The Daughter In the Corner

Deepest Desires *R18*

Jenny raced after her brother who had left earlier. Just as she rounded the corner the elevator door began to shut.

“Hold on!!” she shrieked.

Through the sliver between the closing door, she saw her brother lunging for the control panel with a panicked face. “Oh s**t! I forgot. I’m sor–”

“That little brat is going to pay!” she hissed through gritted teeth when the door closed in front of her.

Jenny jammed the down button and waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open.

If Derrick had any sense he would take the next elevator.

She first heard his steady footsteps before she felt his body heat as he stood uncomfortably close.

“Did you push the button yet?” He casually leaned over her shoulder and pressed down on the silver button.

Jenny felt a tingle as his breath brushed against her bare skin. It felt like her feet were stuck in a bog as she struggled to step away; her breathing became slightly ragged.

Before she lost control, a distinctive “DING” announcing the arrival of the elevator pulled her out of her trance. The doors to the second elevator swung open and Jenny practically jumped into the inviting enclosure. She wanted to tell Derrick to take the next elevator but he had already entered and was standing to the side with a smirk on his face.

Jenny composed herself and selected the first floor on the control panel before she side-stepped hugging the elevator wall farthest from Derrick.

A low chuckle interrupted the quiet ride.

“Why do you have your guard up? I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

Jenny glared at him and pursed her lips. She wanted to retort that he had touched her without her consent but did she really not want it? She felt conflicted.

Derrick leaned into the mirrored wall observing Jenny as she appeared lost in her thoughts. The only word he could think up was “adorable”.

Once the elevator door opened again, Jenny walked out briskly remembering to remain graceful despite her rush. There were eyes everywhere and she didn’t want to give anyone reason to doubt her conduct.

Upon entering the dark halls she slowed down to compose herself and made her way back to her seat. Nathan, sitting tall in his seat, was a sight for sore eyes and Jenny was glad she didn’t give in to the earlier temptation.

“I’m back,” she whispered as she slipped into her seat, giving him a small smile.

Nathan smiled in return. “Welcome back, Habibti. You missed your mother’s speech.”

Jenny shrugged. “It couldn’t be helped, Amara needed a place to rest before she made a fool of herself.”

Nathan hummed with the same mysterious smile he always wore.

Jenny reached to take a sip of her drink and turned her attention to the speaker; eager to avoid any further conversation related to Amara.

***

Amara slept through the night waking in the early morning hours with a raging headache. She whined and rolled to one side blinking away her weariness.

The moment she noticed she was in an unfamiliar room, her eyes shot open in panic. Sitting up suddenly she groaned as the world spun around her. Bowing her head she waited until the merry-go-round ride was over before she threw her feet over the side of the bed.

She sighed in relief when she noticed she was still wearing the dress from last night. Stepping out of the room she found Peter snoring on the couch with one leg perched over the back of the couch. His jacket was draped over his chest in a makeshift blanket. He looked terribly uncomfortable.

Amara walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge before heading back to her half-brother.

Shaking him gently she called out, “Peter? Peter… wake up. Don’t sleep here. You’re going to get sick.

Peter woke up with a snort. “Ngh, huh? Amara?” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he got up with a groan. He reached down to support his lower back, grimacing. “I’m getting too old for this.”

Amara helped him to a sitting position before handing him a bottle of water. “Here, drink this. How come you’re sleeping out here? Where are we?”

Peter took a swig of water before answering, “We’re in my mother’s hotel room. She let you have her room when you got drunk off table wine. I’m only here because I was afraid you’d be scared if you woke up alone in a hotel room.”

He looked up and scowled. Patting the sofa cushion next to him he ordered, “Sit down. It hurts to crane my neck.”

Amara sat down obediently and took a sip of her water.

Peter shot her a reproachful look. “Who gets drunk on table wine!? You need to either work on your alcohol tolerance or give up now.”

Amara chuckled and drank from her water bottle to avoid responding. She glanced at her brother whom she hadn’t seen in fifteen years. He looked taller, more mature, and more dependable.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered.

Peter snorted and then ruffled Amara’s hair. “Nothing to be grateful for, squirt. I’m sorry I haven’t kept in contact all these years. I just thought you didn’t… no, never mind. It’s not important. I’m here for you now.” He smiled affectionately at his younger sister.

Amara lowered her head in shame; tears threatened to flow. She squeezed her eyes shut and swiped her hand under her nose.

Peter frowned. “Hey, don’t cry. What’s wrong?”

Amara sniffed. “I’m… sorry.” She wanted to say more but only managed to muster an apology.

Peter patted her shoulder awkwardly. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Looking back, it must have been hard for you. I’m sorry we didn’t realize how much you suffered by yourself. It’s fifteen years late but will you accept my apology? I promise to be more mindful of your feelings going forward.”

Amara choked up; unable to answer, she nodded furiously.

Peter pursed his lips into a bitter smile, his watery amber eyes guarding his weeping sister in silence.

***

“Haaah,” Jenny gasped writhing in pleasure.

Hot hands ran over her body, cupping her breasts, roving down her sides to caress her hips. He spread her pale legs and dipped his head to appreciate her secret place, licking her wet folds into a sloppy mess. She reached down to touch the man whose face she couldn’t see. Her hands curled into his hair as she pressed him closer to her mound, riding his face.

A low melodic chuckle rumbled between her legs and the man got up and placed his bulging rod between her dripping lower lips.

“Do you want to continue where we left off?” he whispered sensually.

“Just do it,” Jenny whined, wriggling closer, pressing up against him.

Another chuckle and he pushed himself in, holding her hips steady as he bucked slowly.

“More, ugh, darling! Please… harder!” Jenny screamed as she arched her back, digging into the bed.

She grabbed his arms and looked into his light brown eyes, taking in his cleanly shaven face and brown hair.

“Derrick?!”

Jenny jolted awake and sat up in bed. Her legs clamped shut instinctively. She ran a hand into her long golden hair and tugged on the ends in angst. A feeling of nausea suddenly washed over her and she pulled her knees up and dropped her forehead on it.

Jenny squeezed her eyes shut in shame. She had saved herself for her future husband but the older she got, the more restless she became. Now her deepest desires erupted in the form of a wet dream with a stranger. Although it was just a dream, she felt dirty for cheating on Nathan.

“I never want to see that man’s face again,” she muttered.

But if he was half as good as he was in her dreams…

“NO! Stop it! Just hold on for another six months!” She slapped her cheeks to clear her thoughts and got out of bed.