2 comments/ 18048 views/ 7 favorites A Mere Figment By: attics Summary: Amy has just returned home from her first year in college. She has a dream about her college crush. It's too realistic... because it's real. Only it's not him. A/N: Hope you all enjoy this little plot bunny. xxx Unable to fall asleep in her stuffy bedroom, Amy sighed in exasperation. Having just returned home after her first year of college, she was bone-tired from the long airplane ride from California. Still, she just couldn't fall asleep, not even in her pitch-black room. Her mind was buzzing with the persistent chaos of finals, all the numbers, formulas, and facts blazing through her brain like a herd of wild horses. Plus, it didn't help that she could not stand the humidity seeping into her bedroom and the loud whirl of the overhead fan. Maybe counting sheep would do her good, or watching a movie. But unfortunately for her, her laptop was dead. It had done its faithful duty, letting her finish off her important 12-page essay before its death. She closed her eyes and tried to envision Henry, her lab partner, her first real crush. He was kind, thoughtful, handsome, and rather shy. Which was why she had been attracted to him in the first place. It had been a slow-burning one-sided love. Her feelings had just crept up, and one day, BANG! She was staring at him with a new pair of lenses. Despite his devilish good looks, he never used them to his advantage in getting female attention or acting all-around superior to his peers. He had never even had a girlfriend! However, she wished she'd had the courage to flirt, to test his reaction to her womanly charms, if she had any, which she doubted but no less, wished for. But when he had kissed her, in their final class period together, she had been too flabbergasted to respond. She didn't know whether to pinch herself hard, or slap him for not doing so earlier. She was really just too inexperienced, too stupid. And then it was too late. He left before she could get a word in, or a stutter, in her case. It was only now, laying awake in her stifling bed, the realization dawned on her that she would have to wait a whole 3 months to find the answer. But looking at the bright side, there was hope, right? In her usually chaste mind, she conjured up the striking image of Henry with his pale blue eyes, as he meticulously measured the right amount of ingredients before adding it to the flask. A thinking woman's sex god. She could really just sit there all day and watch his agile hands work their magic. Just as she imagined him absentmindedly twirling a pencil on the pads of his thumb and index finger, like he always did as they waited for the chemical reaction, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." The door opened a creak. But he didn't move any closer. "Come in. I don't bite." The dark silhouette cautiously moved toward her bed, careful not to bump into anything, and sat at the other end of her bed, facing her. "My room's been given away for the time being. That's what happens when you go to college for a long time. Random people move in. Can I sleep beside you?" "Forgotten by your own family, how could I reject you?" Her teasing tone belied her true apprehension. None of her dreams of him had ever been so lucid. This was all too real. His voice was as clear as a bell. She could hear his bare feet pad across the hardwood floors. She felt the other side of her bed dip slightly as he joined her. She didn't want this dream to end. In all her exhaustion, she had invoked her deepest desires. The bed was quite small and only able to fit one and a half average sized adults, but he didn't move any closer. He was most likely in a very uncomfortable position, hanging on the edge of the bed. She thanked him silently for giving her time to adjust to this new sensation of having a man in her bed. She hadn't slept beside someone since she was a twelve year old girl at a slumber party. Her dream Henry was thoughtful too. "You can move closer." She whispered timidly. The bed creaked before she felt his arm on top of hers. She felt his hand grasp hers as he laced his fingers with hers. His firm bicep touched her breast. She smiled. What she wouldn't do to have him hold her tonight... More blush-worthy deviant thoughts filled her mind, but realizing that this was nothing but a dream, she decided to be more assertive. There was nothing to lose. She took his arm, lifted her head, and placed his arm down on her pillow before settling her head in the crook of his arm. Feeling him slightly pull back, she asked, "Is something the matter?" This was her dream. Why was he being nervous? "Um, I have something to tell you." Well, so do I. I've been harboring feelings for you for several months now... "Alright. Tell me. Please." I want to understand the extent of your feelings. I don't want to make a fool of myself. Even if it is just a dream. "I - don't - think - I... can." He enunciated each word slowly, as though there was something lodged in his throat preventing him. "Tell me." She insisted. "I like you. I've liked you for sometime now." His voice was a barely above a rasp when he spilled out the words so fast. "I like you too," she said without hesitation, turning her body on her side to face him. This was her dream, out with her unrequited feelings! She couldn't see his face, but she could feel the warmth of his breath spreading across her skin like a morning fog in autumn. It made her lips tilt into a satisfied smile. In a fluid motion, he was above her. She was far too physically aware of him now, an overwhelming need washing over her. She imagined his pale unfathomable eyes looking deeply into her. She couldn't see him, but she could feel every inch of him alongside her very sensitized body. She throbbed for him. He kissed her, probed her cavernous mouth with his expert tongue. She was rather shocked that she felt the prickly sensation of his stubble. She was sure he had never had it before. But this was the new and improved dream Henry. Maybe it was an intrinsic dark desire to have a man with a five o'clock shadow. Feeling bold, her tongue darted out to meet his in haste. When he finally released her mouth, she was breathless. His soft lips moved below her ear, to nip at the responsive skin, like he knew her well, knew what made her go over the edge. Before she could get used to the ticklish feeling, he was leaning off to the side and pulling the hem of her shirt up. She lifted her arms so he could remove the shirt, and in response, she tugged at his shirt. He removed his shirt swiftly. Next, Amy heard the rustle of him removing his boxers. With a dexterous flick of his fingers, he unclasped her bra and slid the straps down her arms. His gaze dropped to admire her breasts despite the darkness. "God, how much I've wanted to feel these." His hands carefully cupped her, and