Page 11 of Borrowed
I t sounded like rain in a hollow place, like the house under the floorboards where Toby and I used to play.
Leo was sleeping funny. His neck bent like the dolls I broke by accident. He looked peaceful.
Except for his eyes.
They were open.
Staring.
Not at me.
Not at anything.
I wanted to close them, but my fingers shook.
Toby stood behind me now. I felt him more than I saw him. He didn’t speak right away.
Just watched.
Like he always did.
Like the shadows followed his orders.
Like the butterflies.
“You’re shaking,” he said.
I nodded. Or maybe I didn’t. I couldn’t tell anymore.
“He liked you watching,” Toby whispered. “Didn’t you see that? He was so fucking hard for us.” His laugh was soft. “I love our play toys.”
I looked at Leo. His mouth was open a little like he was about to say my name.
I wondered if he ever would have.
“I didn’t touch him,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“No,” Toby said, lips brushing my ear. “But you wanted to.”
My hands.
My thighs.
Everything was buzzing like bees in my veins.
I didn’t know where to put the feeling.
I pressed my palms together like I was saying a prayer.
Toby pulled them apart.
“Don’t pretend with me,” Toby said. “Not here. Not with him, still warm. So ready for you to take him. You wanted him. Say it, Tabitha. Tell him how much you want him now.”
I bit my lip. My skin burned.
“I want you,” I whispered to him. His eyes looked past me.
Toby stepped back. “Then take it. Claim him. Show me. Right here. Play with him.”
Show…him…
Leo was sleeping.
So I knelt.
And let the water hit my face.
Leo was sleeping like Mila. I shouldn’t wake him up…
But I did it anyway. I showed Toby what my body wanted.
Leo’s body was lying on the ground, his dick getting harder and straighter as the water poured down onto us.
Toby moaned alongside me when I pushed my wet entrance onto Leo’s thickness.
Toby was right. I liked to play. I wanted Leo.
Like Mila.
Forever.
“Rock back and forth, baby. Just like that. Mmm, you look so pretty when you take a man’s soul.”
I whimpered, rocking forward to press my clit onto Leo’s tough stomach. This felt too good. He wasn’t loud like Mila.
Just hard and wanting.
“That’s it. Keep going, let that little cunt come for me.”
I was so hot, so full, painfully aware of my skin. Like the water beating down on my body was razors. I liked to cut. I liked to bleed.
Toby made me bleed for him.
“Toby…I’m going to?—”
“Yes.” My brother was practically vibrating. His voice was shaking, pure yet dark.
Like a cookie.
I was hungry. I wanted to come.
“Please let me come…please!”
Toby laughed, stroking my hair and pushing me harder onto Leo’s thick dick.
Ouch.
It tickled my belly.
“Mmm. Yes, Sister. Come for me. Break for me.”
My orgasm felt like a water gun, sharper than the power of the water, and all other noise drowned into the background of my heartbeat.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Toby was close to me. Holding me into his chest. And smiling down at Leo’s open eyes.
“I knew you could do it. I knew you could obey me.”
He reached down into Leo’s mouth, twisting and grunting with razed frustration.
But then he pulled hard and presented his hand to me.
I stared at it. Wondering what Leo’s cock tasted like.
“Open wide, Sister. I have a gift. A piece of Leo before they take him away from us like Mila.”
I tilted my head, watching Toby’s hand.
I liked presents.
Toby hooked his finger into my mouth like a fish and opened it all the way. A sharp, small thing rested on my tongue, and I gagged.
“Swallow, Tabby. Keep him forever. Keep me forever.”
Struggling for a minute, I choked down the scratchy object. Feeling my throat get warmer where the burn lingered.
I smiled at Toby, and he kissed my lips, red rain falling down from my mouth onto Leo’s face.
“Goodnight, Leo,” I said softly, watching the rain swirl around and around the drain.