Knowing You

Chapter Three

Warning: Sexual Content



Taree glanced at the clock hearing a door slam downstairs, it was after ten. It was Friday night, her parents should still be out playing Bingo with their friends. Normally, they’d come in after one or two, always after midnight. Before panicking, letting herself get worked up over a possible intruder, she rationalized the situation. There had been no sound of breaking glass, or a busted door. There was a good chance her parents had just come home early, nothing more.


Wanting to make sure before settling back down to read, the book was placed flat down on the mattress. She hadn’t long gotten out of the shower, slipping into a plain nightgown. Her evening had been spent thinking about her upcoming date. Was it a real date? She still couldn’t fathom why he had bothered to ask her out. Was he just looking for a friend or more? If he wanted more Joey was more than interested, he had to know.


Was it a real date, as in a goodbye kiss? That she could handle, she wasn’t a complete novice. There was no way she’d go all the way on the first date, she had morals. Sure, a lot of the females she knew often gave it up. Staying a virgin until marriage wasn’t what she had in mind. There just hadn’t been anyone she’d wanted to sleep with yet. A spark of curiosity had always been present, she often wondered what it would be like, what girl didn’t. If she only knew his reasons behind offering the invitation, what was his motive?


Creeping into the hallway, she gazed down the stairs, hoping to catch sight of someone. Movement was heard in the kitchen, the thief was raiding the fridge! Some of the fear oozed away hearing swearing, in a voice she knew well.


“Stupid fucking bitch, where did she hide the beer?”


She wasn’t sure which stupid bitch her brother was referring to or what beer, they didn’t keep it in the house. From the clink of glass, it sounded like he did however find the storage of liquor. Mom and Dad liked to share a glass of brandy after dinner, sometimes wine was sipped during the meal. What was he doing here?


Unaware of her presence, he didn’t turn around as she rounded the corner. His back was turned and he was leaning near the sink, pouring the brown liquid into a small glass. Her stomach churned as he tossed it down without bothering to taste it. Not only was he here but from the looks of it, he was wasted to boot. She crossed her arms, not bothering to hide her anger. “What the hell are you doing?”


“Oh it’s you,” he didn’t even turn around. Dante knew who it was, she could leave the same way she’d come in.


“Who else would it be? Does Dad know that you are here raiding his supply?” Of course not, their father would tell his son to go support his own habit. She’d seen Dante drunk on one other occasion, Christmas of last year. She’d sat up watching television as he sat in front of the fireplace getting toasted.


“How the hell should I know?” He didn’t know anything, why had he come here? Right, this was where he felt he could relax and be himself. Something else had drawn him here, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what that something was.


“I think you’ve had enough,” she’d never seen him look this bad before. His hair looked unkept, his shirt was unbuttoned in the front, there were scratches near his neck. Long gashes, fingernails had clawed at him until the skin had been shed. “Did you get into a fight?”


“No,” he knew the claw marks that she was referring to. He’d gotten them earlier during a rough bout of sex with Sheila, then something had happened. What had it been? They didn’t fight often, had they been in an argument? He waved his hand in the air, seeing she was coming towards him with a concerned look. There was no reason for her pity or to act like she gave a damn.


“Let me see it, it needs to be cleaned.”


“Go away, don’t you have anyone else to bother?” He didn’t want her touching him, it unnerved him. It shouldn’t since she was his sibling, it didn’t stop his heart from speeding up as she neared.


“Not until you let me take a look, it could get infected. Lord knows what else she touched tonight, let me clean it. Come on, you need to get cleaned up and go to sleep before someone sees you. Mom will have a fit if she catches you in here,” she disliked him but didn’t like to think that he’d been hurt. He was an ass but he was still her brother, only she was allowed to scratch his eyes out.


He grunted at the hand that suddenly wrapped around his waist. Another swiped the glass from his hand, too quick for him to stop it. What he wanted was to get drunk, drunker, and forget everything. He was well on his way because he couldn’t remember what had driven him to start indulging. The air around him felt hot and sticky, where were they going?