squeezed gently. Then, he tweaked her hardened nipples. She couldn't help but feel flush and dizzy, but luckily the darkness covered the first aspect. His lips latched onto her nipple and his tongue swirled around the receptive skin. To her shame, she involuntarily arched her back - the pressure too sharp - meeting his body with her own when he began to suck the tender flesh. She had never been so aware of her body before. His mouth left her nipple and moved back up to her mouth. "Slow down there. You want this to last, don't you? If you do that again, I won't be able to. Keep as still as you can. Let me do this." His hands skimmed the smooth expanse of her skin before resting on the boundary of her underwear. He pulled the waist band as far as he could before letting go, letting it slap against her hip bone. His fingers dragged her underwear down her thighs, past her ankles before casting them into the general direction of the window. She could feel the throbbing within her growing more demanding. She could feel her wetness. But she wasn't about to show how desperate she was. She needed to contain it, suppress it. She crossed her legs tightly. "Hey, hey what are you doing?" He murmured. He parted her legs and pushed his middle finger shallowly into her without warning. At first the foreign sensation was uncomfortable, but his slow in and out movement eased her, until his whole finger was within her. "You're wet." He growled as he grazed his thumb against her nub. She jumped away for a second, the intrusion all too intense. It was the first time anyone had touched her so intimately. He realized that she was too sensitive to touch directly, so he moved his thumb to the skin around her clit. As the feeling between her legs grew, she urged him on, his intrepid middle finger inside her feeling the slick walls of her inside, his thumb caressing the rigid nub, by moving her hips to create more friction before it was all too much. Her soft moans filled the room. As she felt her core about to erupt, she pressed her hand against his shoulder to push him away, "Move." "Doesn't it feel good?" "It does, but I don't want to—" "What?" Too ashamed to speak, she just lay quiet, feeling the intense feelings ebb. "What?" He repeated. "Pee." He laughed. She burned. About to turn away in humiliation, he pulled her back roughly. Now he was spooning her, his front pressed into her back. She felt something below twitch. He nibbled at her ear and whispered. "It's not pee. It's an orgasm. Just let go." He reached to her front to continue his ministrations. Unabashedly, she ground against his fingers until the feeling returned, full-force. She writhed on his fingers. "Ah, I'm coming!" "Yes, that's right, just let it go." Hurriedly, she began to jerk her body until she finally felt release, the point of no return, her moans coming out just as relentless. Her leg trembled in the aftermath. "Shhh, you don't want anyone to hear." He reminded her. After she regained consciousness, she felt him digging into her backside. He massaged her breasts while her breathing returned normal. He shifted his position so that he was hovering above her again. He spread her legs wider for him. Knowing she was wet, and completely lubricated and ready for him, he held his cock at her dripping entrance. But before continuing, he said huskily, "No." She looked up in shock. He didn't want this? He left the bed and picked up his boxers. Putting them on, he left the room, not even closing the door. She felt used, damp and uncomfortable. Awful. Like she had done something wrong, and that he didn't want her. Even a dream Henry didn't want her. How would anyone want her? She lifted herself from her bed and went into the adjacent bathroom. Not bothering to lock the door, she melted down to the tiled floor and cowered, wrapping her arms around her bent legs as close to her body as possibly. She didn't care that the tile was ice cold. Just then, she saw him in the door frame. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. "You don't want me." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "You left." "Yeah, I left to get a condom." "Why do you need a condom?" This was a dream. Dreams didn't have any consequences. Dreams were fantasies. "You took health, I'm sure you know." He scoffed, stunned by her juvenile question. Too distressed to oppose, she remained on the ground. He came to her and bent down. "If you don't get up right now, I'm going to take you right here. Make no doubt; I will take you anywhere I can get you." She rose to her feet and leaned back against the counter, waiting. "You serious?" He asked, incredulous. He picked her up easily and set her down on the counter. His hands moved to her buttocks and pushed her as close to the edge without falling off, barricading her with his body. He carefully lifted her thighs to angle her entrance. Then she felt the painful sensation of him pushing into her. She winced, holding her eyes closed, biting her lip to counter to pain. Once he was deep in her, past the barrier, he growled in annoyance, "Why didn't you tell me?" She could feel him ready to pull out, despite how hard he was. "Please." He didn't say anything more. He responded by allowing her to adjust to his girth before plunging back deeply. As he began to slide in and out slowly, she felt lightheaded and felt it fall back, but before she could hit the mirror, she felt the soft cushion of his palm break her crash. He moaned against her ear, "You're so tight. I can't hold out." He thrust into her desperately, like he had been deprived for a long time. Which he was, considering her dream Henry was supposed to be a virgin as well, but he was much better than some fumbling first timer. But of course, he was perfect. He was a dream. His thrusts became rougher, faster and she leaned into him, to be as close to him as possible. She heard his moans, felt his hand digging into her buttocks as he pulled her close, to match every thrust. She held onto him dearly, her mouth against his neck to stifle her moans. To keep quiet like he wanted. On one particular thrust, it reached so deep, that she bit him. He hissed in pain and she was ready to apologize, but he met her open mouth with a lustful kiss. If she was in reality, she would have been more apprehensive, given that this was her first time. But it was a dream. No worry. Just fantasy. The pain never completely faded, but she assumed it was because it was her first time. But she did feel fullness, a completeness to her being. The sensation was maddening, making her mind complete blank. She only felt. "I'm sorry," he muttered in a strangled tone into her hair as his thrusts became increasingly forceful, so deep. She could feel him losing control; the arms holding her against him began to shake. The sounds of their bodies joining became a desperate cacophony. His legs