21 comments/ 31790 views/ 62 favorites The Ache of Rapture Ch. 02 By: TwistedMisery Early the next morning, Quinn was woken abruptly as Liam crawled onto the bed beside her. Dropping his weight down at her back, he wrapped an arm about her waist, and pulled her back against him. A soft sound escaped his throat, and then he buried his face against her neck. Stretching sleepily against him, Quinn hummed softly before closing her eyes again. "Stay home with me today," he whispered urgently. Her eyes popped open, and she leaned back so that she could peer into his earnest blue eyes. His brows were furrowed, and he seemed genuinely worried what her response might be. "If I skip school, they will call mom and dad," she reminded him. His lips pressed together as he thought for a moment, and then his gaze met hers. "Tell them you're sick, and you can't go today. I want to spend the day with you." Quinn's mouth lifted into a smirk. "Could that possibly be because you're both grounded and suspended? Sounds like you're trying to drag me into solitary confinement with you." Liam grinned as he looked into her smug face. "Yes I am," he admitted with a laugh. "All day long, with you naked and writhing beneath me," he told her thickly. She could feel his fingers reflexively tighten where they held her. When he pressed his body into hers, she gasped. "Stay with me," he encouraged. "I don't want you to go." Lifting his hand, he cupped the side of her face, and turned it so that he could reach her lips. When his mouth touched hers, he pressed it open wide, and slipped his tongue inside until it found hers. A low sound of pleasure rumbled from his rib cage. Quinn rolled her body towards him, and lifted a hand to his bare chest. His skin was hot to the touch. The pads of her fingers grazed along the smooth contours of it making his breath expel through his nostrils heavily. Reaching up to take her hand in his, he pulled it low, and pressed her palm between his legs. When she felt him thick and straining against his boxers she froze momentarily. The size of him was overwhelming, and for a moment she felt unsure how to proceed. Breaking away from her mouth he slid his cheek against hers."Touch me," he encouraged. Taking a deep breath, her palm began to move slowly as she rubbed it up and down the length of his shaft. A powerful shudder wracked his entire body, and he gripped the side of her head tightly as a low groan escaped him. Quinn was in awe that such a simple touch could so greatly effect him. Her brother's body had completely tensed, and he was now trembling where he was pressed against her. When he lifted his head to take her mouth again, he did it urgently. His tongue plundered deep inside of her, and his breath came rapidly as he pushed his hips into her hand. Incited by his reaction, she began roughly stroking him faster. Her action caused his mouth to slacken, and his eyes to squeeze shut tightly. His fingers quickly covered hers, and forced them to still. "Stop," he panted. "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that." Quinn frowned as she looked up at him. "Isn't that the point? Dragging in a shaky breath, Liam swallowed. "Yes, but I don't want to yet. Slide your panties off for me," he demanded. She hesitated for only a moment before hastily obeying him. Sliding the material down her hips, she pushed it to her knees, and then down her legs. Once they were completely off, she placed them at her side before resuming her position next to him. Gazing into his heated blue eyes, she fought for breath when she saw the intense desire there. He looked as if he were consumed with need. Wrapping a strong arm about her waist, he pulled her on top of him as he rolled to his back. His large hand slipped into her dark hair, and then he pulled her down to him so that his lips could taste her. When they finally broke apart, Quinn felt flushed and needy in places she had never felt before. Reaching down, Liam slid his palm over the roundness of her bottom. "Sit up," he croaked. "I want to look at you." Placing her hands in the center of his chest, Quinn levered herself backward until she was on her knees. She was now straddling his waist. Liam grasped onto her thighs, and lunged upward instinctually. A harsh breath escaped him as his blue eyes devoured her. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip, and for a moment he gazed into her large, jade eyes as his fingers ran up and down her legs. "Nothing I ever imagined compares to this," he uttered softly. "The way you feel makes me insane. I need to be inside of you." Quinn's eyes lowered to the waistband of his boxers. Taking a deep breath, she lifted herself, and began pulling them down. When his swollen shaft was released from the material, it jutted upwards thick and hard, and Quinn gazed down at it in awe. It looked massive to her innocent eyes. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around it, and slid her thumb along the length.The touch of her fingers against the heat of his skin made Liam groan as his back arched, and his dark head pushed into her pillow. "Fuck, baby girl," he panted. Then his head lifted so he could look where her fingers were encircling him. When they reflexively squeezed around him, he looked into her eyes. "I love it when you touch me," he gasped. Quinn continued to explore him with her fingers, but after a moment Liam became restless, and reached for her waist. Lifting her up, he positioned her above his aching erection. With need guiding his movements, he roughly held her in place as he angled his hips, and pressed the swollen head of his cock between her folds. When it lodged against her entrance, he slowly and forcefully pulled her down until the engorged member began to penetrate her. His jaw tensed, and he watched mesmerized as she sunk down upon him, and took the entire length of his shaft inside of her. He was completely buried, and with a sigh of satisfaction he closed his eyes. The swift intrusion stretched her wide, and forced a soft cry from her throat. He was hot, and hard, and filled every part of her. The large, blunt head was pressing against a spot inside of her that felt like a wall, and when he began to rock beneath her, Quinn was lost. "Does that feel good?" he asked gruffly. Quinn's mouth parted as sensations coursed through her. "Yes," she gasped. "You are so unbelievably tight," he gritted out from between his teeth. His fingers dug into her hips, and then he was lifting her up and down. The slick moisture between her legs made him glide into her tight canal with ease, and as he began to pick up momentum a low growl escaped him. "Fuck me," he pleaded. "I need you." He was pounding his hips between her thighs making Quinn expel a soft breath with each upward lunge. Leaning forward, she braced her palms on the top of his chest, and began moving on top of him. Lifting her bottom off of his urgent cock, she slammed back down roughly making a guttural sound of pleasure leave his lips. Encouraged, she did it again, and soon she was eagerly ramming his length into her body as she furiously rode him. His hands reached to grip her bottom tightly in his fingers as she took over, and his lips parted on a wordless plea. His brows furrowed as he made an effort to hold back, to control himself, but it was too much for him. With a strangled cry, his shaft swelled deep inside of her, and he began