The Fixer-Upper (closed)

I stood back and grinned at my efforts. Despite being on the floor we would sleep comfortably enough. I heard Tommy walk up behind me and turned around, about to ask him if he had packed his own pillow and froze.

"Y-you still wear pyjamas to bed, yeah?" I asked licking my lips as my stomach flip flipped. I shook my head at the stupid comment and dashed past him, retrieving my own towel. A stack of underwear tumbled out as I did and I swore under my breath, shoving it back I quickly and grabbing my pyjamas. I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, shaking my head at the way my body reacted to his. It was beyond inappropriate. But when he stood there, all clean and muscle and dripping water. Fuck.

I had a ridiculously cols shower and dressed in my pyjamas, listing all the things I wanted to do tomorrow. By the time I rejoined Tommy in the lounge room I was much calmer.

"So, what we watching?"
 
Naomi’s query about my pajamas was curious enough, but the way she licked her lips as she eyed me, in nothing but a towel, certainly sent my mind spiraling into the gutter.

Not that it wasn’t already there. The sight of her lithe, sweaty body as she stretched out across the mattress had fueled my showertime fantasies. She was quickly headed off to get a shower for herself, and I took the opportunity to find my own pajamas, out in my luggage in the garage. I slipped on a pair of boxer-briefs and a tee-shirt.

I had given up on proper pajamas a while ago. I went back into the house and slipped under the sheet on the mattress. It was way too hot for a comforter or blanket, after all. I had brought my computer bag in, and I set up my laptop and started looking through the handful of DVDs I had brought along. I already had it ready to go when she came out and asked what we were watching. The movie I put in was one we had watched a number of times before.

“Cruel Intentions,” I told her. “It’s been a while.”
 
"Cruel Intentions!" I jumped onto the mattress and settled in beside him, unreasonably relieved that he was wearing a shirt. I remembered when we were younger and mum refused to let us watch it. I had borrowed a copy from a friend and Tommy and I had sneaked into the shed out the back to watch it together. A sense of nostalgia washed over me and I grinned.
"I missed you," I said, nudging him with my elbow. "Ha! I feel like a naughty teenager all over again!"
 
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I smiled. “I missed you too,” I said. The laptop was sitting next to her, and I grabbed a couple of her pillows to prop myself up a bit as I laid on my side. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable way to watch a movie, but it would do for this first night.

I reached over her, and had to rest my arm on her hip to press play on the laptop. My eyes definitely lingered over her body for a moment as the movie started up. Her bare smooth legs were on display, and the tiny boxers she wore seemed to hug her butt in just the right way. I didn’t pull my arm away immediately.

“At least this time we don’t have to worry about getting caught,” I said with a smirk. “Remember when Mom found your copy of this movie?”
 
"Oh my gosh yes!" I said, laughing as the memory flooded back. "She as so pissed! I got grounded for what, ages? Lucky she didn't know you had watched it with me otherwise I would have been in even bigger trouble. I bet she knew because she watched it herself." I said.

The movie started and I stopped talking, watching the screen with interest. After a while My phone rang and I jumped, the sound piercing through the movie and shocking me back to reality. I slid off the mattress and looked around, trying to figure out where I left it. After another two rings and a bit of shifting stuff around I managed to find it under one of my bags. I smiled when I saw my Mum's name on the caller ID. Speak of the devil!

"Hi Mum!" I said after I answered it, turning to Tommy and gesturing to the phone and grinned.

"Honey! I thought you would have called earlier. Chris hasn't heard from Tommy either," Mum said, a hint of reproach in her tone.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. We both got here and got in fine. We got to work right away. There's a fair bit to do here. I know you said it was a fixer upper but..." I trailed off.

"Yes, well, nothing we're sure you two cant handle," Mum said off-handedly. "So hopefully you are settling in okay then? Getting things set up. Chris said Tommy's bed delivery got delayed, it should be there in a few days. There was a couch left behind by the previous owners though?"

"Ugh, that thing. Yes," I said, giving the grotty excuse for a couch a look of pure disdain.

"At least there is somewhere Tommy can sleep. Just put an extra sheet over it, it should be fine."

I walked over to the couch and kicked it, the smell of stale beer and years of misuse wafting up. I was going to tell Mum thatI wouldn't let my worst enemy sleep on that bed but I stopped myself. What would she do if she knew Tommy and I were sharing the mattress? It wasn't a big deal really. Just sleeping. I didn't want to alarm Mum though so I kept my mouth shut.

"Yes, well, Tommy was fine with sleeping on the couch," I said, turning to my step-brother and winking, hoping he would play along with the lie. "But when his bed gets here we're replacing it. And the fridge. And we need furniture."

Mum sighed.

"Yes, yes, you have my credit card..." Her voice was exasperated. "We factored the furniture and everything into the cost. Try not to go too over the top though please Naomi."