were shuddering every time he sheathed himself within her soaking core, and it made her feel so alive, so powerful. It was her body make he tremble. They were feeding each other. He made a stifled sound before she felt him still within her. Afterwards, they were both still. Still inside her, he carried her back to the bed and set her down. He brushed her hair away from her face, as though he could see how disordered she had become after their passionate adventure. He lay down beside her. Even though this was a one night stand, she was glad that at least it didn't feel like that. He was breathing evenly beside her, the feel of his body comforting. She dressed herself, as she was accustomed to. She was completely sated and alas, sleep claimed her. xxx Early next morning, Amy woke to the sound of the water sprinkler. Her clock read 7:00. Her biological clock was still in tune to her school schedule, but she hoped after resting up a bit this week before her internship, she'd be refreshed as ever and ready to work. Remembering her rather vivid dream last night, she snuggled under her quilt blanket, reminiscing. As she wiggled backward, she was met with resistance. Something hard and a grunt. She reached backward to remove it, but felt someone's naked chest. Her hand jumped away as she though she had been electric shocked. Troubled, she turned, taking the quilt with her. "No fair." He said thickly. Amy flinched at the gruff sound of his voice. No, this wasn't happening. She blinked. She pinched herself. She stared back at him. Her eyes widen with disbelief and a touch of horror, as she pushed the quilt to him and moved to the edge of the bed. It felt like her heart was in her throat, and ready to tear through the skin and land on the floor, thumping in despair. This was not happening. This did not happen. A pair of eyes flickered open, blinking several times to adjust to the light. "Good morning sleepyhead." "What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to hide the accusatory tone. "I'm sleeping." "That's not what I mean. I thought you were in Boston, I mean, mom told me that you weren't planning on coming home this summer because you're doing research with your professor and I --" "What are you babbling on about?" He asked with a widening smirk. "Come back to sleep." He reached for her waist to pull her back under the covers, but she brushed him off. Forcing herself to sound unaffected, she inquired, "Did you- we do anything last night." He stared at her in disbelief, like she had just spit up a toad. "After the things we did last night, the things we shared, now you talk to me like I'm some stranger." Now he sounded slightly annoyed, but there was still that playful glean in his brown eyes. He continued, "You're joking. Need me to remind you." The suggestive way he eyed her made her feel self-conscious. Needing something to distract herself, to reason it out with her resources, she moved back, avoiding her gaze. Only to realize that she was wearing nothing up a near-transparent white T-shirt and a pair of inside-out underwear. Then she remembered, she had bit him. There would be a mark. To her great dismay, indeed there was small red mark on the left side of his neck. This was all too surreal; everything around her was spiraling out of control, like the conclusion of a high-speed chase. Seeing her distress, he said carefully, "What's wrong?" "I don't remember what happened." "Oh." His voice sounded fallen. "I mean, I do remember, everything. It' just- I-I thought you were someone else." Without any delay, he closed the distance between them. He pulled her up to her feet and pressed her against the corner of the wall. "What the hell did you just say?" He hissed. "I don't know what happened." Tears were threatening to spill because of her overdue exhaustion and confusion, but she held them back by squeezing her eyes shut. He pressed his groin against her stomach. "Do you feel that? Do you remember now?" "I don't want to—" "Stop! Don't tell me you don't remember that your told me you liked me! I wouldn't have pushed it if you hadn't told me that? God, you don't know how long I've been tormented with the thoughts of sleeping with you, to see your naked body, to feel you against me, beneath me, moving with me. Who the fuck did you think would be in the house at night for god's sake? My father? Don't tell me you're some sick freak—" "Stop. I did not think that." "Then what?" She explained her dream. xxx "I'm sorry. I never meant for that to happen. I meant to live without acting on my feelings for the rest of my life, but then you asked me..." His voice was weak, devoid of the previous aggression. "Your voice was so sweet. And feeling you next to me like that, so soft, I couldn't help myself. I would never do anything to compromise our relationship, and-and if you don't want to mention it again, I won't. I promise. I just... it's been a long time coming for me." "What do you mean? Don't you hate me?" "It's different. It's not what you think." "S-sex doesn't change anything between us. We're still sib-siblings." "We're not. And I won't ever accept you as my sister." "This won't happen again." She whispered. She didn't have the energy to push him away. She was absolutely drained from this challenging exchange. "It was purely physical." She didn't look at him to confirm that he understood. She just hoped he did. Because if he couldn't do it, neither could she. She had been so weak last night. It was so wrong, to sleep with your stepbrother. Albeit only knowing each other for two years before going off he went off to college. During that time they barely spoke to each other, despite attending to same school. He had been two years ahead of her, a basketball star. It had been a mostly hateful relationship because he thought her mom was a gold-digger and that she was the goody-two-shoes angelic daughter. A Mere Figment Ch. 02 Summary: Despite having misgivings about her first time with Aiden, the bane of her high school existence and her stepbrother of three estranged years, Amy can't control her newfound lust. A/N: Thanks for your support! Welcome to part 2 of the story. Please enjoy! xxx "Do you know why I hated you so much? Because I couldn't have you, not after you became my goddamn sister! It was just so wrong, and I couldn't forgive your mom, for meeting my dad. That's why I never wanted to be around you. That's why I avoided coming home for the past two summers. Because I couldn't stand to see the sight of you, prancing right in front of me, and being unable to do anything about it! I tried, okay?! You don't know how hard I tried to move on! I tried to fill the void with other girls. I fucked nearly every girl on the dance team! But it felt so wrong because it wasn't you. I didn't want anyone else but you. And when I went to college, I thought that somehow things would