37 comments/ 80979 views/ 170 favorites The Ache of Rapture By: The Ache of Rapture "Maybe that's what you need," he said thickly into her ear. "You need to be shown what it's like." Before she could respond he lunged into her with his hips making her mouth part in shock. The movement was feral, unexpected, and purely sexual. Her eyes widened dramatically when he did it again. The second time, he rubbed himself between her legs before pulling back to slam into her hard. A startled gasp escaped her when the impact sent a wave of acknowledgment through her lower extremities. "Stop!" she cried out. He responded by thrusting against her a fourth time, then he bent his knees and stood up slowly so that his entire frame ground against hers. She could feel him harden quickly against her so that when he slammed into her again she felt it at the apex of her thighs. "You are fucking crazy!" she gasped. Lifting her hands, she tried to get them between them to push him away, but he quickly grabbed her wrists in his hands, and pressed them to the wall. He was grinding into her roughly, and repeatedly now so that each movement of his hips was forcefully stimulating the sensitive spot between her legs, and Quinn let out another cry of surprise as he surged against her. "Please stop," she begged weakly. Instead, his mouth parted, and his teeth grazed her ear as he began roughly pushing his hips into her in circular motions. The hard ridge of his shaft pressed between her legs, and she could feel it despite their jeans creating a barrier. The physical force of it rubbing aggressively between her thighs made her gasp again as a tremor shot through her body. "Oh God, stop," she panted in agony. "You're getting wet, aren't you?" he said knowingly, his breathing labored. "You are so sick," she moaned in torment as he increased the tempo. He was rubbing her frantically now. The hardness between his legs pushing into her so that every movement that he made was making her nerve endings cry out for something she couldn't put a name to. The feeling was so intense it made her want to sob. When he unexpectedly slammed into her again before continuing, she whimpered against him. "Please, Liam. Please stop," she begged incoherently. His response was to groan low in his throat before ramming his hips into her three times in quick succession. It became a rhythm. Three hard thrusts then a slow grind. He was pummeling between her legs in this mimic of the sexual act, and Quinn began whimpering louder as she was forced to accept his body against hers. "I'm never going to forgive you for this," she moaned against him. His movements grew wilder, and more aggressive. His large frame heaving into hers as he panted in her ear. When Quinn thought she couldn't take it a moment longer, he suddenly released her wrists where he held them, and reached down to grip her hips in his hands as he buried his face in her neck. Holding her in place, he savagely pounded between her legs through his jeans before roughly stilling against her. A pleasure filled moan of release escaped his lips as he gripped her viciously with his fingers. Then he slumped against her. It took several moments for his breathing to grow even, and for him to pull away. When he looked down into her wide, stricken eyes the coldness had returned to his gaze, and a small smile lifted his lips. "That felt good," he told her softly. Lifting his hand he let a single finger trail down the side of her cheek. When his hand dropped away from her, his expression hardened. "Now get the fuck out of my room." Turning away from her, he sprawled back onto his bed, and visually dismissed her as he lifted the remote in his hand, and began surfing through channels. He didn't glance in her direction again as she quickly made her way from his bedroom back into her own. He didn't even glance up when he heard her door slam. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quinn shoved her dresser inch by inch until it finally blocked the doorway that led into the bathroom. Standing back, she glanced at it in satisfaction before returning to her bed to sit down. She had refused to go downstairs for dinner. The thought of staring into his smug face was enough to kill her appetite, and she didn't want to be anywhere that close to him. Especially after what he had done to her. Her body still felt tense like a bow that was pulled too tightly, and she felt like at any moment she would snap. He had completely lost his mind. Her own brother had used her body against her will to bring himself to pleasure like it was some kind of game. A game that he acted like he had won. The connotations behind it were staggering. She didn't think she would ever feel safe in her own room again. When the other door to her room opened, she jerked in startlement then scowled when Liam casually walked into the room. Turning, he swung it closed behind him before facing her once more. "I could hear you moving that thing all the way from downstairs. If it was intended to keep me out, great plan." His smirk told her that he thought she didn't have a brain in her head. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. "I was just working on moving something to cover that one too. You beat me to it," she replied nastily. "Don't bother," he replied in annoyance. "That wouldn't keep me out if I wanted in anyways," he said as he pointed to the dresser. "What would keep you out?" she asked flippantly. The question made him scowl at her. "I see you're still in bitch mode." "You can probably expect that for a long time to come. Especially after what you did." Liam grinned. "All I did was teach you a lesson. It's not like I actually had sex with you. You're moving furniture around like you're expecting me to rape you in your sleep." Quinn curled her lip in disgust. "I wouldn't put it past you. Especially now." He seemed to mull that over for a moment as he smiled. "I could tell mom and dad what you did." Liam shrugged. "Go ahead. I'll just tell them that you've been prancing into my room without any clothes on talking dirty to me. I'm their son too. They're not just going to listen to your side of things." "You really are a bastard, you know that Liam?" "I'm your brother," he said amused. "I think it's written somewhere that you have to love me regardless of what I do." Her expression became disgusted as she looked at him. "Well, I don't." Her words made his eyes narrow as he tucked his tongue into his cheek. "I could make you." "What the hell does that mean?" she asked in confusion. "It means that you shouldn't push me." The words were a thinly veiled warning. One that Quinn didn't feel the desire to heed. "You can push me around all you want, Liam. You can't force me to love you. Love is something that has to be earned, and the only thing you've earned from me is my loathing." For a long moment he looked at her, his blue eyes taking in the words she had said to him, then he sighed. "Like I said before. You're just not happy unless you're being a pain in the ass." Quinn breathed in relief as he turned away from her to step towards the door. Only, instead of leaving through it, he flipped the latch beneath the knob that locked it. When he turned back to face her, the cold look had returned to his eyes, and Quinn let out a startled cry as he pressed a knee to the top of her bed beside her, and shoved her down to the mattress. She quickly opened her mouth to scream, but he quickly covered it with his hand. "If you yell, mom and dad are just going to come up here. Are you sure that's what you want? I already know what I plan on telling them." Quinn gazed up at him in terror as he spoke softly to her. "I said, is that what you want?" he asked again patiently. Quinn shook her head against his hand. "Good." He seemed appeased for the moment. "I know you're pissed at me, and I know you think it's because of what I did before, but it's not. It's because of what I didn't do." His words were like an enigma to her, and she stared up at him in confusion as he looked at her. "I got you all horny, and didn't let you cum." He grinned after he said it making the white of his teeth appear momentarily. "That's half the reason you're being such a cunt to me now. Probably why you've been one all day. You just need someone to get you off." Quinn's jade eyes widened as she looked at him, and her entire body tensed. Her reaction made him laugh. "Relax. I'm not going to rape you. I'm going to help you." Lifting his fingers to the top of her jeans, he popped the button open, and pulled the zipper down. The action made Quinn shake her head against his palm as she began to struggle beneath him. "I said relax," he said with another laugh. "You're going to enjoy this. I promise." Quinn shook her head again, and looked up at him with pleading in her eyes. He completely ignored it. "I need both my hands to pull your jeans down. If I let your mouth go are you going to yell?" Quinn nodded emphatically making him roll his eyes. "I'm doing this for your own good you know. You're going to thank me when it's over." Quinn shook her head again making him sigh. "Alright," he said. "Have it your way." Slipping his fingers from her mouth, he swiftly bent down to replace them with his lips, and quickly reached down to her hips to yank her jeans, and panties down to the middle of her thighs. He did it in one swift motion, and had his hand across her mouth again before she had a chance to even take a breath. When the cool air touched her skin, Quinn closed her eyes in despair, and pressed her legs together. Her body filled with horror and disbelief at what was happening. When his fingers reached up to trail over her stomach she jumped in reaction, and a soft mewl escaped her throat as his hand traveled lower. His movements were slow, but he didn't hesitate