House of Sin (30 Nights of Sinful Pleasure)

I turned nineteen in March. The wedding was in April. By September I knew when Nico was in the hall at night. I knew the way he looked at my mouth at dinner.

He was twenty-eight. My mother’s new husband’s son. Tall. Quiet. Not shy. Just quiet.

Friday they went out. Anniversary. Mum took forever in the mirror. Nico said he had work. I said I had school work. Both of us were lying. The front door shut. The house felt too big.

I stayed in my room twenty minutes. Then I went to the kitchen in the shorts he always looked at. No panties. I told myself it was hot in the house. It was not that hot.

Only the small light over the counter was on. I filled a glass like I came for water. Ice fell in the freezer and I jumped.

Then everything went off.

No light. No fridge noise. Just dark. I put my hand out and hit the counter.

“Nico?”

He didn’t talk first. His hand covered my mouth. His arm locked around my waist and pulled me back into him. He was already hard. I felt it on my back, thick, through his pants. He came downstairs like that.

“Don’t scream.”

He pushed me into the counter until it hurt my hips. His other hand went down my shorts and straight on my pussy. I had nothing on under there. He felt how wet I was and his breath caught.

I was wet before he touched me. I hated that.

“You’ve been walking around the house like this.”

He pulled the shorts down. They stopped at my knees. Cold air. Then two fingers went inside me. It made a wet sound in the dark. I tried to close my legs. He didn’t let me. His thumb rubbed my clit the same way I do when I’m alone.

“Say you want it.”

“I don’t—”

“You do. Say it or I stop.”

I should have let him stop. I didn’t.

“I want it.”

I heard his belt. His zip. The head of his cock pressed against me, hot, wet from me. He didn’t wait. He pushed in hard and filled me in one go. I went up on my toes. It hurt. It stretched. I bit his hand.

He fucked me like the lights could come back any second. Short. Deep. The counter hit my hips. I could hear how wet I was. I could hear him in my ear. When I came I didn’t mean to. I shook. I made a sound into his hand I didn’t want him to hear.

“Fuck.”

He slammed in and came. Hot. Thick. I felt every pulse fill me up.

He didn’t pull out at first. He put his phone light between my legs. I saw his cock still in me. I saw his cum already running out around him onto the floor. He looked at it. Then he pulled out and pushed two fingers of it back inside me.

“Leave it. Walk to your room like that.”

I pulled my shorts up. They were wet and dark before I got to the hall. His cum ran down my thigh with every step.

I shut my door. I didn’t lock it.

I lay on my back in those same shorts. They were wet through. His cum was still leaking out of my pussy, warm at first, then cold on my thigh. Every time I moved, more of it ran out into the shorts.

I told myself I would get up and wash.

I didn’t.

I slept in his cum. Shorts on. Legs messy. Door unlocked.

That’s how The First Night ended.

That’s how The second Night started in my head I woke up still sticky, and I still didn’t tell anyone.