just work themselves out. I'd get over you. Move on. And it all seemed to work. I was doing fine. I dated a nice girl for several months. And-and when you just invited me in last night, I couldn't resist... even if it was just one time. One mistake. Because nothing else was enough for me. You were always in the back of my mind. And even if just once... I could be a mistake, I didn't care. I just wanted something to remember. Then maybe I could get you out of my mind." he trailed off, his voice quiet. "And what do you think of me now, Amy?" His voice soft as a stroke of a paintbrush across a canvas. Still unable to process what had happened, she just stared back at him, his heaving torso the only part of him that gave away his emotional upheaval. She continued to keep her passive facade even though her insides were working like frazzled clock gears. When she didn't respond, he continued, "You think I'm some fucked up selfish bastard?" He paused to look back at her, trying to keep calm. Amy stayed silent, too stunned to speak. Painfully, he said, "I'll keep it to myself. You'll never hear of it again." But inside, he knew it was far from over. He had a taste of heaven, his deepest desire buried in the darkest chasm of his heart come to life. It only ignited his burning desire. It wasn't an end; it only magnified what he felt for her. It had been perfect. He had been her first. And she wouldn't forget that. xxx It was because of the truth of what she felt that she didn't say anything. Last night had been... perfect. It had been everything she envisioned her first time to be, passionate, the balance of gentle and rough, despite not climaxing simultaneously with him. Her body had been like a piano, fine tuned by his hands, sounds she had never made before, she had all but cried out his name aloud for goodness sake! And now she was at a loss. She had felt elated, so fulfilled by the dream, but now her brain was splintering into a thousand shards because it was real. And it wasn't him. Did that really matter though? If she could feel such ecstasy with him, did that mean something? Maybe it just meant she was a sick, twisted freak. He was now pacing in front of the window. "Do you really feel something for me, or is it just some taboo thing you wanted?" She stated softly. "I had these feelings before our parents even knew each other!" He seethed, his frustration rolling in waves toward her. Feeling like something was squeezing her brain so tightly she couldn't think, she went to her unopened suitcase and began to unpack her clothes. At least it was something to do to help her gain control of her hammering heart. She shot him and her rumpled bed a weary glance every now and then. He looked back at her back, unreadable. Reaching for a crate on the topmost shelf, she was hoisted up into strong arms and brought to the bed where he sat against the headboard, pulling her with him so that she couldn't help but lean intimately against his chest. The persistent pounding of his chest behind her only served to perpetuate this not-meant-to-be-thing between them. It had just been a night spark. She had completely lost herself in it. But now she was snapped back to cold reality. She struggled to move away, but his arms were tight across her waist, holding her close. His mouth moved to the sensitive spot on her neck he had remembered from last night, and kissed the skin fervently, like he somehow wanted to make her agree with him, stay because of her feeling, bring her need out. He knew it was there, dormant. Because last night, he had felt it, bucking against him. She needed it just as much as him, despite what she was trying to tell herself. When he stopped, she could feel the trace of his lips curve into a smirk. She felt her face heat, but knew he could not see. As she nudged him off her, she noticed her dresser and mirror right in front of her. He was looking at her. Oh great. "Blushing I see." "Am not," she retorted bitterly. Her arms crossed over her chest like a petulant child's, a pouty expression forming on her face as well. "So you felt something too." He whispered darkly, his satisfied smirk remaining. His hands moved beneath her shirt to the underside of her breasts, and caressed them. He pushed the soft globes together before taking one nipple between his fingers and pinching it hard. "Ow!" She said harshly, frowning at his aggressive unfamiliar touch. Fidgeting, but unable to get out of his grasp, she reached for her blanket to cover her self, to hide her humiliation, but he quickly pushed it away. "I want to see you." He grumbled into her hair. As one hand continued to assail her tingling breasts, another dropped to the hemline of her underwear. He dragged a finger across the waistband teasingly before cupping her arousal. She hoped he couldn't feel her wetness, her shame. What she had so desperately craved last night returned full force. She tightened her grip on the bed sheet, as he pushed her panty to one side to expose her aching pussy. He teased the area with gentle touches as his lips traced the outline of her jaw. She became less stiff and let her head fall back against his shoulder. Just for a moment. She told herself. She was supposed to be pushing him away, but she couldn't. She told herself it was to test whether her body would react in the same way it had in the dark yesterday. It did. Yet again, she felt like she was in a miasmic lust-induced spell even though she knew fully well who was doing this to her, giving her the exquisite pain, making her moan with need, writhing to his touch. Before his hand moved away from her pulsing ache, before she was about to take his hand and forcefully put it where she needed it the most, he moved his hand away. Like that, Amy was left with confusion. She let her head fall to the side so that he couldn't see her expression in the mirror. Feeling mortified, she didn't want him to see her. How badly she needed this. He said hoarsely in her ear, "Tell me." She wanted it, it felt good, but she didn't want to encourage him. She didn't want to initiate something she was going to regret. Why couldn't he just take this at face value? Just take what he wanted, get it over with? Get it out of his system? Use her and dump her? Why did there need to be words, why logic? Why couldn't it be just a frantic meeting of two bodies, like last night? In this moment's hesitation and uncertainty, she rose from the bed and headed for the door, but he reacted quickly, catching her, tightening his grip on her arm. "You're not going anywhere. I'm tired of you not admitting what you want, but I'm not letting you go. Not until you tell me what is happening between us." She struggled against him, still averting her eyes from his piercing gaze. "Why are you acting like you didn't want this?" He said heavily, his voice sounding vulnerable. She shook her head, as