whatsoever before slipping his fingers between her thighs to press against the soft, wet spot of her clit. Quinn jumped again. "Holy shit," he breathed. "You are so fucking wet." His fingers slid against her easily making it a simple endeavor to press between her folds even though her thighs were clamped shut. The overabundant amount of cream that lubricated her allowed his fingers to slip between them regardless, but the restriction soon aggravated him. "Spread your legs," he whispered above her. "I want to touch you." When she continued to keep them firmly closed, and shook her head in refusal, Liam rolled his eyes at her. "Open your legs, or I'm going to pull my cock out," he threatened darkly. When she immediately complied by parting them all the way, he chuckled. His fingers immediately went to work between her legs as he ran the tips of them up and down her folds, teasing her. The extreme wetness allowed them to slip through deftly, and he ran them from her clit down to her ass, and back again. Quinn closed her eyes tightly as a muffled sound escaped her. When he pressed a thumb against her clit, and began massaging it, her jade eyes rolled into the back of her head as she groaned. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he breathed softly. Her fingers fisted into the sheets of her bed, gripping them in her hands as she squeezed her eyes shut again, and let out another moan into his palm. He continued to rub in slow circles as two fingers lazily stroked her folds. When another moan escaped her, he became slightly more daring, and pressed his hand against her as he deepened the stroke of his fingers. Pressing one into her opening he watched as her eyes popped open as she looked at him in horror. "It's alright," he said in a soothing voice. "I just want you to feel this." Slipping in deeper his breath caught at the exquisitely tight feel of her clutching at his invading digit. She latched onto him eagerly surrounding him with heat, and he swallowed with some difficulty as he pressed into her further. "Jesus Christ, you're tight," he said in amazement. Exploring further, he paused once he reached the barrier that kept him barred from her, and felt his already hardened cock twitch against his leg. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment as he continued to rub his thumb in slow lazy circles. Retreating slightly he began to move his fingers inside of her. Not in and out, but from side to side. He began jerking the finger back and forth hitting the most sensitive part inside of her causing her to buck off the bed. Her moans became louder, more uninhibited, and Liam began moving his fingers faster. "Come on, baby girl." he urged her. "Cum for me." His fingers were moving erratically now, and his eyes willed her to do his bidding as she jerked and moaned beneath him. He could tell that she was close. When another moment passed, and she still hadn't climaxed he knew that she needed just a little bit more stimulation. Releasing his grip over the lower half of her face, his mouth swooped down to press against hers. His lips forced hers wide, and his tongue came out to press against hers as he groaned against her. That's when her thighs clamped around his wrist, and she began to spasm uncontrollably. Lifting her hips from the bed, she began thrusting against his hand while she cried out. His mouth caught every one of them as he moved his tongue between her lips aggressively. When she finally stilled beneath him, Liam kept moving his mouth atop hers, plunging his tongue between her lips. His breathing had become labored, and with an undeniable urgency he slipped his fingers from between her legs, and reached down to tear his jeans open. Pulling his stiffened cock out, he blindly reached for Quinn's hand, and wrapped her fingers around his length before covering her hand with his own. With her fingers trapped beneath his, he forced her to stroke him. His movements were quick, and rough as he guided her hand. He jerked them up and down his shaft in a frenzied all consuming need, and after only a brief moment his tongue plunged deep as he thrust his hips forward covering the side of her leg in cum. When he finally pulled away to look at her stunned face, her fingers were still wrapped around him. "Still hate me?" he asked softly. Pulling her hand away from him, her wide eyes met his. "More than I ever thought was possible." she said quietly. Her voice wavered slightly as a shudder ran through her. "I see," he said stiffly. Reaching down, he closed his jeans, and slipped from the bed to stand beside it. His blue eyes were glacial as he looked down at her. "We'll see about that." he said in a deceptively soft tone. Before she could question the words, he had stepped towards her dresser, and shoved it out of his way as if it were a minor inconvenience before opening the bathroom door to head to his own room. Standing on the threshold, he turned to her, and his expression was cynical as he gazed at her. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but I know you enjoyed that. Talking yourself into believing that you didn't won't change anything." Pulling her jeans up, Quinn refused to respond as she turned her body towards the wall, and ignored him. Her eyes closed as another shudder tore through her, and the tight feeling in her chest increased. She wouldn't cry. He didn't have that much power over her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quinn woke in her bed just as the sun was rising. Peering towards her alarm clock she saw that it was just past six thirty. That meant that her brother wouldn't be awake for at least another hour, and she could shower, and escape the house before he had even gotten out of bed. Grabbing her robe from the back of her bedroom door, she slipped past the angled dresser, and made her way into the bathroom. Stepping forward cautiously, she quietly reached for the side of the other door, and pushed it closed. She would have locked it if there was one there to lock. Neither of the bathroom doors had one, and the knowledge made her feel vulnerable as she stepped out of her clothing, and ran the faucet so that hot water sprayed from the shower head. Slipping her slight frame into the tub, she closed the curtain, and sighed in relief as the hot water cascaded down her back. The heat of it was soothing, and tilting her head back, she let it splash onto the back of her head to wet her hair. The sound of the bathroom door opening made her heart still in her chest. He wasn't quiet as he entered the room, and Quinn's voice was tremulous as she gasped. "Get out of here! I'm showering." His response came out groggily, and annoyed when it reached her ears. "I need to take a piss." Saying nothing more, Quinn held her breath as she listened to the sounds of him lifting the toilet seat, and then the distinct sound of urine splashing into water could be heard. This wasn't a new development. There had often been times that he had come into the room while she showered to use the bathroom since they shared a single bathroom. She had never thought anything of it in the past. Everything had changed. He was still in the process of peeing when his voice came to her. "Did you sleep okay?" Quinn hesitated before answering. "Yes. I slept fine." A soft grunt reached her ears as he finished up. She could hear him shift on his feet as he lowered the seat once again. She had complained enough times in the past about him leaving it up that it was now a ritual for him to lower it when he finished. The extended silence that followed the action made Quinn tense even further. Her voice filled the void in the hopes of calming her already frazzled nerves. "I'll only be a minute, and then you can have the shower. I'm just finishing up here." "No rush," he replied easily. "Take your time." When she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, she breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching up towards the shower caddy, she lifted a bottle of strawberry shampoo from it's rack, and tilted it over her palm to squeeze some out. When the curtain flew open, her eyes widened, and the bottle slipped from her fingers to hit the tub floor as she cried out in startlement. Reaching up to cover herself as best she could, she glared at Liam as he stood in his boxer shorts looking over her body. "Have you completely lost your mind?" she demanded in outrage. "Get out of here!" His blue eyes were focused on the places her hands covered, and he quickly lifted them to meet her horrified eyes. "Put your hands down," he said thickly. "I want to look at you." Gasping, Quinn's mouth parted at the audacity of such a request. "No! Get out!" His heated gaze dropped to her fingers where they clasped between her legs then to her arm that draped across her chest. "I just want to look," he said again. "Put your hands down." His tone was firm, and Quinn didn't want to risk any sudden movements that would give him license to put his hands upon her. If she attempted to bolt, she knew he would grab her, and that would only make things worse. "If I do it will you leave?" Her voice was small, pleading. He nodded as his gaze washed over her again. Slowly, and somewhat hesitantly her hands fell to her sides so that she was bared to his view. His intent eyes traveled the length of her, and lingered in certain spots before he met her terrified gaze once more. "Turn around. I want to see all of you," he stated gruffly. Obediently, Quinn complied, and turned away from him. She could feel his eyes sweep over her backside before a long breath escaped him. Slipping his boxers to the floor, Liam stepped into the tub behind her, and closed the curtain. When his chest pressed into her back, and his thickly swelled erection pressed against her bottom, Quinn gasped, and lifted