacket and handing it to me
I grabbed the jacket from him and wore it, then went to the front door picking up my sneakers I had left there from earlier. We walked outside to his bike getting on it with me behind him, arms wrapped around his torso.
"here take this, can't have my brother killing me if I hurt his babyboy" He said handing me a helmet
I let go of him with one arm to put it on then clung back to him like a koala to a tree. He pulls off slowly so that it doesn't make too much noise but once we're far enough from the house he speeds up all the way.
"woohoo" I screamed as the wind rushed past us
We were driving extremely fast past cars, for a moment I felt like I was in one of the Fast & Furious movies. I can't explain to you the feeling of being able to move this fast and watch everything around you look like a blur. Dillon got onto the highway and from there he was going pretty much 200mph.
"pretty cool huh?" He yelled over the wind
I just nodded my head as I watched everything move past us. We were really going fast and it was kind of scaring me now, what if we crash or something?
"you...should slow...down" I yelled
"don't worry" He said speeding up a bit
I clung tighter to him and was now praying for my life. It felt amazing yet scary at the same time. Maybe I'm just overreacting, he looks like he's pretty good with this. He was now doing tricks and driving past car after car.
"this is...sick!" I yelled
"watch this" He said before cranking the speed up more then driving right in between several cars
He took one hand of the handle to go in his pocket and pull out a cigarette
"seriously? you just became...ten times less attractive"
He just chuckled then took his other hand off the handle to go into his other pocket. So right now we were riding this motorcycle without any steering. He lit the cigarette, putting away the lighter and about to grab the handles when the bike started to move onto the other side where a truck was coming right at us.
"WATCH OU-"
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To Be Continued...