if to shake off the facts and her lion's pelt. Because inside, she was quaking like a scared sheep. She couldn't keep this up. She was either going to give in, or run. The latter of which she could not do with the present physical restraints. His hand slide down to rest on her hipbone before moving down to cup her arousal. Trying to keep herself steady and unaffected, Amy kept her arms stiffly by her side. He was teasing her again. He wasn't going to finish. He was going to leave her wanting more. Keep her at the end of his fishing rod, dangling. But he didn't, he spread her legs, and cast her panties to one side as he dipped his middle finger between her dripping folds, the slick walls feeling like silk against his finger. "You're so wet." This fact spurred him on. Because it was no longer some one-sided lust, but something between two willing partners. She desired him. He stroked the soft core, and to her great horror, her body reacted the same way it did the previous night, she jolted up; her senses heightened, her stimulation level high. His well-lubricated finger moved to her nub, and this time he touched it directly without her flinching away. It was new, painful, but felt good all the same. Her eyes were screwed securely, and she bit her lips hard so as to not scream. As she ground against his hand, milking the digits that entered her, he grew hard. She was driving him over the edge with her soft sighs. "Open your eyes," he commanded, "Look at me." Then he murmured in her ears, "I'll be damned if I can't see your face again. I won't let you forget who gave you pleasure." His free hand moved to her chin, and tilted it back so that her head was resting against his shoulder. In her impassioned state, he brushed his finger against her open mouth. Her tongue flickered out to touch the top of his finger. Aiden moaned in response. She opened her eyes slowly to his command, long enough to see herself wrapped in his arms, completely relaxed, completely aroused, her hair falling in messy waves around her head. But there was a red stain on the bed, right in front of where he was fingering her. Crimson. Set. It was all the real. It was a reminder that yesterday, she had been a virgin, and today, she was... "Stop." Despite her body about to climax for the second time, she stopped herself. This was real. This was wrong. Despite the feelings inside. He suppressed a growl that was threatening to erupt from his throat. "What now?" He asked irritably. "We need to stop." "Why? Weren't you not whimpering moments ago?" She leapt out of his reach, successful this time and started back at him. She tried not to look at his pented boxers. "I'm sorry." She said finally, before exiting her room, tears welling up in her eyes. Xxx Locking herself in the downstairs bathroom, Amy slid down the wall into a crumpled heap of tears and numbness. There was a sudden knock on the door. "Go away." Amy moaned with finality. Why can't he just leave me alone? "What's wrong?" Replied her mother's soft worried voice. "Sorry. I'm just-just having some stomach pains right now. I'll be out in a moment." "Okay honey. I made you favorite strawberry pancakes with pecan butter. It'll make you feel better." "Okay." Feeling ill, she heaved into the toilet but came up dry. She braced herself for the next onset of excruciating pain climbing up her throat, sagging against the toilet to keep herself from collapsing on the cold floor. The pain in the back of her throat felt like a metal rake scratching against it, brusquely. Finally she deemed it okay to go out for breakfast. She didn't want to ruin her mom's joy of her daughter's return. The family was united again. Boy, did that sound so wrong now. She walked into the dining room and took a seat at the head of the table. She wrapped the bathrobe she had found hanging in the bathroom tightly around her body, hoping to hide any marks left by the previous evening. She composed herself, using the linen set out to dab at the corner of her mouth delicately. She smoothed out her hair self-consciously, afraid that something would give her away. "Aiden! Luke! Come down for breakfast!" Her mother yelled. Her stepfather, Aiden's father, Luke arrived and sat beside her. "How was your first year away from home, Amy?" He asked, digging his knife into a stack of fluffy pancakes. "Really good." "I'm sure you aced your finals." He said with a pleasant wink. "I hope so." She responded with a weak smile. "So, what are you plans for this summer?" "Maggie's offered me an intern position." "That's great! Close-by. You're mom will love it. You guys will have plenty of time to do the 'girl things' she's always so eager for." "Yeah." She added as an afterthought, not really paying attention to her well-meaning stepfather. She really just wasn't in the mood. Her heart sank a little when she saw Aiden stroll to the other end of the table, separating himself from the rest of them, like an island. With the light casting a warm glow into the room, he looked... handsome. She hadn't noticed before. Or chose to ignore, since he had been such an arrogant, hurtful boy. She wolfed down her pancakes, wiped her mouth, gave her mom a neutral excuse and headed for her bedroom. xxx Everything was in place. Aiden's strewn clothing was gone. Her pillows fluffed. Her coverlet folded over her bed neatly. Mechanically, her hand lifted the cover to see the blood. It was like a train wreck. It reminded her that this was wrong. Blood. They weren't related by blood... But by law. But the white sheet had been replaced by a small flower printed sheet, smoothed trimly so that there were no creases. Her head twisted around to see where that sheet had gone. Her eyes settled upon her small balcony. It was drying on a rack outside. Unable to comprehend this, this was going against everything she thought of him. She backed away, and stood rooted to the threshold of her bedroom. What did this mean? He was her mean, careless stepbrother. Why was he doing this? Showing her that he was different? This wasn't supposed to mean anything. An accident. He was supposed to just leave it as is. Leave her to clean up the mess alone. So she could hate him for being selfish, egotistical, reckless... Aiden cleared his throat behind her. Startled, Amy jumped like a restless doe. She felt him move in behind her and wrap his arms around her waist loosely, before he began to sway them slightly, closely, as one. "Stop they might see us." She said, quietly. Her head slanting backward against his chest when his hand grazed her nervous stomach. She whimpered. Why was she acting like this? Like this was something to hide? ...they might see us... This was wrong! This was not supposed to happen! She was supposed to just say 'No.' She could feel the pout of his lips grow into an amused smile across her neck, the softness contrasted by his coarse