—Stephanie
“Did you do what I told you to, baby?”
I bite my lip. “Yeah. I did.”
“How was it? He as good as me?”
I laugh and want to toy with him. Derrick was gone a lot longer than he promised me he would be. He knows how I hate when I can’t call him. “Bigger and he lasts longer too.”
Derrick chuckles and shrugs off his cut. “That so?” He flexes his tattooed bicep at me. God, he is so sexy and buff. Justin is only a boy in comparison but if I put the two of them together I would have a perfect man.
“Yeah. It is.” I smirk, and he unzips his jeans. Licking my lips, I enjoy the show as he kicks his jeans off and stumbles over them.
“Guess I better come remind you who the older, bigger, and better brother is.” He pulls my feet down the bed and I can’t stop giggling as his facial hair tickles my thighs.
Derrick reminds me all right. Several times through the night. Tonight though, Justin isn’t hiding in the closet. He’s hiding in his room, being eaten up with guilt. Ashamed of himself thinking he betrayed his brother, but he didn’t. Derrick told me to fuck him. Said he needs to become a man. I didn’t want to at first but the more I thought about it, the more it excited me. I see the way Justin looks at me when he thinks no one can see him, but I see him. He can’t hide from me. He wants what he can’t have.
For a virgin he actually wasn’t bad. He was sweet. So innocent. And now I’ve corrupted him and made him just as bad as me. Like Derrick and me.
“Did you get the stuff?” I rub at my nose at it starts to run.
“Yeah, baby. You got any money for me?”
I nod and reach for the baggie filled with white powder in his hands.
“Damn, slow down girl. You gotta go to school tomorrow. Don’t want your daddy breathing down my neck again.”
“I hate school. Why can’t we just run off to Mexico.” I pout, and he sprinkles a line on his chest for me. It’s snowing on his skin as lean down anticipating the sweet burn that is to come. I snort it quick and all the blood in my body rushes to my head. I fall back on the bed and he spreads my thighs, giving me a kiss.
Does it make me a terrible person as I lay here with Derrick going down on me I can’t stop thinking about Justin. I can’t help but wonder if he knows that I was only using him. I thought Derrick was kidding and that he’d be pissed at me or go kick his brother’s ass, but he was…happy.
It makes me mad, but I keep my mouth shut and enjoy our reunion. I hate it when he leaves for days at a time. I hate being alone. Derrick knows it too. I smirk. If I think about it, he told me to seduce Justin, so I wouldn’t be alone and missing him. He does love me in his own strange way. That’s all I really want. Someone to love me. Someone to take care of me.
Two weeks later
Derrick is on another run and I feel like a terrible person. While he is out trying to make money to support his brother I’m in bed with him. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t stop being with both of them. If I’m being honest, I don’t want to. Justin’s sweet and treats me as though I’m special. He cares about me in a way no one ever has, so why can’t I do what I should and leave him alone?
His lips touch my neck and I roll onto him. “Do you love me, Justin?”
“Why are you asking me that?” His breath is heavy on my skin.
“Because I need to know. How do you feel about me?” I grind on him.
“Yeah, Stephanie, I love you.”
“Good.” I smile and continue teasing him. I keep hoping that Derrick will walk in and get jealous, but it hasn’t happened yet. I’m using Justin, but I am sure he is only using me too.
A loud banging sound raps against the front door. “I know she’s in there, you sick sack of shit.” Oh no, that’s my Daddy.
Justin and I both move quickly. I get in the closet and Justin pulls a pair of shorts on. Fresh red scratches mark his back and chest as he goes to the door.
“Can I help you?” I hear him ask being polite like he is to everyone. Justin is a sweet potato.
“Where’s my daughter?” I hear Daddy snarl.
“I don’t know. I think I saw her in fourth period today.”
“Don’t lie to me, trailer trash. Neither of you have been to school this week. Not one day.” I hear a scuffle and a loud crash. When a motorcycle pulls up, I peek out the window hoping it’s Derrick. It’s not. It’s one of the members of his club.