"Me?" I said in mock outrage. "Over the top? Never!"

"I mean it Nay."

Now it was my turn to sigh.

"I promise Mum. I would only buy things that I would be willing to pay for myself. Satisfied?"

"Uh, no. That is not reassuring at all," Mum said making me laugh.

"Right, well, Tommy and I are watching a movie. I need an early night after today so I better get going. Hey," I turned to Tommy, "Wanna speak to your Dad?"

I wasn't sure if he would, but the offer was there at least. We were getting close to the best bits of the movie and I was eager to resume it.
 
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I reached across her to pause the movie when her phone started ringing, and I had to smirk to myself a little bit as I watched her stretch out from the bed, reaching across the floor towards her bags, shifting things about in search of her phone. From where I was lying on the bed, I had a glorious view of her butt in those little boxer shorts, the back of them riding up just enough that I caught a glimpse of the curve of her firm butt cheeks hidden beneath.

It was a sight that sent a rush of blood to my loins. I was lying on my side though, so my arousal wouldn’t tent the sheet I was under. I felt dirty getting aroused by her, but after the last month, ever since my relationship with Julie had gone down in flames, I guess I was just easily aroused by any kind of female presence!

“Uh, sure, yeah I’ll talk to Dad.” Me and my Dad weren’t big talkers at all, especially on the phone, so it was a short conversation. I was eager to get back to the movie as well; the scene with Sarah Michelle Gellar and her protege, having a picnic in the park, was about to start. It was one of my favorites.
 
Once again I had underestimated just how sexual the movie was. As I sat on the bed with Tommy and watched the characters teasing each other I did my best to pretend to play it cool, to not squirm about. When it finished I was somewhat relieved.

"I'd forgotten how... Good that movie was." I said, getting up and stretching. I went into the bathroom and got ready for bed before returning to the mattress and laying down, trying to get the tension between Kathryn and Sebastian out of my head.

"So, excited about this new stage of your life?" I asked Tommy, sighing in relief as I drink into the comfort of the bed.
 
I had made sure I kept my distance on the bed from Naomi while we watched the movie, because I found myself sporting a hard-on at multiple points throughout the film. Uncomfortably so. But they subsided. She asked if I was excited about starting this new phase of my life.

I nodded. “Yeah, I think so,” I said, propping myself up on an elbow as we laid on the bed facing each other. “Honestly, it’s been a rough last month or so, and I’m kinda relieved to be away from it all and… moving on.”

“So… Is it really all it’s cracked up to be? College life, I mean. You’ve been here two years now. I’m sure you got some tips for incoming freshman, huh?” I asked her, reaching out to her under the sheet, grasping her hip and shaking her a touch, playfully.
 
"For an incoming freshman, hmm..." I said in mock thoughtfulness, with a little laugh as he shook my hips. I rolled my eyes. "Let me think. Don't drink, don't do drugs, do all of your work a week before it is due and stay away from frat parties." I gave him a smile and rolled onto my back, looking up at the dirty spotty roof.

"In all honesty it's not that bad, kinda fun sometimes. You'll meet some good people. You'll meet some shit people... I've had kind of a crap couple of months too, to be completely honest. I am glad it is summer break time. I was hoping to go home and spend some time with Mum but.. well, you know how that worked out. It's good you're here though."
 
I smirked. “So, don’t have any fun?” I asked with a chuckle. I already had a taste for beer, and I knew that wasn’t going to change any time soon. It pained me to hear that she had had a rough couple of months. A possessive, protective feeling shot through me.

When she rolled onto her back, I drank in the sight of her. I couldn’t help it. Her pert breasts stood proud atop her chest, and her nipples were just barely showing themselves through her thin tank top. I felt myself growing hard once again.

“Well, hey, whatever it is… maybe we can work through it together?” I suggested.
 
I looked back at Tommy, touched by the warmth in his words.

"I don't know that there is much you can do," I said, giving him a gentle smile, "But being here is more than enough. Sorry to hear you had a crap time too- final exams and graduating high school can be pretty full on. Hopefully our parents didn't put too much pressure on you?"
 
I shook my head. “No, no, that was the easy part, I passed with flying colors,” I said.

I laid myself on my back, partly to keep myself from staring at my step-sister’s chest. “I guess when you find out that someone who told you they loved you was really fucking your best friend…”

I took a deep breath. I had never actually said those words aloud. They stung even more than before.
 
I could hear the pain in those words.

"Oh Tommy!" I said, rolling onto my side to look at him with a frown. "That seriously sucks. Are you okay?" I reached out, placing a hand on his chest in comfort.
 
“I’ll be okay,” I said. Her hand on my chest felt nice. I took a deep breath. I turned my head and looked at her. “So yeah, I guess starting a new phase is just what I need. I may have some trust issues but..."