her palms to the wall in front of her as he pushed her into it. The Ache of Rapture His hands dropped to her hips to hold her in place as his lips descended to lightly kiss her shoulder. They traveled a slow pathway up the side of her neck until he took her earlobe into his mouth. Biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh, a low groan escaped him. "I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear harshly. "God, please don't." she begged as his lips sucked at her skin. "I know it's wrong," he panted. "But I need to do it." "No, Liam!" Panicking, Quinn jerked in his embrace, and began to struggle in earnest. When he wrapped an arm around her waist like a steel band, she reached down to dislodge it, and sobbed when she couldn't remove it. "You can't do this!" she said on the brink of hysteria. "I'll tell! I'll tell on you! Stop!" His lips made shushing noises against her temple as a soft squeal of alarm rocked through her. "There's a part of you that wants this as much as I do. I know it. You were so wet for me last night, so responsive to my touch. I want you to cum for me again, but this time I want you to do it on my cock." Holding her with one arm, he reached between them with the other so that he could grip himself with his fingers. Pressing it between her legs he aggressively rubbed the head knob along her lips until he felt her begin to grow slick, and wet with the stimulation. A soft groan escaped him. "See how fucking wet I just made you? Even if you won't admit it, I know you want my cock inside of you." His mouth pressed into her shoulder as he continued to rub her, and Quinn let out a small whimper of fear. "You're my brother," she tried to reason with him. "You can't do this to me." Liam groaned as he pushed deeper, and felt the tip nudge at her entrance. "Don't be afraid," he entreated. 'I know it hurts the first time, but I'll hold still once it's in until you get used to it. I want you to enjoy this too." Quinn shook her head as she tried to dislodge his arm again. "No! You can't! Liam, please, let me go!" His lips parted against her neck, and his tongue came out to swirl against her skin as he worked the tip of his swollen cock inside of her. It popped past the opening making him groan in pleasure. His hands lifted, and reached around her until he had both of her soft, round breasts in his palms. Squeezing them, he pressed her closer to the tiled wall as he stood poised to slam home. Leaning into her, he let his hands slide down her sides until he had both of her hips gripped tightly in his hands. "Ready, baby girl?" His voice was like velvet against her ear. Soft, seductive, and completely in control. Another soft, pitiful mewl escaped Quinn's throat. "I hate you," she moaned helplessly. "No, you don't," he growled into her ear. Then with a hard upward thrust of his hips, he ripped through her hymen, and buried his cock inside of her. The force with which he did it made her entire body tense as she cried out with the pain. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his arm, and her mouth opened wide as she closed her eyes, and tried to absorb it. Tears came to her eyes, and her legs began to shake as she registered that, true to his word, he was holding completely still behind her. The only movement coming from him was the rhythmic pulsing throb of his shaft where it had made a home within her. His voice strained with the effort it took not to immediately start pummeling inside of her like a wild animal. "It's even tighter than I thought it would be," he groaned in amazement. Quinn sucked in a breath as the fire between her legs began to ebb. She began to pant as hysteria started to take over her. "I'll do anything you want," she pleaded desperately. "I'll be good at school. I won't do anything anymore. I won't tell anyone. Just please stop!" The knock on the bathroom door startled them both so much that Liam swiftly pulled himself out of her. Their father's voice reached them through the wood of the door, and Liam panicked. His palm came up roughly to cover the lower half of her face, holding her cheeks in a savage grip, and his arm swooped around her waist to hold her against him so that she couldn't move. Glancing back, he lowered his face until she could see the vicious look in his blue eyes. "Do not make a sound," he uttered thickly. When the knock came again, Liam cleared his throat. "Yeah, Dad!?" "I need you to move your car," their father hollered through the door. "I'll be down in a minute," Liam answered loudly. A moment passed without any further comment from the other side of the door, and it became apparent that their father had walked away. Liam let out a slow breath, and eased his death grip slightly. A growl of aggravation left his throat before he dropped his forehead so that his chin touched her shoulder. "Fuck!" he snarled in annoyance. Releasing her mouth, he turned her to