Behind Closed Doors (5 page)

Chapter 2

One Week Later

As they pulled to a stop, Ramona peered out of the backseat window of the hired car that had driven them to their "getaway" and nearly burst into tears. The black sedan had parked in front of a tiny hunting cabin, in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere, many hours drive from civilization.

"They can't be serious," she gasped. She looked over to where Darrien had been sitting beside her. He was gone. Heaving a loud sigh, Ramona opened her door and stepped out onto the dirt road, if she could even remotely call it a road. It was more of a narrow dirt path, just large enough to allow a passing truck through.

"That's all of them," the driver said to Darrien who was now closing her door behind her.

"Okay thanks," Darrien gave the driver - a tall, dark-haired lanky fellow - a nod.

Wait a second!
Was the driver going? He couldn't be serious about leaving them there. A feeling of panic started to overwhelm her. She tried to reopen the car door, but the driver had already gotten back inside the car and had locked the doors.

"No! You can't just leave us here!" She slapped at the passenger side window with the palm of her hand as the car shifted into gear and pulled away. The sound of laughter had her spinning around to glower at the source: Darrien. "You're stuck here too you know, or haven't you noticed that?"

He quit chuckling, but the amused gleam in his eyes remained. "True, but knowing
you
hate it so much, is making
me
enjoy it all the more." Picking up the one large hiking bag that belonged to him, he began to walk to the front door of the cabin.

She looked down at the two large heavy suitcases she'd packed, grabbed the handles -thanked God they had wheels on them - and reluctantly followed behind him. By the time she had both suitcases up the stairs and into the main room of the cabin Darrien had already finished his exploration of the place. Not that it would have taken him long, it was pathetically tiny.

"How bad is it?" she asked already knowing the answer. The inside of the cabin reminded her of a kitchenette suite at a Travelodge; a small kitchen area, main room, bedroom and bathroom. Not exactly what she was accustomed to. "There's only one bedroom," she pointed out, dismayed.

He grinned from the futon he had plunked himself on in the main room. "Consider yourself lucky there is running water and electricity."

"I'd damned well walk back if there wasn't," Ramona threatened.

Darrien gave her a look that said he highly doubted that. And he was right. She didn't even know where they were. She'd slept the majority of the ride there. Ramona pulled her mobile phone from the outside pocket of her beige cashmere overcoat and turned it on. "No signal," she groaned.

Again, Darrien laughed.

Feeling defeated, Ramona walked over to the plain black futon and flopped down beside her brother. "What are we going to do?" She finally asked glancing up at him."

"Did you pack a swimsuit?"

Ramona hesitated, "Three... Why?"

"Well... This is the cabin dad and I used to come to occasionally when I was a kid. If I recall correctly, there should be a lake just outside that back door and it's a nice summer day..."

Ramona crinkled her nose up at him, "but wouldn't there be... well, you know...
animals
in it?"

Darrien huffed and turned towards her on the futon, "Are you really
that
much of a princess, Ramona?"

Giving her a final look of disgust, he stood, grabbed his bag and strode towards the only bedroom in the cabin.

"Where are you going?" Ramona asked.

"Going into
my
bedroom to get changed," he responded, slamming the door behind him.

His bedroom? Where am I supposed to sleep?
She wondered, as her eyes skimmed over the modest living, dining and kitchen combo room she was sitting in. She looked down at the well worn futon under her.
Oh, hell no!
There was
no
way she was sleeping on
that
thing! Who gave him the right to say who got the bedroom anyhow? A real man would offer it to the lady, not claim it for himself!

Fuming, Ramona marched to the bedroom door and flung it open, without bothering to knock. "Oh, we
really
have to have a little talk about the sleeping…" Her eyes widened as she peered at the thickest cock she'd ever seen, aside from in the odd porno movie.