stubble. "They'll be out all day. They are going furniture shopping in the country." "No." "Yes." He shifted so that she could feel his hardness pressing firmly into her the arch of her back. "How are you feeling?" "Fine." "I mean after yesterday. Your color doesn't look too good." Since when could he tell if she was feeling good or not. "I'm fine," she reiterated. Amused at her prudish reaction, he spun her around in his arms, and tilted her chin to look up at him, into his deep, stormy eyes. Seeing that she was anything but fine, he sat the both of them on the edge of her bed. "I'm not sorry." He said unwaveringly, when he wrapped his arms around her. He slipped the terry cloth robe effortlessly off her shoulder and leaned his cheek against her bare shoulder before placing a chaste kiss on the heated skin. I'm not sorry for wanting you. I'm not sorry for acting upon it. I've never been sorry for behaving the way I do. But I am sorry for mistreating you before. But that was to scare you away from this. I used all my willpower to stop myself. But that willpower is shattered. She was motionless, unable to look at him, instead staring at her bare feet, her chipped nail polish. He brushed her wayward long bangs behind her ears, only to have them fall again, before lifting her chin to look up at him again. His eyes searched hers, and seeking out the answer, he pressed his lips against hers. Soft. Tentative. Like he was waiting for something. If she just gave him the physical response that he wanted - that was so blatant in his eyes - maybe he'd give up. Yeah, maybe that was the solution to this problem. To act as still and stoic, like a doll. Indifferent. Impassive. Maybe he wouldn't want her anymore. Maybe because he was feeding off the power, the rush, of being her first, of her overt enthusiastic reaction the previous night, or her inexperience. It was probably a whole ego boost. Then why did he clean up her bedroom. Why wasn't he off bragging to his friends, tweeting about it, using it to blackmail her? Why was he making sure she was alright after last night? His hands moved to unfasten her robe. Parting the fabric, it fell before she could clutch it tightly to her body, like a shield. He picked her up with ease, giving her no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, to prevent her self from falling backward, though he would have never let that happen. His lips continued to trail feather light kisses across her skin, from the bridge of her nose down to her collarbone, nipping at the thin skin that lay taut over bone. She didn't want this. She didn't want what he made her feel. Alive. Why didn't he just take what he wanted and leave? She could tell that he was holding back. These kisses were so gentle when she knew all he wanted was to kiss her roughly, plunge his tongue into her mouth, ruthless. And as she tried to picture her Henry commanding her body, she found herself unable to imagine him. Where did he go? It was like last night had erased all memories of Henry. She could only see Aiden. He swiped the bathrobe to the floor before lifting the covers and settling her into the center of the bed. He divested himself of his garments save for his boxer-briefs. Before she could avert her eyes, he stood in front of her undaunted, a finely sculpted piece of marble. She could trace each groove that outlined the muscles of his chest. The rise and fall of his chest was mesmerizing. And when her eyes fell lower, she could see his arousal, completely outlined. Embarrassed, she looked away. Rampant, deviant thoughts plagued her mind. How had that fit into her so easily last night? He moved to the bed on all fours, sliding his hands from her ankles to her hip, where his fingers lingered, tracing the shape of her panties. When they dipped into the delta created by her legs tightly pressed against each other, they teased the fabric covering her essence. Kneeling above her, he caught the hem of her shirt in his teeth and lifted it higher, higher until they were over her heaving breasts. His gaze traveled over them before he decided to tease her nipples to aching peaks with his expert tongue. Her breasts were more beautiful that he could have ever imagined, small by standards but fitting perfectly into his hands. It was meant to be. She couldn't fight it. The moans threatening to escape her throat when his teeth grazed the very sensitive skin. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be indifferent to his touches, his soft eyes gazing into hers, searching her soul. He couldn't hold out. Damn her, he wanted to make his pleasurable for her, but the way she was reacting, again, arching toward him, releasing soft, feline moans, it was driving him wild. He was going to cum in his boxers if she continued. She was igniting in him the impossible, burning need to be inside her, to pound into her like a cruel animal and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, lick the curve of her earlobe, and lose himself in her turbulent eyes. All these contrasting feelings diffusing inside him. A Mere Figment Ch. 03 Summary: Amy has time to think about this 'thing' with Aiden. Will she come to a satisfying conclusion (no pun intended)? A/N: Happy New Year! Final part. Please enjoy. Xxx Using his finger he continued to tap against her contracting nub until he saw in her expression that it hurt. He moved back up her burning body, and positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock teasing her flesh. She could feel her core clenching in anticipation of the pleasant intrusion, but there was no way to prepare for the fullness, the intimate joining of two bodies. Relentlessly, he thrust into her deeply. "You're so tight." She was so sopping wet that she only felt a sting of pain when he first entered her. "You're so wet for me." He moved severely within her once she adjusted to him, and rested her hand tentatively on his backside. He always slid almost completely out before burying himself to the hilt for the most tormenting feeling of her milking him, squeezing him, surrounding him. He used his thumb to rub circles against her clit, and quickly, she could feel the approaching bliss fulfill her again. Every time he thrust into her deeply, he saw her brow form a slight frown. Unable to resist himself, he bent down and kissed the frown away. Then, he slid his mouth over her open one, catching all her breathless little gasps, probing the cavern of her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue, but soon forgot the foreign taste when he plunged his cock into her again and again, hard. With each thrust, he knew he couldn't hold out. He couldn't wait for her any longer; he couldn't give her the pleasure before his. "I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. Using his hands, he wrapped her legs tightly around his torso has he pounded into her brutally, nearing