She felt better once they were in his bedroom, he needed to sleep it off. He didn’t argue or protest when she guided him over to the bed. The mattress groaned under him lazily plopping himself onto his back. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”


‘Here?’ His mind was frantically searching for the answer of where he was. He’d listen due to not really having the motivation to move much, he was comfortable. The fan overhead was blowing a cool breeze down, easing some of the heat from his face. He was drunk, there was no doubt about it, he couldn’t think. His tongue came out to stroke his bottom lip, he was thirsty.


“Okay, let me see this.” Taree placed her knee on the edge of the mattress, having to lean over to put her face even with his chest, he’d fallen sideways. There was no sound as she undid another button to expose the red area to be cleaned. His eyes were closed, she assumed he’d passed out right after laying down. With luck he wouldn’t have a hangover or she’d have to listen to it in the morning.


Something cold and damp touched his chest, easing the soreness he was already growing accustomed to. A soft touch ran over the small gashes, the ministration was very tender. He opened his eyes to see the chestnut hair dangling, caressing his bare chest. What was she doing? Fingers moved along with a wayward hand, embedding itself in thick mess, just below her crown.


The touch had her stilling in panic, waiting for the second her hair was yanked. It wouldn’t be the first or second time he’d taken his anger out by pulling on her hair. It’d been years since he’d done so but he was drunk and was liable to do anything at the moment. From here she could smell the alcohol coated breath, a constant reminder that he wasn’t in his right mind.


The strands felt soft and plush, why didn’t she ever let it grow out? He finally noticed that she had stopped what she was doing, the scratch was nothing for her to concern herself with. His fingers tightened as she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. Eyes a mixture of green and grey watched him in confusion, he could see the questions roaming behind the irises.

“Dante?” Speaking his name got a reaction she was unprepared for. His other hand shot up to grasp her shoulder, air escaped her parted mouth as she was spun. The mattress hit her back with an audible thump, leaving her questioning his sanity. There were better ways of telling her to leave him alone. The quick retort lodged in her throat as he placed himself over her, arms holding himself up.


Taree wanted to panic, he’d done a lot of cruel and strange things, never something like this. He wasn’t bitching at her, or hadn’t shoved her off of the bed. The green eyes were holding her immobile, pinning her in the spot. What was he thinking about?


He couldn’t help himself, her lips were parted slightly, eyes wide and filled with many emotions. For now he didn’t feel any anger, which usually came in her presence. Why couldn’t he bring himself to be pissed off that she’d decided to bother him? What had happened to the little girl that used to adore him? He brought his hand up, to let the tips of his fingers caress the dimple that could be seen. Those showed up greatly whenever she smiled or laughed, something she no longer did around him.


Her eyes closed as soon as the fingers landed, she wasn’t sure what to expect. The last time his hand had come this close to her face he’d been in the process of slapping her senseless. Fear made her chest pinch, talking herself down wasn’t helping. He hadn’t been this close to her for a long time, not since the one night they had fought. She could remember it well, it had been her prom night. Her date had been a friend of Joey’s, the guy doing a favor for a friend, no one special. The night had been alright while they were at the dance, it had changed the minute she’d climbed in the car to come home. Her date had decided he wanted payment for his services, she was supposed to lift her skirt for him. Being appalled she’d resisted his advances, resulting in a disheveled appearance. She hadn’t appreciated her brother calling her a few choice names, like a disgusting, pathetic whore, so she had struck first. It had left her broken when he’d returned the favor, with more vigor.


The fingertips didn’t cause any pain this time, they managed to send a shiver down her spine as they roamed near her mouth. She knew she should demand that he get up and let her return to her room. Convincing herself that she was curious as to what he was trying to do, she remained still. It’d been so long since he’d done anything remotely caring towards her, if she were honest she didn’t want it to end.