What amazed her, apart from the size of his dick, was how sexy he looked naked. How did that happen? He'd moved out of the mansion when he graduated high school and started attending college. She was certain he wasn't hot when he'd left. He was just - Darrien.

Granted, she hadn't seen much of him since then, but he seemed to have gone from the awkward teen that had a thing for her, to the man who stood before her now in one smooth transition. He was the kind of man that made her wet just looking at him. His body was lean, with nicely-defined muscles throughout his broad shoulders, chest and abs and with thick, powerful thighs.

The only word that seemed to come to mind at that moment was,
Wow!

She couldn't believe how the suits he normally wore did him such an injustice.

Ramona couldn't help herself from wanting to run her hands over his gorgeous stomach and chest. She could feel her panties dampening just thinking about how good that thick rod of his would feel thrusting into her. A wave of desire flooded over her, sending her pulse racing.

Darrien didn't seem fazed by the fact his sister was standing open-mouthed, watching as he pulled on his swim trunks. "I don't see a problem with the sleeping arrangements in the least."

She planted her hands on her hips and looked fiercely at him. "I am
not
sleeping on that futon, while you get the one bedroom and
only
bed." She stabbed a finger in his direction. "If anything,
you
should be the one on the futon, you're the man!"

With a shrug, Darrien brushed past her smirking as he headed for the door, "I'd be happy to share."

"I am
not
sharing," Ramona stated following him out the back door.

"I guess it's the futon for you then. I'm fine with either scenario. Just keep in mind I
always
jack off in bed before going to sleep."

"Wha-what?" Ramona spluttered, as they made their way to the lake a hundred feet or so, from the back door of the cabin. "Well, it's
not
going to be a problem, since you'll be on the futon."

In response, she received yet another shrug from Darrien. He paused at the water's edge, and then dove into the lake without another word to her. He reappeared a minute or two later at the far end of the lake.

"Darrien, we need to discuss this!" she shouted after him.

He made a motion to his ear indicating he couldn't hear her. The grin on his face indicated otherwise.

"Asshole, can you hear that Darrien!" she shouted, "A-S-S-hole!"

Darrien shook his head once more, and shrugged his shoulders. He seemed to dismiss her then and dove back under the water.

A deep growl rumbled in the back of her throat. He
was
going to talk to her. She looked down at the grey pants suit she was wearing, huffed and stormed back into the cabin. Once in the cabin she went straight for her suitcases. Opening one of her cases, she rummaged through it until she found a pink string bikini and quickly changed into it.

****

Darrien couldn't help laughing as he watched Ramona storm back into the cabin. She was going to be miserable for the next week. And he
loved
that fact. When their parents made the announcement, he hadn’t expected a resort, but he had to admit he also hadn’t expected to be dropped off
here
, in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.

Ramona seemed to have had the idea in her head that they were going to a Club Med type of getaway; the sort she could consider a vacation. He had no idea what she was going to be doing for entertainment with no cell phone, no television and no parties to attend. He, on the other hand, had a number of books that he had been dying to read for some time now. This trip gave him just the opportunity to relax and unwind.

If
Ramona would let him.

Dunking under the water, he re-emerged and was startled to see Ramona come strutting out of the back door and towards the lake, in a very revealing pink bikini. In truth, he wasn't even sure if he could call it a bikini. One sudden movement from her and he'd get a perfect little show of those nice, large firm tits of hers.

I could live with that
, he decided.

He swam over to the bank where she was standing as she dipped a tentative toe into the water.

"Don't touch me," she warned as he came closer.

"Don't flatter yourself." Truth be known, his cock had gotten good and hard from the moment she emerged from the back door wearing that contraption she called a bathing suit. The way her breasts bounced with each step made him yearn to suck one of those already taut nipples. Her breasts were much more than a handful, but that was fine by him, he loved the larger ones. More to play with.

She jerked her foot back out of the water. "Shit, it's cold."