completion. He muffled his pleasure in her ear, only she could hear. Only for you. He felt like the room around him was shattering into thousand pieces, leaving only him and Amy on the bed, joined. She felt the rush of warm moisture flood her body, a much different sensation than the previous night. Oh no. He, they had forgotten... but her mind was in a completely different place. Pure rapture. She felt his slick cock slip out of her, and she heard impatient protest brewing in her throat, but she held it back, keeping collected. His penis left a chain of cum across her inner thigh. As if reading her mind, he wrapped two fingers around the head of his cock and used his thumb to smear the final drop of cum around the head. Then he rubbed it gently over her hard clit. She lifted her head off the bed, seeking his lips, fingers clinging to his back tightly. She needed to feel, needed to hold onto something as she shattered into a frantic, pulsing chaos. She could feel the tell-tale sensation of the agonizing tension coiling until, until it ruptured, sending pleasure through her body, consuming her, breaking her. She had no words, only moans that joined the sound of his slippery member rubbing against her soft flesh. Before he collapsed on her small form, he leaned to the side and fell beside her, breathing heavily. xxx In the back of her logical mind, this was wrong. But the physical awareness, the way her body protested when his cock slipped out of her – like she felt empty, that had to count for something, right? It was too complicated, but for now, she didn't care. Her mere figment had turned into reality. And she needed more. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. She jumped out of bed and retrieve it from her purse. "Hello?" "Hi honey, sorry to bother you on your first day back, but can you go over to Mrs. Steele's to watch over her kids for a couple hours while she runs some errands. She couldn't find anyone else last minute." "Yeah, tell her I'll be there in 10 minutes." "Luke and I won't be back until tomorrow. We're staying at grandma's house for the night. There's supposed to be a big fair here tomorrow that grandma says we shouldn't miss." Hearing only the beginning of the conversation, before Amy gave him a deathly look and moved out of earshot, Aiden gave a sigh of complaint. "Don't leave me." Not now. Not ever. "I have to babysit for a bit." "Can you find someone else?" "It's too late for that." After some more pleading, he finally gave up. "Not like that you aren't." He said, running his index finger over the tender bruise caused by his fervent treatment of her neck. He walked over to her closet and pulled out a collared shirt. "You are wearing this if you must go out." "It's 90 degrees out." She griped. "It'll be cold at their house." "I don't think so." "Just do this. Please." He didn't want anyone to see the raw marks on her. Mine. He thought possessively. Xxx Later that evening, Aiden ordered a large pizza, half chicken and mushroom, and half pineapple, Amy's one and only preferred topping. He waited patiently for her by watching some local news. By nine, he had taken a nap, eaten half a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and sat through the movie, Pride and Prejudice. All things opposite of him. He blamed it on his tired body (and not being able to find the TV remote) and the passionate sex which he hoped to recreate again, tonight. Deciding to check up on Amy, he grabbed a set of keys and headed for Mrs. Steele's house down the block. On her porch, he rang the doorbell once. "Coming!" "Amy, can I open the door?" He heard on the other side of the door. "Let's check." Amy raised the small girl in her arms so that she could look out the peephole. "It's a man." "Let me check." Shaking her head, she opened the door. "What brings you to this neck of the woods, brother Aiden?" He winced at that formality. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay." "Yes, I'll be back before 10." "Alright. Do you need me to come pick you up?" All this small talk was so foreign to her. "Uh, no, I'll make it back alright." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Stop worrying about me like you're my boyfriend or something." She whispered so that the kids behind her couldn't year. "Nothing's going to happen to me in 500 feet." Xxx Amy tiptoed to her bedroom and changed into her pajama shorts before slipping into Aiden's bedroom. He was sitting in his bed reading a thick book. She had been thinking about him all day. Thinking about how knowledgeable he was of her body, exposing her to the most primal, unadulterated form of pleasure. Stripping her of all conscious thoughts. "What are you reading?" Amy asked, settling beside him on his queen-sized bed. "GRE." "I see," she replied seductively, settling her uncertain, but exploratory hand over his crouch. She crawled over to straddle his legs and pulled the waistband of his boxer-briefs down slowly, teasingly. She was met with his aching cock which was peeking out, toward his bellybutton. She gripped the head of his cock with two fingers, like he had demonstrated this morning, wriggling it a bit to see how it felt in her hands, at her command. Then, her mouth proceeded to kiss the head. Even this barely existent touch made him recoil. He couldn't embarrass himself, ruin this by coming in her hands like an overeager teenager before she had even done anything. He didn't want her to see how weak he was to her touch. Her tongue flicked out to lick the tip like an ice cream cone, sliding it against the small seam. She gazed up nervously at him to see his reaction and whether or not she was doing this right, but his head was tilted back, eyes closed, teeth clenched. Assuming this was a good reaction, she latched her mouth around the head and licked. She felt a drop of hot salty fluid on her tongue and looked back at him. Removing his cock from her mouth, she swallowed before asking, "Is it over?" His eyes opened and shook his head fervently as he grunted, "No." She ran her tongue around the head of his cock, torrid circles, before plunging it deeper into her mouth. When his cock felt the soft velvet wall of her mouth, he moaned. "Deeper." He knew he was requesting too much, that he was suppose to guide her slowly, but the burning sensation was escalating. He needed this. She continued to suck him, each time pushing her self deeper and deeper until she gagged. She immediately removed herself from him and muttered, "Sorry." Surely that harsh sound was unwelcome and showed her inexperience. Probably all the girls before her had pleased him well, and now she paled in comparison. A crimson shade spread across her cheeks and she hoped that he didn't see. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, to be so bold, to want to pleasure him the way he pleasured her. "No, continue." He instructed calmly, stroking the back of her head. With the need to oblige, she swallowed her pride and continued to suck him, this time shallowly so as to not set off her gag reflex. As the slow torturous pleasure began to swell, he tightened his fists in the sheets to prevent him from thrusting into her. And them her mouth left him again. She was taking deep breaths. He was throbbing viciously, the haze of lust near stifling his conscious thought, and he needed her to hurry up. He needed this badly, he was aching for her to finish. He had been in such a drought for the past weeks, and to have her offer herself to him so readily... the opportunity was so... He couldn't hold back now. Impatiently, he sputtered, barely coherent, "Ride me." "Huh?" "Get on top of me." She moved up his legs, the bottom hem of her soft shorts dragging across his legs teasingly. Kneeling over his thighs, she hesitantly slid her panty to the side and waited above his cock. Aiden grabbed her hip with one hand and fisted his cock with another as he impaled her on his cock without another word. She felt the walls of her pussy accommodate him easily. This was different, she felt lost. Before, it had been his sure, long strokes inside her, filling her, every ridge of his cock touching her, making her feel. Now, despite feeling deliciously full and throbbing, she didn't know what to do. Moving up and down felt ridiculous, he'd see her above him moving all awkwardly and... Taking initiative, he lifted his hip and pushed into her until he couldn't any more. So ready. Combined with his hands on her hips bouncing her up and down on him, he soon started an aggressive pace that was bruising and rather rough. After several long strokes, she felt the pain subside and she began to move her body with his, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke. "Put your arms around my neck." She followed his directions, tilting her face down so that he couldn't see her self-conscious expression in the glow of the lamp. She began to move against him, forward and back, feeling him so deep within her. Soon all his motions stopped, but she continued. It was too late to be ashamed. Amy looked down to see his cock slip in and out of her, mechanically, slick with her juices. It was like an aphrodisiac. This back-and-forth movement caused his cock to rub against her clit, causing her to move faster. The ache between her legs intensifying. She laced her fingers in his and pulled another to his breast, encouraging him to knead it. "Hurry." She cried, wanting them to climax together. He laughed, surprised to see his prim little Amy so desperate and indulgent. Bringing his body forward, he closed the distance between them, pulling her with him to the headboard, hugging her close to his chest as she continues to ride unabashedly. "Nuhg, I'm coming!" She cried, her hands fisting his hair, even pulling against several tufts at the nape of his neck, but he didn't mind. She was aware enough to clamp her voracious mouth over his shoulder to silence her prolonged screams. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, the heat almost blinding him. Almost. Her core trembled; the exquisite pain spreading to her toes as pleasure finally came crashing around her. Her mouth formed a perfect circle. That perfect mouth had been on his cock minutes ago. He had enough patience to wait for her to ride out her orgasm slowly on him, shallowly, barely creating enough friction for him to sustain his erection. When she finally stopped, he desperately pushed himself to the hilt, holding himself there for several beats as he felt himself engorge fully. Her slick walls were convulsing tightly. It felt delightfully hot. He drew out quickly, making her frown with dissatisfaction. Oh how much he loved to see the change of emotions play across her face. He pulled her face down to his as he pounded his cock into her for the several final strokes, unrelenting. His dark eyes gazed into hers, fascinated by how her eyelids drooped in her current dissolute state, as he finished himself inside her. He kept himself buried in her, his forehead pressing against hers. He felt his heartbreak calm down. She started to move again, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. His eyes fluttered open to stare back at her in astonishment. "More?" And here I thought I was the horny one. A twinge of pain filled her eyes. "Sorry." She hadn't even realized her body had started moving again. This was only her third time and she was already morphing into this insatiable nymph? "No. I'm sorry. I've been so impatient with you. It's just that... I haven't had sex for a long time. And I just... got off really easily." Thing will be different. I promise. "I haven't been able to satisfy you completely and—I'm just surprised you still want more. Because I really haven't shown you how good it --" "You have. You taught me." She interrupted. "You're incredible. You know that?" He returned, clamping his hand on her hip and encouraging her to start up again. "Sorry for stopping. Do go on." He rested his head back on his arms and watched her move cautiously. His nestled cock was soft inside her, but as soon as she started up her delicious grinding, he could feel his need return. Watching her pert breasts bounce up and down was a vision of heaven. He bowed to take a nipple in his mouth and taste her. The noises from his little sucking kisses drove her wild. The tension inside her was building. Building. When her nipple became sore, she nudged his eager mouth away and kissed him fully on his lips. As the thin sheen of saliva evaporated from her sore breast, she began to gyrate faster, harder, feeling her orgasm curling within her. His bottomless brown eyes glittered back and her, encouraging herself to let go. "Come for me, Amy," he whispered as she surged off the precipice of pressure, crashing into a beautiful climax. Free. Afterwards, the small aftershocks washed over her. When she finally moved away from him, she felt a hot rush of fluid seep out. It dripped thickly onto the sheets. "We'll have to clean that up." Aiden chuckled. Amy fell away from him, lying beside him, looking at him. "I'm sorry for reacting so negatively this morning." "Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for acting like such an aggressive dick. I've been pining for you for so long. And to finally have you was like paradise." "About that dream I had. I can't even think of him anymore." "Good. Otherwise I'll get jealous." You're not a figment. You are my reality. Amy thought before cuddling close to Aiden. This was going to be a passionate summer. And who knew where this would take them? Fin Xxx A/N: Thanks for reading. Any prediction about what will happen between them? Will this just be a summer fling, or a full-blown romance? First story here. I'd love to hear your comments. :)