A tiny gasp led his exploration to a trembling bottom lip, she had a small mouth. Dante ran the tip of his middle finger over it, noticing how soft it was. Temptation led him to lower his own, needing to see just how pliant they were. It was nothing more than a quick brushing, a chaste joining.


‘WHAT?!’ Her mind screamed as the mouth came down again, this time remaining longer. Getting no reaction from her, it moved to the side, abandoning her face. She would have been relieved if he didn’t bury his face in her neck. The tip of his nose nuzzled just below her ear, getting a reaction that would damn her for all eternity. Her body sprang at the touch of those lips touching her throat. It was so wrong, he couldn’t be aware of what he was doing.


The sweet smell of jasmine had him inhaling deeper, she smelt nice. Undeterred by her lack of response, his tongue darted out to taste the creamy flesh. The feeling that something was wrong had him pausing for a mere second, it was dismissed.

“Don’t,” her voice squeaked in protest at the slick moisture trailing up to her ear. Teeth latched onto the lobe, catching her off guard. ‘I got to get out of here, he’s drunk. He probably thinks I’m someone else. Ah, that feels good.’

Her hand came up to rest on his shoulder, stuck between wanting to pull him closer and shove him away. Wet heat surrounded the ear lobe, sucking gently, enough to send awareness through her soul. Arousal wasn’t a stranger to her, there was no mistaking the effect he was causing.


He heard the small moan of pleasure she tried to hide, it caused excitement to swell in his chest. Other parts of his anatomy were more than aware of the warm body beneath it. Leaving it’s current target, his mouth moved quickly to capture hers. This time he felt no resistance, the soft pressure was returned. Growing bolder, his tongue darted forward to press into her mouth.


The kiss was different than the first one, more demanding and hot. Guilt filled her at the initial brush of tongue, it felt too good. The pink muscle was trying to coax hers into playing, she was being an idiot. The persuasion was wonderful enough to have her meeting him half way. She could feel the heat between them, it was causing her to behave reckless. Without much thought of the reasons why, her hand cupped the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.


His mind was blank, all except the need to taste her. His tongue roamed, licking until he was sure he’d tasted every corner. Nothing existed but the creature holding onto him in a firm hold, luring him to get closer. Wanting more, he reached between them to place a hand on the edge of the flimsy material between them. It had risen high up on slim hips, leaving trim legs exposed.


She was so enthralled by being kissed she didn’t notice that the cotton was starting to lift. It wasn’t until a palm came in contact with a bare hip, the scorching sensation left her lightheaded. Fingers were tracing a path up her side, making sure to stall at the waistband of her panties. A blush crept into her cheeks, knowing what was happening. This was wrong, she was horrible for letting it continue, it had to stop.


He applied more pressure with his mouth, feeling her trying to speak. They could talk later, this was something he wanted. Her skin was incredibly warm and smooth, all the way to where her breasts began. No means of a bra confined the firm globes, nothing to prevent the contact. She stiffened slightly, he moaned in her mouth feeling a taut peak harden between his fingers.


It was going too fast, her head fell back in silent denial. His mouth was working it’s way down her throat, kissing and sucking, while his hand cupped and kneaded an aching breast. Each tweak sent tiny spikes of pleasure to her center, begging her to allow it to continue. The dampness spreading between her legs spoke of how much she was enjoying his attention.


Dante could hear the pounding of his heart, he couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. The quick pants she was emitting had him straining in his jeans, his cock was throbbing. It was painful to go this slow when he was finding he wanted nothing more than to thrust himself deep without waiting another second. He lowered himself until the small mound he was holding was within reach of his mouth.


“Oh,” wet heat surrounded her nipple, his tongue circled around the tip. Taree felt lost, she was burning all over, he was killing her. She was berating herself about making him stop but couldn’t find the words to accomplish it. The stirring in her groin was taking over her logical side, he was causing this. Her hand fisted a bunch of hair, his mouth taking to devouring the sensitive peak.