spurting into her as he ejaculated. When he finally stopped twitching, he stilled her movements with his fingers, and looked up at her as he shuddered. "Christ, you feel good," he moaned. "Being inside of you turns me on too much." Smiling sheepishly, he gazed up at her in apology. Quinn bit her lip as she looked down at him. "I could feel it," she told him. Liam let out a sharp laugh before lifting his hips. "I would hope so," he said in amusement. Shaking her head, Quinn smirked. "Not that. I could feel you shooting it into me. I could feel it." Liam closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened them again his gaze was stunned. "Do you have any idea how hot it is to hear you say things like that?" he asked. Reaching for her, he pulled her down to his chest, and kissed her mouth. Then tucking her head beneath his chin, he wrapped his powerful arms around her slight frame, and squeezed her tightly. "If you try to leave this bed to go to school, I'm going to tie you to it," he said matter of factly. Lifting her head to peer up at him, Quinn let out a small laugh. She had no doubt that he meant what he said. It was the look of deviltry and intent that he wore that amused her. He was hoping that she would try. "Can I at least get up to use the bathroom?" she wondered. Liam grinned. Letting out a deep sigh, he released his hold on her. "I suppose," he replied with mock suffering. Sliding off of him, Quinn rolled off of the bed. She hadn't even taken a step when Liam reached out to grab her wrist to pull her back towards him. With another laugh, she looked at him quizzically until he reached up to push his fingers into her hair. Lifting his head he kissed her mouth softly. Once their lips parted, he looked into her green eyes for a moment before releasing her. "Alright. Now you can go." Placing an arm beneath his head, he turned to watch her slender form walk naked across the room. When she reached the bathroom door, and slipped inside to close it, a deep sigh of contentment lifted his chest. She was his now. Even if she hadn't fully come to accept it yet. She belonged to him. Being able to touch her, to have her touch him in return of her own free will was rapturous. Even his fevered imaginings didn't hold a candle to what the actuality was like. He finally felt like he was being delivered from hell, and her body was a soothing balm to an aching wound that he had carried around for longer than he could remember. He had wanted her for so long that he couldn't recall a time when he hadn't, and the knowledge that she now wanted him in return sent elation coursing through his body. Now that his deepest desire had been fulfilled, he felt like he wanted for nothing. Slipping his boxers from his legs, Liam dropped them to the floor. Then reaching for the blanket, he pulled it up his body until it reached his waist. When Quinn finally emerged from the bathroom, she stood in the doorway hesitantly for a moment making him smile. Lifting the edge of the blanket up, he beckoned her towards him with a tilt of his head. She stepped across the room quickly, and slid beneath the covers until she was back beside him. Liam pulled her against him possessively, and lowered his mouth to lightly kiss the skin of her neck. It made a soft sound escape her. Parting his lips he began to suck gently as his tongue swirled in a circle. Pressing her onto her back, his hot mouth made a trail from her collarbone down towards her breasts. When he reached them he opened his mouth wider, then swooped down to take her nipple, and half of her flesh between his lips. He proceeded to suck on it roughly, and Quinn cried out at the unexpectedness of the aggressive action. There was a devious smile upon his face when he glanced up at her. "I want you again," he informed her fervently. His tongue lashed out at her nipple before he sucked it back into his mouth. When his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin to nip her, Quinn gasped, and arched beneath him. Liam's head tilted to give her other nipple equal attention. The moment his lips latched onto her, Quinn bit her lip, and whimpered. Her fingers lifted to slide into his dark hair, and when he continued to suck the soft peak energetically, her fingers reflexively tightened and pulled as she moaned. "I want to take you roughly this time," he breathed. "Is that alright?" His blue eyes peered up at her heatedly while he waited for her to respond. There was something sinister to his expression, and Quinn knew in that moment that he was asking for her permission to dominate her. Taking in a shaky breath, she looked into his eyes before nodding. "Bend your knees for me," he said softly. When she obeyed him, he slowly rose up until he was looming over her. His fingers lightly trailed down the outside of her thighs before he lifted her legs to press her knees towards her chest. Once he had her bent into position, he inched forward, and gripped his shaft between his fingers so that he could rub the thick head along her slit. He began teasing her in a very deliberate way, and his intent blue eyes watched her face as he moved. Rubbing the knob up and down her slippery gash, he slipped forward to penetrate her with the first few inches before sliding out of her once more to glide between her thighs. He repeated the motion over and over until he she began to tremble, and cry out for him. His blue eyes were intense as he looked down at her. "Do you want me?" he asked her silkily. Quinn's mind was clouded with need. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. "Yes," she gasped. He began rubbing her faster. "Look at me," he demanded. Her jade eyes popped open, and her heart stilled within her when she met his piercing blue gaze. "I want you to say it," he whispered. She couldn't think. All she could do was feel as he continued to tease her with the head of his thick cock. When he slipped inside of her halfway, then abruptly pulled out, Quinn cried out in despair. "I want you!" she moaned in anguish. "Please, Liam!" He was rubbing her creamy folds furiously now. "Say it again," he ordered gruffly. Quinn began to squirm beneath him as her head tossed from side to side. "Oh God," she panted. "Please. I want you. I need it." His blue eyes darkened immeasurably. Pressing his cock tip to her eager opening, he gripped onto her thighs, and rammed into her with all of his strength. A powerful roar seethed out from between his clenched teeth, and it was nearly eclipsed by the intense sound of pleasure that left her throat. The combined sounds were loud within the room, and Liam reached down to cover her mouth before he slammed into her again. His palm muffled the whimper that escaped her, and he paused to relish the sound before roughly thrusting into her even harder. The entire bed moved with the force that he was using, and a soft groan escaped him as he systematically drove into her. She was amazingly wet, and the heat of her clutching around him was making him insane. Removing his fingers from her face, he leaned down to bury his tongue inside of her mouth. When she reached up to hold his head to her, he began jack hammering inside of her. "I fucking need you," he panted. "No one else. Just you." She nodded mindlessly in understanding, and then his mouth was on hers once more. When he reached between them to rub furiously at the most sensitive part of her, Quinn