I rolled onto my side to face her, capturing her hand in my own. I didn’t want to lose that physical contact with her. “So what’s made your last couple of months so rough?” I asked her, squeezing her hand in mine.
 
His hand felt nice around mine; strong, warm and protective. What he had said about starting new phases and trust issues. Well, I could understand that. When he asked about my troubles memories tumbles back and I felt my eyes prickling. I blinked a few times to clear them away and smiled sadly.

"L-look, it was nothing really. Just typical college stuff. I've had such a good day though, I don't want ro ruin it by getting into everything. Thank you though, for asking. Here's to new phases, right?" I said, voice thick as I tried to brush it off. I let out a large yawn and then giggled. "God, I'm beat," I said.
 
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“Me too,” I agreed. Her sadness broke my heart to witness, but I knew I couldn’t push her. Instead I shut the computer screen, our only remaining light, and under the sheet my hands found her body and I pulled her into a snuggled, spooning embrace. I lay behind her and she had her back to me.

My crotch was nestled perfectly against her butt, but… I wasn’t about to start anything there. The darkness, and our own tiredness, quickly lulled us to slumber.
 
As Tommy shut the computer down I rolled over, facing away and fighting back my emotions. The room went dark and I was thankful for the cover. Nights always seemed to be the worst for me. I wasn't sure if it was because I was tired and not as good as keep up my defences, or because it was around the time that everything happened. Either way, I was glad to be going to sleep.

I felt the mattress shift behind me and Tommy pressed his warm body against mine, fitting himself to the curve of my curled position. My body instinctively stiffened at the unexpected contact, my breath hitching. I closed my eyes and forced my body to relax. He was trying to comfort me. I ignored the little part of me that wondered if it was entirely appropriate, but I put that down to the fact that the tension from Cruel Intentions still writhing in my mind. It felt nice; Tommy's warmth, his strong body encapsulating mine. He was someone who cared about me, providing comfort in the only way he could right now. I pushed away any misgivings and settled back against him.

I drifted off to sleep quickly, my body tired and my mind relaxed for the first time in many weeks.

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I was suffocating. Gagging. Tears streaming down my face as a hand pushed me forward. I tried to cry out, tried to scream, but it was impossible. I used my hands to push back. It was like pushing against a solid brick wall. I dug my nails in, piercing skin. Callous chuckles filled the room and my hands were snatched away, pinned back. Laughter echoed all around me and the tears came faster. My throat burned and I closed my eyes, struggling, wanting to escape my own body. My vision blurred

I woke with a gasp. I was shivering despite the warmth of the night and covered in cold sweat. I looked around, heart thundering as it took a minute for me to realise where I was.

Safe. In my new home.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and looked at Tommy, sleeping beside me. My tired eyes prickled with shame and guilt and I slid out of bed, not wanting him to hear the pathetic sobs that tumbled from my lips. I padded over to the kitchen to get a drink and tried to get myself under control. I started with some slow, deep breaths.

Just a nightmare. Just memories.

I wasn't there in that room anymore. They weren't holding me down anymore.

My shoulders shook as I leaned against the bench.

When would this stop? It had been weeks now and I couldn't shake it. Every time I thought I had some measure of control over it, it came back with a vengeance.

I stood there for a while longer, looking out of the kitchen window blankly.

It would be okay. I would be okay.
 
The change in weight on the bed was what roused me from a dreamless slumber, and my eyes blinked wearily open in time to see Naomi getting up from the bed.

Probably just using getting something to drink, I assumed, watching her in silence as she made her way to the kitchen.

My mind doesn’t turn off easy. I lay there, listening. I could hear her deep breaths. She hadn’t returned after getting her drink. I was beginning to piece together that something… unfortunate had happened to her. Something that she didn’t want to talk about. And to be fair, who was I, really, to assume that she should share it with me? A step-brother she hadn’t seen in a year? Sure, we were close, but… I wasn’t going to push her to share something she didn’t want to talk about.

But after a bit of time had passed, and she still hadn’t returned, I figured I had better check on her. I rolled off the bed and stood up and made my way to the kitchen, forgetting for the moment that I was wearing only a tee shirt and boxer shorts.

“Naomi?” I said softly from the entryway. “What’s going on?”
 
I froze when I heard Tommy's voice, my stomach clenching and cheeks flushing in shame. I bit my lips unable to find a way to explain this. Normal everyday issues didn't keep most people up at night,didn't turn them into a sobbing mess in the bathroom. I couldn't turn to face him, I was too embarrassed.

"I fucked up Tommy,"I managed to croak, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. "I-I went to a party. Drunk t-too much... My f-friends and I went to the basement with some guys we'd just met. I didn't realise my girlfriends had snuck off with a guy until I was left... O-on my own."