Guilt was trying to push itself into brain, it shouldn’t be there. He couldn’t think of one reason why this couldn’t be taking place. There was no reason to end things, not when they were just getting started. He wanted it and if her reactions were anything to go by, so did she. To assure himself that he wasn’t the only one feeling the need, he kept only his mouth working, trailing his fingers down a flat stomach. The cotton panties were obstructing his advance, why were they still on?


The world around her spun, the touch of his fingers at the side of her underwear was her undoing. She let out a loud gasp of pleasure feeling a digit slide beneath the material. It barely came in contact with the damp folds, stunning her at how far things had gone. The fingertip glided over the wet petals, dipping to push between them. “Oh, please!”


He took it as a sign to go further, to give them both more. She was soaked in desire, the slick moisture preparing her for him. The finger plunged into the tiny opening, sinking deep, sending a wave of lust to his groin. The sheath clung to his finger, hugging the digit tight.


Touching herself didn’t compare to what he was doing to her. Taree shook as the finger started to move vigorously between her folds, building the tension to a new high. She could feel her muscles clamping down, trying to reach that moment. Another finger being forced into her passage had her crying out in merriment. Between the tongue pulling at the invisible strings and the friction had the first wave of release crashing seconds later. It was hard not to whimper loud as the pleasure overwhelmed her.


Impatience had him going for the button holding his pants shut. He groaned as his erection was freed and the denim shoved down past his knees. His feet did the rest of removing them completely, his hands went to work sliding the dark panties pass her knees. He could see that her eyes were closed, her breathing coming in quick bursts. The strange orbs opened to gaze at him as he retook his position over her. This time his knees pushed their way between her thighs, spreading them apart.


She felt fuzzy and warm when his mouth lowered to brush a chaste kiss on her lips. That had felt so wonderful, she was finding it hard to think of anything but the feel of him over her. Her lower section was still throbbing from release, glowing in the aftermath of an orgasm. She almost jumped as something hard and smooth rubbed along the swollen folds.


His name reached him as he brushed over the wet entrance, the tip finding what it sought. Nails dug into his shoulders, that didn’t phase him enough to make him pause. A groan echoed in his chest, the head of his dick pressed forward. White heat erupted in his center, the walls instantly wrapped around him. She was trying to move beneath him, making it impossible to go deeper. Getting aggravated he reached beneath her, grabbing her around the waist in an attempt to cease any movement.


Pain, she hadn’t been expecting that. Sure virgins were supposed to have pain and bleed a bit due to having their hymen torn during the first time. Having gone to the gynecologist had taken care of that small problem, so what the hell was he tearing? It wasn’t a sharp pain, more of an intense invasion that had her fighting back tears. She’d always laughed when a girl stated that a guy had torn her in two. It made a lot of sense now, he had to be stretching her beyond humanly possible.


“So tight,” he shuddered at the pressure surrounding the first few inches. The aftermath of her release wasn’t helping, he had to hold her waist in a firm hold in order to push another inch deeper. The walls didn’t want to give way, trying to keep him from burying himself all the way. He couldn’t remember anything feeling so good, his balls were aching with the need to cum.


She released the pent up air in her lungs as he stopped all motion. A few seconds went by and she tried to relax, letting her body focus on the feel of him being inside. There was no warning before it was sliding out, leaving just the tip in. Another kiss was placed on her mouth, coaxing her into a soft kiss. This was nice, so tender she wasn’t prepared for the motion of him suddenly sliding back in.


This time he went in easier, the walls welcoming him in a painful hug. Knowing the sooner she got accustomed to him, the sooner they could enjoy it. There was no waiting period, the second he went in deeper, he withdrew to repeat the action. The muscles squeezed around him, taking more in with each thrust. The penetration was astounding, so hot and wet, “You feel so good.”


The compliment went straight to her core, stirring the fire that had never died down. The friction was starting to feel different, stroking the trembling walls. She didn’t care if she were being loud, it was too much to handle. Not only was the girth stretching her wide, it was causing pleasure to drown her entire being. Liquid heat pulsed in her veins with each thrust, his hips pumping the thick shaft deeper, using slow and steady strokes.