quickly began to unravel. Jerking shakily beneath him, her knees clamped down on his sides, and her fingers tightened in his hair as tremors began to shoot through her. She cried out again and again, but each sound was lost inside of his mouth. She was still pulsating when Liam finally lunged forward, and came inside of her. Collapsing heavily on top of her, he buried his face against her neck. They lay pressed to one another for a moment while trying to catch their breaths, and then Liam slipped to her side, and pulled her against him. Her head burrowed comfortably beneath his chin, and a soft sigh escaped her before she closed her eyes. Liam's mouth opened wide as a yawn escaped him. "You're mine," he reiterated softly. Pressing his lips to the top of her dark head, he squeezed her to him. "I'm never going to let you go." *** It was the sound of her father screaming that woke her. Liam's large frame was pulled from the bed where he had been beside her, and he tumbled to the floor loudly as their father stood over him. "What the hell did you do to my little girl, you sick fuck!?" Quinn's eyes opened with horror. Her gaze lifted to her father's enraged face before she looked at her brother. Liam was still shaking the sleep from his mind, and he didn't seem to understand what was happening. He grasped a hold of the situation quickly when their father kicked out at him hard with one of his boots. Wincing, he scrambled to his feet, and took several steps back. His face hardened as he met his father's livid face. When the older man took a threatening step towards him, Liam met him head on, and shoved him roughly with one of his palms before lifting an angry hand to point at him in warning. "Don't fucking touch me," he bit out coldly. He had managed to shove their father several feet with that small push, and the older man paused hesitantly as he eyed his son's much larger frame. Instead of lunging towards him again, his fists clenched at his sides, and his jaw tightened viciously. His eyes practically bugged out of his head as he pointed towards the door. "I want you out of my house! Now!" he snarled. Liam's expression didn't alter, but he glanced briefly in Quinn's direction before turning to enter the bathroom to make his way into his own room. Their father was quick to follow him. "Get out of my house!" he bellowed again. Liam ignored the shrill demand as he stormed into his bedroom to get dressed. Swiping up his blue jeans from the floor, he hurriedly slipped them on, then closed them. Picking up one of his button down shirts from the edge of the bed, he pushed his arms through it before turning to face his father. He was blocking the door, and Liam waited for him to step aside so that he could leave through it. "How long have you been putting your filthy hands on your little sister?" he growled harshly. Liam's eyes narrowed in response. "Get out of the way," he replied dangerously. "Answer the question, you depraved son of a bitch. How long?" Liam's blue eyes became volatile. "I said, get the fuck out of the way!" His father's fist connected with the side of his jaw making his head turn. He didn't think. He only reacted. Lunging forward, he swung back, and hit his father with such force that his smaller frame fell into the wall before collapsing to the floor. Stepping over his legs, he jerked the door open roughly before walking through it. Stepping down the hall, he descended the staircase hurriedly, and stooped to pick up his shoes before opening the front door. His mother tried to stop him as he was leaving. "I heard yelling. What is going on?" Instead of responding, Liam walked through the door and slammed it closed behind him. Heading towards his car, he got inside of it. With one last lingering look at the house, he started the ignition, and pulled away from the curb with his heart in his throat. *** "I'm calling the police, Miriam!" "You will do no such thing," Quinn's mother replied in aggravation. Turning away from her husband who was pacing the kitchen floor in agitation, her wide blue eyes centered on her daughter's downcast face. "How did this happen?" she wondered softly. Quinn couldn't bring herself to look at her mother. Her slender shoulders lifted in a weak shrug as her only response. Unsure how to proceed, her mother hesitated. "How long has this been going on?" "Not long," Quinn choked out. Her mother lifted a hand to her forehead as she tried to process the situation further. "Were you safe?" she asked next. With a quick shake of her head, Quinn winced when she heard her mother's sharp intake of breath. "You'll have to see the doctor today. I'll call to get you in this afternoon. This cannot wait." Quinn nodded solemnly. She still couldn't bring herself to look at her mother. She was too ashamed. Her father was still walking back and forth across the linoleum floor muttering to himself when suddenly he exploded. "Why the hell didn't you say something? Why didn't you come to us the moment he started touching you?" The Ache of Rapture Ch. 02 Quinn began to tremble as she fought back tears. "I don't know," she whispered. "Honey, what your brother did was wrong. You know that, don't you?" her mother wondered in dismay. Quinn nodded quickly as her chest tightened. "It wasn't just wrong," her father bellowed. "It's sick! How could you have let him do that?" Quinn began to fall apart as she raised her eyes to her father's infuriated gaze. "I didn't!" she sobbed. "I knew it," he seethed. "He raped you, didn't he? That's it! I'm calling the police." When he stormed off in the direction of the telephone, Quinn's mother sighed. "You are not calling the police on our son. We can handle this. He obviously needs help, and he's not going to get it inside of a jail cell." "He doesn't need help. He needs his ass kicked!" he hollered at the top of his lungs. "You let that kid do whatever he wants. It's no wonder this happened!" Her mother scowled in the direction of her father before she shook her head. When she turned back to her daughter, her blue eyes were filled with pain. "Is that true, sweetheart? Did Liam force you?" Quinn returned her gaze fearfully. This was her chance to elude any feelings of guilt. All she had to do was answer in the affirmative, and her parents would stop looking at her as if she were mentally deranged. She hadn't wanted this. Any of this. Her brother had started the entire thing, and if she were honest, what they were asking her was true. He had forced her initially. He had made her do it against all of her objections. Maybe they were right. "I didn't want to do it," she answered honestly. "He wouldn't let me go." Her mother's mouth parted on a gasp as she took in her words. Then after a moment she nodded gravely. "We're going to get him help," she said quietly. "We're going to get help for the both of you." *** "I want you right here waiting for me when school is over." Quinn met her father's harsh gaze, and nodded quickly. Her shaky fingers reached for the door handle so she could get out of the car when his words made her pause. "If you see your brother, stay away from him. Do you understand me?" Nodding again, Quinn opened the car door, and got out. Her stomach clenched for the hundredth time in the past twenty four hours. She felt both mentally and emotionally exhausted. Between her parents relentless interrogation, and her trip to the doctor, she felt like