face him, pressing her back into the tiled wall. When her lips parted in surprise, he quickly leaned forward, and pressed his mouth against hers forcing it to widen for his tongue. His fingers reached for her hand, and wrapped it around his still straining cock as he covered it with his own, and began stroking himself furiously. His eyes closed, and his brow furrowed as his lips grew slack with the pleasure of it. Pressing downward, he slipped the tip between her legs so that it pressed between her folds as he continued to rub her fingers up and down his length. A low moan of pleasure escaped him, and he grasped onto her lower lip, and began to suck as he increased the pace. When the feel of it became too much for him, he dropped his forehead to hers, and began to pant as their hands jack hammered up and down his shaft. Another wince of ecstacy passed over his features as his mouth parted, and then he began to shudder. His cock swelled beneath her fingers, twitched, lifted, and then he was spurting jets of cum all over the opening between her legs. When he had finished, he smiled with his eyes closed before opening them to look at her. "I have to move the car," he stated softly. "Will you stay here until I get back? I don't want pain to be the only experience you walk away with from this. Quinn stared at him completely stunned, and then he trailed a finger down the side of her face. "Wait here for me. I want to finish what we started." Nodding dumbly, Quinn watched as he turned, and pulled the curtain back so he could step from the tub. He opened the door that led into his bedroom, and she caught a glimpse of his now soft and flaccid state before he disappeared through it, and shut the door behind him. The moment he was gone, Quinn leapt from the tub, and quickly scurried into her own room. She didn't close the door. She wanted to be able to make a fast escape if he were to suddenly return. Yanking open the drawer to her dresser, she quickly found a shirt, and pulled it over her head. The one below it held her jeans, and she frantically grabbed a pair, and began pulling them up her legs. There wasn't time in her panicked mind for undergarments. As the denim shimmied up her thighs, she gasped momentarily at the sight of a small trickle of watery blood that seemed to be traveling down the inside of her leg, but she didn't dwell on it as she yanked the jeans up all the way, and quickly closed them. Next, she dug around in the top until she found a pair of socks, and slipped them onto her feet while in a standing position. Darting into the bathroom, she grabbed up her hair brush, and with a few fast, painful strokes had managed to tame out all of the snarls before dropping it to the counter again. With that done, she slipped back into her bedroom, and opened the door to leave the room. Once she was on the other side of it, she leaned against the wood for a moment, and breathed a sigh of relief. Stepping down the hall, she passed his bedroom door, which he had left ajar, and she noticed that the room seemed empty. Her relief deepened, and she stepped to the landing to begin making her way down the stairs. After her first few steps, Liam walked through the front door of the house, which sat at the bottom. He was bare chested, having only slipped on a pair of jeans before leaving his room, and Quinn froze on the middle of the stair case as he closed the door, and turned to look up at her. For the longest moment they only stared at each other. Quinn with trepidation, and Liam with an expression that was fathomless. Eventually, he took a step forward, his blue eyes never leaving her, and began to ascend the staircase slowly. When he reached the step three below the one she was standing on, he paused to look up at her. "It's going to seem a lot worse than it actually is if you don't let me finish," he told her quietly. "I don't want to," Quinn breathed fearfully. Liam's expression didn't change as he looked at her, but after a moment he turned to the side. "Go then." Needing no further prompt, Quinn descended the steps, but gasped when he reached out to snatch up her wrist once she stood on the same one as him. Her wide gaze collided with his as her breath stilled in her chest. "I am not a monster," he gritted out from between his teeth. Quinn didn't have a response that didn't contradict that statement, so she wisely said nothing. His blue eyes traveled over her face for a moment, before he finally released his tight grip on her. "Think what you want," he bit out testily. "This isn't over." That was exactly what she feared. Even though he was allowing her to escape for the moment, she couldn't hide from him forever. He had already taken her virginity. There didn't seem to be any moral barriers stopping him now. The small knowing smile he gave her before she left his side seemed to reinforce that fact. The time would come when there would be no escape. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alec's fingers slipped over her knee beneath the table, as he leaned towards her. He was sitting sideways on the bench of the cafeteria table, and his hot breath slid along her ear as he spoke. "Lets sneak out of here for a while. Go for a drive with me," he whispered plaintively. Quinn's eyes darted across the room where Liam sat at a table with Travis eating his lunch. His broad back was facing her, so he wasn't aware that Alec had walked over to her, and taken a seat. Pulling her knee from his grasp, Quinn shook her head as she stared down at her tray. "Not today. I have a biology test sixth hour I don't want to miss." Her response made him chuckle. "Alright. Lets slip into the music room until lunch is over. We should have plenty of privacy," he said with a hint of deviltry. Quinn grimaced before she glanced at him. "That's probably not a good idea." Alec leaned back as his features twisted with confusion. "What's with you? You seem kind of distant." Quinn forced a small smile as she looked at him. "I'm just not feeling that great today," she told him weakly. "Oh." His face registered surprise before he smiled. "Well, come to the music room. I'll make you feel better." Quinn's smile was frozen in place as she turned to glance in Liam's direction again. He had swiveled in his seat, and he was now looking in their direction, a look of malice upon his face. She watched as his eyes narrowed, before he began to rise slowly from his seat. Alec's eyes quickly followed the direction hers had taken, and he stiffened when his eyes collided with Liam's. "I see your douche bag brother is on guard," he spit out resentfully. "I'll just see you later," he said quickly, and rose from the table. Quinn watched as her brother's predatory eyes followed him as he walked away. Then turning to look at her briefly, he sat back down, and turned to finish his lunch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quinn spent the remainder of the school day feeling despondent, and sore. Every single time that she sat down she was reminded of what had taken place that morning between herself and Liam. The thought of returning home, and having it all repeated filled, her with dread, and she actually felt loathe to leave the building when school drew to a close. When she emerged through the doors, Liam was patiently waiting on the steps, and looked up at her when she paused upon spotting him. "Ready to go?" he asked quietly. Seeing no other alternative, Quinn nodded, and came down the steps towards him. Side by side they walked through the parking lot until they reached the side of his car. Opening the door for her, Liam stood by until she slipped into the passenger seat, then closed the door before rounding the vehicle, and getting in himself. The drive home was made in silence, and when Liam pulled his car into the driveway, Quinn quickly reached for the handle to get out. Liam reached out a hand to stop her, and she turned to look at him warily. "We need to talk." he said firmly. Quinn placed both of her hands into her lap before staring out the windshield. Her voice was flat when it came. "About what?" He sighed. "About what happened. That's not how it was supposed to go." Quinn turned to look at him in amazement. "Were you planning it?" The question seemed to irritate him. "No. I didn't plan it, but that wasn't supposed to happen either. If you had just waited I could have shown you what it's really like. There's a lot more to it than just the pain." Quinn turned to look out the window again. "You're not supposed to be the one showing me, Liam. Her words made his mouth pinch for a moment. "You'd rather it be Dunham?" he asked stiffly. Quinn turned to look at him in awe. "I'd rather it be someone who is not my brother!" she said angrily. His blue eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "That didn't seem to matter very much when my fingers were inside of you." Quinn scowled, but refused to take the bait. "You didn't really give me much of a choice, Liam." Her answer made him glare back, but he had no response. "I don't want to fight," he finally said. "Tell me you're going to stop, and we won't have anything to fight about anymore." Liam gazed out the windshield towards the house as he lifted a hand, and absentmindedly pulled on his bottom lip. After a moment, he dropped it, and turned to look at her. "Alright, I'll stop." he said easily. "You will?" she said in surprise. She hadn't expected him to acquiesce so quickly. He nodded. "On one condition." Her expression grew wary once more as she looked at him. "What is it?" His blue eyes were direct as they met hers. "I want one night without you fighting me. If you can do that I'll leave you alone." Quinn's mouth parted at his words. He was trying to make a deal with her. One night with her full participation, or an endless amount of them without