"You just need to jump on in," he advised, knowing there was no way in hell she was coming into the water. So he did what any other man would do if given this splendid opportunity. Darrien took hold of her ankle and calves and pulled her forward.

With a shriek, Ramona fell into the lake, hard. Darrien winced as her body connected with the water, creating a loud splash. He imagined the impact would sting a little - maybe a lot. For a moment, he felt a sliver of remorse.

She eventually resurfaced - just over a foot away from him - spewing a list of obscenities that would make even a Marine blush. Her yapping at him made Darrien remember why he’d done it in the first place. The sliver of remorse he had felt rapidly faded.

Luckily for him his ears weren't registering her words, because all of his focus was put into watching her now exposed breasts as the water cascaded over them. She was so furious with him; she failed to even acknowledge that she was no longer wearing the top half of her suit.

Her dark nipples had become rock solid from the cold water. The urge to roll those large, tight nipples between his fingers was almost unbearable. It was like watching his personal pornography version of 'Baywatch.'

Being called 'fuck-nuts' brought his attention back to what she was saying. She was glaring at him, her green eyes stormy and the heat in them - even if it was caused by anger - was so damned sexy he could barely breathe. His dick demanded he do something, immediately.

Placing a hand at the nape of her neck, he drew her forward and against his rigid body. His mouth came crashing down onto hers, with force and determination. His hand grasped one of the breasts he had been admiring, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingertips, while the other hand cupped her ass and brought her tight against his erect cock.

Surprised, she gave into his demanding lips, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. But, seconds later she seemed to have come to grips with what was happening, and placed the palms of her hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away.

Her attempt was feeble at best.

He had seen the look in her eyes when she walked in on him in the bedroom. Darrien knew the expression on her face had been one of lust for what she had seen. Of course, he was also playing on the fact that his sister was a little nympho. She wanted something to occupy her time; well, he had a throbbing cock that was more than happy to keep her entertained.

Ramona gasped, her finely manicured fingernails clawing at Darrien's back as his lips travelled down her neck. "What do you think you're doing," she managed to squeak out, just as his mouth captured one of her hardened buds. She arched her back for him. His teeth nipped at it, making her body quiver against his.

"Giving us both what we want," he growled as his lips travelled to the second bud and began to suck.

His hand pulled the thin string of the bikini bottom aside so he could have full access to her soft, warm pussy. He eased two fingers into her, testing and teasing. With her back arched, her long wet brown hair cascading down her back, she began to grind her pelvis against his cock.

"We can't do this," she protested again, but her protest was cut off when his fingers began to rub the inner wall of her pussy. Stroking and fuelling her desire. He felt her muscles clench around his hand as her hips rubbed against him with greater abandon.

Her moans increased in both frequency and volume.

His cock and balls were so hard they were beginning to ache - demanding release. In answer to her protest, he pulled his fingers out of her quivering pussy and swiftly pulled his cock from his swim trunks.

Claiming her lips again, he rubbed the long length of his hard dick along her slit.

Ramona moaned and bucked against him.

Positioning his cock at the entrance of her moist heat, he teased her clit and opening with its head. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," he growled in her ear.

"Darrien, we can't," she protested, as her tongue teased the side of his neck. Ramona looked into his brown eyes, her green ones filled with a deep-seated hunger. She was fighting her desire, but it was a losing battle.

"Tell me, Ramona." Darrien repeated as he pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy a second time.

She wrapped her legs tight around his waist, urging the head of his dick into her. "You win. Yes. Fuck me Darrien! I want your cock now!"

He swung her around, pressing her back firmly against the bank of the lake.

Darrien's mouth came crashing down on hers again, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth. As their tongues duelled, he thrust hard up into her. "Fuck, you feel good," he moaned, pulling out and filling her once more.

Her pussy took him in fully, to the hilt. It tightened around his length as he began to make hard, forceful thrusts into her. Years of anger, hurt and resentment went into each and every thrust as he buried his cock deep within her.