she had been put through the ringer. She didn't think she could handle much more. Her father didn't have anything to worry about. After everything she had been through, she had no desire whatsoever to see her older brother. He had completely abandoned her to the wolves, and she was still monumentally furious. Quinn took the stone steps that led toward the school slowly. Once she had passed through the doors, and was away from her father's accusing eyes, her breath left her in a gust of relief. For the next few hours at least, she had a reprieve from his angry visage. She reached her locker quickly, and tried to brush all that had happened from her mind as she focused on the combination lock. After several failed attempts to get it to open, she let out a growl of frustration, and smacked the metal door with the palm of her hand. The sound of approaching footsteps made her turn her head. When she spotted her brother swiftly coming down the hall, her jade eyes widened, and a feeling of overwhelming panic consumed her. Abandoning her locker, she bolted. Pausing in surprise, he was quick to rush after her. "Quinn!" She managed to reach the end of the hall, and round the corner before he finally caught up with her. Grabbing her arm, he stopped her in her tracks, and turned her to face him. His blue eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. "Why are you running from me?" he demanded. Lowering her gaze, Quinn stared at the tiled floor as her mind raced. "I'm not supposed to be around you," she said quietly. Liam's lips tightened as he looked down at her. "What did they say to you after I left?" She began to fidget in an awkward manner as she stared off to the side. "What do you think they said?" Frustrated that she refused to meet his eyes, Liam reached out to gently turn her towards him. His expression softened when she finally looked at him. "Don't let them turn you against me," he entreated. "They don't understand. They're only going to fill your head with lies." Quinn tried to look away once more, but he wouldn't allow it. "They said you need help," she admitted. "They wanted to know why I would let you do such a thing. I didn't know what to say." A scowl entered Liam's visage. Lifting his hands to cup her face, he brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. "You don't believe that do you?" Quinn took a shaky breath before responding. "I don't know what to believe. I never thought about what would happen if someone actually found out." "Fuck them!" Liam spat out harshly. "It doesn't matter what they think. Don't let them brainwash you." His eyes were pleading as he held her in his grasp. "I love you," he whispered. "Don't buy into their bullshit. They're just trying to pull us apart." When she continued to look up at him wordlessly with a stricken expression, Liam's face grew pained. "You want this too. I know you do. You're just afraid." His eyes searched hers relentlessly while fear filled his frame. "I need you. Don't do this to me," he begged. Quinn's face crumbled before she pulled away from him. "I can't, Liam." Unwilling to let go, Liam lunged forward until his mouth was pressed against hers. His eyes tightened as he unleashed the excruciating pain he was experiencing against her mouth. When she roughly pushed him away, he stumbled back a few feet in surprise. Her eyes quickly darted down the hall to ensure that no one saw before turning to scowl at him in fury. "Don't do that," she whispered angrily. "Someone will see you." It was as if she had slapped him. His chest rose and fell quickly, and he bit down on his lip while his brows furrowed. He was nearing his breaking point, and rather than falling apart in front of her, he opted for making an escape. Turning away from her, he slipped around the corner of the hall, and disappeared from sight. *** His car played sanctuary for the better part of the morning. Cranking up the radio, he let the loud rock music course through his body before taking another swig from the bottle he kept hidden in his glove compartment. The hot liquor coursed down his throat making him burn. He couldn't feel the pain anymore. His chest no longer felt like something was crushing it. He felt good. Tilting his head back against the seat, a small smile tilted his lips. His parents had turned on him without a word spoken between them. His guilt was set in stone in their eyes, and they would never look at him the same. He honestly didn't care. He only needed her. Her words haunted him, and repeatedly coursed through his mind. How could she listen to such garbage? Didn't she care about him at all? She acted as if she almost believed that what their parents had said was true. If he was such a monster then why could he still hear her moaning in his fevered mind? Why could he remember her begging him to thrust inside of her when he wouldn't give her that part of him? She needed to be reminded that he wasn't the only one in this. She wanted him. She just hadn't accepted it yet. It was time that she did. Throwing open the door to his car, he stepped out, and nearly fumbled over his own feet. Quickly catching himself, a small laugh escaped him. Spinning in a circle, he shoved the door closed, and rounded his car to head in the direction of the school. Taking the steps quickly, he shoved the door open, and walked down the length of the hall until he reached the cafeteria. He could already hear the mass of voices that was coming from inside. Reaching the doorway, his fingers lifted to the doorjamb as he peered over the crowded room in search of her. Spotting her at a table near the center of the cafeteria, he zoned in on it before entering the room to approach her. When he placed his palms on the table before her, and leaned over it, her jade eyes widened in surprise. "I want you to get up, and come with me right now," he told her brusquely. Her surprise quickly turned into resentment as she scowled. "I'm not going anywhere with you," she told him pointedly. Liam's eyes narrowed. "You're going to come with me if I have to pick you up, and fucking carry you out of here. Are you sure you want me to do that in front of all of these people?" he asked in a deceptively soft tone. Pinching her lips together tightly, Quinn got to her feet. She refused to look at him as she rounded the table, and made her way across the cafeteria. Once they had passed through the doors, and were standing in the empty hallway, Quinn whirled to face him. "Where are we going?" she asked angrily. Instead of answering her, he grasped her arm in his hand, and began pulling her down the hallway. He didn't stop until he had reached the door of the music room. Ushering her inside, he quickly closed the door behind them, and locked it. When he turned to face her, his gaze had become predatory, and Quinn quickly backed up as he advanced on her. She managed to elude him until she reached the end of the room, but the wall at her back halted her progress. When her shoulders came into contact with it, she gasped. His large frame closed the distance between them, and his hands lifted to the wall on either side of her head before he glared down at her. "Why are you doing this?" he asked softly. Quinn's fearful eyes widened as she looked up into his accusing face. She wasn't sure what to say to him. Swallowing with difficulty, she looked away. "No. Don't hide from me." Slipping his index finger