it. It was emotional blackmail. Her eyes dropped to her lap for a moment before she looked at him. "One night, and then you'll never touch me again. That's the deal?" He nodded. "That's the deal. Which means you can't tell me no, try to stop me, or push me away. I expect you to do what I tell you, no questions asked. One night. Take it or leave it." She felt like she was bargaining with the devil. "Can I have some time to think about it?" "How much time?" he asked slowly. "A week?" He scrunched his nose. "You don't need a week. I'll give you the day to think it over. Give me your answer tomorrow." "You know this is really fucked up, don't you?" she said in exasperation. A small smile tilted his lips as he nodded. "It is what it is." "Why are you doing this, Liam? You're arguably one of the best looking boys in our school, and from what I've been told you haven't exactly had a shortage of willing girls at your disposal. So, why are you doing this?" The question seemed to make him uncomfortable, and he shrugged it off. "Call it what you want. Selfish curiosity, an odd kink. It doesn't matter. All I'm asking for is one night, and then you can go back to being felt up by pieces of shit like Alec Dunham." She was quiet for a moment, and then she turned to ask him the obvious question. "What happens if I say no?" He tilted his head back against the seat of the car, and then lolled it towards her lazily. His blue eyes met hers with a hint of amusement in them. "If you say no then I'll do what I want, whenever I want until I get bored with it," he told her flatly. Quinn frowned at him. "And you would have me believe that you're not a monster?" Liam rolled his eyes. "You sure like to play the innocent card," he said in annoyance. "You were all sorts of eager to give it up to Dunham before I pried you off of him. Why is this so much worse?" "It's incest," she said as if he were simple minded. "So what? It's not like I'm trying to impregnate you. Whatever hang ups you have are all in your mind. If we weren't related this would be an easy decision for you because no matter how much you like to claim otherwise, I know that you want me." Quinn's mouth parted at that arrogant assumption. "No, I do not!" she stated in horror. "You're making me do this." A smile tilted his lips as he looked at her. "Should I make you cum again to prove you wrong?" Glaring at him in response, Quinn reached for the handle to the door again. "I get a day?" she asked again. When he nodded, she turned, and got out of the car. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quinn sat in the middle of her bed chewing on her bottom lip. She hadn't bothered to lock her bedroom door now that she and Liam had an agreement. He wouldn't bother her again until she had made a decision. Could she do what he asked? It felt so wrong, and sinful to even think about let alone indulge in. He was her older brother. A role he seemed to have completely abandoned in his desire to fulfill some twisted need he had imagined up. Even sitting across from him at the dinner table had put her on edge. His covert looks in her direction had been anything but brotherly. His blue eyes had been filled with hunger, but it wasn't for the food their mother put before them. It made her feel as if he was doing perverse things to her with his eyes alone, and after a few minutes of pushing her food around on her plate, she had excused herself to escape into her room. It was just one night. If she could get through it intact she would be free from him. The alternative seemed like a nightmare in comparison. Placing her head in her hands, Quinn took a deep breath. A knock on her bedroom door startled her into dropping them. "Come in," she called out. Her door peaked open, and her mother glanced inside to where she sat. "Your father and I are going to watch a movie. Would you like to join us, dear?" Quinn shook her head distractedly. "No thanks, mom." Her answer brought a frown to her mother's face. "What's the matter sweetheart?" Quinn sighed before meeting her mother's eyes. "Nothing, mom. I'm fine. It's just been a long week." Her mother nodded in understanding. "Have you made up with your brother yet? I know that you two have been fighting." Here was her opportunity to confess everything, and to fall into her mother's arms to be comforted by her loving arms. Only, she couldn't speak the words. The truth of the matter was, she didn't want anyone to know. The shame that coursed through her frame at the idea made her shudder. There was a small part of her that wondered if her parents would find her somehow to blame. Quinn shook her head, and said nothing more. It made her mother's expression sympathetic as she looked at her. "Maybe when he gets home, you two can talk it out. You're too old to be getting into spats. I'm sure you can work it out like adults if you put your minds to it." "Where is he?" Quinn wondered aloud.