His control was slipping, the tension was unbearable. Her harsh cries were music to his ears, urging him to hold on longer. The whimper was nonstop, each one mimicking the steady pounding of his hips. Despite how tight she was holding him, he was driving into the wet heat without restraint. A hand entangled in his hair, pulling hard enough to cause pain, urging him to thrust harder.


“Ugh,” she trembled as the tension snapped. The hard feeling of being violated sent her reeling over the edge, her muscles contracting around the steeled flesh. Having him moving as she released caused it to expand, the flames consuming in their intensity. Her own quivering was met by the pulsing along her walls, his release triggered by her own.


Spent, he lowered himself until he was settled next to her side. A deep fog had him feeling sleepy, not to mention sated. Elation had his arms reaching out to pull the warm body closer, wanting to hold her close as he drifted. Strange, he’d never had the urge to cuddle after sex, why was this one any different? The answer wasn’t important, he contented himself knowing she came willingly in his embrace.

The aroma of jasmine and her tickled his senses, making him smile. “Can I keep you?”


Reality was fast approaching, the question had her wanting to bolt out of the door. Common sense had her laying still, debating on the best course of action. Her body was still tingling from the encounter, her mind was quickly catching up. She didn’t dare close her eyes and let herself fall asleep next to him, it wasn’t an option. Minutes later the soft sound of even breathing said he was asleep, having finally passed out.


He merely grunted as she squirmed out of his embrace, to the edge of the bed. Looking at the clock on the night stand, she got to her feet. Finding her clothes was difficult without daring to switch on a brighter light. The one from his bathroom made do, showing her to her discarded garments. Once clothed she looked him over, he wasn’t moving any time soon. What would he think when he woke up?


‘I have the morals of a cat!’ Guilt almost made her stagger at knowing what would happen. He was drunk, his mind having long shut down, incapable of coherent thought. Would he remember what had occurred? No, it wasn’t feasible, he wouldn’t remember it. She wasn’t an idiot, she wouldn’t fool herself into thinking he’d done it knowing it was her. She’d be the last person he’d want to touch that way. So, how to handle it?


If he did recall any of it, let him think it was a bad dream or something. Going for his side, she undid the last two buttons keeping his shirt on. It was hard but he was practically comatose, the shirt was cleared from his arms. The pants were also piled near the bed, giving the impression he’d stripped down to get in bed. Would he be able to tell by the residue? Unsure, she played it safe, she went into the bathroom to fetch a cold rag. It was odd, washing that part of him while he slept.


Even soft and trying to shrink up from the cold rag, it was rather impressive. No wonder it had hurt, especially it being her first time. Said part was smarting from the abuse, it was agreeing completely. That done, her next target was the kitchen, to take care of that proof. The bottle was placed back with the rest, the glass cleaned and restocked. The clock chimed that it was one in the morning, her parents would be home soon. Glancing out in the driveway, showed their car was still missing.


What she needed was a hot shower, so she could severely scold herself. Why had she let it happen? Being overdue for male company wasn’t an excuse, just proved how pathetic she was. There was no noise from his room, he’d sleep the rest of the night. Thankful for the small reprieve she hit the shower, turning the hot water all the way up, hoping to sterilize the deed from her soul.


‘Can I keep you?’ She scoffed at the question now, he probably thought he was in bed with Sheila. There was no excuse for her behavior, she was horrid. How would he feel if he were to remember? The dislike he felt now wouldn’t compare to what he’d feel if he were to find out. She should have stopped him knowing that he wouldn’t want to be with her if he’d been sober. How could she look him in the face after this? Maybe, she should talk to him about it and let whatever will happen, happen. He’d have reason to hate her now but didn’t he deserve the truth?



A/N: Yeah, I know, smut in the third chapter but it goes in with the plot I have planned. It is also in the Sex category so it shouldn't be too shocking. = )
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