along her jaw, he urged her to meet his eyes again. "This morning you were with me, and now it feels like we've never been further apart. I know it's because of them, because of what they said to you. They told you this was wrong. I know they did." Sliding his fingers along her cheek, he brushed his thumb along her bottom lip in a slow, tantalizing caress. "Tell me it's wrong, Quinn. Tell me it's wrong when I touch you." His blue eyes were heated as they bore into her stricken gaze. They held her captivated while he continued to stroke the soft skin of her mouth. It took her a moment to realize that she had stopped breathing, and when the thought came to her, she exhaled sharply. Her eyes closed while she fought for strength. "Liam, it IS wrong." Drawing closer, he lifted his other hand so that he was cupping her face. His intense blue eyes searched hers for a moment before he scowled. "It doesn't feel wrong. It feels perfect. Like you were meant for me. Can't you feel it?" Lowering his head, his mouth pressed to hers, and urged it to part. A soft sound of distress escaped her as his tongue reached out to slide against hers. When he pulled back his blue gaze was inflamed. "What do you feel when I do that?" he whispered. Quinn frowned. Thinking about it for a moment, she responded hesitantly. "Overwhelmed." Nodding, he reached up to brush the hair back from her face. "I want to try something," he told her. When her gaze grew wary, a small laugh escaped him before he dropped his hands, and shook his head. "Calm down. It's not anything bad." What are you going to do?" Quinn wondered quietly. Pressing his lips together in a grim line, his brows furrowed. "Everyone has been telling you how to feel about all of this. How are you supposed to really know unless you ask yourself. So, we're going to find out." His response brought another frown to her face. "How are we supposed to do that?" Drawing closer, he tilted his head. Their mouths were a breath apart when he responded. "By finding out," he repeated. His lips brushed against hers softly. It was the only part of him that was touching her. After the brief contact, he swayed slightly on his feet while his mouth hovered above hers. "How did that make you feel?" he whispered. Quinn took a deep breath, and tried to describe the sensation. "Light headed." Nodding in understanding, he closed the distance again. When their lips met this time, Liam urged them to open while he stifled a groan. When her tongue came out to meet his, he stroked it gently for a moment before ending the contact. "And now?" Quinn bit her lip while she thought. "You taste like a liquor store," she informed him. "I don't mind though." Her answer made a laugh escape him. "You drive me crazy. You know that?" "Sorry," she said sheepishly. Shaking his head, he leaned in once more. When their lips met, he wrapped a strong arm around her, and pulled her up against him before he deepened the contact. His mouth became urgent, and his kiss grew hungry. By the time he broke away his breath was leaving him in ragged bursts. "How about now?" he panted. Her fingers were digging roughly into his shoulders when she opened her eyes. "It makes me ache when you do that," she admitted in a gasp. "Where?" he pushed. Quinn blushed. "You know where." He wasn't about to relent. "Tell me," he urged hoarsely. "Tell me where." Her cheeks heated further at his prompting. Instead of responding, she took his hand, and showed him by pressing it between her legs. When she bravely lifted her eyes to his the all consuming look of need was apparent on her face. His fingers reflexively pressed against her. "You want me. You ache because that's your body's way of telling you that it wants me inside of it. You want me, Quinn. Why won't you admit it?" Her green eyes grew large in her small face as she looked up at him. "You're my brother," she whispered. "I'm not supposed to want you like this." Liam's forehead dropped to hers. It was the one thing that stood between them. The only thing. He wasn't sure if it was something they could ever overcome, but he didn't care. Lifting his tortured blue eyes to hers his grip on her tightened. "It doesn't change the fact that you do. You want me, Quinn, and I want you. It's not going to stop. Ignoring it won't make it go away. Trust me, I've tried." Quinn shook her head. "If we just stay away from each other..." Liam blanched in surprise. Dropping his hands from her, he leaned back. "Is that really what you want? Would it be better if I just disappeared? If you never saw me again? Would that fix this for you?" He was angry. It was apparent in the tight line of his jaw, and the fierce look in his eyes. "Just tell me you don't want me in your life, and I'll go. You can go back to hiding in closets with Dunham when I'm gone. I'll never bother you again." Clucking her tongue in aggravation, Quinn's shoulders slumped. "That's not what I want." Liam had reached the end of his patience. Running his hands through his dark hair, he fought the desire to pull it out. "Then WHAT do you WANT?" Turning from her, he paced a few feet away before turning back. Stepping forward, he grasped onto her arms, and lowered his head so that he could peer directly into her startled green eyes. "I know that the easy thing to do would be to just pretend like none of this ever happened. I know that you're scared. Do you really want to spend the rest of our lives ignoring the way that we feel just because it's easier? I don't want to do that, Quinn." Quinn's face fell when she realized that it had been exactly what she had wanted. The burning ache that resided low in her stomach was a reminder of how difficult it would be to actually accomplish. She might have had a chance of withstanding all of it with his cooperation. Without it there was no hope. "What else is there to do, Liam? No one is ever going to accept this." Nodding in understanding, Liam's expression grew thoughtful. "You're right. No one will ever really understand. I think there might be a way that we can get around that." A small smile tilted his lips as he met her eyes. "Do you trust me?" *** The look upon their parents face could only be described as shocked disbelief. Their mother was the first one to recover from it. "So, you've been experiencing blackouts?" Liam nodded quickly before lowering his gaze in shame. When he lifted his head, his blue eyes were filled with remorse as he looked from one of his parents to the other. "I hadn't realized that it was happening until the morning that Dad found us. I was extremely confused when I woke up, and I wasn't sure what was going on." His mother's eyes widened while his father scowled. Her mouth parted, but she seemed momentarily at a loss as to what to say. "I know what you must be thinking, but I'm just as horrified by the situation as you are. I never meant for any of this to happen. It was the alcohol. I never would have done any of the things I did if I had been in my right mind." Tilting his dark head, Liam gazed at Quinn with anguish in his gaze before reaching for her hand where it rested on top of the kitchen table. "Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. It's the last thing that I wanted." Quinn's eyes darted to her parents to gauge their reaction. They seemed to be waiting for her response. With a feeling of overwhelming apprehension, she turned back to her brother before