The words sounded so pathetic, I hated saying them. I sounded just like some stereotypical college movie, or rape prevention trope. But I'd never told anyone before, and was surprised at the slipperiness of them.

"I tried to get away Tommy. I did.... They were too strong..." Memories of trying to escape those three bastards tore through my mind and I let out a heaving sob. "I-m okay Tommy... Just go back to bed... I'm okay." I lied. I couldn't believe he was seeing me like this, I had never felt so ashamed before in my life. The tears started to fall again and I wish the darkness around us would swallow me whole.
 
As I listen to her words, my hands ball into angry fists. My face darkened at the thought of her being subjected to such treatment. Such abuse. I knew she wasn’t okay.

I stepped towards her slowly, my own guilt fueling my anger at her ordeal. It wasn’t all that long ago that I had been one of “those guys”, “those bastards”, taking advantage of a drunk tease of a girl at an after-prom party. It hadn’t been my proudest moment.

But the worst was the arousal that was inspired within me by the thought of my step-sister’s molestation. Her rape.

“What did they do to you?” I asked, my hand gingerly finding the small of her back. “Who are they?”
 
Tommy's hand on my back felt good, grounding. It was warm and his words were filled with concern. My heart was still racing, and my hands still shaking.

"They didn't-" I stopped, shaking my head, "I'm still a virgin.. They didn't take that," It was the one reprieve she had, the fact that there was something still sacred that she had to give to the person of her choosing. One thing they hadn't torn from her. "The police came before they... they finished. Not for me. The guys heard the sirens and bolted. It was lucky they were so worried. The cops didn't come to the basement... they had just come to break up the party."

I took a deep breath, turning to face him, yet not quite ready to meet his eyes. As I turned his hand transferred to my hip by default.

"They just left me there Tommy. In the basement. My clothes were all torn and crumpled I had cu- sticky stuff everywhere... I just-... Like a piece of trash. Like I was nothing."
 
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Her words stung in ways she would never know, and I don’t think I could ever explain. I knew exactly what she meant, because I had seen that look, that emptiness, in Amber’s eyes on prom night. She had been my date. A friend of my ex-girlfriend, who knew I had been cheated on, and was trying to do something nice for me. Who knows, maybe she even liked me.

But I was so filled with anger and hate. When the booze started flowing, I encouraged her to drink with me. There had been other substances involved. I gave her twice what I gave myself…

I shook my head, pulling Naomi into my arms. “You’ll be okay,” I told her, though I wasn’t so sure… about either of us. Although her admission of virginity was unexpected, it was also somewhat of a relief. Although from the sounds of it, what they had done to her was just as bad. And I knew I wasn’t getting all of the story.

The image of her on a cold basement floor, covered in cum, used and abused, was at the forefront of my mind. I couldn’t push it out of my head. As I stood there holding her, there was a rush of blood to my loins.
 
"I'll be fine," I echoed his words and the same thing I had been saying to myself earlier. "I haven't told anybody... About all of this," I gestured around vaguely. "please don't yell Mum.. I couldn't stand it if she knew... What would she think of me?"

I sighed, rubbing my eyes and looking up at Tommy now.

"I'm sorry I woke you. Look, we should go back to bed," I said. I took this hand and led him back to the mattress, before letting go and sinking back into my spot which had gone cold. "Lots of work to do tomorrow..." I gathered my courage and tried to ignore it all again. I could do this.
 
Her hand clenching mine was a welcome gesture. I let her lead me back to the mattress and I let her settle into her spot before joining her under the sheet.

I lay on my back beside her, careful to give her some space. My own mind roiled with a mix of memories and fantasies, terrible images, and in my exhaustion from the day, they bled into my dreams as I soon fell asleep.

It was Prom Night, the dance done, the party started. Whoever had spiked the punch bowl had done a good job, and whoever had brought the weed had a very good connection. Amber had gotten pretty drunk, and put up just a little resistance as I pulled her into a vacant bedroom…

I had her on the bed, on her hands and knees, her hot little prom dress bunched around her waist as I pounded her from behind, hard, again and again. I grasped her arms and pulled them behind her back, ass up and face down, and after I finished inside her, and stepped back away from her, she rolled over and I suddenly discovered I was standing over my step-sister Naomi…


I came to from the dream with a start, further terrified to discover I had rolled over against Naomi, spooning her once again, and my arousal was quite obvious pressed into her firm little butt!

“Fuck!” I said, rolling away from her suddenly, and promptly rolling off the side of the mattress and landing with a thump on the floor on my butt.
 
The second time I went to sleep it was thankfully dreamless and oblivious to anything else. One moment I was on the mattress and the next I was startled awake my a loud call.

"FUCK!"

I sat up suddenly, eyes wild as I looked around to see Tommy on the floor.

"Tommy?" I asked, eyeing him with concern.
 
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