clearing her throat. "As long as you're sure that it will never happen again, I think that I can forgive you," she told him weakly. "I swear to you," he promised vehemently. "It will never happen again. I'm done with drinking. I want to be a good person, and a good brother." Turning back towards his parents, Liam became morose. "I only hope that with time I can earn your trust back." "Oh, sweetheart." Rising from the kitchen chair where she had been precariously perched, Liam's mother rounded the table so that she could bend down to wrap her arms around his neck to hug him. "I knew there was a rational explanation for all of this," she whispered tearfully. "I knew my baby boy would never do something so awful." Squeezing him tighter, she rocked on her feet as she held him while Liam lifted his hand to pat her back. Quinn watched the display in amazement. She had no idea that her brother was such an amazing actor. Glancing towards her father, she noticed that his expression hadn't changed one iota. His face seemed doubtful with the scowl still spread across his features. When their mother continued to clutch onto her brother, he finally spoke up in irritation. "There's going to be some changes around here," he announced gruffly. The loud tone of his voice finally broke them apart as their mother straightened, and turned to peer in his direction. "You need some damn discipline. From here on out your party days are over. Do you understand me?" When Liam swiftly nodded, he continued. "There will be no more drinking while you live under this roof. You will go to school, and you will be inside of this house by a decent hour. I've had it up to here with you not taking anything seriously, and you are going to abide by these rules." When Liam made no attempt to rebuke the statement, his father's mouth pressed into a firm line as he glared at him. "You will also no longer be sleeping in the room upstairs. After everything that's happened, you need to get your head on straight. I think it would be best for everyone concerned if you relocated to the basement. Your irresponsible actions have traumatized your sister whether you're conscious of it, or not. She doesn't need to endure anymore stress by living in close quarters with you." "Thank you, Daddy," Quinn chimed in softly. Liam lowered his eyes to the table before nodding again. He hadn't expected that particular stipulation, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. When his father said nothing further, he lifted his gaze, and watched as he rose from the table before turning to exit the kitchen. The Ache of Rapture Ch. 02 His mother pressed a comforting hand to his shoulder making his head tilt back so that he could look at her. "Your father is still angry. Give him time," she said quietly in an attempt to comfort him. "I'll see if I can find some extra blankets. The basement can be chilly in the evenings." When she left the kitchen as well, Liam's eyes widened as he turned to look at Quinn. "I can not believe that worked," he whispered. Shaking her head in amazement, a small smile tilted the corners of her lips. "I'm just as astonished as you are. Who knew you were such a brilliant liar?" "I can be when there's a lot at stake," he admitted. "This is the only way that we can be together. If I have to sleep in the basement in order to keep you from being ripped away from me, then I will." Turning towards him, Quinn became adamant. "We can not risk getting caught again, Liam. If they find out that we've been lying, God knows what they'll do." "It won't be forever," he promised softly. "I'll be in college next year. I can find a place off campus. Some place where we don't have to hide. We just have to lay low until then." Biting her lip, Quinn's brow knitted with worry as she contemplated their future. It all seemed so impossible to her. With a heavy heart, she attempted to give him a reassuring smile, but her mouth trembled when she made the attempt. *** "Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been a lifetime since my last confession because I am not Catholic." There was a moment of silence before the shadowed figure on the other side of the grate cleared his throat. "Why have you come today, my son?" Liam tilted his head as he thought of how to respond. "My parents are punishing me over something they don't understand." "You see church as a punishment?" the priest inquired. Liam snorted. "I see their interference as a punishment." "What was your sin?" Liam paused for the briefest moment before responding. "I'm fucking my little sister." When his words were met with silence, he shook his head. "It's not a sin if you love someone, right father?" "All desires of the flesh are sinful. Only a matrimonial union can bless such events." Liam contemplated that for a moment as a smile tilted his lips. "So, it's alright if I marry her?" "Incestual marriages are prohibited. Your union would never be accepted in the eyes of God. You must immediately desist if you want forgiveness." "I don't need forgiveness, father. I just need everyone to get off my back." "I will pray for your soul, my son." The grate slid closed, and Liam was left alone inside the small confessional. Blinking rapidly, he got to his feet. Pushing the door open, he stepped down from the enclosure, and turned to walk down the aisle to reach the spot where his mother stood. "Is this really necessary?" he asked quietly. Her face was pained as she looked at him. "What would you have me do?" Liam's eyes dropped to the carpeted floor before he lifted them with sincerity. "I told you already that I'm sorry. I promised I wouldn't do it again. Do you really need to punish me for this?" "Sweetheart, forcing your little sister to have sex with you isn't a problem that can just be ignored. You need to understand that what you have done has deeply wounded her for life, and that she will never be the same because of it." Taking a deep breath, Liam sighed. "I do understand. I realize that what I did was wrong, and that I can never take it back, but I am sorry. If I could go back and change it I would." Liam's mother lifted her hand to touch the side of her son's face. "I know that, honey. This is just to make sure that you don't ever do it again." Liam frowned. "I swore that I wouldn't. I had no idea that I was even doing it. Do you really think that I would do something like that if I had been sober?" "Of course not," she assured him. "That would make you some kind of monster, and you're not a monster, sweetie. We're just trying to put you right with God again." Liam threw his arms up in defeat. "We're not even Catholic!" With a heavy sigh his mother gave him a look of patience. "It was either this, or the psychiatrist, and you didn't seem too open to that idea." Running his hand down the front of his face, Liam tilted his head to look at his sister who was sitting quietly in a pew beside them. "You want to help me out here?" he asked in aggravation. Quinn quickly crossed herself by passing her fingers over her torso. "Go with God, Liam." Her lips tightened in an effort to contain her laughter which made Liam's eyes narrow momentarily. Turning back to his mother, his expression became pained. "I fail to see the point in all of this. It's not like I'm going to freak out, and start mauling people." "I'm aware of that, dear," his mother replied. "As soon as your sister has had her turn we can end all this unpleasantness, and head back home." That quickly put an end to Quinn's amusement. "Why do I have to do it?" she wondered. Liam's mouth twisted into a smug smile. "Don't you want to tell Jesus about all the depraved things I've done to you?" His words caused a shocked gasp to escape his mother before she scowled at him. "That is exactly why you need a place like this," she admonished. "This is not a joke to be taken lightly." Realizing he had over stepped his bounds, Liam bit his lip before eyeing his mother warily. "You're right," he relented. "I'm sorry." Her only response was to shake her head at him before turning to gaze at Quinn. "Are you ready for your confession, sweetie?" "No," she replied bluntly. "I have no idea what to say." "It's not that difficult, honey. All you have to do is confess your sins, and the father will bless you. It's as simple as that." Liam's frame deflated as a long breath escaped him. "We're going to be here for a year." Quinn's mouth grew petulant. Crossing her arms, she looked up at her mother defiantly. "I don't want to do it." Her refusal to play along was the last straw. With an exasperated cluck of her tongue, their mother threw her hands up into the air. "How do you expect me to help you children if you fight me every step of the way? Would you rather I let your father handle this? I believe his suggestion was boot camp." Quinn's mouth parted in surprise, and Liam's eyes widened. "No, mom. It's alright. She'll do it. Won't you, Quinn?" Liam hurriedly assured her. Quinn had no choice, but to relent. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. "I guess I'm doing it. Can I have a few minutes to think of what I want to say?" Her mother nodded in agreement. "Take all of the time you need, honey. I'm going to go find the restroom. I should be back before you're finished." Turning to eye her son in warning, she wagged a finger at him. "You behave yourself." Before he could think of a response, she turned around, and headed up the aisle. When she was out of ear shot, Liam grunted beneath his breath. "I'm starting to wonder if we should just run away," he muttered in annoyance. "Liam, I don't know if I can do this," Quinn said softly. "I feel really weird telling a priest that we had sex." Pushing his hands into his pockets, he nodded in understanding. "It's actually kind of fun if you picture his face on the other side of the grate. I wish I had gone into more detail. I could have saved you the trouble by giving the old guy a coronary." His amused grin did nothing to put her mind at ease, and when her expression didn't change his face became sympathetic. "It's going to be alright, baby girl. We just have to get through this, and then we can go home." "Will you go in with me?" she asked nervously. The question made him smile. "I don't think they allow that." When her face fell at his response, he sighed in resignation. "Alright, I'll go in, but lets do it quick before mom gets back." Holding his hand out to her, he waited for her to step from the pew to take it. When they were standing before the confessional door, Liam's gaze quickly darted up the aisle to make sure no one was watching them before opening it. Stepping inside the small, enclosed area, he pulled Quinn in to stand beside him before shutting the door. When they were alone, he looked down at her, and smiled. Wasting no time whatsoever, he tilted his head, and found her mouth with his own. Parting his lips, his tongue came out to stroke against hers as a groan escaped him. When he pulled back, his smile was still firmly in place. "I've wanted to do that since we got here," he told her softly. Leaning forward, he attempted to kiss her again, but at that moment the grate slid open. The sound of it sent Quinn into a flurry of panic. Her green eyes widened in distress, and her knees collapsed beneath her as she sunk to the floor. Gazing down at her, Liam's amusement returned. Tucking his tongue into his cheek, he shook his head before grinning. "It's your turn," he whispered. When her only response was to furiously shake her head at him, Liam stifled a chuckle. Lifting his fingers to cup the side of her face, he brushed his thumb across the softness of her mouth while peering down at her possessively. His attention was quickly distracted by the sound of the priest impatiently clearing his throat. "Uh... Forgive me father for I have sinned. I'm still not Catholic, but I thought of more sins that I would like to confess." His words were met with silence, and then the priest's voice reached him through the screen. "I must admit, son, that I fear for your immortal soul. God is listening. You may proceed." Glancing down at Quinn, Liam took a deep breath. Her large, jade eyes peered up at him trustingly as he continued to stroke her mouth. "I would like to confess that I've lied to my parents," he began slowly. "I made them believe that my actions have been completely innocent when the fact of the matter is that I'm the one who is entirely to blame." "Maybe it is time that you started telling the truth," the priest suggested. Liam shook his head before caressing Quinn's cheek . "I can't do that, father. I wish that I could, but I know how I feel. There is no way that I'm going to be able to stop." Liam's blue eyes roamed over his little sister's beautiful face before settling on the soft fullness of her lower lip. His expression became heated as he fixated on the spot, and with little forethought to the repercussions of his actions, he reached between them to pop open the button to his jeans. The zipper came down slowly between his fingers, and then he reached inside to pull the stiffened length of his shaft from it's confines. Once it was free, he gripped it tightly in his hand while his thumb stroked over a particularly sensitive vein. "Do you think God will forgive me?" Liam wondered softly. Quinn looked up at him with a mixture of shock, and awe. When he began to urge her closer with his fingers while tilting his hips towards her lips, her face contorted with disbelief. Her hand quickly shot out to smack his thigh to show her displeasure. It made Liam grin. "Open your mouth," he pleaded silently. When she refused with a violent shake of her head, Liam tilted his head in supplication as his grin grew wider. "Please, baby?" he begged wordlessly. His lips twisted into a forlorn pout as he looked down at her. It was such an obvious fabrication that Quinn rolled her eyes heavenward before finally relenting. Leaning forward, she closed her eyes, and parted her lips to take the blunt head of his cock inside of her mouth. The feel of her wet warmth surrounding him made a ragged breath escape Liam as his head fell back into the wall. When she began tentatively stroking him with her soft lips, his mouth parted as he fought to keep from moaning aloud. "God always has forgiveness in his heart for those who truly repent." the priest interjected. "You need to pray, my son. Pray long, and hard." "I will, father," Liam gasped. Closing his eyes, he buried his fingers in Quinn's dark hair to steady her movements. Her pace had swiftly increased, and she was now sucking his thick member in earnest while Liam fought with everything in him to not make a sound. "Is there anything else?" the priest inquired. Liam felt as if he were going to swallow his tongue when he made an attempt to strangle out a reply. "No, father," he choked out. "I think I'm good." The grate abruptly slid back into place signaling the end of the discussion, and Liam finally let out the pent up moan that had been trapped inside of him. Lifting his head, he watched in amazement as his sister repeatedly engulfed his swollen cock. "I fucking love you," he breathed in adoration. His words barely made her pause. Her lips were furiously at work. She continued to bob her head up and down his hardened flesh until his fingers tightened in her hair, and a pleasure filled cry escaped him. Slamming his hips forward, he began urgently fucking her mouth by thrusting against her tongue. When a torrent of hot, thick cum began filling her cheeks, Quinn's eyes widened in surprise as she attempted to swallow it all. By the time he had finished she was panting from the effort it had taken to consume every drop. Helping her to her feet, he made quick work of closing his jeans. "I can't believe you did that," she whispered in astonishment. "I couldn't help it. You were practically begging me to with the way you were looking at me." His blue eyes peered around the tiny enclosure they were in before he finally sighed. "I have the feeling this is the only privacy we're going to get for a while. It's a good thing I took advantage of it." Leaning down, he quickly kissed her mouth before turning her to face the door. Swatting her on the behind, he urged her forward. "Lets go find mom, and get out of here." Quinn turned to reward him with a haughty glare, but it only made him chuckle. Pushing open the confessional door, she stepped down, and sighed in relief when she noticed that their mother hadn't returned yet. For the time being at least, their secret was still safe. *** Dinner time could only be described as awkward. With everyone loathe to mention the giant elephant in the room, the meal took place in relative silence. Several times their mother attempted to drag their father into conversation, but his monosyllable grunted responses quickly diffused the idea. Eventually, he left the table altogether which seemed to cause a collective sigh of relief when the tension eased. When the meal came to an end, everyone seemed to drift off to their collective rooms, and Liam headed into the basement to take stock of his. Dropping his folded blanket, and pillow onto the old, grey sofa he looked around. The space left much to be desired. The pipes were creaky, the furnace noisy, and there was a lingering smell of something that resembled mold to his nostrils. The worst part about his new surroundings was that he no longer had access to her. His parents had made sure of that by putting him down here like a prisoner in a dungeon. He was beginning to question the wisdom in coming back here. Collapsing onto the sofa, he slipped an arm beneath his dark head as he gazed up at the rafters above him. Taking a deep breath his eyes drifted closed. His sister's beautiful face immediately popped into his mind, and a small smile tilted his lips. Even in his imaginings she tempted him. Her large green eyes beckoned him closer while her lush mouth twisted into an alluring pout. A soft breath escaped Liam as he reached down to grip himself through his jeans. In his mind she slowly undressed while stricken with need. She moaned his name over and over, and he knew that by the time he reached her that she was ready for him. He was going to be rough with her. A punishment for making him wait so long. For teasing him mercilessly with her body while keeping it from him. He was going to take her slow, and hard. He would make her look at him while he did it so there wouldn't be any doubt in her mind about who it was that was filling her. She was his. Liam's eyes popped open, and a small frown flitted across his face. She was his. So, why the fuck was he in the smelly basement rubbing one out to a fantasy of her when the real thing was waiting for him upstairs? She wanted him. The idea still amazed, and thrilled him. She actually wanted him. How he had managed to accomplish such a feat still had him reeling. Would this forced distance make her stop? The thought terrified him. Their new relationship was tenuous at best, and the thought that she could slip through his fingers sent a ripple of fear through him. He couldn't just lay here, and allow that to happen. He needed her. Nothing else mattered. *** Quinn pulled the light tank top over her head before bending down to pick up her discarded clothes. Carrying them to the hamper, she dropped them inside, and turned to enter the bathroom. The upstairs seemed eerily quiet without the sound of her brother's television blaring from the adjoining room. He had always kept it on, and it's rare silence only reminded her of how much things had changed. They were lovers now. Her first, and only, and it was her brother. How did that happen? It seemed like just days ago they were fighting like cats, and dogs just like every other pair of siblings did. Now he was her lover. The cruel, abrupt way that he had taken her virginity quickly flashed through her mind, and she frowned. That was how it had happened. The thought suddenly sent a spark of irrational anger coursing through her. She hadn't wanted it then. So, why did it appeal to her so much now? She had to admit that a great deal of it had to do with his touch itself. He awakened things inside of her that she didn't even know existed. Their interactions were raw, and carnal. His touch made her feel as if though she were being consumed by fire. He also had said that he loved her. Somehow that made it feel different. Was it really so wrong to be with someone when they loved you? She wasn't sure anymore. He was her brother. She would always love him. She just wasn't sure if it was in that way. There was one good thing about their forced separation. It was going to give her time to figure it out. Taking a deep breath, Quinn let out a sigh. She had just reached over to pick up a face towel from the rack beside the counter when she jumped from the feel of her brother's powerful arms slipping around her. Letting out a startled cry, her heart skipped several beats as he buried his face against her neck before squeezing her to him. "It's lonely in the basement. I missed you," he murmured softly. Resting her hands on top of his, Quinn's eyes widened before darting to their reflection in the bathroom mirror. "You can't be up here, Liam," she gasped. "They're going to catch you, and then everything we did will be for nothing." A groan of anguish escaped his lips, and then he squeezed her tighter. "I know. I just needed to touch you. I was going insane down there. I hate this." "You're the one that said we have to be patient," she reminded him. Lifting his head, a smile tilted his lips as he peered down at her. "I am being patient, baby girl," he chuckled. "I've been standing here for almost thirty seconds, and you still haven't kissed me." Quinn tilted her head back, and rolled her eyes at the arrogant amusement that was so obviously displayed on her brother's face. With a begrudging smile of her own, she lifted onto her toes, and allowed him to lean down to kiss her. His lips brushed against hers gently, and then they parted before his tongue came out to sweep through the recesses of her mouth. Lifting his palm, he cupped her face in his hand to hold her in place then delved deeper before emitting a groan.